I believe that you’ve mistaken respect for underestimation, my friend. As I said, when it comes to what I’m walking into on Voltage, I understand that I’m not facing the man that made a disappointing return at the Grand Rampage over a year ago. That’s why I never brought up the fact that you lost to a man like Jacob Senn in the matter of two minutes or the fact that you wasted a golden opportunity to main event Pain for Pride Seven against Mikado Sekaiichi with the World Heavyweight Championship on the line; letting the opportunity fall through your fingers and into the hands of Mr. DEDEDE, because I understand that that man is long gone. I know that you’re not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice; you wouldn’t dare return without knowing whether you could or couldn’t compete at your very best, because if you couldn’t, it would tarnish the long legacy that you’ve created since this company’s inception all those years ago. You’d be nothing more than people like the Prince of Phenomenal or Hurricane Hawk; trying to live off the name they’ve made for themselves in the past and eventually leaving when things began to get a tad too tough. You see, I never brought up the fact that you lost to Tyler Parker at Pain for Pride in a poor attempt to bring you down; I thought that I made it painfully clear that I used it as nothing more than a proving point. I constantly walk out in front of the world as a man that’s constantly forced to deal with the doubt that this world gives me as the EAW Champion. In their eyes, I’m not the rightful champion. In their eyes, I shouldn’t be holding the EAW Championship; instead, it should still be in the hands of a man like Diamond Cage. I walked out on Showdown and pinned the World Heavyweight Champion. I did something that nobody has been able to do since Tyler Parker grasped back onto that championship and keep him down, but was I given the respect that should have come with that feat? I wasn’t, was I? Like I said, a guy like Kawajai will sit behind that desk on Voltage and doubt every action that I make. He’ll look past everything that I’ve done in this company: retiring Dark Demon, overcoming that “unbeatable” team inside War Games to win this company for Zack Crash, breaking a man that was looked upon as unstoppable, in the form of Diamond Cage. Instead, he’ll sit behind that desk in spite, due to how I won this championship; the same way that countless others have in the past, whether it had been with that Cash in the Vault briefcase or that King of Extreme crown. Just like Mak did. Just like Mikado Sekaiichi did. Just like Captain Charisma did; even like the late, great Extreme Enigma did. What makes Xavier Williams different? And yet, every single one of them are looked upon as legends of this business; men that the world can’t seem to take anything away from.
 
I’ve constantly been asked whether the doubt that’s fallen onto my shoulders has begun to get to me and to be quite honest, it has. It’s gotten to me a whole lot more than other things have in the past, but rather than allowing it to affect me, I’ve used it as motivation. I heard what you said at the Grand Rampage, Impact and lit a fire that I haven’t had in a long time. You saw what I did to Charlie Scene, when I could barely stand under my own willpower. You needed to intervene to save the man that you attempted to mould into your champion. You see, Impact, this match means to much more than just another World Championship match. This is another proving point to why NOBODY can hold a candle to what I do. This is another proving point to why I stand at the top of this company as the EAW Champion; the Face of Elite; the Face of this company as a whole; the Greatest Wrestler that has EVER lived; the BEST in the World. I am thankful, with every fibre of my being that you’re no longer plagued by injury. I am thankful that you can walk straight. I am thankful that you’re finally at the point that you can return without any restrictions because this is something that nobody is going to be able to take away from me. The fact that I walked in front of the world on Voltage against the self-professed Best at Everything that he does; the Quintessential Champion and walked out proving that I’m just simply better than he is. The fact that in the matter of six weeks, that I’ve become a greater World Champion than a guy like Kawajai ever was. The fact that, whether they want to admit it or not, that I’m just a level above what both Starr-Stan and Tyler Parker are. Beat everyone; that’s’ the goal. Seven reigns; that’s the reward. The Best in the World against the Best at everything he does… another feather added to my cap.

Volume One
Chapter Four: Now or Never

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I’ve come to a point in my life, where every little detail has a huge impact on my well being. Whether it’s going to the grocery store, going on hikes, seeing a car wreck, whatever it may be, it has a huge impact on me. I look at the world as a greater picture than most people do. I look at it with endless possibilities and there’s always something to look forward to. Not a single day of your life will be the EXACT same as another. It will never happen. It’s not possible. It’s up to you to look at yourself in the proverbial mirror, or even an actual mirror, and ask yourself if you accomplished what you set for yourself that day.

It’s now or never.

In a world like this, you have to realize that you need to take action before it’s too late. No matter what it is, the list goes on and on. I’m a professional wrestler. I make my living by entertaining the fans, doing what I love to do, and getting paid for it. I couldn’t be any happier right now. Everything is just amazing. I say that, but then there’s always going to be that one thing that you’re wishing you had, or wishing you had done, rather. You see, the past couple weeks haven’t been exactly what I had planned. I’ve had a couple minor setbacks, but it’s nothing I can’t come back from. Last week was one of my worst weeks since returning to the Land of Elite. I stepped into the ring without praying to the light that it bring me great honor and great pleasure in taking home yet another victory. I let myself go and I paid the price by suffering my first singles loss since coming back. I won’t lie, it kinda sucks. Knowing that I did that and wishing I could go back and dominate my opponent and put on a showing the people would love to see. I failed last week, but that’s not going to happen again. Last week was a lesson for me, a lesson in realizing that I can’t slip in this industry. I have to always be on top of my game in order to succeed and achieve what I really want here in EAW; gold. I know, everyone wants gold, what’s so different with me? Most people want gold out of greed, out of selfishness. I want gold to bring change to whatever Title it may be and bring it bonified glory and honor, bring it to the light. There’s a specific Title I’ve been like at and waiting for the right opportunity to arise for me to have my moment. Unfortunately, that time hasn’t come yet, but it’s coming soon. The light shines brighter and brighter every week, so I’m getting close.

The fact of the matter is, my time will soon come and I WILL be ready to close in on it and I WILL be ready to restore light to that Title and this business. I can not… no… I will not be stopped. The light has already told me the plans for the upcoming Showdown. What’s going to happen is already set in stone, but now it’s time to make history and make the light proud. After all, it saved me at my lowest point and I’m forever grateful to it. Magnus Tyrell, J.D. Damon, and Maria Gonzales… I’ve noticed how quiet you all have been, besides Damon opening his mouth for a bit, but nothing entertaining came out, really. May that be the case heading into Showdown, just know that this just isn’t your time. Not yet, at least. You’ll have your chance, you all have bright futures ahead of you, just this one week it will not be the case. I look forward to securing a victory over the three of you and I look forward to working with Salot and Haruna Sakazaki.

The light is shining bright this week.

It’s now or never.

[Cherish is seen sitting in a beanbag chair wearing an Xavier Williams t-shirt, shorts, and converse. She is holding a remote in her hand, and watching a replay of Dynasty. On the screen is the backstage segment of Tarah Nova, after the match of Maddie versus Cherish.]

“Tarah: So you’re telling me that right now I should be scared because Miss Cherish left herself wide open in a situation where she should have been some prepared…..”

Cherish: Hmm… Interesting

[Cherish fast forwards a bit through the segment]

“Tarah: …Two months ago I humiliated Lethal when I rightfully took this title away from some scared supposed “champion” who went running for the hills because she couldn’t handle losing to a person who is obviously the better woman. THEN I did something that NO ONE EVER in EAW did. I made EAW history when I became the first EVER VIXEN to compete in the Grand Rampage match and I made it to the final four too.


Then last week for the second week in a row I MADE EAW HISTORY when I became the FIRST EVER ACTIVE ROSTER MEMBER to be featured on all three main shows in the same week. I first arrived in Johannesburg where I closed out Dynasty by humiliating both that crazy psychotic bitch who thinks she’s a Death Eater, and that other bitch who views that her life is just nothing but “sunshine and rainbows” WHO COST ME MY MATCH ON VOLTAGE BY GIVING THE PIZZA DELIVERY BOY ADVICE! Anyway…back to my point.”

Cherish: WAIT! THERE!

[Cherish rewinds all the way back to the beginning of the segment]

“So you’re telling me that right now I should be scared because Miss Cherish left herself wide open in a situation where she should have been some prepared……[fast forwarding a bit]…… and that other bitch who views that her life is just nothing but “sunshine and rainbows” WHO COST ME MY MATCH ON VOLTAGE BY GIVING THE PIZZA DELIVERY BOY ADVICE!”

Cherish: Tarah, mi amor, I hate to rain on your parade….but don’t you think in that moment on Voltage, you should have been the one prepared? I mean, you seem just a tad bit upset. You’re a champion, and yet you let one little girl, who you aren’t supposed to be afraid of, cost you a match against an Elitist. Tell me oh Great One, how does that happen?

[Laughing, Cherish rewinds a bit to another part of the segment]

“…... I made EAW history when I became the first EVER VIXEN to compete in the Grand Rampage match”

Cherish: So are we just going to erase history? Are we going to act like Tarah Nova, our beloved Vixens Champion is the first Vixen to ever compete in the Grand Rampage? Just let me clarify this for one moment… The FIRST EVER Vixen? You are lucky I don’t have my time-turner… Join me in a flashback to 2011 Tarah… Grand Rampage IV, where the whole world found out who Medusa was… Ah, sweet Medusa… She was my spirit animal and then on top of that, she was none other than my beloved Kendra Shamez. Not only did she win her match that same night, but she entered the Grand Rampage to eliminate EAWs two powerhouses at the time… Power and Scott Diamond. Now let us say it together mi amor, so you don’t go around spewing nonsense… Kendra Shamez, was the FIRST EVER Vixen to COMPETE in the Grand Rampage. Don’t worry, I’m not going to delve into Kendra’s accomplishments because that is irrelevant, but I just wanted to help you understand history.

Mi amor, you are a funny person… I think it’s mostly because your threats sound harsh, but in reality they don’t match up. You said something on Dynasty that actually made me giggle, what was it….”You saw what I’m capable of doing as you witnessed last week but you have NOT seen what I’m capable of when I’m at my FULLEST.” HA! I have seen you at your fullest Tarah! We ALL witnessed your little battle with Cameron Ella Ava… You scarring her with a blade, and how can we forget about her falling, to what we all thought was her death. Are you going to use the cliché of “that wasn’t my fullest”… How about your final match against her? I’m sure you went full out...sadly you fell short… So tell me Tarah, should I truly be afraid when you’re at your fullest? Matter of fact Tarah, why wait until Triple Threat to give your fullest in a match… We have Voltage! I know Voltage might bring back some painful memories considering you lost…But I’m sure you weren’t at your fullest, am I right? Please, oh Great One, do me the great justice of fighting to your fullest because I don’t want to hear any excuses…when I beat you.

[The same dingy, wet room cracks in from the powder and onyx static on an old broken television to show Salot suspended upside down.  Feeling the rush of blood to his brain, his eyes roll in the back of his head; grey as the smoke of war...]

Salot: I've never been to Denmark... but tonight I travel, alone.  The only company I keep is the spirit of satanas, the "most high"... I keep having visions.  He is here in EAW, and I am not alone.  You will ALL see soon enough as the darkness begins to spread, crippling your strongest, and instantly perishing the weak.   When it's all said and done, I will be alone again.  This is the first time that I have ever engaged in combat as a group, or a "team" if you will... 

[Falling from his elevated state he lands cleanly on his feet. Salot lights and takes a long drag from his signature Havana Special coronella.  He seems to be bothered by the concept of "us"...]

Salot:  It doesn't matter if Haruna even shows... Her depression is like hot chocolate to me.  I am attracted to the uncertainty and  warmth of despair.   I can capture two vixens at once to carry to Satanas.  The offering will be bountiful... with or without the help they think Salot needs.  Jacob Steele is fresh off defeat, and as the proverb says; "Don't judge a man by his short-comings"... but I am the judge, jury and executioner of all in my way.  If either of you deviants plan to interrupt my gatherings to Satanas, you will be swarmed by the souls of the damned and delivered to purgatory!

[Manic behavior begins to overcome "Black Death"... pacing; panicking; high blood rate.  The excitement of battle is what he longs for.  The pain and desperation of his enemies are the driving force to his evil...]

Salot: I can not wait to exhonorate the soul of this.. how would you say... decadent, rich dessert... that is J.D. Damon.  Cupcake?  That's what we'll call him.  The last thing you will see will be the eyes of  Satanas as you burn with the rest! 

[Reaching over to the small ash and dust covered table, Salot grabs a fly with a precision strike.  Twittling it between his fingers, admiring it's exterior beauty, his stare goes instantly blank and his body turns cold...]

Salot: He's here... I feel the presence of Satanas.. we will rise like the fly from larvae.. the maggots, the dirt.  This saturday I will show the whole world why I am worthy of being in the presence of Mephistopheles!  Gonzalez, Damon... Tyrell... just like Lancaster... you stand no chance against a man possessed. Even the power of 3 collectively cannot defy "Black Death"!   In the name of all things unholy I will not be contained!  The plague is about to spread!


[A devilish grin comes over the face of Salot; for only he can commensurate pleasure from pain.  Mumbling in an unfamiliar dialect is followed by a sound reminiscent of dumping a bucket of water on hot coals.  The cameras fade as Salot puts out his half smoked Cuban cigar on his tongue..]

FIN

*The video begins suddenly with an image of a man wearing a Roman gladiator skirt and sandals sitting cross-legged between two oak trees. His eyes are closed as he takes in a deep breathe of air through his nostrils, his eyes flick open.*

My name is Alexander Aiken Gott. I have never stepped inside of a wrestling ring, nor have a wrestled in my life. But, I have fought, I have bled, I have been broken and I have been made stronger for it. It has taken me years to get here, to get to EAW, to get to this physique, to reach this point in my life. I have been everywhere and in each of those places I have fought and in each of those places I have won and lost. It isn't the outcome that I focus on, it is the fight. There is no other life for a man like me to live, I was born and bred to fight and that is what I do, it is what my father did and his father before him. It is what my son will do and so will his son after him. That is how it should be, so that is how it is.

*Gott stands up giving the viewer a better look at his impressive physique while never breaking eye contact. He tilts his neck to the left and then to the right cracking it and then taking another deep inhale of air before continuing.*

I haven't much to say nor would I know what to say if I did. However, I will leave you all with this. I have my first match in EAW this Sunday at The Impact Arena in Bangkok against two men, Orion Orpheus and Devin Angelus. I know very little about the two of them but I don't need to know anymore than I do. I don't need to know how they got here, why they got here or what they are going to do now. All I need to know and all I do know is that we will fight and two men will lose. I know that I won't win without a fight and I won't lose without a fight. All I know... is how to fight. I don't know how to be loved or hated, but I know I will be respected. I am the man of oak and at the end of the day whether I'm falling or standing I will remain strong.


*Gott turns his back to the camera and walks off deeper into the forest as the video cuts to black.*

Oh Liam, I know you had death threats after your biggest screw up in this company. Why? BECAUSE I WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE MAKING THOSE THREATS! If I didn’t already hate you going into that fatal four way at House of Glass, I sure as hell hated you after. I hated the way you walked around this company. I hated the way you talked on that mic. I hated you the way you wrestled in that ring. I just hated you down to every bone in my body. Why? Because you let the one thing I wanted walk right out the doors of this company. You see I’m seem to have a small little problem. Some people are addicted to drugs. They’ll sell everything they can find for practically nothing just to stick a needle in their arm. Others, they’ll ruin every relationship they have just to get to the liquor store before it even opens thirsting for a bottle of whiskey. Me? I get my high off championship gold. I’m addicted to world championships. My rock is the Answers World Championship and I’ve craved it ever since I stepped foot back into this company in the summer of 2013. I ruined relationships. I formed a bond with Johnny Ventura only to use him to get closer to that belt. I joined a group of men who all wanted that same belt, and hoped to leap in front of you all to get it. I’ve given up everything I have to get this belt around my waist. I’ve lost more brain cells than I can remember in matches fighting for this belt. I’ve suffered multiple concussions since I’ve returned. I lost my gold medal in a fight for the world title. I had to watch Dark Demon burn them in front of me. I haven’ seen my family in months. I’ve hurt the careers of the likes of Diamond Cage and Norman Hellion because of my addiction to gold. After I lost this belt last year, no, AFTER I HAD THIS BELT STOLEN FROM ME LAST YEAR, I went a little crazy. I got a little dope sick after not having my fix for a while. So when Diamond Cage was closing in on winning this belt, I stabbed him in the fucking head. I could have went out and found a new addiction, but no, I always get drawn back to MY Answers World Championship. Then when I finally got my rematch for my belt, I screwed up. I thought I had to prove myself again. So I attempted Starrsault after Starrsault until I was finally piledriven into the mat. That was okay. I knew I was better than Hades. That’s why my craving didn’t go away. Because the next month I robbed another person of that belt. When Norman Hellion had his hands on that belt, less than a second away from actually winning it, I ripped it from his hands when I physically drug him out of that ring and put his ass through a table. Then what did I do?? Months later I made a debt with my life and had Lannister help screw Norman of the gold. Lannister could have came back for anything and I still would have made that deal with him. I would have traded anything fort his gold. Yet what Lannister failed to realized that after getting this belt back on my shoulder, I’d do anything to keep it, and I’d do anything to prove that this is where the belt rightfully belongs. Not on Brody’s shoulder or carried around by his sick doctor. I had Brody beat in the middle of the ring at Grand Rampage. Not on Lannister’s waist. I beat him CLEAN inside a steel cage. I paid my debt to RAGNAROK. This belt doesn’t belong on the shoulders of Dubian or Daniels. Despite what Dub’s shirts say, he is not the most elite in EAW. Despite the thoughts Daniels fills in these fans head, NO! he is not the next world champion. NO! he will not defeat me at Pain for Pride. NO! You won’t defeat me either Liam. I’m not accepting any loss. I’ve never accepted any loss in my career. When I lose, and it’s actually my fault, I still don’t accept it. I use it as fire and come back and make sure it never happens again. We’ve already been there, haven’t we Liam? I let you cause me a loss once before. I let you kickout one too many times already in my lifetime. Showdown, you won’t have a chance to kickout. You better hope I give you the chance to take a three count. You better pray that when I’ve got you in the middle of that ring, that you aren’t conscious to feel the physical and mental pain of defeat. My opponents tell me all the time, there isn’t anything worse than being trapped in the middle of that ring, wrapped up in an ankle lock, screaming for your life, crawling for a rope, scratching for a way out… but one won’t come. When I want you to tap out, you will. When I want you to be defeated, you will be. It’s not a matter of will you lose tomorrow night, it’s a matter of when.

--DEBUT PROMO, BRETT KENNEDY--

Brett Kennedy is leaning on a worn down brick wall, looking at his watch. With his foot tapping, Kennedy looks uneasy and ready to beat someone up. All of a sudden, an overweight man shows up and gives him a hot dog with mustard and relish.

Kennedy: God, how long did that take you? Jesus Christ, Michelangelo made the Sistine Chapel ceiling faster than you getting my god damn hot dog! I've had faster diuretic shits than your lard ass. Holy sh-

Kennedy takes a bite out of the hot dog and pats the fat man on the head with a great grin on his face.

Kennedy (With some hot dog in his mouth): But, you know what? It's still a good ass hot dog. Now get out of here, I'm supposed to talk incoherently about myself for ten minutes for this wrestling thing.
What do you mean I already do that? Are you saying that you watch me when I'm in the batroom? ...Wait, you have. First of all, you're a creep. Second, god damn. I know I shouldn't have bought the house with the window by the bathtub! But, look at the view I get from there. Isn't it splendid?
But, seriously. Get out of here, or I'll kick your ass from here to Brampton.
I know it ain't that far, get the fuck out of here!

Kennedy pushes the overweight man out of the way, spilling mustard on his shirt and dropping the half-eaten hot dog into the ground. He then moves the camera guy around to the position he wants it to be.

Kennedy: Now....a little to your right. No, my right. Little more...there we go. Now don't move too much, I gotta do this in one take.

Okay. The reindeer in Spain was hit mainly by the plane...the reindeer...reindeer in Spain...was hit mainly...by the plane!
Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... Now hold on a second. I gotta stop watching Tobey MacGuire Spiderman. Fuck!
My name is Brett Kennedy, okay? I don't give a crap who you are, I'll mow you down. Was that intimidating? Yeah? I think so, too.
Anyways! As you can tell, I have quite the mouth. Why? Blame my mother. She swore like a sailor, and it got to me very quickly. You don't like that, well tough shit!
Anyways, I heard of this wrestling company, they're called EAW. Great place, very clean. They must pay their workers a ton of cash. There's a lot of big names already at this EAW, isn't there? I mean, you've got the champ, Xavier Williams. Well, he's the champ at Voltage. Apparently there's a champ for each show. But, you've got Xavier Williams. He's...definitely someone, right? One question though. Why does his hair look like it's balding a straight line down the middle of his head? Must be getting the 'Natural Road Warrior Hawk' look. Great thinking, champ!
There's also this guy that's from this video game, didn't think he was actually a real thing. He's like the main villain or something, right? Carries a hammer, looks like a duck. Wait, it's not King Dedede? It's just...Mr. DEDEDE? Oh...well, that's kinda dissapointing. I wanted him to sign my Kirby game. Tell me he doesn't have long hair.
There's also some new guys that I have to apparently fight first. In all honesty, I haven't read a thing about these rookies. Do I need to worry about anyone? Maybe? Well, you're so reliable, Jarvis. Christ, I'm facing them first. Ah, who cares.
Oh, and there are these Vixens. Oooh, baby, what I would do to touch one of their butts. Like, they are truly ones of a kind. Put two together, you got yourself a pair! Put five of them together in the batroom, you got a royal flush! Have you seen the asses on female wrestlers?

Kennedy makes a gesture showing how large an average female wrestler's ass is, and then gives the 'OK' sign with a little wink.

Kennedy: Hey Novah, if you need someone, like a masseuse or a speech instructor. Hell, I can do some hot yoga with you. Call me. Yeah, I see you. You and your C cups. Just the right size, am I right?
As you can plainly tell, I have signed a contract with the elusive Elite Answers Wrestling company. You know, EAW for short. Where will I go? Apparently to Voltage. Well, how convenient. I was talking about Xavier Williams before. Now that fits all in with the promo. Williams, I'm coming for you, ginger. Wait, is he a ginger? Whatever.
Who will I face? Who gives a flying nutsack? All I know is that there's not enough blood on my boots, and I know there's a locker room full of eager kids willing to donate their blood for Scientology! Yeah, never thought you'd hear Scientology in a wrestling promo, did you?
The time for bland ass characters are over. Bridge City's finest has arrived. Pack your bags, Jarvis. We're heading to beat up some vanilla midgets at EAW! This is exciting.

Kennedy grabs his pretend suitcase and starts walking down the street. His camera man, Jarvis, walks with him, but keeps the camera down and keeps recording. This continues for the next seven minutes. You can hear some incoherent chat between Kennedy and Jarvis for a little bit, with the subjects ranging from the one time he ruptured a man's testicles after a low blow, to making a contest to correctly guess how big Ariana Lopez's boobs are.

(Alexandria Dachs is standing at a podium in downtown Duluth, Minnesota and is about to speak.)

Alexandria Dachs: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Alexandria Dachs and I am the ONE BEHIND THE ONE IN 48 AND ONE. I represent a man who has show nothing but pure unadulterated violence for the past month in EAW. My client has shown absolute dominance throughout the entirety of EAW for the past couple of weeks. Defeating the likes of GI Styles and The Legendary Sekaiichi. And he BROKE the streak of the great Floyd Mayweather. And now please welcome MY CLIENT MAAAAXWEELLLL DAAAAAAAAAACCCHHSSS.

(Maxwell Dachs walks to the podium as his hometown crowd cheers in approval for Maxwell Dachs.)

Maxwell Dachs: Thank you. Last week I continued my streak of dominance. The week before, in my first title defense,  I dominated a EAW legend to begin this streak. And this week I continued to show my dominance by ending one of the greatest streak in the history of sports today! I broke the streak of Floyd Mayweather.

(Dachs arrogantly walks to one side of the stage holding the microphone.)

Maxwell: I have done what no one else has been able to do.  I did what not even Manny Pacquiao couldn’t even do!

(Dachs smirks.)

Maxwell: I snapped the streak.

Maxwell: And now I look forwards towards my match this week on Dynasty. Where I will continue to destroy anyone the world throws at me. And where sadly I am still yet to be respect by EAW. I have to deal with this fuck on commentary, what’s his name, Stew-O? Fuck that guy. Sarcastically slandering my name like that. He’s lucky that I don’t knock him up the side of the head.

Maxwell: And besides my open challenge is open to anyone. And what does old Stew-O do? Nothing. Just like the little bitch he is. HE ISN’T A REAL MAN! Why doesn’t he just come into that ring and face me and back up his words like a real man would? But he doesn’t… And you know why? Because he’s just a fucking puppet like every single one of those people who blindly follow the EAW. Nothing he says is original. He just regurgitates things that are fed to him by our general manager. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t mean it. And I demand him to meet me in the ring, whether it be this week or the next. He should back up his words like a real man would. And if he doesn’t.

Maxwell: I won’t be responsible for my actions towards him.

Alexandria: Thank you all and goodnight.

The rain falls outside her room as she stares out into the abyss of the rain. She seems dazed and confused as she looks out into the nothingness, unsure of what it is that she wants to say. She reaches her hand out, taking hold of a small cup of water and taking a quick sip before setting it down. As she turns her gaze to the remaining water she sighs and swats it away, listening to it clatter along the floor and roll out of her room. She sighs again before turning her attention to the camera. 

"I've always wanted to fight you. I wanted to test myself against you, you above all people. What you are, in comparison to what the rest of the division is. I wanted to be able to face someone who was leagues above anyone else. Someone that, above everyone else, stood above and held the crown. That's you."

Lightning strikes outside the room and she turns to face the rain again, as if drawn to it. She presses her palm against the glass, letting it calm her thoughts and mind before she turns her attention back to the camera. With a jump she kicks off the bed stand, walking towards the camera and stopping in front of it. 

"No more cryptic messages. I desire control. For a long time, my life didn't have that. It spiraled into a mess of decay and was as far from worthwhile. That was until I found my passion. I wished to make everyone see what I saw. What my...corruption can do for this world. Your crown as Vixens Champion, would mean the world if I could hold it, but I can't. There is no drive for me to try and change you, as you don't need to be changed. I want to fight you, I want to beat you, so that I can show everyone else that ever doubted me, that I can. Even if I can't beat you, I'm going to show you that even though I'm someone you've never faced, I'm someone that you can look upon at eye level, not above us as a goddess. I am The Corrupting Dragon, a dragon not in name only. A dragon in might, and ability. I will take you to your limit, and only one of us will walk out of that match. I promise you, I will make you respect me, or I will make you bleed. Whichever comes last." 

She glares into the camera angrily before swatting it to the ground. There's a moment of silence as she seems to think of what she's done before smirking.

"Long. Live. The queen."

With that final sentence she lifts her boot, crushing the camera under her heel as it fades from static to nothing more than darkness.

SHOWDOWN PROMO

So Liam, you’re a changed man? You’re not the man that cost me the Answers World Championship two years ago? The man that let that title walk out of the company on Drastik’s shoulders? The man that slid into depression for all his screw ups? The man that’s huge fall from the top of this company left him out of it? Less than a year removed from competing and successfully defending your world championship in the main event of Pain for Pride, you weren’t even on the card, you weren’t even in the company! If you’re not that same man, you prove it to me in the ring. You prove it against a real competitor, a real champion. Not the likes of Jacob Steele, who has an even worse reputation now than you did when you walked out of this company last year. I’m glad you respect me, Liam, because I actually hold a little respect for you. The last time you were in EAW, I had no respect for you. In fact I nearly hated you for our battles over the Answers World Champion. I hated you for the implosion of dWo, but let’s please not speak of that despicable stable again. I respect you for actually making a successful comeback into this business. I respect you for taking a poor reputation and coming back and actually making a good name for yourself again. You might not be from America, you might be my opponent this Saturday, but I can respect you for what you’re trying to do. I’m not going to let you beat me, but I can respect you for trying to beat me and trying to put yourself back at the top of the company. Because if you want to get back to where you once were, you have to go through me. I am the Answers World Champion. The most elite wrestler in the world. I am the slayer of kings.
 
You were once a king yourself, right Liam? King Catterson! Last week I slayed our current king right in the middle of the ring. Surrounded by 15 foot high steel walls I pinned King Lannister in the middle of the ring. One of the most feared wrestlers in EAW, I put into the mat. I pinned his shoulders one, two, three, and you’ll be lucky if you get the same fate. You’ll be lucky if I spare you the embarrassment of tapping out to me in the middle of the ring. I slayed the leader of RAGNAROK, the biggest challenger Murrow could have thrown at me for the Answers World Championship, so what makes you think you’ll have any other outcome than Lannister did? What makes you more of a threat than the King? What makes you more of a threat than the so called “monsters” Psycho Brody or Norman Hellion? I survived those beasts. You know damn well I’ll do whatever it takes to win a match. I know none of my accomplishments are going to win this match for me, or yours for you, but those accomplishments mean something. They are not just a thing of the past. They don’t just get hung up on my wall and forgot about. They are a reminder of how good I am in that ring. They a symbol of every victory I have ever achieved. If I’m good enough to become a Hall of Famer, win four world titles on top of countless other achievements, why wouldn’t I be able to defeat you on Showdown? Those accolades aren’t going to win them for me, but they should tell you exactly what I’m capable of. If I can make Hall of Famers tap out to my ankle lock, why shouldn’t I be able to make you tap out? If I can make the great Y2Impact pass out, why wouldn’t I be able to watch you suffer the same fate? I can wish you the same luck you wished me, Liam. But I can’t wish you luck for victory. I can only wish you luck that you take this loss the best you can. That you don’t let this loss interrupt your comeback, because I’m sure you can still go far. I can wish you luck, but only so much. You’re going to need all the luck in the world to wrestle toe to toe with me.

When Norman and I first started out here in EAW, we would always try to come up with a line that would grab the audience's attention right away. I killed a man once in cold blood or I fed my cute little puppy to the ferocious gators. Just examples, neither happened - I think. Not to my knowledge at least. But as time passed I realized that I didn't have to come up with an attention getter or a hook. For when I talk? Your eyes are already glued to the screen. I'm captivating. The reason why I'm captivating is because you've never seen a man like me before HAHAHAHAHAHA. My presence alone causes heads to turn and heartbeats to skip. The point is I tried very hard to impress you all, as did Norman. You see we wanted to make a great first impression and I believe we accomplished that goal. Did we not? I wanted to impress you because I knew if I didn't, I probably wouldn't still be here. Scratch "probably", for I would've been long gone by now if that was the case. But like I said, I tried. I did what was asked of me. I was a good Boy Scout. I followed the rules and orders, no questions asked - but then I got bored HAHAHAHAHAHA. I began to color outside the lines and at first I thought I would get in trouble. Like a suspension or termination. But nothing happened. Nothing happened because I don't play by Zack Crash's rules. I play by my own. And because of that, I'm sure I've committed some acts that the fancy businessmen of EAW did not appreciate - just like I'm sure they received complaints from the fans, begging for appropriate actions to be taken. But they know better. They don't dare approach an unstable "monster" whom often feels caged by EAW's walls and guidelines. And when I'm in this cage, I often get lonely. I need entertainment. I wanted someone to visit me so they can see a glimpse of my life - OF MY REALITY! So on Voltage, when Sebastian was forced to enter my home of shiny chained walls, I was delighted. I WAS JUMPING FOR JOY BECAUSE FOR ONCE, HE WAS THE ONE TRAPPED! The "king" as you call him, got what was coming to him. And the reason why he deserved such a beat down is because of his "lover". The woman who played a major role in my loss at the Grand Rampage. But that's enough about that, since for the most part, it's water under the bridge. Well, for now at least. King and Queen - that's what Sebastian and Athena are to each and every one of you. They are royalty! Therefore they have power!! But tell me, on Voltage, did Sebastian look like a king? A man of power? Was he in control? Most certainly not. On Voltage all of the cards were face up. Making everything perfectly clear and what was crystal clear to me is Sebastian Lannister is a flawed "King", which is only fitting since his kingdom is deeply flawed in their own right. Not a single member of RAGNAROK can think on their feet, that's a proven fact! Because where oh where was Matt, Aren, and Brody when I hit their "leader" with a big boot, followed by a clothesline? Oh that's right, they were too busy taking the bait. And once the cage lowered, they just stood there. They didn't even attempt to climb it because they knew better, for they value their health more than they do yours, "King". So I must say, those men are very dependable. You sure know how to pick them Sebastian. Speaking of the "king" himself, where were you when the real and only king, King Ares Vendetta had your soon to be wife caught by her hair and with a blade to her throat? Wait, don't tell me for my memory is slowly coming back to me - that's right, you were barely conscious, struggling to get air into your lungs, and just a few minutes later you were coughing up blood. What a pretty picture that was. Which makes me think, the doctors must be sick of seeing you by now. How much damage have I caused you? How many dollars has the EAW board of directors spent on your hospital bills alone? Tell you what, the next one is on me. It's the least I can do - because there will be a next time Sebastian HAHAHAHAHAHA. There will always be a next time because you and I? We are destined to do this forever. I will always be that nagging thorn digging into your side. I will always be the nuisance buzzing in your ear. Don't you see Sebastian? I am your shadow. I will follow your every movement and I will continue to shave days off your career with each strike I land. I owe it to Norman after all since you are the one who is responsible for his death - and now? NOW I RETURN THE FAVOR! For your sake, I wish I could make you an offer. I wish I could propose an idea that would make this all go away for you, I really do. But I can't and I won't because I have a confession to make. I-I'm not a very good person, Sebastian. Finally the weight has been lifted off my shoulders! I FEEL LIKE SINGING! I FEEL LIKE DANCING HAHAHAHA! That's right, this whole time, I've been playing nice. It makes you wonder what I can do when I'm in an actual bad mood? I guess we'll just have to find out together - it's more fun that way! Before I move on, I just want to say that I know it's late, but I would like to give a toast. Athena and Sebastian, I've known you two for awhile now. You've always been joined at the hip. Whenever Sebastian was, there was Athena and vice versa. This lovely couple demonstrates a rare form of true love. She's a keeper, Sebastian, which I'm sure you already knew. And you Athena, sweet and innocent Athena, you are so beautiful, breathtaking actually - and, well I just hope it stays that way after all of this. To Sebastian and Athena! HAHAHAHAHAHA

I still remembered the words Sebastian mumbled to me about a month or two ago, regarding my "replacements", Aren and Matthew, which just so happens I'll be in the ring with the both of them this week - lucky me HAHAHAHA. I just love when you get the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, but I digress. What Sebastian told me is those two are stronger than me. He thinks their future is brighter! He thinks they will become stars! That's fine with me. In fact, I wish them nothing but the best. I hope they find success. Go for it, reach for the damn stars, but the difference between me and them, well there are many differences, but one of the biggest is I already am a star. I've managed to win a world championship, while nobody in the current version of RAGNAROK has done the same and perhaps never will. Not to mention I've headlined free-per-views. But I don't want to boast. I don't need a confidence booster, which is what Sebastian tried to give you when he said those words I just said moments ago. Sure he was the creator of RAGNAROK, but I was the glue. I was the voice. I was the threat. In other words, I was RAGNAROK. And the day Sebastian picked Brody over Norman is the day it died. Rest in peace. Such a sudden, yet preventable death. That one is on you, "King". But of course, he doesn't think so. He likes to place all of the blame on me. I'm his scapegoat, after all. What an honor. Tell me Aren, who just so happens to be my tag partner this Saturday night, is Sebastian still feeding your heads with lies? If so, then I feel bad for you. No really, I do. Because you and Matthew are just pawns of his. He needed numbers and you two were the only ones foolish enough to accept his offer. To ease the pain, I could replace the word foolish with brave, but I'm afraid if you put lipstick on a pig, it's still a pig. And tell me, are you still waiting on my "traitor's death"? I'm sorry it hasn't happened yet, just like I'm sorry it never will. Listen Aren, I'm just going to cut to the chase. For starters, what you think you know about me? You don't. You don't have a clue. Don't pretend you do and don't act like you fully understand what's going on between your boss and I. In a perfect world, you would just let me finish him off. But I know you and Matthew will try to stop me. You're loyal to him, which is a double edged word really. Sure he might help you at times, but in the end, he has you wrapped around his finger. You even took his place in that tag match at Triple Threat. Way to step up to the plate young man, but I'm afraid you will strike out. Listen, I don't expect us to see eye to eye on anything really. But in the end, you will see what I saw during my time in RAGNAROK. I could elaborate on that thought, but I want you to see it for yourself. You have the pieces to the puzzle, now you just have to put them together. As for our tag match this week against "mystery opponents", I could tell you we should put our differences aside! We should go in there, demolish our competition, shake hands and end the House Vendetta and RAGNAROK beef! HAHAHAHA but we both know that's not going to happen, nor do I want it to. This is fun to me. It gives me a reason to smile when I come to work! Because just like I told Sebastian, this is never going to end. Not until one of us is pushing up daisies. What? You thought my match with him at the Grand Rampage would be our last encounter? Oh no. And before you talk about how he "beat" me, he didn't. He just made it worse on himself. As a matter of fact, I feel like a winner! While Sebastian? He's in rough shape right now, landing back on the shelf for the coming weeks when I cracked multiple of his ribs. Regrets? I have none. I never have and I never will. But back to this match of ours, Aren. Listen, I won't try to play nice with you. I won't even lie to you because I don't feel like wasting my energy. You shouldn't trust me. Breaking news right? Just like I don't trust you. I don't care about this match, just like I don't care who our "opponents" are because as far as I'm concerned? You are my only opponent. But for fun, let's play the guessing game! Let's guess who they are! The Savage Ryan's? Death By Velocity? Maybe it'll even be Victor and Brody since Murrow enjoys games. So what do I plan on doing to you? I don't know yet. I'll actually let you decide that if you try something. I can't express this enough, but it would be in your best interest to not try something, Aren. Not when I'm on this pursuit of mine. 

On Saturday I'll be in Denmark and then I'll make my way to Thailand a few hours later. What a nice trip that'll be. Of course I'll be in Thailand for business. This business involves Matthew Miles once again. How long has it been Matthew? Two weeks since our last match right? And you could say it didn't end well for you. You tried, I'll give you that. You were desperate for a win so you could make your boss happy. So desperate you decided to hit me with not just one, but two low blows. I see you don't fight with honor. We have that in common, but can't say I've sunk as low as you did. You see Matthew a low blow is a last resort. It admits to the entire world that your opponent is better, so you need any advantage you can. But hey, I won't fault you for that. However it does make me wonder what the over/under is this time around when you face me in a lumberjack match, surrounded by your "buddies" and mine. I say you'll attempt four, since you already know two won't be enough. Double it to be safe. But I must warn you that this time, I will see it coming and this time I will grab you by the throat and I will throw you to the pack of wolves that is known as House Vendetta. And then your allies can try to save you, but I think the Agents of Extreme can handle them again, since they did such a wonderful job this past Sunday HAHAHAHAHA. Let's not kid ourselves here, Matthew. Sure this might start as a lumberjack match, as advertised, but we both know how it's going to end - a brawl. And personally I don't care if it happens. In fact I welcome it. Because I'm the one who has a legitimate reason to be upset, not you. I get it, your angry since you've lost a lot more matches than you've won lately, but at least you have something to look forward to with this Spartan's Cup. You already survived the first around against Stark was it? It doesn't matter, but what does matter is if you go on to win this tournament, you get to handpick your match at Pain for Pride, unless I misunderstood the concept. But if I'm right, then what an opportunity. Hell I'll even admit that you have a good shot at winning the whole damn thing. See that? That's the only compliment you'll ever get from me. Cherish it. I know it will mean a lot to you. But as for me and Pain for Pride, it's still up in the air. I-I SHOULD BE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION RIGHT NOW. I'VE TRIED TO KEEP MY COOL SINCE RECKLESS WIRING BUT I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE. I HAD STAN BEAT. ACTUALLY NO, I HAD HIM MORE THAN BEAT. I HAD HIS LIFE HANGING IN THE BALANCE AND THEN LANNISTER COMES TO SAVE THE DAY AND GIVES HIM THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ON A SILVER PLATTER! I-I am still the rightful Answers World Championship. Even Stan knows that. It should be me vs Devan Dubian vs Brian Daniels. But how convenient it's all of the Elite members instead. What a coincidence. But I'm sure Brian and Devan are happy Stan is carrying my title, seeing as they have a better shot at winning with him in the match because if it was me? I would've bulldozed them like I did at Road to Redemption when I personally eliminated the both of those pipsqueaks. But you Matthew? You think you have a right to be mad? Your life is good and you don't even realize it. Instead you're too busy complaining about little losses that don't matter nor will they be remembered. As you can see, my blood is boiling and it has nothing to do with you either, but I have to unleash my built up frustration on someone and it just so happens that you'll be in the wrong place at the wrong time - again. For your sake, you better pray this ends in a brawl so you can escape through the crowd and commotion, because if not? Your ribs will be the next I break. Make sure to thank Sebastian for me.

It seems you've misunderstood me, Xavier. I thought I was loud and clear in saying that this isn't about seven World Championship reigns. This is not simply about beating Xavier Williams. This is about proving that my time spent in rehabilitation all of those months after last year's Pain for Pride was worth it. This is about continuing a run of exemplary performances that were cut short in my run last year as a result of the injuries I had sustained due to all of my hard-fought matches up until that point. You're taking what you've seen of me before and expecting it to be the same man you'll square off with in the ring on Voltage for that EAW Championship. Sure, you may have beaten Tyler Parker, but at the height of my success in my second Answers World Championship reign and unrestrained by the injuries that plagued my return in 2014, I defeated Tyler Parker multiple times. This isn't about him. This isn't about proving that last year's Pain for Pride was a fluke. I know he beat me, fair and square. I know that many men beat me in 2014, fair and square, no doubt about it. That's something that's never going to go away, having the best seat in the house to my injury-induced decline and being unable to do anything about it. I stayed in the ring like a trooper and I took my punishment in stride. I handled it as best as I could, but my losses have remained fresh in my mind after the reality of my defeat at Pain for Pride. Everything that I'm doing right now and everything that I'm going to do, it's all because of the way people like you reacted with bliss at my misfortune, Xavier. It's because of guys who couldn't accomplish a fraction of what I did taking pleasure in my suffering. If you're a wrestler who spends the majority of his career as a footnote in the middle of the show, maybe you can handle losing. Maybe you can handle not being able to perform at your best and still doing the fans the disservice of forcing them to watch you on a weekly basis. That's because people like that are content to be mediocre. They know what they are, and they understand their place in the universal pecking order. I can't blame them for wanting to continue earning a paycheck in spite of their talent or lack thereof, because many of these men have families to feed and they'll do what they can to do so. It is a privilege, not a right, to work in this business and to compete for this company. In all of my years, I have never taken that for granted and I have operated accordingly. However, I absolutely refuse to stand idly by and watch while talentless ingrates content to gain just another paycheck wipe their feet on the floor of my legend. My motivation has never been money, and so you know my return to the ring has nothing to do with that. I don't do it for a paycheck. I don't do it to feed my family. I'm doing this because I'm gifted in a way that nobody else who has ever walked in a ring has been, and despite the similarities I'd previously drawn between us, what you'll notice almost immediately in our match on Voltage is the fact that I am not like you, Xavier; I'm better. 

You spoke of me as if everything I'm capable of is in the past-tense. That's a mistake you'll wish you hadn't made when you lock horns with the most formidable extremist this business has ever seen. I'm not talking about any other legend you've crossed paths with before. I couldn't care less that you've made a name for yourself at the expense of the greats in an era that preceded you. No matter what you've done to get where you are or who you've beaten, my name won't be added to that list because I am not anyone who you've beaten before. I am not an opponent you've seen before. You don't know what kind of Y2Impact you're going to see on Voltage. You have no idea whatsoever if you're going to see the hobbling, bedraggled Y2Impact that you and everyone else saw last year. I'd say that I'm uncertain myself, but I wouldn't have returned unless I knew where I was at physically. When I watched Charlie Scene fail to capture the EAW Championship at the Grand Rampage despite my repeated attempts to assist him in his pursuit, I knew then that it wasn't him who was going to be the next EAW Champion. Charlie Scene had been under my tutelage, had listened carefully to all of the wisdom I'd been so desperate to impart to him, and as you raised that title in victory, I had an epiphany. "This isn't what I signed up for," I thought. To take a backseat to another man and watch while they become EAW Champion with the skills that I had given them was no longer in the cards. I have a passion for competition that nobody else will ever understand, and on that night, I confirmed to myself that my months of rigorous rehab and recovery were finally over when the fire in my eyes and the will to fight were simultaneously reawakened. I've listened to "elitists" call me a company man and dismiss my presence in this business as if I weren't a six-time World Champion, but a legend in name alone. I've been ridiculed for many things in the past, I've been criticized, and I've been spat on, but never have I felt more disrespected than the last ten months I was away from the ring. It made me understand that it isn't what you've done that ultimately matters, but the lasting image of yourself you leave. I do not intend to inspire other competitors to be my equal, because they can't be me. They can't have natural talent that nobody else possesses. They need to work to get where they are, and I'd never disrespect someone who works for what they've got. Charlie Scene can't be me. Xavier Williams can't be me. Only I can be me, and what I do best is turn opportunity into conquest. Right now, that opportunity is for the EAW Championship against Xavier Williams on Voltage, and that conquest is undeniable respect.

Dynasty 5/15/15 – Promo #3


Vance: I’ve got to say Christopher; I’m surprised you had the gumption to say what you said. Actually, no I’m not. I always knew your balls would drop eventually. I seem to have that effect on people. It’s like as soon as they begin to realize just a little bit about whom they’re in the ring with, they also realize that they need to actually speak to me like I’m a man and not some kid. I mean, I understand why. It’s not every day you see somebody like me. Most people ten matches in to their career would be setting up rings in high school gyms rather than holding their own toe-to-toe with the Elite. So everybody seems to come at me with an air of superiority about them, like the fact that they’ve been in this business longer than me means they’ve got everything in the bag. What they fail to understand that I’ve grown up surrounded by this business. They fail to realize that I’ve grown up pushing myself to the very limits in competition; I’m no stranger to wrestling – simply a different version. So in that regard, I’m no stranger to having to step my game up and rise to the occasion. That’s what separates me from the others here in EAW; and that’s why when they hear me speak, they realize that I’m not fucking kidding around.

But it makes me feel disappointed when you decide to put some damn bass in your voice, then proceed to tell me a bunch of shit I already know. You seem so confident still that I’m right where you want me, and perhaps I am. But you’re failing to see that I’ve pulled you right where I want you as well. What did you think the plan was in the first place? I’ve clearly understood this whole time why I need to beat you. Because, like you said, getting wins and championships changes people’s minds. Getting this win over you will change everybody’s mind who thinks that you should be in front of me in line for a title shot, just because you think you’re entitled to a “rematch” and that means you get to take precedence over everybody else. In my mind, the way you tarnished the title disqualifies you from a rematch until you can prove yourself as not a bane on our sport. I’m not just going to stand by and be secretive about my intentions. I’m here because I aspire to do big things, just like everybody here. One of those big things I want to do? Beat you on Dynasty and prove you wrong, and in a way that will earn your respect – which you failed to earn anybody’s respect in the way you beat people like you did during your “illustrious” championship reign, by the way. Just like you said I should do, I’ve been gunning to do this whole damn time. 

But what really gets me, is you think I forgot about people underestimating you. I haven’t. It simply doesn’t matter to me, because I’m not one of those people who underestimates you. I’ve given you your due props. But you’re not giving me mine. You say I “had” potential and you say that my ten wins means nothing. And in this match? You’re right. But you’re being entirely short sighted. Because you seem to think that my past showings are absolutely no indication of our current showing. You seem to think that after ten wars where I brought motherfuckers the fight of their life, that all of a sudden I’m going to walk in to the ring with you and suddenly realize that you’re some kind of fucking mythical god or technical specimen. You seem to think that I’m just going to suddenly bow to your whims and you’re going to walk all over me. But I’m not that simple. My past showings will tell you exactly what you’re in the ring with: a fucking savage beast. But not a beast that’s delusional to the dangers that surround him. I know very well just how skilled you are. I know you are very capable of beating me, clean or dirty. I just don’t understand why you keep relying on your stupid fucking tricks. Perhaps you think variety is the spice of life, but I’d rather eat pizza two days in a row than eat pizza followed by liver and onions. And trust me, the fans have about the same reaction to you “keeping things fresh and entertaining” as they would if they ate that nasty liver shit. 

That’s why on Friday you’re going to see an entirely new level of intensity out of me. Because I know I have to step my game up. But you? You’re talking a bigger game, but the substance of said game seems to me more like an insecure kid who’s trying so hard to convince everybody that he really is as great as he says he is, by trying to excuse his indiscretions and passing it off as some flashy new way of doing things, when the true reality is you’re simply scared to man the fuck up and dig down deep to the wells of who you truly are to come up with the will needed to win. Instead, when the going gets a little too tough for you, you fall back on your dirty tricks because it’s simply easier to do that. There’s no denying you have talent, as your win against Jacob Senn proved, but there’s also no denying that your bag of tricks is holding you back from realizing the apex of your talent, as your win against Psycho Brody proved. This whole evolution shit with the losing the weight and “adding skill?” It’s great and all, but it’s a fucking façade. All you cutting weight and adding a few new moves is, is you trying to put a fresh coat of red paint on an apple that’s been rotten to the core for years. At the core of your being, you’re still a rotten fucking embarrassment to a sport that was supposed to be about capturing the spirit of fierce warriors who rely on their own skill rather than tricks.

Also, if you want to know why I didn’t win the Grand Rampage? I said this already, ad nauseum but I’ll remind you. I don’t need to win the Grand Rampage. Winning the Grand Rampage is akin to winning the lottery, because realistically it doesn’t take too much skill to be able to sneak up behind somebody and lift them over the top rope of the ring. I think the finish of that match proves just how indecisive the match can be. I have many years to win that match before my career is over. There are plenty of other ways to earn shots at titles. Take for example… beating a former National Elite Champion in order to make a case for your own shot at said Championship?

Christopher this is your last warning. Get your fucking mind right when you’re in the ring with me. You’re coming at me like you’re a hunter waiting for a wolf to wander by so you can shoot it while it’s not looking. But the sheer fact of the matter is, is that you’re going face to face with a wolf, and that wolf is going to be right in your face. And the kind of hunter you need to be is the kind of hunter who realizes just how fucking savage the beast attacking him is, and digs down deep to overcome him. I have no doubt that you can do it, I mean anybody can win on any given night. But let me ask you. What happened when those people like “Pop” underestimated you? The got put in their place. So then tell me why would you make the same fucking mistake as them? You need to realize that just because you’ve been evolving doesn’t mean you’re above me. You and me are virtually equals in that ring, and the ass kicking I lay on you in Cairo will finally open your eyes to that hard truth. The truth that no matter how big and bad you are, there’s always somebody who’s bigger and badder, so everybody, you, me, even a formerly self-professed “gawd” like Mr. DEDEDE always have room for improvement. You need to realize that you aren’t the only one that is pushing themselves to be the absolute best, and you also need to realize that your coward’s tactics are evidence that for some reason – be it because you’ve fallen back on being lazy after good improvement, or you're just simply delusional – you haven’t been trying as hard as the others in EAW.

Christopher, you and I will be meeting on Friday, don’t worry. I’m going to be backing up my words with everything I have, don’t worry. I won’t be phased by any of your bullshit - because I’ve never let anything get in the way of me and accomplishing my goals and dreams, I always keep moving forward - don’t worry. I will be ready for your pathetic tricks, don’t worry. And I will be whipping your ass raw, win lose or draw, don’t worry. And I hope on Friday you show up and realize that you’re going to have to reach in to reserves you’ve never had to previously if you want to win. I’ve never liked a bad fight, I came here to go through the wars. I know you have it in you to bring me that fight, it just depends on whether or not you actually want to man the fuck up enough to actually do it.

Don’t fucking disappoint me, Chris.

*The scene begins with Tarah Nova standing in front of a fire pit. As the camera zooms in, it shows Tarah holding a photo of each Vixen. After a moment, Tarah starts to throw the photographs into the flames one at a time as she speaks.*

Maddie; I showed her that this company isn't made for little girls. Ariana Lopez; She quickly learned that beauty isn't everything. Cherish;  Sadly, I had to beat the wizarding world out of her head. Cameron Ella Ava;  Well she made me into the Villain I am and has felt the backfire from it. Haruna Sakazaki;  I basically broke her pride and made her rethink her career. And last Alexis Parthenopaeus; I...huh, Well would you look at that...*Tarah hold the photo of Alexis Parthenopaeus in her hand as she stares at it. A wild smirk slowly appears on her face.* Now out of all of the Vixens in EAW today, this one sticks out like a sore thumb to me. The reason why? The reason behind that is because I haven’t Destroyed her yet. Why haven't I done that yet? Well basically EAW really hasn't had the chance to weed out their Vixens Division in a while and I guess they finally did. Happily they found me a new Vixen to play with--and not just any Vixen either. A Vixen that believes she is the chaos that haunts the world outside of this reality..wait what? I mean really? Alexis, do you really believe you're that? Let me get this straight, you're the quote in quote “Corrupted Dragon” and you also think your the chaos of the world. Um, no. Excuse me but I think not, Captain. First of all, You’re not a Dragon. I should know, I play the hell out of Skyrim and none of those Dragons are as ugly as you. And secondly if you were a Dragon, I would've already Fus Ro Dah’d you into next week. Plus you can’t fly so...just no.  Anyway, with this whole “Chaos” thing, let me break down what it really means, alright? Chaos is supposed to mean mayhem, havoc, shambles, hell even hoopla for god sake! But when you say Chaos, All I think of is confusion for you. Like as in wow this girl is really confused on what the fuck she's talking about. You are no Chaos. Chaos is suppose to be unstoppable and you're nothing near unstoppable. I mean, yes, you won your FIRST match. Great Job but after that...nothing. zipp. not a win in sight. You lost everything after that. You couldn't even knock off Maddie! The little girl that believes in Unicorn and thinks hugging people can save their lives. I mean really! So I think its funny that you have the nerve you walk in and self proclaimed yourself as Chaos. The reason why I say self proclaimed is because no one believes in your chaos. Hell, My pinkie has more Chaos then you do. So I think its time for you to get real and get out. Leave the dark and chaos to the real Vixen.


*Tarah points at herself as she stares at the camera with a smile on her face*

So at the end of it all Chaos talk, I believe it's time for you find out what kind of Devilish Vixen I am. So I’m going to tell you who I truly am. Alexis, I am the woman that has overcame everything that was led out in her way. From hopeless Vixens to beating the holy hell out of Lethal and winning the Vixens Championship. Before that, I decided to become the Vixen Killer because I noticed that no one in the damn Company would do anything about this failing division. I worked my ass off to rise this place to newer heights. I made history while the others just stood around with their thumbs up their asses. After returning, I became the new Master of Fear and have been running havoc on Vixens lives just like yours. I am also known as the Savior of the Division. If it wasn't for me, this Division would have stayed dead. I am the reason why this Division lives and WILL continue to live even when I leave this place. Till then, everyone is stuck with me and they better get use to it. *Tarah Shrugs* On Dynasty, I get to show you what a Vixen is suppose to be like. Its the Queen vs the Dragon and believe me when I say that I have slayed uglier things then you before breakfast. So when you walk down the ramp thinking you're so wicked and scary, just remember who is standing in the ring waiting for you. Me. My name is Tarah Nova and trust me, I am ready to slay you, oh wise dragon. Believe that.

*Tarah Nova finally throws the photograph of Alexis Parthenopaeus in the flames before walking away. The cameraman films Tarah leaving before returning to the fire. Zooming into the fire, it catches the last sight of the fire burning Alexis’ photo into nothing but ash. The camera fades out.*