The camera opens up just as Barney M. Bailey bursts through a pair of double doors, throwing them open with both hands while holding his restraining order rolled up in his teeth, like a pirate clasping a knife. He holds one door open for the dejected Pizza Boy to skulk through. He slips the restraining order from his teeth and into his lapel pocket as he bellows loudly to no one in particular

BMB: Ladies and gentleman, step aside! We've got carte blanche tonight and our run over the town without a worry in the world to hold us back!

PB: Yeah, well isn't that just swell? I can have my last supper in peace without having to worry about Hades ripping my face off and eating it.

BMB: What's wrong, kid? I sense a bit of tension and dissension among the ranks. I just bought you a golden ticket to Grand Rampage 8, and almost a sure-thing 25 spot in a battle royal.

PB: Yeah, you got me a one way ticket is more like it, and I'd probably be happy about that drawing if I weren't so sure I wouldn't be alive after the Street Fight.

BMB: What gives, kid? You're on a streak! You can't be beat. Listen, I was skeptical at first, mind you, but you haven't lost once since getting to EAW. So why the sap act?

PB: Barney, I'm a veteran of one month in wrestling! And that counts the training!

BMB: Who said anything about wrestling? You're in a street fight, my friend.

PB: So?

BMB: So? Calling a street fight wrestling is almost as preposterous as calling military music 'music'. All ya have to do is go into that bout and swing some shit around until Hades falls down and goes boom.

PB: Yeah, that's if I manage to get my hands on something before Hades throws me around until I fall down and go boom.

BMB: Kid, we got this in the bag. You gotta trust me on this one.

PB: That's the problem Barney, I don't trust you. I have no reason to trust you. As far as I can tel, you just talked me up to the audience to get better odds with your bookie when you bet against me.

BMB: Kid, I'm tryin' tuh help.

PB: I don't need your kind of help. Your kind of help is what got me into this in the first place! I mean, look at me, Barney, and I mean really look at me. I'm not a professional wrestler. I'm not a professional anything! I'm a delivery boy for a pizzeria that values me so little that they haven't even noticed I've been gone for four weeks!

BMB: Kid-

PB: I'M NOT YOUR KID!

Barney's bravado surprisingly disappears as the Pizza Boy turns his back on him. Before The Pizza Boy can turn back to confront him further, Barney puts away his hurt demeanor and turns back into the intimidating con man with his chest puffed out and his thumbs laced around his suspenders, but the Pizza Boy doesn't flinch at Barney's peacocking as he gets up in his manager's face.

PB: You listen very carefully, you little grease ball of a man!

Barney flinches in surprise of the Pizza Boy's tone.

PB: If I die in that ring-

BMB: You wont. Listen to me, PB. I've got this all figured out for you already. We're going train you senseless! Until you don't know what pain is! Until what Hades does to you seems like child's play compared to what you'll go through leading up to this match. You're right, kid. You aren't much to look at, but somewhere in that 120 lb soak and wet body of yours is a horse shoe that weighs at least 5, and I'm not dumb. I know someday that horse shoe is going to fall out of your business end, and when that happens, MY business ends. Point blank, if you die in the ring, the only thing it's going to hurt is my bottom line, because you signed away any legal recourse in the event of your untimely demise at mine or someone else's hands due to my negligence.

The Pizza Boy's swagger cracks with a deep swallow of fear. Sensing his advantageous position, Barney sneers as he lumbers over Pizza Boy dominantly as the civil servant's shoulder's sink in defeat. Like a smiling serpent, Barney laces his arm around Pizza Boy and leads him in his now fearful catatonic zombie walk.

BMB: I ain't gonna lie, kid. What we do to get ready for this match isn't going to be easy. It's going to hurt, it's going to maim, it's going to drive you up the wall, but that's the kind of killer instinct edge you'll need if you plan on staring down Hades again. We're going to kill every nerve ending in your body so that you become an invincible little force of nature.

PB: I..uh...

BMB: Shhhhshshshsh! You've said your piece, kid. Now it's time to meet your maker.

Barney shoots a stiff arm out, pushing open another set of doors. Pizza Boy looks back over his shoulder at the camera man as the words 'help' scream in his eyes just as the doors come together, closed once more, sealed like the Pizza Boy's fate

This is the match that SHOULD have happened on pay-per-view, for the New Breed Championship, but instead it’s been relegated to a lousy midcard non-title match on a throwaway edition of Showdown. Again, I’ll make the best of the unfavorable odds that the powers-that-be give me. Jamie O’Hara, you’re an interesting opponent to say the least. You pose as the leader of the New Breed, but frankly you’re lagging behind the others you joined along with. Take for example, Zach Genesis. He’s the EAW Interwire Champion now. And you? You’re still holding that same belt you’ve been holding for the past 8 months, because the truth is there hasn’t been a competitor thrown your way like myself. I am leagues above the rest of any competition you’ve faced since your reign began nearly 8 months ago. I’ll have more to say at Grand Rampage for sure…


But let’s get down to this Saturday. I am the rightful number one contender for the EAW New Breed Championship. Not Duncan. So as far I’m concerned, this match, and the title match at Grand Rampage are both Stark vs. O’Hara. Honestly, if you think you’re so far above the New Breed title, why do you so desperately cling to it? Same for Duncan. He thinks he’s above it, so why is he on my ass and not on Zach Genesis’? I seem to be the only competitor in this match who actually WANTS the New Breed Championship. It’s my ticket to better things, because I’m not stupid enough to believe I’ll be hot-shotted anywhere. Everyone starts at the bottom. Winning the New Breed Championship is the first rung on my ladder to greatness. Jamie O’Hara won’t be able to stand in my way this Saturday. I am going to beat O’Hara in the middle of the ring, CLEAN, to cement myself as the true number one contender. Actually, beating the champion means that I deserve the New Breed Championship. O’Hara, Showdown is just a preview of what you’ll see at Grand Rampage. You won’t even want to show up at Grand Rampage once you see what I’ll do at Showdown.


Look, I can beat the dead horse over and over again, but I want to make something very clear. You and I came in at different times. You came in with other greats like Zach Genesis for example, but I am in a different era. Look at the other ‘new breed’ competitors… Kerry Keller, Draven, Tyberns, El Landerson, to take a few, and compare them with me. I know you don’t have a high opinion of me but you’d be crazy to think that I’m not definitely better than them. So here’s the thing. You wanted that New Breed title to prove yourself better than the likes of Genesis. But me? I already know I’m better. I want that title because I want, no, I NEED to move myself up the card. I will be World Champion very soon, but I need something tangible before I get there. With the New Breed Championship, I will effectively establish myself as THE BEST NEW ELITIST TO GRACE THE EAW. I already know I am. No one else seems to think so. But just the way people got into you, they’ll get into Stark. And with the New Breed Championship, the brass will have no other option but to afford Stark any and every opportunity they can afford him. I will ascend the ranks and become one of the greats. I will headline major events, I will win major championships but before all that…


On April 25^th, 2015, Stark will defeat Jamie O’Hara for the New Breed Championship.


And that, my friend, is a promise.

The Franchise Demon is showed getting his stuff together after Voltage went off the air, as a reporter comes in with a camera

Reporter: "Ummm...hello Franchise Demon we were just wondering if we can get you're thoughts on you and The New Ministry's loss tonight?"

The Franchise Demon looks at the reporter...takes out one of his body bags and then the reporter quickly runs out of the locker room leaving the camera behind. Franchise Demon then grabs the camera.....

"You may win some.....you may lose some. I'm mad we lost but we move on and deal with it. This breathing soul is pissed off....this soul is pissed off because I have to team with that Kerry Keller that is NO LONGER APART OF THIS FAMILY. We may be teaming together for now but if you even try to hurt me I will hurt you.....destroy you.....and put you in this body bag and send you straight to hell! ......Trust me EAW fans you don't want that to happen cause if it does you may want to put the children in their little feety pajamas and send them to bed early because all of you will witness the execution of Mr. Keller.

Voltage Promo #1 "For the Better"

*Keller paces around his shack, holding his head as he walks back and Forth*

Oh... Oh fuck... The PRESHOW? Now.. Now I'm on the Pre-Show apparently.. Now... Now you guys don't even think I'm good enough for the main card? I'll tell you why I'm good enough for the main card.


Well, what do we have here? Another time, they book me with a partner that doesn't even WANT to team with me. This booking is on my shit list... But at least I got two easy opponents.

Tyberns, The Franchise Demon. I hope you don't expect that I'll be on the same page with you at all, in fact, don't even expect me to be in the same book. You slandered me enough, you made me cringe with your words and actions. You have no FUCKING idea how mad I am at you. You might not care, but even if you don't, I'm not gonna be right there with you like you'd might want.

Alessandro De Borgia, ah how the mighty have fallen. You went from winning that Pre-Show battle royale, to being eliminated in that elimination chase 3rd out of 5. I always love how you THOUGHT you were a badass, but we all know I'm the only badass in this match. Whatever country you're from, whatever language you speak, how fleek your sunglasses are doesn't matter to me. I'll beat your face in on Sunday either way


Jack Pierce. Jack is Alessandro's tag partner and the only person I respect in this match. The legitimacy of each team is questioned only because of Alessandro and Tyberns. If it was one on one, me vs. Jack, I would win. It would be a closer match admittedly. Either way, I have nothing to say but good things. You're a talented young... Talent for lack of a better term, you have a great moveset, you have good character and you could only go farther than you are right now.


One more thing before I go: People in the back have been saying that they don't like what I have to say. My response to that is: if you don't like me: don't ride my dick, just settle it... How you're supposed to in Wrestling. In The Ring

Duty, honor, country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. A wise man once told me that. Ever since I returned to EAW I have dedicated myself to fulfilling my DUTY, my responsibility as an elitist. It hasn't been simple or painless. Admittedly, I have failed when I have had to succeed the most. I have failed, I think everyone in their life has at some point. But I have failed with HONOR. I have endured unimaginable pain. Many hardships and tribulations have been imposed upon my path for believing in what I believe in, for my convictions, for my aspirations for this company.. Obstacles that I almost wasn't able to withstand, but I ultimately withstood and OVERCAME. I've been fighting for what is right, I have been fighting for honor, but I have also been fighting for my COUNTRY. For my family. Not just for my honor, but for their honor as well. i feel disrespected, I feel humiliated and I feel that way my family does too. At Grand Rampage I have not only a shot at the most prestigious prize in the business today, I have a shot at REDEMPTION. I have the opportunity to demonstrate the world that I am more than just a stepping stone for Y2Impact, that I am more than a two time champion and an award winning elitist, that I was BORN to be a WORLD champion, to lead this company to a golden age. I have the opportunity to make my country, but most specifically my family proud. I don't think you envisioned the magnitude of our encounter, Tyler Parker -- it's importance and relevance not just for me but for many, MANY people. Grand Rampage represents the beginning, the dawning of a new era. The world will witness historical moments, but most importantly they will witness the RISE of a man of honor. Get it through your thick skull, Scrappy, the night of April 25th is the night I RISE. Regardless what happens in our match I WILL RISE. I don't have something against you being World Heavyweight Champion. I have something against you being the World Heavyweight Champion at THIS time. You could've been the champion any moment in your career except this one because this moment is MINE. This is my time to shine, my time to rise, not yours.

I don't think everyone has something against me. However, I know for a fact that the management of this company isn't too fond of me... isn't it obvious? And quite frankly, Tyler, I don't blame them. I don't blame them for having something against me because if I felt threatened by somebody or something I would do the same. Evidently, they hate what I stand for, Crash and his people, they hate the fact -- with every fiber of their being, that I am hell bent on ending what they could have ended, but decided to continue. I'm talking about this corrupt jurisdiction. It has been that way for a long while, it just has evolved throughout the course of time. Crash had the option of putting an end to this reign of terror, but instead he extended it. The result? Unworthy champions, throne usurpers, corruption is going strong. Then there's me, the only man willing to provide the medicine for the illness known as corruption. The only man willing to fight for what is right - no matter what the cost is, the only man who can and will finish this once and for all. I wouldn't say you're one of those unworthy champions, I just don't think a second reign was necessary when there are so many other elitists who deserve it more than you do. I guess that's what you get when you're a shameless ass kisser. You traded your dignity for glory, what kind of man are you? Not the kind you think you are, the kind you ARE. That's right, you're not even a man. A man without honor isn't a man. A man without honor is a bitch. You made it clear that you're not thinking about what you will or should do to me come Grand Rampage, but you should. You should be formulating as many plans to take me down as possible because I have. I have assessed the situation, I have evaluated every possible outcome and every possible outcome will be adverse for you. Even if one of them has you winning, you will have to EARN that victory. You will go through hell just like Kevin Devastation did, just like Mr. DEDEDE did, just like Xavier Williams did. I'm bi-polar?? Because I am the one who shook my own hand and now is talking smack about me, right? I never blamed anyone that didn't deserve to be blamed. Who was it that joined forces with Xavier Williams to eliminate me from the elimination chamber at Road To Redemption because he couldn't do it single-handily? YOU. That's why I blamed you and not myself. I'm not afraid or ashamed to admit where I went wrong. When I mess up, I mess up. I messed up when I faced Impact, I admit it. I failed, but that failure made me stronger, made me far more powerful than I was before I suffered that loss. I guarantee you, Tyler, if Impact showed his overrated ass on Dynasty I would destroy him now. This isn't about Impact, or Xavier Williams, or DEDEDE. This is about you and me. I know you constantly bring up Impact because you have nothing smart to say, but it's getting tiring. Besides, you don't accomplish anything positive for yourself by attempting to insult or disrespect me. You're just adding fuel to the fire burning inside my eyes and you are too stupid to even realize it. I don't care if I am mentioned when people talk about the all time greats, the hardest workers etc. Because deep down inside, I know, they know, YOU know that I am have worked hard for this, harder than anybody ever has to improve, to excel as a professional wrestler. In every aspect of this sport, I have improved dramatically and you can't even try to refute that. Want to know why I want  people like yourself to certify and validate my hard work? Because people like yourself are the same ones who have been telling me that I can't and that I won't since I started my career. Because I want you to EAT YOUR WORDS. I remember when I was told I would never amount to anything in this business by Montell Smooth. He told me I was sad and pathetic just like you did. And that I just didn't have what it took to tangle with the best. Montell Smooth is somewhere crying in a corner now because he isn't on posters  while I am getting ready for the match of my career, THE match of the night, the night where I RISE. Another ghost from my past who told me I wouldn't make it was Kevin Devastation and now he's one of my biggest supporters. Do you get it now, Tyler? Can you comprehend why I need to win those who don't believe in me yet over? Once I have that World Heavyweight Championship resting upon my shoulder I will have the proof that they were ALL wrong ALL along.. including yourself. Maybe I should have done like all the so called greats of the past and left this company, Tyler. Maybe I really should have, but I didn't because I LOVE EAW. Because I care for these people. I don't know what "changes in my personality" you're talking about. Yes, I have had to betray my convictions and I have done terrible things to my enemies, but I have done all of that, well, in the name of my convictions, in the name of HONOR.

If you're not trying to marginalize me, if you're not trying to hurt my feelings even though you're not hurting me at all, if you're not trying to look down on me, then what are you trying to do? Intimidate me? If that's the case then I am afraid it's not working. Words don't intimidate me or should I say bullshit. Because that's basically all you've uttered since you got in front of those cameras: bullshit. You didn't hurt my feelings, but I will hurt YOU at Grand Rampage and I am going to humiliate in front of your friends, in front of your family. And tell me, Parker, who's shoulder will you run into then? Because after I prove you wrong and make you seem like the most pathetic human being on the face of the earth not even your own people will be there for you except for the ones who's asses you have kissed. This is indeed competitive. Don't get it twisted, I love the fact that it's competitive. Go ahead, keep talking smack. Continue to do what you do best which is talking. When the moment of truth comes? And the time for talking is over and the time to go to war begins? I WILL RISE. So this isn't for me just because I haven't been a World Champion IN EAW??? You don't get to dictate, you don't get to judge if I was made for this or not. I DO, this is my career, not yours. I'm the captain of this ship and I decide where it's headed and we're headed to World Championship island! You have no honor and you pride yourself in having no honor. Hell, you admitted it, you admitted that what you and Xavier Williams did to me is nothing in comparison to what you have in store for me. I don't know what dishonorable schemes or tactics you have prepared for me, but I can assure you I am ready to face them all and I am ready to OVERCOME them ALL. You did what you had to do that night not because you feared I would disgrace the World Heavyweight Championship, but because you KNEW you couldn't take me out on your own. You KNOW you can't take down superman on your own. There are no boundaries, there are no lengths that I am not willing to surpass to get to that World Heavyweight Championship. We're both willing to do anything to emerge victorious from this match and that is exactly what I expected from you. You know I pose a threat to "your" title so you will do anything willingly to make sure I don't take it from you. Too bad, I am not only taking the title from you, I am taking  your career if I have to as well. Because this, Parker? This might be the last chance I get to become World Heavyweight Champion.

I said it. You're right. This will probably be my last opportunity that's why i can't waste it. The way I see it I have two viable options. I either rise or... I RISE. I know what it's going to take to dethrone you, Tyler. Despite everything I have said here today, even though it is all the truth, you are one hell of a competitor. You proved it the last time we faced off and you continually prove it week in and week out. But so do I, I prove myself every single time I am in front of these cameras - whether you want to recognize it or not. I know I will have to go to great lengths to beat you, but I DON'T mind, Tyler. I'll fight until the bitter end, I'll fight until my heart plays it's final beat. I never said I didn't need this. I DO NEED THIS, I CRAVE THIS. I'VE BEEN WORKING MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR THIS AND IF YOU THINK I AM GOING TO LET YOU TAKE IT ALL AWAY FROM ME YOU'RE IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING. IF I HAVE TO BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU ARE UNCONSCIOUS SO BE IT, IF I HAVE TO BREAK EVERY DAMN BONE IN YOUR BODY SO BE IT. I'M NOT GOING TO HOLD BACK, I AM NOT GOING TO SURRENDER. You want that so badly, don't you? You want me to give up so you can easily retain your belt. But that ain't going to happen. The day I give up is the day pigs fly. You are nothing without the World Heavyweight Championship.  You are nothing without the World Heavyweight Championship.  You are nothing without the World Heavyweight Championship.  AND YOU KNOW IT. You can deny it, but deep down inside you know it's true. Otherwise you wouldn't be willing to defend it like you said you will defend it. Montell Smooth just came back after years and years of absence and you honestly think he deserves to compete for the biggest prize in this industry??? Are you out of your mind??? That's not a plastic toy title you can buy in the EAW shop, that's the real deal. Only the best compete for this. GI Styles? You mean that hypocrite from LEGION who did nothing but talk crap about EAW nonstop only to join it after? If that's the kind of contenders you want fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship you're not a disgrace to that belt... you're worse than a disgrace to that belt. And Carlos Rosso??? He takes more breaks than I can count. They want this? No doubt. They need this? No doubt. But they don't want this, they don't need this more than I do. There's no doubt about that either. I'm nothing, I was nothing and I will always be nothing, huh? How many times have I heard that before??? Too many to count it seems. I love how you twist my words around and how you put words in my mouth I never said. I won't be competing in a match of significance at Pain For Pride because Tyler Parker says so. I should quit because Tyler Parker says so. I will never be nothing because Tyler Parker says so. WHO THE HELL CARES WHAT YOU SAY?? Words are irrelevant, actions on the other hand aren't. Actions speak louder than words and at Grand Rampage my actions will speak incredibly loud. If I have to superman punch you, if I have to spear you a million times I WILL. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES TO WALK OUT OF GR AS CHAMPION I WILL DO IT, I WILL RISE. One way or the other l will rise like a phoenix. And you won't stop me from rising. You could beat me, but what makes you think twenty nine other men will be as lucky as you? If I lose this match I'll find my way into the GR match and I will punch everybody's teeth down their throats, I will spear everybody who gets in my way and I WILL FINALLY RISE.

You know what I see --- a group of three, using one another in hopes to legitimize themselves, but it has been foreseen that the trio will not succeed in doing so. They've lost all credibility, so time after time again; they're forced to leech upon another host - in order to gain any relevancy in what they set out to do. What exactly is the purpose of your cause? I fail to see the rewarding factor that usually comes after the chase. All three of you seem to have the chase imprinted in your minds, but what is it exactly that you're chasing? Most certainly it has not been impressive, otherwise you would have worked your way towards it. I can't seem to remember when any of you have gotten a clean victory--- or any victory over me for that matter. But you're craving for that one solid victory over that matters, don't you? That one showcased victory... in order to prove your worth. I won't focus on your ringleader; Ventura as much as I want to redirect my full attention toward the goons. It's all about the one opportunity, that one moment you seek to shine brighter than anyone else in this company. How's that going for you? No really, how does it feel... to descend down the ladder - that you so desperately need to ascend? You're meant to overcome the obstacle set before you; not repeatedly fail it. Maybe I'm just beating around the bush, or maybe you've grown so accustomed to being insignificant... that you chose to accept that as who you are. It may not appear that way on the outside, as you do everything in your power to resist that feeling - but on the inside, you're weeping in sorrow. You absolutely know, there's nothing left for you to do, only to "prove your worth" over and over. Don't you get tired of it? No really, let's not neglect the fact that there's a reason why these same "critics" degraded me as much as they do you, Nick Angel. They see the young man, striving for success, but they don't want to give him the attention that he needs. What do you do about that? You demand it, you force them to end this belittling of your character, shamefully for you --- they, alongside everyone else, will make you the punchline of every joke. That's because as much as you believe that you're taking one step ahead... you've been taking five steps backwards.

It's not easily preventable, I understand that. It's not easy to be aligned with the follow up joke, James Martin... or Venom, now that he's reverted back to his ignorance. But that's all a bliss, isn't it? If anything; you're one to talk about "not being ready" or "not good enough" for the World Heavyweight Championship, or maybe you're so idiotic - that you've failed to see the whole picture. You're one of those typical people, who's easily convinced by rumors... spread by such the simple minded folk. Why don't you get your story straight, before you try to make a a wisecrack at my first World Championship reign. I don't see you being groomed to take on that very position, nor does anyone else for that matter. Or have you forgotten your big rise up the ladder? Oh wait, nobody does... because you lost your chances at becoming Mr. Cash in the Vault - when Xavier Williams succeeded in doing, what you had a slim to no chance of doing in the endgame after all. I bet you believe you performed your your utmost best in that match, don't you? I'll put money on that you feel you were eternally screwed from the get-go, huh? I'm finding your judgement on me to be quite hysterical, as I continue to pick apart your own history. That brings me up the the part where you contradict yourself; you weren't ready to even compete in this company. I know I've been exiled out of this company due to grudges, but yourself? You were exiled not too long after Cash in the Vault - which brings me to a comparison that even I laugh at. The man who's aligned himself with The House of Renegades, had enough time to grasp the knowledge of this company by a veteran himself, but where are you now? Xavier Williams is Elite Answers Wrestling Champion, but you? You've found yourself back in another group, playing second or third fiddle to your leader. I don't know how much more that I need to dive in the train wreck that has become your career in Elite Answers Wrestling - to prove a point. It's evident that there's a a reason why I've elevated and everything you've worked up to has dwarfed compared to your peers. And let us hope that my second victory over The Holy Brigades will finally prove that any of you will never, ever, be better than me. Find someone else to showcase your lackluster skills and get an upset victory over, you won't do so on Saturday.

You know what? People who cheat, are just f*cking assholes. Seriously. Why would you cheat. I'm talking to you Troy. Our Showdown match... everyone and their mother knows I had that thing won. But you just had to be a little bitch and cheat, by raking my eyes and temporarily blinding me. It won you the match, so I'm guessing you don't regret it. So good job, well done Troy, you pathetic loser.


Moving on, Damien Murrow decided to make a match this coming week, involving myself and three other men, and the winner gets the very last spot in the Grand Rampage match, at the eponymous Grand Rampage 8. My three opponents are El Landerson, J.D. Damon, and Troy Archello.


Lets start with Troy first. Troy, you are doing nothing to prove to me that you're not Scott Oasis' little hound dog. Look no further than that bullshit you tried to pull on the last Showdown. Trying to cost Zach Genesis the Interwire Championship, coming to the aid of Scott, but getting infuriated when I call you his little hound dog. Well, what proof is there that you aren't? Oh, and before you try to suggest that I'm Zach Genesis' “little hound dog”, don't bother. The only reason I came out there was to even the odds.


So now I have two targets on my back, do I? One from you and Scott Oasis I presume? Well I'll just let you know this, I'm not scared. I'm not scared of you, or of Scott Oasis. As far as I'm concerned, I didn't cost him his title, he did. He's the one who made Zach Genesis so damn determined to defeat him, by screwing him over so many times before. All he has to blame is himself. If he wants to try me, he can bring it anytime. I'm not scared and I will not back down.


You say that I should just quit the match and make it a triple threat. Why? You say it's so I'll make it easier on myself and my fans. Well, my fans don't want to see me run away from a fight. And I sure as hell don't give a damn about making it “easier” on myself. So, what could be the reason Troy? Is it because you're scared of me? Now now, take a deep breath there Troy, don't Hulk out again, just hear me out. You cheated to beat me in our last match, a match I had won by every meaning of the word. Maybe you're scared that you'll be distracted by our other opponents, and I might win the match, and you won't be able to cheat you're way into the Grand Rampage match? Food for thought.


One of my other opponents is El Landerson. He came out to the ring last week.... um..... well, I'll just say it, stoned off his ass. Now I'm not judging. I've never smoked that shit before, and I never will, but I don't think I'm better than him because of that. However, Landerson, I just hope you don't come to the match high. Not only because I don't want to have to smell that stench, but because I don't want it to dampen your abilities. You're a talented guy, and I want to face you at your very best.


And my third opponent, J.D. Damon. The man who attacked Pierre McGuire. Oh, look out ladies and gentlemen, we have a badass on our hands here. He attacked and beat up a guy who's not a wrestler, to show all us wrestlers that he's a force to be reckoned with. (In a sarcastic tone) Oh my God, I'm shaking, I just can't contain my fear.


(In his regular tone) In all seriousness, Damon, if you think attacking anyone when they aren't expecting it, wrestler or non-wrestler, is going to make an impression on me, then you're right. However, it's probably not the impression you're hoping to get. You're probably trying to make yourself seem like a bad son of a bitch. But what you made yourself look like is a coward and a punk. However, at least you didn't attack Pierre on the orders of someone else, unlike some one I unfortunately know.


Ladies and gentlemen, I am more than ready to take on all three of these men, and I am more than ready to be in the Grand Rampage match. Have no doubts, I will do everything in my power to be the man having my hand raised by the ref come this Saturday night, even if it's while I'm being wheeled out on a stretcher.

I have a winning mentality now, the Amazing in me I guess. 

After a few months of constantly succumbing to your opponents, majority of the lot would feel the inclination to just hang up their boots once and for all. When you start off, you paint this picture of where you foresee yourself in a few years. When I started off, I wanted to see myself hanging around the world title caliber extremists by a year and half ends and perhaps a world title in two years. I wouldn't have minded if took a bit longer than that but to see myself five years removed from when I first debuted and come to the realization that I still don't have a world title, it can be kind of disheartening. You take that pinch of salt and add in the matter of fact that an elitist returning after a short stint comes back to a losing streak at major events, it can easily dissuade you and make you believe that perhaps you maybe were never really a good fit for this line of work. However, the Amazing in me overwhelmed all of that and look at where I am right now. I'm not fond of many cliches but I can assure you that had I given up a few months ago that I would have never really made in this company, so instead I made this company work for me. After a while, I received insight that I was a man who was helping this company benefit, I was its benefactor yet it never ever gave me the slightest of success. You want to know what I did? I took the company by the leash that the advisers around here have it running on and made it bow to my benefit. The lot of you people were mere illusion to the slight success I had in the past, what really matters now is that I have enough backbone and morale to head into a show not pressuring the thought that I might come out with a loss. It was the superior complex of my fans that made me feel so short. Now that I have risen above all that other bullshit, I can focus only on myself and always be certain that I am walking out of a show, whether it is a weekly show or a major event a hero, a champ, a winner. 
This is what I originally came here for.

I think you might be a bit misled Venom. I know you tend to hang around with the neurotic crowd and might have been led to believe lies or perhaps they just like alternating history. However the matter of fact is that I am the man who has come the closest in the past to winning the world title and in this match filled with potentials and a former world champ, in a few months; I will be the only one in this match who will have won the prestigious world title. I know this is rounding out to be like one of those very similar seminars that I have delivered before in the past about finally winning a world title but this time, it is about so much more than that. This time when I am fighting for the world title, I will have incentive. I cannot be greedy because I will have earned the shot to face whatever world champion I eventually choose to face. It won't have been a premium that has just been handed to me as most of my opponents have preached in the previous years, it will have been a deserved world title match. Why is this the auspicious roll of the ball? It's because I will have won Grand Rampage eliminating the previous inferior twenty-nine entrants and have finally proven my worth, my case of being a true contender for the prestigious world title. As Ventura's comrade, I am not surprised that you are looking out for him Venom. However your theory seems to have a lot of flaws surrounding it, the major one being that Ventura could not even come close to beating my partner this week Alex Anderson who I was able to simply brush off for a victory not too long. Another one being that as a previous Grand Rampage winner and a Pain for Pride down-and-outer, he has to face the eventual fear of what if? Much like in Sports or any other major event that occurs, when you are faced with an injury that put your health in concern or faced an inoperable loss that broke your career, you have fears and torments about being put in that same eventual situation again. Ventura has to fight the angst and the anxiety and that alone will be enough to take him out of the running. Do keep promoting your comrade as long as you wish Venom but the truth will remain that Ventura failed to capitalize on the most colossal stage of them all and that alone determined his results in major events for the rest of his life. He is no champion of mine for he is not even a contender for this Grand Rampage, if he is fortuitous enough to survive till the end then I will be more than glad to end his misery for his sake. Don't encourage him because you both know as well as I that it will only end in complete and utter collapse. 
As for the two remaining members of The Holy Brigades, I cannot believe I used to look at myself and sometimes feel disappointed. Looking at the lot of you two, it definitely makes me feel like my many returns or rather little culturing journeys as I like to call them were not of complete disaster. At the least, I am the given the respect by the string advisers of this company when I come back to headline my shows and in the most lively way as well. Angel and Venom, you both are seen as the curb of the stomp who couldn't have more merit than the lot of rookies that debuted a few weeks ago. All you two have proven to me lately since your return that you are anything but a stable that is to be taken legitimately. You truly believes that a togetherness of three ranks superior to three individual characters looking for their own success and you may be right on that count. However you forgot to factor in the matter of fact that three elitists as legit contenders for the Grand Rampage weeks before looking to build up their momentum with any victory that can be handed to them will do everything in their power regardless of who they team with to end up on the victory column. 

You're all relying on luck too much for this match and the Grand Rampage.. but only real shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect of everything.
I will be the thirtieth man to enter the Grand Rampage and I will leave as the sole winner for that will be the cause and effect of the Amazing that I have blessed you all with in the past few months. And with that, I bid you adieu.

☤ In a small office area the size of a glorified cubicle Joseph Anubis stands with his hands flat on his messy table of papers as his hair sways as he shakes his head in frustration, Tiberius stands with his back leaning against a wall close by with his arms folded not giving one solitary fuck about what his adversaries have had to say.☤

Anubis: And there it is Tiberius. Corrupt said it, his championship gold in his eyes makes him better than you, even though you in your entire career here have never received an opportunity at gold because people have refused to see in you what you could be. And it wouldn’t take much to surmise that Tyler Parker thinks much the same of what his world championship makes him in the totem pole of who is better than who. No? Why else would he talk down to you, act as if you-who incidentally saved his DAMN championship reign- answer to him as if you owe him a reason for your actions?! For years, I had written about and given various rewards to men and women for their exploits in this company, in order to bring about a positive touch to what they do, but all they do is twist it into a negative because they think it’s all about rubbing it into other people’s noses and condescending to those around them. Much like most of mankind that’s lost its way, they don’t know what they’ve done, they tinker and they prod until they create something that is OUT OF THEIR CONTROL! Make something that cannot be reasoned with by the average man. It was the hubris and disregard men like Corrupt and Tyler Parker have that led to this, much like they look down on people, so did too did some woman from up north convince herself she was an Egyptian queen and why some redneck convinced himself that he was GOD, to the point my client was abused and held back every step of the way. Now my client is the rogue element of EAW, he exists outside of the confines of answering to Tyler Parker and being on the low end of totem pole simply because of some championship gold!

These “champions” think their championships make them certified, these “champions” think their gold give them value, but if they are to survive in the jungle days to come they need more than a thousand certifications and more than any title that comes and goes if they want to stand eye to eye with us, let alone look down!

☤ Jones slowly comes off the wall and places his hand on Anubis’ shoulder before his manager friend could continue. ☤

TJ: Let’s not go overboard, you’re supposed to be the one keeping ME in check.

☤ Anubis nods and walks off, Tiberius cocks his neck to the side and spreads his arms out wide as if gesturing who gives a fuck to who he is about to address because he can’t believe he is hung up on something Jones’ feels is irrelevant. ☤

Man, does this kind of stuff keep you up at night or something Tyler? You weren’t a motherfucking factor, I didn’t care about how you’d feel when I did what I did. If you can’t take a blessing and move on that’s on you. Your respect was cool, but did your respect put me on more Dynasty shows?  Did your respect get me coin? Did your respect put a Tiberius on his throne like the Tiberius’s of old? Did it even let me represent my people? Did you “liking” for me to succeed bring me any closer to doing so? Believe it or not, many mountains moved for what I did, one of the many benefits is clear as day, look at where I am now, I’m in a Dynasty main event. Being the man who raises all the questions, being the man who people look over their shoulders for HOPING not to see any time they’re wrestling in my ring, is much more important than respect.  That’s just the nature of the beast, and people ought to know by now, I’m not here to beat the jungle or overcome that beast, I’m here to embody it all, I bite into you and toss you all around with my fangs until you bitches are ripped apart. Everything I said about you months ago was true Tyler, but that should never have given you a feeling of a comfortable atmosphere around me, this is a competition after all, the fact that you are everything that you are means that you should be someone I target, you should be happy that the worst thing I did was not give a shit about hurting your pride as a champion when I came out there to handle my business.  Taking out Kevin Devastation was great, but you’re mistaken if you think that’s the best thing I’m going to do in my career. You’re talking first downs bring up Kevin Devastation, I’m talking touch downs, I have a long game in play right now and if Jacob thinks he’s going to tackle me it’s because his eyes still aren’t seeing clearly due to the dragon breath I breathed to cloud his vision. You people don’t always see it like you do when I spit it out in blue, black, red or green, but I’m always breathing it, what I call dragon breath, the mist. You people don’t even know that mist has engulfed this company, and many knives and many twists are beyond your scope of vision. So watch who you threaten Tyler, I’m more than just a pretty face with the best afro in the game, these slick palms of mine can easily snatch your soul as easy as they snatch those dollars that come with being a “champion”.

Speaking of which, Corrupt, it seems you and I can never see eye to eye, I’m starting to feel like you and I were somehow destined to be rivals, like we were built to always stand at the opposite spectrum of the world we perform in. I bet some would even say I’m your Apollo Creed with how much time you spend doing training montages with your gym and hanging around with a trainer called “Mickey”, but what you need to understand is that it doesn’t matter if I ever walk amongst champions. Being in that circle, walking with the rest of the champions to be considered amongst them, it was all something I only dreamed of in the past, before I knew I was better than each and every single one of them. In fact, I don't care about earning things anymore, a caper is a caper, this is a taking game, not an earning one, that's all there is to it. That championship has another use to me that goes beyond scribing my name next to a bunch of people that just like you, probably would of looked down on me, or in better words feared what I could become and therefore tried to build the image that you do. Men change, but parts of their nature always remain the same, you claim change, but you’re still a liar as you’ve always been. You really cracked me up about that stuff about how you hate depending and working with others, almost as much as your tears had me laughing when Cleopatra got what she had coming to her, and don’t think me working backstage as a nobody means that I don’t remember you buddying up with people like Mr.DEDEDE and many others to get ahead. You’ll kiss Tyler Parker ass whenever and however much it takes. As for me and big Samoan muscle? Well let’s just say I’m not too worried. This isn’t a life or death match or anything. It’s just a tease for things to come, I could just decide not to show up period if I wanted, but I’ll be there, no need to make any new enemies by leaving the man alone, at least that’s how I’m feeling right now. Besides, a chance to stick it to you? I shouldn’t miss the chance, you never skipped your chances at screwing me over right? It’s only fair.

☤Jones  does an Iberian slap gesture at Corrupt and then the scene fades to black.☤

Who the hell is Mustafa? Not only do I have deal with and suffer from these boring monologist elitists, I have to deal with a Doctor and Mustafa. I don't understand anything he's saying. He comes out wearing some stupid yellow beanie, rocking a Dashiki, talking in thrid person. Mustafa this, Mustafa that. Mustafa pride this, Mustafa pride that. Mustafa miracle this, Mustafa miracle that. Mustafa likes Montell, Mustafa at the same time hates Montell Mustafa thinks TLA this, Mustafa thinks TLA that. Well, Mustafa, Montell thinks you should shut up. This place is almost becoming comical. We got a doctore taking up an hour of air time licking GI' rectum, and we have Mustafa. I don't know why, GI Styles has to send a doctor to fight his battles for him, or why Maxwell Dachs has to send his wife to fight his battles for him, or why TLA has to send Mustafa to fight his battles for him, but I honestly think it's kind of pathetic. A real man fights his own battles, it seems that on Dynasty we have a bunch of women. They make me feel like Chris Brown. It's nice to know that Mustafa hates me, I don't care, I bet I will  probably never see him in person in my life, but I bet soon I'll see his buddy TLA. I don't take lightly to being disrespected. That's what TLA did, he walked out during my time, he disrespected me, and when someone disrespects me that's what happens. You get your ass kicked.

What people don't understand is that, I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Muhammad Ali, Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzky, Babe Ruth, Terry Bradshaw all wrapped into one, then gold plated, and then platinum plated. I'm the greatest of all time. I'm going to beat Vance Tybull on Dynasty, I'll probably kick TLA's ass again, and I'm going to walk into Dortmund on April 25th and I am going to win the Grand Rampage. I'm going to throw all of you out of the ring in Germany like you're a bunch of Jews.

Speaking of Vance Tybull, I still got a bone to pick with him. I do respect that unlike everyone else I have faced in EAW since my return, he has the balls to respond to me on his own. He doesn't send a doctor, he doesn't send his wife, and he doesn't send Mustafa. It's Vance Tybull. He might have balls, but he doesn't have a brain. He's delusional if he thinks he has the slightest of chance, of defeating me on Dynasty. I think He's great, he might be the 2nd best on Dynasty, that's great, but unfortunately for him, I'm the best. I'm the best on Dynasty and no one, not even Tyler Parker himself is a close second. Vance Tybull said he came here to face off against the best of the best here in EAW, Vance Tybull wants to be the best, good, because if you don't want to be the best, then why are you here. One day, Vance Tybull could very well be the best, but that one day isn't any time soon. I might be a veteran, I might be a legend, I might have had a long career, but what people fail to realize is that I'm still a young man, I still got a lot left in the tank, and as long as I'm here, there will never be a close second, so this doesn't just go out to Vance Tybull, this goes out to everyone in EAW. You better all hope that after the draft you aren't on the same show as me, because after I win Grand Rampage and after I win the World Championship, as long as you're on my brand, your hopes of being World Champion are shattered, because after Pain of Pride the world title is coming back to it's rightful owner, and I'm keeping it untill I retire, and then maybe Vance, you can have the top spot that you are so desperetly craving. 

Vance Tybull wanted to face the best of the best. That's exactly what he has on Dynasty, the best. I'm happy to face you, as I said before, I think you have talent, and I respect you, and I wish you the best of luck. But you know what they say right, Vance? "Be careful what you wish for." You got your wish, you're facing the best of the best live on Friday night, Live from Argentina, Live on EAW Dynasty. You got your wish, but unfortunately for you, when someone steps into the ring with "The Alpha Male," there is a huge probability it is the last time they ever step foot into the ring, so instead of focusing on me, and figuring out what you're going to say in your next promo, you should probably help your brother write your eulogy instead. Vance Tybull, your wish, your dream, this Friday, is going to become your worst nightmare. Vance Tybull it's going to be you who is going to be "dumped on your head," and it is going to be you who feels........................


The POOOOUUUUUUNNNNCCCCEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Period.

Between you and I, Anubis, I have no other problems with your client aside from his interference at Reckless Wiring and why it's such a problem to me is because that's not the win I wanted --- to have someone out there, getting involved in something that has nothing to do with them and trying to make it somehow easier for me to retain the World Heavyweight Championship but Anubis, with or without your client, I would have beaten Jacob Senn myself and I would have retained my title. You're not lying, I was down and it was in that moment that everyone that I could have lost the match but I would have kicked out of what he had for me. Barely but yet, I'd still would have and I don't know why that's so hard for you to believe, I don't know why you're giving all of the credit to your client for what happened at Reckless Wiring and I don't know why he can't tell me himself any of this. Instead, he has you telling me all of this for him, isn't he? I don't want you telling anything that he's telling you to say to me, I want for Tiberius Jones himself to talk to me, I want him to explain to me why he just had to interfere. Because aside from getting back at Jacob Senn for he did to him, I don't know why he would interfere then, I know he wouldn't he have liked that if it was me interfering in his match. I know he would have something to say, just like I've had something to say and if he doesn't want to talk to me, if he doesn't have it in him tell me himself, then I take anything I said back. I take the respect I had for him back. Because up until Reckless Wiring, I had the utmost respect for your client, he was one of those newcomers that I thought could soon be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship and have a match with. I know your client knows that he and I had this mutual respect for each other because it was something he said a few months ago about me and my place in this business that had me thinking that he was more than just some employee for EAW. I was thinking that your client actually knew what he was talking about, unlike some others, like his partner for this week in Lucian Black who I'll get to in a bit. I was thinking that I would like for him to succeed here, become something more than what everyone said he was going to be for the rest of his life and that's a nobody but your client went from a nobody to a somebody after he beat Kevin Devastation. Some will say that, that isn't much of anything but let's be honest, that meant something to your client and it propelled him to where he is today... as a legitimate contender to the World Heavyweight Championship... only to just be another statistic for me. It's flattering that your client has given me privilege to be the champion but I don't need his privilege because the one who had given me all of the privilege to be was Mr. DEDEDE and he's the only one I need that from. I know I've earned this, that I've worked for it just a little harder than everyone else and that I'm more than deserving to be holding it. I don't need for your client to give me his privilege as some kind of certification of me being the World Heavyweight Champion. My certification was my match with Mr. DEDEDE at King of Elite. I don't need anyone else's. I don't need your's, I don't need your client's and I damn sure don't need Lucian Black's. I don't need Zack Crash's, I don't need the president's and hell, I don't need God's but God knows like everyone else that this is as legit as it's going to get for Dynasty to be the strongest brand in EAW and as it's going to get for a true World Champion.

99% of those in EAW know why that is but there's that 1% of them like Lucian Black, like Alex Anderson, like anyone else who has something against me being a World Champion and them not being anything but that 1% are just envious of what I have, envious of my success and envious of what I've been able to accomplish and they ask themselves how I'm able to and how they aren't and it's because that small, small, SMALL percentage of those in EAW are never going to be anything more than what they are and that's why Lucian Black's opponents throw his loss to Y2Impact in his face because that's all he's going to be remembered for and if your client loses to Jacob Senn if you two ever have that match, they're going to throw his loss to him in his face because no one is going to remember Tiberius Jones for beating Kevin Devastation, no, they're going to remember him for losing to Jacob Senn. Or they're going to remember him for what I do to him this Friday on Dynasty if he tries me any more than what he has so far and if he continues not saying anything to me and having you tell me everything that he has to say. You're not my opponent, so I don't want to talk to you, I want to talk to your client. Is that so hard to ask? Is that so demanding of me? Is it so wrong for me to want to talk to the one who ruined the legitimacy I have had as the World Heavyweight Champion because he interfered in the match and gave me the win? That's why I have such a problem with it. Because I'm going to have to hear that I should have lost to Jacob Senn, hear that I shouldn't be the World Heavyweight Champion and hear that I should be thanking your client for me retaining. I'm not thanking him for anything, I'm not going to shake his hand this Friday if that's how it's going to be. I've been through everything you could ever go through and a spit to my face PALES IN COMPARISON to the TOLL on my body from the matches I've been in like the High Voltage, like the Chamber, like the Hellfire No Way Out. Jacob Senn spitting in my face PALES IN COMPARISON to what Mr. DEDEDE did to me OVER A YEAR AGO... after I joined his team for Territorial Invasion, winning it and taking all of this back from Scott Diamond... for him to turn his back on me and try to make my life a living hell just because he's Mr. DEDEDE and just because Mr. DEDEDE does what Mr. DEDEDE wants. The filthy saliva that was on my face PALES IN COMPARISON to the BLOOD I'VE HAD TO WEAR ON MY FACE AND ALL OVER MY BODY. THE CRIMSON MASK IS WHAT IT'S CALLED AND THAT WAS THE MASK I'VE HAD TO WEAR FOR CLOSE TO EIGHT YEARS. THE SCARS, THE BROKEN BONES, THE NUMEROUS INJURIES I'VE SUSTAINED... just pales in comparison to that and that's why I'm willing to forgive and forget Jacob Senn spitting in my face and showing him the same respect that he had showed me thereafter I had SUBMITTED... him to. Do I respect Jacob Senn for some of the things he has done to others and myself? No. Do I respect him for being a challenge to me and almost jeopardizing my second reign as the World Heavyweight Champion? Yes. I respect for him what he was able to do at Reckless Wiring and I think he respects me a whole lot more than before. I don't have to worry about him spitting in my face again and if he even thinks to do it again, then I'd just do far worse than what you did to him and instead of spitting mist into his face as some cheap tactic, I'm just going to kick his ass. Anubis? I could just do the same to your client if you're going to try me. Why don't you, see what happens.

Lucian, as if you had to say that, as if you had to say anything about that because you don't have to say anything. It's obvious, stupidly obvious, that you feel like everyone has something against you and you even admitted it yourself. You said that's the way it's seemed to you ever since you lost to Y2Impact but Lucian, it's not because everyone just wakes up in the morning and says to themselves "I wonder what I should do to Lucian Black today." It's not like that, no one is thinking of you like that, no one should be wasting their time on thinking about you and what they'd do to you. I'm not wasting any of my time, I know what I'm going to do to you and I told you what I'm going to do to you for the past couple of days. It's not you being mistreated by those in EAW, it's you being yourself, your same bi-polar self who uses that as an excuse for your actions and blame others for your short-comings. Typical, so Goddamn typical of you and anyone else who's like you. You don't have to say any of that because I know, just looking at you, I know what you're thinking and it's obviously something everyone else knows too. You may not have said that they've ignored your hard work but anytime anyone brings up anything about those who have been working their asses off, busting their asses and trying to make ends meet just to get to where they want to be, you get offended if they don't mention you. You say "oh, well, I should have been mentioned I've worked harder than anyone else and have been one of the hardest workers for the past year and for my entire career." I guess if anyone is ignoring anyone's hard work, it's you, ignoring everyone else's. Because I could just name a few who have been working harder than you have and I don't need to name myself because I know, in my heart, that I am and that's all that matters than someone else's certification. You and I are the opposite. While I don't need or want anyone's certification, you need AND want someone's, just anyone's certification and you cry foul if you don't get it or if you don't get your way. A child is what you are and a child is what you're going to be because if that's how you are then and how you are now, then it's how you're always going to be and that's why I don't know why you're even still here. You should have quit long ago, you should have just given up, Lucian. Because now I'm going to have to make you. I'm going to have to make you quit. I'm going to have to make you give up. Say you're not going to, say how you're going to get back up and Superman punch me over and over again and then Spear me a few times to get the win. I'm telling you, Lucian, it's going to take more than some measly Superman punches and Spears to put me down and keep me down for the count. Lucian Black is going to seize the moment and own it! ...Like I haven't heard that from you a thousand times before and I know I'm going to hear it from you a thousand more times. You should be a motivational speaker! ...Then again, you're too sad and pathetic to motivate anyone else because you can't even motivate yourself to give me your best. If this is the best you got, then I'm going to rest peacefully these couple of weeks heading into Grand Rampage, knowing that just how easy it's going to be for me to retain the World Heavyweight Championship. I don't know a damn thing about you? I seem to know more about you than even know yourself, you can't even make up your mind on who you are, you go through constant changes in your personality. Me? I'm the same. Though the same could be said that you don't know a damn thing about me either.

I'm not trying to marginalize you, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings and I'm not trying to look down at you just because I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. I may not like you whatsoever but I'm better than that, I'm better than to just marginalize you, I'm better than all of that but Lucian? If I hurt your feelings, you should cry to someone who cares, if there is anyone. Why don't you cry to your mom or dad, your grandmother or grandfather, your sister or brother... cry to someone who'd listen to you because I just don't care if I hurt your feelings. This is competitive, I'm going to say what's on my mind and tell you how it is. If that's too much for you, then like I said, quit and give up. Because this just isn't for you and it's clear it isn't because you still haven't been a World Champion and in all honesty, you're never going to be a World Champion if you're still pissing yourself and whining and complaining to everyone that you've been screwed out of everything in your stupid career. It's stupid of you to even talk to me like you have. You know what though? It's stupid of me. It's stupid of me to think that I could bring the best out of you. It's stupid of me to think that you'd give me more than your decent but half-assed efforts. Because this is your best and it's just sad to me that you're even the contending for my World Heavyweight Championship. I did what I had to do in the Chamber to make sure that you wouldn't disgrace it had you won it and as much as you like to whine about it, as much as you like to complain about what Xavier Williams and I did to you, as much as you like to tell everyone that I screwed you out of it? The truth of all of it is, is that wasn't anything of what I've prepared to do to you. That wasn't even a taste. As far as I'm concerned? There's no line I wouldn't cross to make sure that you don't walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship at Grand Rampage, like I did at Road to Redemption and guess what? You didn't! ...I didn't either but I won it the next month in a rematch for it because I proved myself to be ready for it, more than you, more than Xavier Williams and more than everyone else in that match. Say what you want about it, I earned it and you didn't. Know something else? As... as much as you want to say that I screwed you out of it, as much as you want to tell everyone that I'm disgracing it, the truth of it is that in just over a couple of months? I've been a better World Champion than you would have been and I've done more for this title than you could have in three, four or five months. I've done more for this title than some of the others who have held it before me that have held it for months and moths. I've done more for this title and this business than anyone else on Dynasty and there's no one else who should be the World Heavyweight Champion while I'm holding it. You and I are the opposite. Because I'm not looking for anyone to feed into my ego. I'm not pretending to be something I'm not. I'm just carrying this title for as long as possible. I'm doing more for it than you ever could. If you disagree with me, you should just look back at what I've done these past couple of months. I've been in the Main Event of Dynasty every week that I've had a match. I made the World Heavyweight Championship the most sought after World Championship in EAW today. You may think this is personal, that this is about me screwing you out of it or about me disgracing it but at the end of the day? This is about you losing another World title match and everything else.

Isn't that right? ...ISN'T THAT RIGHT, LUCIAN??? I mean, why else would you be wanting this more than you wanted the National Extreme Championship when you and I faced at Midsummer Massacre? I know you said that it's about this and that but you're not fooling me or anyone else. I see right through you. I see why that it is. I see why you'd be wanting this more than anything else and it's because you know that this is your last chance, your slimiest of chances that you have had but you just want that chance of walking out with the World Heavyweight Championship. You know that if you want to beat me for it, it's going to take more than a Superman punch and it's going to take a HELL of a lot more than a Spear. You know that if you want to beat me for it? YOU'D HAVE TO BEAT ME UNTIL I WAS UNCONSCIOUS, UNTIL I WAS BARELY BREATHING, UNTIL I HAD NOTHING LEFT IN ME. That's why this is, so you at least have a chance but even then, Lucian, you still don't have one. No matter what you try to do to me, no matter how hard-hitting you're going to be, there's nothing you can do to beat me. Lucian, you should know that THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME. YOU THINK I'M NOTHING WITHOUT THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AND YOU DON'T NEED THIS? IF YOU DON'T NEED THIS, THEN WHY ARE YOU EVEN TRYING? WHY EVEN BOTHER WITH FACING ME AT GRAND RAMPAGE? YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE ANYWAYS, SO WHY TRY, WHY BOTHER. I'M NOTHING WITHOUT THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP??? That's funny... that's SOOO funny that you'd say something like that because I'm the one who doesn't need this to prove my worth in this business but it's what I want and if you don't need this, if you don't want this? Then I'll gladly defend it against someone else. I'll gladly defend it against anyone but you. Because there's those in EAW, in the back, on Dynasty that need this and want this. Montell Smooth, GI Styles, Carlos Rosso to name a few. They need this, they want this and they'd just love to get their hands on me and a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. You're so ungrateful, you know that? You're taking this for granted and for what? You're just competing for it so it could be proof that you're actually something in this business? No, you know that you're nothing. You were nothing before you had this shot at me and you're going to be nothing after Grand Rampage. Then? Then I'm going to defend it against someone who'd be more grateful, who wouldn't take it for granted, who'd compete for it like it's all he has. You though? You're not even going to be competing at Pain for Pride and if you are? It's not going to be in a match of any signification because hey, you don't need it right? You don't need a significant match at Pain for Pride because you're already something and don't need it for some validation! No, that's BS and you know it. You're not going to beat me at Grand Rampage, I'm not going to let that happen. I'm not going to let you take this away from me when all you want it for is to feed your ego and make yourself feel like something. Me though? I want this... I WANT THIS, I WANT THIS MORE THAN YOU, I WANT THIS MORE THAN DEVAN DUBIAN AND I WANT THIS MORE THAN ALEX ANDERSON. I'm done with putting up with you and I'm done sitting back and watching you LIE THROUGH YOUR TEETH... pretending you care about this and this business when all you want is to be relevant. I'm elevating this even more and I'm not done yet, I'm just getting started. I'm going to keep building on it, I'm going to keep defending it against anyone and everyone, I'm going to be the best World Champion and you're not going to get in my way of that.

"If nobody was holding me back, I would've become the first Answers World Champion, hell, I would be World Heavyweight Champion right now. But they didn't think I was ready or so I heard. They don't think I am ready and they probably don't think I will ever be... but that's a load of crap." Is it, Lucian? Is it a "load of crap?" You know what's a "load of crap?" That you said that you never said that anyone was holding you back and then there you say that, THERE AND THEN YOU SAY THAT YOU WOULD'VE BEEN ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION IF NOBODY WAS HOLDING YOU BACK, THAT YOU'D BE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IF NOBODY WAS HOLDING YOU BACK... contradicting yourself, aren't you? That's just what you are though. You're a living, breathing, walking contradiction in itself. Why would anyone be holding you back when there was nothing to hold you back from to begin with? No one has ever thought that you'd be a World Champion in this business and you think that you would have beaten Y2Impact? One of the greatest of all-time? Yeah, I don't think so. Because you weren't ready then and you aren't ready now. I SAID IT, LUCIAN. YOU'RE NOT READY, YOU NEVER WERE READY, YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BE READY, YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BE A WORLD CHAMPION BECAUSE YOU JUST AREN'T AND IF YOU WERE? IF YOU WERE SO READY? YOU WOULD HAVE BEATEN Y2IMPACT FOR THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. YOU WOULD HAVE WON THE CHAMBER FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. YOU WOULD HAVE... but you hadn't. Know why? Because there's been others who have been more ready than you are, more ready than you ever will be and I'm more than ready to retain the World Heavyweight Championship at Grand Rampage. So that should tell you if I'm fully prepared or not for our match in two weeks. I've never been more prepared for anything in my life because I know what's to come and I know just what I have to do to retain this. You SHOULD be blaming yourself, you SHOULD be blaming yourself for all of your failures and short-comings instead of blaming Xavier Williams and I for them, if you were half of the man you say you are then you would admit that it's you who's to be blamed and not either of us. You SHOULD be blaming yourself for what's going to happen to you at Grand Rampage. I know Xavier Williams and I stopped you from winning the Chamber, I know that because I've said it before, I'm not going to say it again because you're just going to say how I screwed you out of this when you know that only you screwed yourself out of this and everything else. I've taken you on by myself before, I didn't need Xavier Williams there but both of us could agree on one thing: that you shouldn't be a World Champion. That's right. I don't think you should be and you're not going to be for as long as I am one. You don't care about any of this, so stop pretending like you do, stop pretending like you love this because you don't, just stop. You aren't going to do anything about it. I know you aren't, so you can yell at the top of your lungs that you are, it doesn't change the fact that you aren't. So go ahead and bring everything you got this week and at Grand Rampage. I'm not backing down from anything. I'll take everything you got, everything you can think to do to me AND I'M GOING TO WANT MORE AND WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE? WHEN YOU'VE GIVEN ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT? WHEN YOU'VE SUPERMAN PUNCHED ME AND SPEARED ME TO TRY AND BEAT ME? I'm going to give you everything I got. I'm going to give everything until there's nothing left to give. I'm going to walk out how I walked in --- as the World Heavyweight Champion. Lucian? Your heart IS going to beat it's final beat... because I'm going to rip it out of you... and walk out with it.

Dictum Factum Chronicles IIII

Only the good die young.

Therefore, Alex Anderson can expect to live a very long life. But I may live as long of a life I possibly could, and in the end, it will all be irrelevant. What matters to me is my professional-wrestling life, and that life is very short. I hate to say it, but I think my younger days are behind me. I'm not claiming to be past my prime – not at all. I just know that there is very little I can do to take it to the next level, because I have already reached a level I am proud of. All this, and yet... I continue to lose matches. I'm not going to hide that fact like many other extremists would. I lost to Brian Daniels. I lost to Devan Dubian. What does this mean? I have to prepare myself even more for the Grand Rampage. Granted, there is a clear distinction between a 30-man battle royal match and a one-on-one match on a weekly Showdown, but I need to get it together. I'm not going to deny the fact that ever since I was brutally beaten down by the Holy Brigades... something has been different. I've been hesitant. I've been reluctant to actually use the killer instinct that I have – and I can't waste any more time. Lost time is never found again. I've been vigorously training, and I know I talk a lot of game, but I never have tried to sell you. As far as I'm concerned, I proved it in the ring day in and day out. But now it's time for me to start focusing on the task at hand, and I really need to stop with the bullshit. I can't make any more excuses for myself. I'm the ace of Extreme Answers Wrestling. I admit that I need to man up and get back to my winning ways again.

What better way to do this than beat the ones who I just recently beat once again?

The Holy Brigades– all three of you never seem to amaze me. When I'm watching you, it's like I'm watching reruns of Rugrats. I mean, I thought watching the House of Renegades was hilarious, Venom, but now seeing you with NICK ANGEL of all people is just pure comedy. I've noticed lately that Rottentomatoes doesn't rate comedy movies very highly, but if they took a look at Showdown, they'd surely rate it above 90% merely off the antics of you three. But all jokes and conversations about jokes aside, let's get this straight: this may be a tag match, but I don't need to rely on Brian Daniels or Devan Dubian. I have always been a one-man-army and will continue to be one. But that doesn't mean I can't co-operate with teammates every once in a while. I'll collaborate with them if it means that I can put my hands on Venom, Nick Angel, and Johnny Ventura. When we fought at Reckless Wiring, I knew that I was going to win. I had no doubt in my mind. This Saturday night, I will not lose once again. I know it. When I can feel a win, I usually win. I'm a man now – not the boy I was when I entered this business. When I entered EAW, all I had was a dollar and a dream. I now have millions behind me, and as I've stated before, my only satisfaction comes from beating people. I have no use for materialistic things. The world championship—the EAW world championships—are the most prized possessions in the history of our business, and all of us strive for it. That being said, this is my only chance. The Grand Rampage is my last chance, because I've already had my opportunities. This is the last one. I don't have the patience to continue to strive for opportunities, because I know I have never and will never be given the same opportunities as others. It's harder for a guy like me, and I embrace that fully.
 
Adversity is my fuel.

I will no longer be just another man on the Pain for Pride card. I won't be wasting my talents in the Cash in the Vault match. I will no longer be wasting my time in the 24/7 battle royal match. It's time for me main event. You can't knock my hustle, man... it's way too strong. My hustle has gotten me here, and it's going to take me to the promised land. The Holy Brigades, you three are funny characters – I admit that. I just think you bite off more than you can chew. If you didn't learn that at Reckless Wiring when I beat all of you by myself, then you will learn on Saturday night.

Can't Knock Tha' Hustle 
End.

I never said that everyone had something against me although it certainly feels and seems that way considering the way I have been treated since that night I lost to Y2Impact. I never said that everyone is ignoring my hard work either. The EAW universe, whether they like me or hate me, they recognize the hard work that I have been putting in since I came back and my entire career. They acknowledge the fact I am one of the hardest workers in the history of this business. They know I have earned this opportunity regardless of what transpired in the past and they know I will capitalize, they know I will SEIZE the moment and OWN IT. It's funny because you think you know everything about me, Scrappy, but truth be told you don't know a DAMN THING ABOUT ME. You may be the World Heavyweight Champion, but that doesn't give you the right to marginalize me. You think I am beneath you and to most people's eyes I truly am because you have something I don't, something that makes you the most powerful man in Dynasty and possibly all of EAW, but I am not beneath you. Because, Tyler, without that championship belt you are NOTHING. I don't need a championship belt to validate my greatness as a professional wrestler. But I do need it as proof to you, proof to them and  proof to myself, that I am the best thing going TODAY. My match with Xavier Williams was what it was because we both made it what it will be remembered for centuries as:  a CLASSIC. I'm not going to say I am the reason our match should have been at the top of the card because that simply isn't true. Both of us gave it our best, both of us made it a classic. And that is something you deep down inside know perfectly well no matter how much you try to deny it. I'm happy he's EAW Champion. For now, I am just a contender. You're absolutely right... FOR NOW. If nobody was holding me back, I would've become the first Answers World Champion, hell, I would be World Heavyweight Champion right now. But they didn't think I was ready or so I heard. They don't think I am ready and they probably don't think I will ever be... but that's a load of crap. I'M MORE READY THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! ANYONE WHO SAYS THE OPPOSITE IS CLEARLY LYING TO THEMSELVES. ANYONE WHO HAS SEEN ME IN THAT RING LATELY AND SAYS THE OPPOSITE IS EITHER STUPID OR BLIND. I'm fully prepared for the challenge that awaits me at Grand Rampage, the million dollar question is, are you?? Why would I blame myself when I have done everything humanly possible to realize my dream of being a world champion? Why would I blame myself, Tyler? You and Xavier Williams are the reason I'm not the champion right now and you know that's true. You both knew you couldn't take me on single-handily so you joined forces and you succeed at eliminating me from the chamber. I hate to burst your bubble, but not even ten TP's and ten Xavier's could stop me from rising at Grand Rampage. I'LL TAKE DOWN EVERY ONE WHO CONSIDERS THEMSELVES AUDACIOUS ENOUGH TO STOP ME FROM DETHRONING YOU, EVERY ONE. I've waited way too long for this, I gave my heart and soul for this and it's time everything I did, all the sacrifices I made to get to where I am today PAY OFF. How dare you say I don't care for this? How dare you say the only thing I care about is myself? I care about these people, I care about the World Heavyweight Championship,  I care about this company. I LOVE this place, do you think I would be here if I didn't, Tyler???? Don't you see the fire in my eyes????? I love and care for this more than anything in this world. THIS IS MY LIFE. I never pretended to like everyone, I never pretended to be friend's with anyone. I know that not everybody likes me and I can understand that, really, I completely get it. I never pretended to be anybody's friend, my care and my love for this sport and the people that support me  is legitimate. You want me to do something about it? YOU GOT IT! i AM DONE WAITING, I AM DONE JUST STANDING HERE LIKE AN IDIOT WATCHING THE WORLD PASS ME BY. I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS, I WILL KICK YOUR ASS AND TAKE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!

I don't need them to think a  certain way about myself. They will think what they will think. Could be positive or it could be negative and if it's negative I will continue to work hard so that their perception of me becomes a positive one. And through hard work and dedication I will get what I want, not by having the EAW universe thinking what I supposedly want them to think, THROUGH HARD WORK AND DEDICATION. I have been doing the same thing for the past six years, that is the absolute truth. I have been working my ass off for years and years and years. That's what I have been doing restlessly since I first stepped foot into this company. I consider myself a man of honor, but Tyler Parker I can't promise you I will continue to be a man of honor after what I will do to you come Grand Rampage. I'm sick and tired of you, sick and tired of your lies and everything you represent. After everything you did to me I have to say I regret shaking your hand at MSM more than I regret anything in my life. You say I am doing everything in my power so that they feed my ego.. that's another misconception. I don't even have an ego. You do. You think you're better than everybody. It's funny, you know? Because although you have beaten some of the best EAW has had to offer, you haven't beaten me WHEN IT MATTERS. When will it matter? At Grand Rampage. I know you will defend that championship belt like a tigress defends her cubs, but I will defend my honor just as recklessly and just as fiercely and the ultimate reward will not only be the sustainment of my honor, but the acquirement of the most prestigious and the most illustrious prize in the business. I've watched many other elitist from my era win world titles before I have. Alexander Da Vinci, Cy Henderson, Hurricane Hawk, Brian Daniels just to name a few. All have surpassed me in that sense. I'm feeling like I have fallen behind. I'm feeling like I should have been to the top of the mountain a LONG time ago. Maybe in the past I wasn't ready, but I know for a fact I am ready now. I've been waiting for this moment my entire life and I won't allow you to take it from me just like that, Parker.

Do you honestly think you deserve that championship belt more than I do? More than guys like Devan Dubian and Alex Anderson? We both know you're lying to yourself because you don't. You don't deserve to hold that championship, you never did. And ever since you usurped the throne you have done nothing but deprive that title belt of it's prestige. You've done everything you could to ensure it loses all it's relevancy and prominence, but in two weeks, Tyler, I will restore prestige to the World Heavyweight Championship and you will no longer have anything left, you will no longer have everything you dreamed of. Because I will have IT. I'm surprised you acknowledged the threat I pose to your championship. Yeah, I am an obstacle you overcame time and time again, but I am an obstacle you have never overcome when there has been this much at stake. I understand you will do anything willingly to retain, I understand you won't give a damn about what happens to me during the match, but Tyler SO WILL I!! I strongly suggest you bring your A game at Grand Rampage because getting rid of me for good won't a facile task. To accomplish it you will have to utterly ravage me. And to do that? You have to decipher my weaknesses first. You think you have it all figured it out but you don't. You see, I constantly evolve. I have evolved from who I was when you defeated me. I'm an entirely different entity. It's like you never faced me before.  You implied on several occasions that I am not passionate about what I do. If I'm not passionate then I honestly don't know what I am... I would've given up if I didn't have passion for this a long time ago. Like many elitist have. But I am still here and I will still be here until my heart plays it's final beat.

OOC: Really? I press preview and it just erases the whole thing? Really?


The Life and Times of Vance Tybull
Part Six – “High Stakes”


Phoenix, AZ
January 17th, 2010

[On a cold day in mid-January we see Vance Tybull and his friends Red, Bryce, Krizz and Gomer walking down the busy Phoenix streets. They each hold a hot dog in their hand as they look around the big city. They are each similarly dressed, all five wearing matching leather vests with “Black Label Society” etched across the back.]

Bryce: So… Vance. How do you think you’re going to win in the finals of this tournament? Your opponent looks like he’s twice as big as you!

Red: Yeah, Vance. You’ve faced a lot of skilled wrestlers and you’ve beaten them all, but this guy came from a higher division than you’ve been in! I’m pretty sure the only reason Tempe High courted him to come to their school was because they haven’t won anything wrestling related since the 70’s!

Krizz: I don't doubt Vance one bit!

Vance: Well I’ll tell you one thing. The first mistake I would make is thinking I can’t beat him. The second mistake I would make is thinking that him coming from a bigger school means jack shit in the context of a match. But I don’t make those kinds of stupid mistakes. You wanna know how I think I’m going to win? By taking his ass down and pinning his shoulders to the mat.

Gomer: Dang, Vance! You’re never short of confidence.

Vance: I wouldn’t be in the finals right now if I didn’t have confidence. Now let’s go. We don’t have much time.

[The rest of the gang nod at Vance as they take a right turn. As if by some weird serendipity or convenient plot device, they turn right in to the Phoenix Convention Center where the Division Championships are going down. After a lot of wandering and then a quick change to a singlet, Vance is ready for his final match. He makes his way to the center of all of the rings, the convention center is filled with fans and relatives of the wrestlers. Vance Tybull warms up in his corner while Coach Calhoun talks some of his infamous pep to his student.


Across the ring stands his opponent, a husky black kid in a blue singlet. His intensity illustrates his attitude, he believe he’s guaranteed to win this tournament because of his past credentials. After a minute, the ref comes over and motions for the two men to enter the ring. He explains the rules and asks for them to begin. Both men take their stances and circle each other, feeling one another out. Vance takes this moment to think to himself.]

“This guy is intense, he’s big, and the crowd here is huge. This is going to perhaps be my biggest test to date. I can’t be lazy."

[Vance suddenly lunges forward and goes for the double leg takedown, but his opponent has it scouted and he sprawls out, placing most of his weight on Vance’s head. Vance quickly squirms out from under his enemy, not giving him a chance to get offense started.]

“Fuck. This guy’s big but he’s quick enough to stuff my takedown. What the fuck am I going to do!? No… stop it. Stop thinking like that. You can do this.”

[Vance lunges at his opponent again, this time stepping behind him and getting the waist lock. He goes to lift the man off his feet, but his opponent is able to lower his center of gravity too quickly. The big kid breaks Vance’s grip and steps back around, taking Vance down. Vance manages to wriggle free again, this time with a little more struggle.]

“He almost got me there. This is hard as fuck. I need to find a way to get him off his feet. Maybe… maybe…”

[Vance lunges for the takedown again! No! He fakes out his opponent, and his opponent sprawls out on the ground while Vance is still standing! VANCE JUMPS ON HIS OPPONENT! SHOOTS THE HALF! NO WAY! THE PIN! THE REF CALLS FOR THE MATCH!]


“YES! I DID IT! HOLY CRAP I CAN’T BELIEVE THE FAKE OUT WORKED!”

[The referee raises Vance’s hand in the air as he drops to his knees in disbelief. Coach Calhoun almost knocks Vance over running to him for a hug. His friends rush the match and lift him up on their shoulders. His opponent shakes the cobwebs out of his head, still trying to make sense of what just happened.]

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Dynasty 4/10/15 – Promo #2

Vance: I’ve got to say, Montell, I must apologize. I didn’t mean to go on for 3 hours about you. So let me keep this short, because I’m starting to think you’ve taken this Alpha Male thing a bit too seriously. I can’t sit here and believe your attention span is the same as the animals you’re King of, but if you insist…

Let me start off by saying that to me, there is a huge difference between kissing somebody’s ass and giving a legend his due respect. But if you really want to believe that I was kissing your ass? I suppose you have every right to having a wrong viewpoint. It’ll just be all the more a surprise to you when you feel my boot hit your face.

I also like how you said you weren’t threatened by what I had to say! Good! I don’t want you to be threatened! I don’t come on camera and talk shit to try and give myself a leg up on my competition. That’s not how I operate. When I come on this camera and speak to you Montell, it’s with every single intention of FIRING YOU UP. It’s with every single intention of making you feel like you’re at your best. I didn’t come here to face the Brian Adonises and the Maxwell Dachses and the Hunter Spearings, as good as they may be. I came here to face the ABSOLUTE BEST this world has to offer. So when you say that you’re the best EAW has ever seen? It fires me up. It fires me up because that’s EXACTLY who I want to face on Friday night! 

You respect my confidence? I respect yours. You respect my belief? I respect yours. You respect my faith? I respect yours. But here’s the difference between my confidence and your confidence. Your little brand of confidence is something psychologists like to call “Over-compensatory behavior.” It means that you talk loud and you brag in order to somehow make up for a lack of real substance. And every week your words get louder. Your brags become a little more obnoxious. Your ranting and raving becomes a little more assertive. It’s like you’re saying “Hey, everybody, look at me! I’m still the best, right!? I’m still good enough to win the Grand Rampage, right!?” But nobody can answer that question for you. You have to find that answer within yourself. But my confidence doesn’t make me feel as if I’m entitled to victory. My confidence simply says I can beat you. And I can. Your confidence says “I WILL beat you.” And while it’s nice to have such firm belief, it’s a fool’s notion. Especially when you apply it to something as grandiose as the Grand Rampage.

Part of me hopes you find what you’re looking for. Part of me hopes you really do win the Grand Rampage and reclaim your former glory. Because you’re going to look like the world’s biggest idiot if you don’t. Nobody will ever take another “guarantee” of yours seriously. Ever. But this Friday? This Friday isn’t going to be a time for you to make guarantees. Friday you will have to focus on survival. Because this Friday you face me, the future. And this future ain’t distant – because it isn’t going to be waiting around for you to reclaim your former glory. I’ve already done enough of that in my life with my own flesh and blood. This Friday, I will be looking to make the biggest statement I’ve made thus far. I’m going to show the world I have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with one of the best EAW has ever seen. This Friday I’m going to hoist you on my shoulders for the Sun City Sunset… and you will be…

DUUUUUUUUUMPED ON YOUR HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Period.

It appears that we have landed ourselves into a major Catch 22.
 
In GI’s desire to be the best, he has made it his mission to hurt people, in order to truly stamp his authority in this company. And because he was so concerned with dominating Mr. Smooth, he failed. With Montell’s neck about to break as a result of being devastated by GI’s Chimera-Lock, Montell like a thief in the night managed to steal the win, while also undoubtedly taking away a few strained vertebrae and sore shoulder with him, as he claimed his paper victory. Everyone who saw that match knows the score, though. Once again GI fought, and once again GI dominated.
 
And yet, GI lost, fair and square.
 
Honestly, this is probably my fault. I was getting ahead of myself. GI was becoming a monster in the true sense of the word, but that is always the thing with monsters. If they only knew where to draw the limit, no-one would be able to stop them. If Freddy or Jason were happy killing only most of the dumb over-sexed teenagers, and quit to avoid the more savvy ones, and ones who knew what they were doing, they would win in every movie. Yeah, their revenge might not be complete, but if they knew how to call their shots and waited patiently, they would have succeeded everything they came out to achieve.
 
And this is where GI failed. Destroying men like Montell Smooth is one thing, but at the same time, we are looking for results here. I can’t say that I am too heart-broken as to this loss, because heading into the Grand Rampage, no-one is going to remember this match between GI and Mr. Smooth. Yes, it will always be a mark against GI’s name, but if GI comes out and wins the Grand Rampage, it’s not like this match is going to mean anything. No, I have greater vision than that, and I don’t lack perspective. My only problem is that this creates a difficult issue. With GI’s new penchant for violence, does this new ethos jeopardise his chances to make a real impact in this company, other than being the guy whom no-one wants to face? We know this is true for Dynasty’s coward of a World Champion. Whether or not it is official, there is probably a list of Dynasty performers who may have a chance to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship, and GI’s name is nowhere near the top of that list. This is why we are relying to alternative avenues to get to our mutual goal of having GI wipe that smug smirk off the face of Mr. Parker, and taking his World Title, like he took GI’s National Extreme Championship before him.
 
But before we truly get into all of that, we must take the next step, which funnily enough requires us to take a step back, as GI once again will be made to face TLA. Now, I am not exactly sure what else I can say to him, but coming into this week, I am expecting everyone in the audience to experience some déjà vu. GI will arrive, GI was dominate, GI will leave, and GI will look damn near terrifying while he is doing it. No whore, nor African charlatan, nor mangy mongrel shall stop the might of GI Styles, and while I wish TLA the best, as he did stand last week as a worthwhile challenger, I suggest you start writing up your excuses for your inevitable loss early, TLA. I am sure that you will be needing them and soon.
 
And as a final note…Maxwell Dachs. Those who play with fire, shall surely get burned. In the words of the hood ‘You better check yourself, before you wreck yourself’. I make no promises, but…Well, needless to say GI is still human. He still gets angry from being slighted, like he was against you this last week. In fact, I’m a bit annoyed with it as well. So Dachs, I have taken GI off of his leash, and promised him free reign. Whether it’s Friday night on Dynasty, or down the street, or in your hotel room…Or just about anywhere really, I’d watch my back if I were you. Since he’s come to see me, GI has had an awfully hard time letting things go. I can’t imagine he’ll let you off without even a little scare.
 

*Mandatory Dr. Eddie Hawke glasses adjustment motion*