*Charlie Scene is sitting on a stool in a small, dark room recreated as a prison cell. It has hard gray walls, a dirty sink and toilet, no windows, and a tiny light bulb hanging from a string that flickers in and out, barely giving enough light to see the entire room. There is a young, white, could be attractive woman if she didn't  look so dirty, wearing a t shirt and panties, and a beanie on her head. She has a gag in her mouth, her hands tied together. Her makeup is smeared from tears. She is lying on the bed, sobbing. Charlie is watching her, motionless. He begins to speak to the camera without looking at it.*

Charlie: There are many, many bad deeds I've done in my life. There are many things I used to wish I could take back. I used to think the way I was living my life was sick and disgusting. I used to think I was weird, I wasn't like everyone else. I was crazy, I was a psychopath. 

*Charlie turns to the camera, his eyes are black at first glance and quickly turn normal.*

Charlie: Now I know the way I live my life isn't only normal, it's essential. It's absolutely necessary for me to be the man I am today, because of the people in this world. People refuse to allow me to be the man I was, they pushed me far beyond that. 

*The woman screams*

Charlie: SHUT UP!

*She stops screaming and begins sobbing again. Charlie begins speaking to her.*

Charlie: You stupid little girl, don't you know there is a better purpose for you? Don't you know the life you were living is unjust? What kind of shirt are you wearing?

*The camera shows she is wearing a Methuselah T-Shirt and beanie, available at ProWrestlingTs.com. Charlie looks at her in disgust, and spits on her.*

Charlie: You are just like everyone else, you worship these fakes heroes of this business, not knowing they're really just a nasty incarnation of greed. Tell me, what do you know about Methuselah? Perhaps that he would throw away a mans life for gold? Perhaps you know Methuselah is a sinner motivated by only one thing, his greed. Ares Vendetta said it himself, he melted down the legacy of the world championship and turned it into a crown. You melted down the blood, sweat, and tears of some of the greatest champions in EAW's history, Methuselah, for your own satisfaction. That is disgusting, that's not what a good man does. It's twisted to think a man could be sell his soul for gold. Useless, worthless gold. 

*The woman begins to spasm, screaming and shaking violently. Charlie stands up and looks down on her, an intrigued look on his face. She arches her back up, and falls back down to the bed motionless, breathing heavy and sobbing. Charlie takes his seat back on the stool.*

Charlie: Methuselah, I pray to god that you get in that ring with your mind in a place of savageness because mine never leaves that place! If you saw what I did to 5 people on Voltage, with no problem, what do you think I can do to a man like you? A soft little baby boy like you, Methuselah? I have been in the most brutal of fights and spilled more blood than I care to remember, and some even say I was a cannibal, but that's for you to decide. Oh yes, Methuselah, you have been in wars. You have been in the nastiest of matches but do you know what a fight is? I don't believe you have the slightest idea of  what it means to fight someone, or something. Methuselah, if I were to offer you a chance to take my hand, leave this horrible place and come with me to a spot of wholeness, would you accept? Or would you spit on my invitation to save you? I know what you would do, the same as the rest of them, because you can't comprehend life. You are incapable of seeing the big picture in EVERYTHING you do. Methuselah, I know the real reason why you are the way you are. You grow this beard and call yourself a brutal, savage fighter. You get in the state of mind where nothing else matters but destroying and ending things. Methuselah, you are looking for your soul, aren't you? You're looking for your soul under all these un-turned rocks that you think will lead you one step closer to the promise land but Methuselah, there is no promise land. There is no heaven in the clouds, no hell below, there is only life and death. Are you willing to die to understand life, Methuselah? 

*The woman spits the gag out of her mouth and begins screaming for help extremely loud. Charlie Scene jumps up and puts a hand over her mouth and she continues screaming, so Charlie bounces her head off the side of the wall violently and she stops. She has a dazed look in her eyes, as Charlie grabs her behind her eyes and caresses her. He stares into her eyes, almost lovingly, and she stares back into his with fear. He smiles at her, then gets the nastiest scowl on his face. He pulls a noose out of his back pocket and wraps it around her neck as she begs and pleads for him to stop. He hops off the bed and yanks her up by the hair. Charlie pulls the woman to the middle of the room and holds onto her hair with one hand and the noose with the other.*

Charlie: You people don't think I can beat Methuselah? These fans of Methuselah don't think I can win? I'll show you just how brutal I really am, Methuselah. I'll show you what it's like to be the coldest mother fucker on the planet. 

*Charlie kicks the stool close to the girl and tells her to stand on it. She tries to fight, but Charlie forces her up on the stool. She is sobbing, her hands still tied together. Charlie ties the noose to a vent in the ceiling, and lets go of the woman. She is standing on the stool, noose around her neck, crying and begging for her life. Charlie looks her up and down.*

Charlie: *whispers to himself* I can beat Methuselah.

*Charlie kicks the stool out from underneath her, hard. You hear the stool hit the floor, the rope tighten and the woman's neck snap. She hangs there limp as Charlie Scene stands staring at her. The camera moves over and shows Charlie's face, his eyes black as night. Just then a phone rings, and Charlie's eyes flash back to normal white. He takes his phone out of his pocket and the Caller ID says "Y2Impact." He answers the call.*

Charlie: How's it going, Imp? ..... Okay, on my way now. Anyways, what about the....

*Charlie walks out of the room still talking on the cell phone. The camera pans back over to the woman hanging from the ceiling, and zooms in on her T-Shirt that says "Methuselah." The camera fades to black.*

Voltage Promo #1: "No Rest for the Wicked"

*Keller is pacing more around the new ministry's collective locker room*

Keller: Yes... Yes I lost, I underestimated the determination of that "Pizza Boy" guy...

Tyberns: Yes, as I have found out, it is dangerous to discredit an opponent, no matter how unintimidating they look or seem.

Mr.Davis (In a deeper and less accented voice than usual): Enough brooding on your loss Kerry... I understand it isn't the most credifiable loss... However, Tyberns and I were able to pick up a win on the Ego Trip that was Vincent Palmer and V.I.P


Keller: Yes, that is quite the "momentous" occasion *Keller air quotes on the word momentous* it is always quite awesome to see two jobbers in their natural habitats... Especially when put in their place by the anti-vigilante force known as "The New Ministry" although I am still quite the brooding soul over that shameful loss that occurred this Sunday

Tyberns: *Understandingly pats Keller on the back* it's quite alright... In fact, how about we have a... Soiree if you will after our impending victory this Sunday... I mean, how could Diamond Cage POSSIBLY win against so many opponents... But, truthfully, it's academic, the only 3 people that make up an actual TEAM are bound to put the nail in the coffin on someone like Diamond Cage

Mr.Davis: Absolutely... And rest assured we will be able to win... We have the odds and numbers, in our favor *Davis laughs maniacally*

All 3 in unison: I am thou, thou art I, thou hast opened thine eyes... AND THE TIME... IS NOW!!

Ladies and Gentleman I am here to inform you that right now you are in the presence of the most talented eltist in all of EAW. You are in the presence of the former, EAW World Champion, the former, EAW Tag Team Champion, The former EAW Hardcore Champion, the former EAW Interbranded World Champion, the former EAW Interwire Champion, and most importantly the future EAW National Elite Champion. I'm not here to campaign for votes. Let's be honest, I stated multiple times before why I am back in EAW, and the National Extreme Championship is from what I'm worried about. So no, I'm no going to campaign for this midcard title because I'm a superstar, I'll save the campaigning for Maxwell Dachs, Vance Tybull, The Nas, Danny Diamond and everyone else. They need this. They want this. I don't care, I'm a superstar. I said I came back here becuase I make things cool, and I'm here to make EAW cool, so campaigning for a shot at the National Elite title is far down on my priotry list. While everyone else is going to spend the next several weeks campaigning, I'm going to sit back in my trophy room at home holding all my championship sitting on a stack of money. If you really want to know who I think you should vote for Carlos Rosso and GI Styles, because campaigning and contending for the National Extreme Championship is right up their ally. I'm glad to have them back. It's very exciting that we get to have Carlos and GI back for another 3 months of doing nothing and accomplishing nothing, before they go on another hiatus and ultimately come back in a years time for another 3 months of nothing, just to have everyone embrace them with open arms, get on there knees and pucker their lips and kiss their asses. It's great to see them, It's great to see them on the right hand side of the new Dynasty Signature, but while you're looking, look closely because you will notice GI, you will notice Carlos, but you won't notice Montell Smooth. You won't notice the Grand Slam Champion, The man who ruled 2009, The man who made EAW cool in 2011, the former World Champion. You won't see him, but look closely and you will see Carlos and GI. You won't see me, but you will see 2 people you come back every once in a while and accomplish nothing, you have won nothing, you have earned nothing being promoted by EAW. 

That's okay though. I'd rather be known for my accomplishments in EAW, winning every Championship, selling out arenas world wide, then be known for what GI and Carlos are known for. I've won everything, I don't need this National Elite Championship, that's far from why I came back. But Carlos and GI, You need it. You should be campaigning, so that maybe you guys will be known for anything other than being those two guys who can get a job a few months a year, sucking up every last bit of whats left of your LEGION and CWF Legacies. If I recall correctly, when I was the man here in EAW, Legion and CWF couldn't keep up with EAW and Ultimately EAW kicked CWF's and LEGION's ass and they died. Today's no different because if it us three in that scramble match, just like EAW did to your legacies, just like I lead EAW in 2009 and 2010 to the ass kicking CWF got, just like back then you guys can't keep up with Montell Smooth, and just like a few years ago, if all things are equal on the poll, I will be kicking your ass again and I will be walking out of Reckless Wiring with the National Elite Championship, forcing GI and Carlos to take another hiatus and ultimately leading them in obscurity once again, forcing them to stroke their ego again, with their LEGION and CWF legacies because when it comes to the big time in EAW they remain irrelevant.

So in a few months time, once GI is gone again, once Carlos Ross is gone again, I am going to step foot in that ring the Dynasty after Pain for Pride, and I'm going to place that signature right on the titantron screen for the world to see. I want everyone to get a good look at GI and Carlos on that signature, as I stand in the center of the ring as World Heavyweight Champion. And then I will request everyone coming out to ring side and apologize. Apologize for promoting them over me, Apologize for the constant years of Slandering my name, Apologize for disrespecting my legacy and apologize for keeping me out of my rightful place in the EAW Hall of Fame. Now it doesn't matter if at Reckless Wiring, it's GI or Carlos, or maybe even Vance Tybull, Aren, Maxwel, Brian, The Nas, Donny, It does not matter, because just like TLA anc Christopher Corrupt you will all suffer the same fate. Defeat, because if I am voted into the Championship at Reckless Wiring, I'm going to do what I do best, walk into the ring and kick everybodies ass. It won't be once, it won't be twice, it won't even be three times, it will be four times that everyone at home gets to witness.....


The POOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNCEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!


Period.

*Charlie Scene is standing in a small, dimly lit room with brown walls and a small stool next to him.*

Charlie: Let me take you all to a place I had hoped I would never have to return to. A state of mind that I am ashamed to admit befell me, the most desperate point of my life. I never wanted to relive this but you people have forced me to.

The date is July of 2013. The location is North Central Correctional Institution, more specifically the Morrow C/D Unit, Cell C-76. My first day in prison. I sit on my rack with a blank, almost demonic stare in my eyes as people around me stare and laugh. While Bloods and Crips think I'll be an easy target, Cholos think I'll be one of their bitches and the AB's want to recruit me as a fuck boy, I can only think of one thing. 

While I sit on my rack, thinking about the life that I threw away, thinking about all the mistakes I made in my life and all the things I SHOULD have done, I realize quickly, I am not too blame for any of this. There is only one man to blame for my prosecution, there is only one man to blame for my destruction. While prison therapists and counselors and doctors want to tell me I was self-destructive, I knew all long that wasn't the case. See, my entire life was built around discipline, rules, and my strength to be a good person, even in the face of adversity, but what do you do when life turns around and bites you in the ass? What do you do when everything you believed in and stood for gets revealed to be a lie? What do you when the one thing you thought you would always be able to count on, turns it's back on you? What do you do when there is no option? 

Simply, adapt.

I adapted to my environment, I adapted to my situation and as Impact said on Voltage, I not only survived, I THRIVED. I became a fighter, I became a dominant warrior and no one dared cross my path. My reputation inside those walls was that of a god! The gangs were scared to approach me, even the hardest murderers, the baby killers, the rapists and the arsonists looked at me with fear.

Or so I thought. 

It wasn't fear they regarded me with, it was judgment. They did not fear me, they judged me. To them, I was a psychopath. I was a crazy animal, because I took my own route. I refused to become anyone's fuck boy, I refused to bow to the leaders of that society and for that, the members of the society looked at me as crazy. 

I might be crazy, I very well could be, but I wasn't, once upon a time. There was a time when I wore a smile on my face, I couldn't be happier to be alive! Now I wish for death. There was a time when my life was devoted to the people who cheered for me, the people who rooted for me. I thought they really cared! I was under the impression that the more people that liked me, the better off I was, but I learned first hand for a fact that's not true. While I sat in that prison cell all alone, no one to talk to, no one to comfort me, I slowly began to lose sanity. I slowly evolved into this half-human mixed breed of a creature that thrived on fighting and blood, and that's what I am today. I got to a point I could no longer sleep in my bed because I didn't feel human. I was not worthy of a bed, for I was nothing more than a filthy animal. And all this time, I knew in the back of my mind, there was one person responsible for this. There was one man to blame for the creature I've become and there is one man to blame for the creature I am now! 

He is the hero to many, the face of all that is good, the liege of light. 

Or so he would have you believe. 

To the people, he can do no wrong. He is the most impressive member of this roster, he is the most loved superstar since who knows when! He is the epitome of success and the face of opulence. But my, oh my, how stupid these people can be. My, oh my, how these people have let him pull the veil over their eyes. He has hidden his true colors, his true nature from all of you, but he can't hide them from me. No one knows him like I do, and that is what makes this situation so disgusting. Eighteen months I spent in that cell, thinking of but one thing, revenge. Eighteen months with no letters, no phone calls, from the only person I called my friend. He spit on our friendship, he spit on me. He spit on what could have been greatness when he refused to help me. He had two choices, help a friend and share success, or forget a friend and steal the spotlight all for himself. The choice he made would be simple to some. An immoral, unethical person would choose to burn the bridge down, and move on to become one of the few people to hold the world championship twice, but a friend, a real friend, would choose to grab my hand while I was down and pull me up. He would have chosen to hold on to the one real friend he had, and instead he let Satan into his mind. One of the most disgusting acts I have ever witnessed in my life, and yet the people still cheer for him. He still claims to be the face of justice, and a voice for good. You are not justice, you are selfish, you are arrogant, you are self-centered and to me, you are no champion.

A champion is a man who can face adversity and come out on top. Y2Impact used the word authentic, and you are everything but. I am authentic. I refuse to be anything but myself in this world of pretenders. While I sat on the floor of my cell, you won world championships. While I was stuck behind fences and barbed wire, you were free to do as you pleased. You are the most vile, disgusting specimen of a human being I have ever met. I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forget how you treated me. I spent eighteen months thinking about nothing else but you. And now, thanks to these people bringing your name up everywhere I go, asking me questions, I am forced to go back into that place where I was, I am forced to revisit the place in my mind where death and darkness wait with joy. 

*Charlie's voice trails off and his eyes grow wide and turn black. The camera zooms into one of his eyes, as if entering his mind. The camera cuts to a dark, gray prison cell with a bed, a torn mat on it, a brown sink and toilet and no windows. There is a figure on the floor in the foetal position but we can't see the face, but he is pulling his hair out with both hands. We hear him sobbing, then laughing, then sobbing, back and fourth over and over again.*

Figure: *sobs* TYLER!!!!! *laughs* TYLER!!! *sobs* TYLER!!! *laughs* TYLER!!! *sobs* TYLER!! *laughs* TYLER!!!

*The camera quickly zooms out, coming back out from Charlie's eye ball revealing Charlie standing in the room motionless. His eyes are still black and he looks pale. The camera fades out as Y2Impact runs into the room yelling Charlie's name and shaking him.*

“Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit.”
― Abbie Hoffman

~ You can see Alistair Murray hooded up around an alleyway in a dark and cold night somewhere around the world, presumably his birth place ~

They call me a vigilante, but I am more than just that. I'm the face of a revolution, the voice of a generation. I am Alistair Murray! And I have been watching over EAW for quite some time. I've seen kings usurp thrones, champions acquire titles they don't deserve. I have witnessed the establishment of a new jurisdiction. A jurisdiction which sole purpose is to benefit and profit it's leader and those he deems fit or realistically, does who kiss his ass.  We all know who I am talking about.. It's people like them that disgust me in wrestling. Trying to dictate what people are going to watch, trying to decide who the champions are, when it's painfully obvious to the fans who the champs should be. Professional wrestling's fate should be dictated by the downtrodden - not the elite, they should be the ones who decide who the kings are, who the champions are because they are the reason this business is what it is today in the first place. They are the reason EAW is as successful as it has become. And if they wanted to, this could all be over tomorrow. Their support is he blood that runs through the veins of the body of EAW. Tyranny runs rampant within this company. The people are afraid and I can understand why, but it's not you who should be afraid it's THEM who should be afraid of YOU.  They are powerful, but they are outnumbered. The odds are on our side and together we will take over this company! That's why you should STAND UP now more than ever. STAND UP and SPEAK UP because I will make sure they hear your voice. You've been ignored for far too long, you have been disregarded for far too long. The elite need to open their eyes, we are not playing around. We're going to start a revolution and I am going to REVITALIZE EAW.

Do you honestly think you have what it takes to stop the revolution, Diemos? Maybe you have what it takes to stop me, but Diemos, killing the revolutionary will not kill the REVOLUTION! But you are absolutely right about one thing. Things could have been different. Things could have been different if you never became the person you have become. Week in and week out you have mercilessly terrorized the Showdown brand. You have destroyed lives, shortened careers. You have not only inflicted pain upon your enemies, you have inflicted pain upon their innocent FAMILIES too. What were you thinking? You thought you were going to get away with it? On my watch? You're delusional if the answer to that question is yes or maybe you're just as crazy as you pretend to be. Let me make one thing perfectly clear for you, I didn't try to make a name for myself at your expense, YOU tried to make a name for yourself at THEIR expense. I made a name for myself at nobody's expense. I became the man I am today on my own. I didn't need anybody to get to the best wrestling company on the face of the earth. And I wasn't born to greatness either  like some other elitists. I didn't have a father or a mother that taught me how to wrestle or how to express myself in front of these cameras and on this microphone, I learned everything about this business ON MY OWN. So when you ask me if I know what I have gotten myself into, of course I know. I know who you are, but you don't know who I am. I AM A DIFFERENT BREED. You're just another jackass with a crazy gimmick, I am not a character, I am as real as it fucking gets, I am a revolutionist and I am PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. You're looking for sports entertainers? Go revive AWF. I'm the real deal. And come Showdown, when we go face to face, toe to toe I will prove it to you and I will prove it to anybody who stills questions or doubts it.

Some of you are still doubtful about this whole movement I started several weeks ago and I can understand that. The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that. Right now we're not that many, but we're gaining momentum as time goes by. Every single time I come out here, even if I waste my breath on clowns who don't deserve it, it is worth it. it's worth it because every single time I come out here and preach my message the revolution gets stronger. I'll be at the top in no time. We will be at the top in no time. The downtrodden will rule EAW. It's just a matter of time. It doesn't matter where you're from, who you are. It doesn't matter what you believe in. At the end of the day we're all fighting for the same cause, for the same thing: CHANGE. And of course what we love  most.. professional wrestling.

~ Alistair Murray smiles to the camera, turns around and walks off as the feed finalizes ~

((FLASHBACK)) 

(Cameras open back inside the dark room where the Heart Break Boy, blind in both eyes is still sitting there on his stool speaking in front of the mixed crowd of thousands. One of the crowd members' continuously questions the Heart Break Boy's work ethnic throughout his career; debating if he should have got that second chance in EAW, the "GOAT Circle" bragging rights or any exposure at all.) 

HBB: Midsummer Massacre, I believe was in 2008? I was defeated in 10 seconds by WWEFan right after my fallout with EAW. Truth be told, it wasn't EAW's fault, it was my very own.  

Crowd member: And why is that? You weren't capable enough to handle the spotlight at that moment?  

HBB: Obviously, yeah. I was too much in the heat of the moment. I talked a lot of crap about EAW. I talked about Ronn, the Vixen's, the MvM's and such. I was upset that despite all the work that I had done earlier on, I was getting no love. I was defeated by King Kjors, Tyler A (multiple times) and then I lose to WWEFan with zero activity going on. But it was my fault, I had to learn to stay patient despite all the struggles. I created some type of illusion to why "EAW Sucks" and for that, my match where I jobbed for ten seconds was confirmed.  

Crowd member: I won't lie to you, Mr. Rush but that was probably one of the most childish things that I have seen from you.  

HBB: So were the fights backstage with Tyler A, Shane and bailing out on ACW.  

Crowd member: About ACW... Wasn't it time for you guys to hit the road anyway?  

HBB: Imagine if we hadn't. Around that time, EAW wasn't doing their very best and I think they were dying down a little bit. ACW was not at the very best either but if not only me but various other ACW Superstars would have stayed, maybe we would have still been alive today. However, I'm happy that EAW was the one that become the pioneer of all wrestling businesses.  

Crowd member: So you would rather pick EAW over the company that you were claimed as an "original?"  

HBB: You surely don't hold back, do you? Yes, I would. It worked out for the best considering the love that EAW gives their extremists now.  

Crowd member: You can't fool anyone, you forgot to mention the reincarnation of ACW that you led, then eventually into ACWF.  

HBB: Yes, I did. I won't lie, I kind of missed the atmosphere around ACW; the old names, faces and how well we were as a group of friends. Then there were some problems back then that forced me to connect with CWF, which went not so good but I wouldn't take it back because it did create some memories that we won't ever forget. Who could forget Power Age? The first ever PPV with a commercial? RRS vs. Regulator's three hour episode? The 30 minute breaks between matches? Superior Quality's outbursts? or how about KD's very unique finisher name? Haha. 

Crowd member: Now explain to us your second run in EAW? Was it by God's hand or Mak's?  

HBB: I wasn't much of a believer back then. But God said in his word that he will be with us from the beginning  until the very end. It means that he chose us from inside our mother's womb. If God weren't with us even when we don't or never believed then we all would be dead right now. Because we have an enemy that comes to steal, kill and destroy, which makes you wonder... Why do people blame God for all their deaths in family, or struggles? Don't blame God, blame the enemy. God does allow these things to happen but I'm not God, I'm just a mere human, so I don't know why but we all should know if we hold onto him, then we will reap in due season. God can use anybody to make sure you prosper. He used a donkey and even provides favor at jobs and such. I believe that he used Mak to help elevate my career onto a whole new level because once I got my second chance, I never looked back. It was hard for me to complain because I didn't even deserve what I was getting either way but I kept going and eventually fell under EAW's "GOAT" thingo.  

Crowd member: HAHA! Yeah... I remember that, hilarious. HAHAHAHAA! 

(The crowd member stands up laughing as security guards approach him to place him back in his seat.) 

Crowd member: I don't know what possessed EAW to throw you into the "GOAT Circle." Mr. DEDEDE, Jaywalker and Impact are the top accomplished EAW Legends of all time. Nobody can surpass what they have done. Even some guys like Robbie V or RRS are more accomplished than you in your EAW career. What makes your spot into the circle much deserved?  

HBB: I don't know, honestly. Maybe because during the Project EGO era, it was only used to brag against Impact. I remember Jay and I joking with it against Impact, which made him go on another rampage run in EAW. You know... people like quality, longevity and accomplishments as well. I haven't accomplished much than those three but every thing that I fought for was pure quality, no lackluster. I'm not saying that those three individuals were lacking but I entertained the thoughts in people's mind to become considered in that circle. I've given it my all every night when I was able, worked overnights to entertain the EAW Universe, even taking away time with family. I don't think I deserve the GOAT title but people may have thrown me in because simply of what a guy I was back then in terms of competition. I did earn a couple of titles as well, then Hall of Fame, and after that, promoer of the year awards, most valuable extremist. I wasn't no push over... I was still the Golden Boy.  

Crowd member: Fair enough. Let's say if you returned, Break Boy... If somehow, your last eye surgery went well enough for you to become cleared to wrestle again. Do you think people will take you serious? I mean, they know you have went blind once, it can surely happen again especially in this sport.  

HBB: I pray to God, he will let me know and if he does put it on my heart to wrestle again, I will do it. It might hurt me long-term or later down in life but I don't care about this life honestly. We're just passing through anyway.  

Crowd member: Passing through? I can tell you're a man of God but you can't honestly say you haven't slipped or fell.  

HBB: Oh now right there... I will never tell anybody that this walk with God is easy. Jesus never said it was easy and that's why he became sin for our sins. Without Jesus, we all would go to hell but he has provided us with chance after chance. Don't get me wrong, God will never invite sinful people to live with him. He wants you to seek him and be holy. He wants you to repent and turn to him. He wants you to live and not perish. I have slipped many times before --- pornography, sex, greed, pride, lies and selfishness. Mainly sex and porn addiction. Sex was originally made to be good by God but the devil took it and turned it unholy. He's like a mocker of God. He takes everything he does and turns it unholy. And if you submit to those things then your God isn't the true and everlasting God. It is Satan. Some people may laugh and joke about it but wasn't that the same thing they did to Jesus when they nailed him onto the cross? I have a story to tell now...  

"In the Beginning"  

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After being confirmed fully blind and transferred to another hospital for a new procedure. I was confident enough to be sure that the doctors knew what they were doing and everything will turn out fine. The one thing that kept the positive thinking was what I was going to do once I'm back out there in the wrestling ring. Maybe a rematch with Jay? or probably end up going for the tag team titles with Cameron. All I know was that I was coming back and planning to come even stronger. So as I hear the doctors vastly moving around me while I'm excited, maybe I will get a new vision or maybe I will get a new sexy eye color for my eyes -- girls love guys with eye color. 

I also questioned the fact that EAW declined to pay the doctor's bills. They have all the money in the world and can't help a brother out? Maybe there's something along the lines in the EAW contract paper that doesn't allow them to help the procedure. I'm sure they would have loved to help me but now I'm coming out of my own pocket. And this isn't some small procedure. I'm not nervous anymore but I'm ready more than ever to start seeing again. So as they gas me to sleep... the only thing I see again is those two pair of socks. Darn it, what does it mean? 
 
Hours later, I wake up from seeing those socks again and to my amazement, I can see again! Yay! But only through my right eye. It was embarrassing but the doctors say that they have figured out the problem and they will get on it to fix my other eye. They were talking to me in Spanish about the whole situation but I didn't care, as long as I can see again. A few moments later, the next thing you know, one of the doctors tell me that I will have to wait until tomorrow for a few more tests and I need to rest my eyes. I'm like "Okay, fine. How bad can this be? At least I can see clearly out of my right-eye." Now after that, guess who comes rushing in?  

"How you doing Mikey?" It's Leonardo Otis. My old childhood friend. One of the guys that I don't need at this moment. He is still a weed smoker, and probably the biggest one that I have ever met. I know, I know, yeah, I have actually met more than one weed-heads. I used to be one myself. Anyway, Leonardo comes in and starts joking about my eye. He says "I know you can't see from your left-eye but you can still see this from your right-eye!" He pulls out a joint in front of me and now I'm about to break EAW's health policy. Then he curses and says "You're a long way from being back in EAW. Just detox when all is well and done."  

He closes the door as I'm tempted to do so. I feel useless and a heavy depression has hit me so I take a hit. Leo says "Wow! It took you all these years to finally take a hit again, I'm proud of you." I couldn't stop after that... I took hit after hit, eventually coming to terms with smoking two more joints with him until he left. But before he left, he aired out the room, sprayed some cologne, although the room was so cold that you could hardly smell a thing. Then he left some porn magazines besides me and before he left, he said "Take care of your business, in case you're going to be in this breath sucking place for a long time." He closed the door as I throw the magazines across the room and fell asleep. And in my dream, guess what I see? Not the socks anymore but a guy and girl taking it all the way home in many positions. So I quickly wake up, tempted out of my mind... I get up from my bed and the rest is history. The nurses come in with my hands stuffed under my covers and they yell "MICHAEL!"  

Oh man. My career is done, God, isn't it?  

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"To be Continued"

You know what? It always annoys me whenever someone just gives up what they're doing, just because they feel like they won't succeed at it. That has always annoyed the hell out of me. Maybe that's just something I inherited from my parents. Ever since I was a kid, they never let me just quit something I started.


On the last Showdown, Alex Anderson just gave up on his match. He just walked out, and left El Landerson and myself to fend for ourselves, two against three. Both of us came out there to help him in his match against the Holy Brigade. How does he thank us? The second he thinks we're going to lose, he just quits. I mean.... I don't even know what to say to that, it's just so pathetic! Alex, you never give up on your team. Never! (Shakes head) Pathetic... that's all I have to say on that...




Moving on, my opponent next week is Carlos Cruz. Carlos and I met before a few weeks ago, in a tag team match. Carlos, you seem like an okay guy. I admire your faith and your determination to prove yourself to EAW management. However, I too want to prove myself to them. You don't have to think that I doubt you or that I'm a critic of yours. I'm not, I'm just another wrestler trying to find my place in this sport.


This Saturday, I'm not going to just lay down and let you take the win from me. This match will be like all my others. I do my absolute best, and do everything in my power to come out the winner. Like I said, I have something to prove as well. Something to prove to EAW management, that I am going to be someone for them to look out for. Something to prove to the fans, that I'm not just some new kid who's too green for the big times. Hell, maybe something to prove to Alex Anderson, to show that he shouldn't have given up on our match so easily. And you know what? Maybe something to prove to myself.


I want to prove to myself that I am going to go down in wrestling history as one of the best of all time. I know this match may not seem all that important on the surface, but Carlos, you and I both know just how important it is. This winner of this match may just have a chance to get themselves noticed. I know that you're undefeated, and my record isn't all that impressive, but don't go around thinking that I'm going to be some easy opponent, because I'm not. I will not back down, and I will not give up, unlike Alex Anderson.


So Carlos Cruz, I respect you, and I acknowledge you're talent and determination to win this match, but you better do the same for me. Because if you don't, you just may find yourself back in the same position next week.

Dynasty Promo #1 3/13/15
“Excitement Builds”

Vance: It seems as if everybody in EAW is in a festive mood as of late. And who can blame them? Reckless Wiring is just around the corner. All the boys are ripe with anticipation as to what their fate will be, the fans are clamoring to have their voices heard in the polls. It’s almost like Christmas in that, you never really know what you’re gonna get, until you get it.

But yet here I am, and I feel no nerves. I feel no anticipation. I simply feel… focused. I feel confident. I’ve been in EAW for over a month now and the agenda has been the same since day one. Get noticed. Make an impact. And finally, after putting away two men at once – the rush of hoisting both of those guys on my shoulders and sending them crashing to the mat as one amorphous heap was perhaps the most satisfying experience of my life, I have to add - but I feel like I have achieved my first goal. And the proof?

I’ve been included on the list of potential contenders to the National Elite Championship at Reckless Wiring. Normally the field of ten would make me nervous. Especially with names like Aren Mstislav, GI Styles, Carlos Rosso and Montell Smooth, just to name a few. But yet I still feel confident. Why? We’ll get to that in a second.

But first! Before Reckless Wiring, before any sort of Championship opportunity, and certainly before I need to worry about any of those things, I need to worry about March the thirteenth and I need to worry about Dynasty. Because Dynasty perhaps holds my biggest test to date. A tag team match. My opponents are somebody I’m familiar with and the National Elite Champion himself. But by my side? Mr. Cash in the Vault, Xavier Williams. 

Xavier, it would be very easy for me to gloat and say that we’re equals or that I’m the leader of the team and you have to answer to me. But it’s obviously not true. You’ve been here doing this far longer than I have, and I have to give respect where it’s due. I don’t know much about your current malice with Lucian Black and I don’t care to weigh in on the subject as it simply doesn’t concern me anyway. The facts are the facts, you’re my partner this Friday and you’re the vet by far. So don’t expect any sort of conflict out of me because I only have one concern and that is to win, regardless of who my partner is. But I will admit to being quite excited about the idea. Not because I fancy us as any sort of a permanent partnership, but rather because I’m eager to prove to you that I can hang just as good as the established stars, and to prove that you won’t have to carry our team to victory on your shoulders alone.

As for our opponents, well, one of them already knows exactly what I’m capable of. Maxwell, I will give you your props. You have been the only man so far that hasn’t stood across the ring from me like a deer in the headlights. You’re the only man so far who’s proven true to their word in giving me a real fight. I admire your spirit. And at Dynasty, I look forward to seeing what you can bring in this environment. Just know that I don’t intend on trading losses with you. I intend on making my record as velvet as possible.

And then there’s the champ. Christopher, you’ve built your career upon a foundation that relies on the “fast one.” And it makes me sad. Because it’s apparent to anybody with eyes that you have the skill set it takes to succeed without it. And it makes me sad because I know come Dynasty, I won’t get the fight out of you that I want. I get the mantra. The old adage goes “Win if you can, lose if you must, but ALWAYS cheat,” right? But why can’t you let your knuckles do the work for you, why wrap them in a brass holder? Why can’t you simply swing fists instead of chairs? I find it much, much more satisfying when you’ve decimated your opponent with just your bare hands, and it baffles me why you wouldn’t agree. Christopher, if you are capable of fighting a fight without being cheap, then I urge you to prove it to me. I urge to read the message your fists send to me! How can I do that when they’re hitting my balls and not my face? Christopher, please fight me! Don’t brawl with me, don’t cause chaos and bedlam. Simply fight me! I know you are capable of beating me, just like I know I am capable of beating you. So why can we not simply let our fists decide the winner? Do you realize how many people would pay to see that?

But I suppose I’m simply beating a dead horse asking a leopard to change his spots, aren’t I? Simply asking you probably won’t do the trick, now will it Christopher? I know come Dynasty, you’ll be looking for what little opportunity you can to try and screw the finish up to protect yourself from having to eat a loss. But what if… what if that doesn’t happen? What if I simply pin you in the middle of the ring, clear as day. What if that happened, Christopher?

I’ll tell you what if. I’d become a nightmare to you, Christopher. A pinfall like that would almost assuredly secure one of the three remaining spots in the scramble, would it not? From that point forward you’d would never get rid of me. Sure, you would evade me for a while, maybe even beat me a couple of times. But the next week I would still be there. Still hot on your tail. Still throwing lariats at your face.

So you’re damn right I’m feeling confident. I have a lot to gain this week. And considering I’m still basically at the bottom of the card, I don’t have very much to lose either, now do I? I’ve got a fantastic partner by my side as I ride in to Montreal, and I have a new goal. Prove to all of EAW that I belong in that scramble match come Reckless Wiring.

And god I can’t fucking wait.

On a teleivised weekly show :

The EAW announcing team is setting up for an interview and they are a bit nervous

  One says : Well tv fans we have the debut of one of the toughtest men in wrestling ......lets see if we can survive the interview!




" The camera shows back stage where the newest member of the EAW is waiting impatiently his announcement to the ring for an interview hes somewhat tall and somewhat flabby and is in his usual mood meaning pissed off at man and god themselves when he hears his name called >




interviewer : Here he is the newest member of the EAW:  baaaddd news beeenson!

"He stomps down the asile slowly and muttering looking around like he wants to puke on the crowd in disgust Then he sees a fan trying ot touch him and gets closer to the fan and swipes a soda out of the fans hand and guzzles half of it and sets it down on the floor and stomps it flat with soda going everywhere the boos get louder He then flips off the crowd and finally males his way to the ring and climbs in standing there with his arms folded....


Interviewer: Your new to the EAW after tearing up the indy scene what do you think?

"Benson gets a thought and grabs the mic snarling ": Shut up you load of dolla store box of crackers ! Heres what I have to say to this inbred trailer trash dump of a fed ...... I dont give a damn what you inbred freaks or your truck stop whores of a mother claim to have thinks ...... I'm here to get paid and kick the hell out of some mentally defective asylum rejects ... and thats all !

So I'm warning you so called fans who only know talent by how many mounts your buck a f*** sisters can bring home in a night better stay the hell back!

For the first time the tv talent makes a comment : Wow mean bastard dosent even begin to describe this guy ....

As for the so called skid row talent that the owner in this here fed claims to have ... be prepared for the baddest news of your life.....I'm here to piss in your cornflakes and crap on your bed .... and if your smart you'll just smile and say yes very good Mr benson......

Now go piss up a rope ya beer belly bitches!

"The crowd stunned into silence at the hatred and fury of the mans words just watches as he throws down the mic and slides out of the ring and out a side entrance "

Tv announcer: Wow Hes gonna make things intresting if hes here that long thats for sure ..... and now a break for the fans ......

A few days ago when I attended a local Voltage autograph signing here in Kobe, Japan, an EAW fan came over and asked me “Mr. Pierce, what would you say is the most challenging and important aspect of being a new comer in the wrestling business?” I looked right into his eyes and the word “hype” immediately sprang out of my mouth. My answer left him speechless and drew a large puzzled look on his face. I’ve played the question in my mind a multiple times and I understood the reason behind his reaction. How can a professional wrestler possibly prioritize hype over everything else? Aren’t talent and experience they key driving forces behind people’s success in this sport? Sure, but if there’s one thing I have learned during my time in EAW is when you sign a wrestling contract for the first time, it doesn’t matter who you are and where you come from, you are a nonentity. You are just a number on the list of thousand of others who have walked through EAW Headquarters’ doors and tried to make names for themselves. You might get booked for a match, but besides having to be physically prepared for it, you are responsible for building hype around it. You have to convince both the fans and the management that you are a great wrestler, without having any official wrestling matches to your name, and you are worth watching because if they don’t then that just means that the match never happened and all your efforts inside the ring were worthless. Sure Elite Answers Wrestling centers itself mainly around the squared circle but what a lot of people forget is its not just a wrestling organization, it’s a business. If people don’t pay to see you to square off against others then it doesn’t matter how much experienced or talented you are because the chances are that your foot is never stepping into wrestling limelight ever again. Last week, before I participated in my first official match in EAW, I spoke about my amazing abilities in the ring and how five moves is enough for me to win a match. Consequently, this caught a lot of people’s attention and they were excited to tune in to EAW network to see me showcase my wrestling talent. The second the bell rang; I proved to everyone that everything I say on this microphone is 100% truth. If I say I am the hardest worker in this business then its not an act of arrogance, its who I am. The best part of all of this is that it doesn’t matter what I do from this point forward, my pre-show match on Voltage will go down as one of the most dominant and historic debuts in EAW history. If somebody else would take my place, they would immediately go to the bar to relax and buy a couple of expensive drinks.  But I say eh-huh-huh, it doesn’t matter if I beat every wrestler on EAW roster in three seconds, I have to practice inside the ring every day and look for ways to improve myself; I have to make sure that I walk into every match as a better man and a better wrestler than I did last time. I made that promise since the day I debuted and I’ll keep holding on to it until I am either dead or my career here is over.
 

Anyway, moving on to the next week, I am facing Terry McGuire on Voltage. I’ll be honest with you on this man; I never expected to face you in the near future after we have just clashed. But yet here you are, preparing yourself to stand toe-to-toe with me for second consecutive week. I have nothing to say to you because I already stated everything I think about you last week. But what I’ll say is even though you lost our preshow match, you showed great talent hidden deep inside of you and you deserve to wrestle on main Voltage show in you second week, there is no doubt it.  However, I did prove myself to be the better man and the better wrestling performer last week when I took you and VIP down in one blow. I hope you walk into our match better than you did last time just like me so we can steal the show and resolve our indifferences. Good luck!

::The scene opens up to Jordan Ciserano on top of the Kobe Port Tower in Kobe, Japan. The crimson tower is lit up brightly with orange and yellow lights which matches Jordan's clothes and attitude (bright but powerful). Jordan is also wearing his RayBan sunglasses, a suit jacket, and a black briefcase trying to look as nice as possible for such a great sight. He is showing a radiant smile as he looks across the beauty of the Kobe Port waters. He takes a deep calm breath and begins to speak.::

Hello everyone! How are all of you doing on a fine night like tonight? I hope you feel as strong as I do because mentally and physically I feel as strong as Liu Kang combined with Ripley (Alien)! I know this sounds weird, how that I could be feeling strong as I am… but there really is a certain powerful feeling that survival gives you. And I’m not talking the “Thankful to be alive for another day,” I am talking pure adrenaline talking to me saying, “You deserve to survive another day.” And I am taking that thought all the way to the end.

::Jordan throws his arms forward happy as ever that he will be able to be in another Elimination Chase match. Energized as ever he takes a short lap around the top of the tower. Nearly falling he stops (the top is plain metal after all) and Jordan holds onto the railing a bit tighter than before. The camera zooms in on him as he throws up a big fake Hollywood smile trying to save himself from embarrassment. Good enough for him he looks up towards the camera (floating over the water) and continues talking.::
 
Now if you didn’t see last weeks “Voltage” I can sense your feeling of pure confusion mixed with subtle intrigue on what I could possible be talking about. “Did he finally get his award for whatever he was in.” Nope. “Won a Kombat tournament” Close, but Nope. “Hell if it’s not them then what could it be?” Let’s just say that I am a survivor of a deadly match that is conducted in a one fall fashion where if you are pinned you are killed off (figurative). This of course is the elimination chase match that took place last week and keeps on going… and if you missed last week’s inaugural bout for a chance at the Pure Championship, you missed one helluva brawl.

::All of a sudden the lighting of the tower changes to red and grey, the color of regret, the same regret that the fans should feel for missing his match. Seeing this Jordan reaches into a suit case and gets a grey suit jacket always wanting to match the scene. Putting it on Jordan feels accomplished and puts his elbow on the guard rail with his fist to his face still giving that same smile. Sure that he looks good he straightens up and begins to speak to the camera about the match.::
 
It started out, as you know it would, with Caliban and I kicking ass and taking names right out of the gate right like you knew we would! From there we stayed strong right in the middle of the match wrestling to our highest ability… hell I almost got a pin fall in there! Sure I then got pounded on a bit, but me being be I stayed alive kicking out at the last possible moment! With that survival, I stayed motivated and I was able to stay in this match hearing the one…two…three of Vincent Palmer’s dreams being crushed.

::Jordan clenches his fist together and rubs his fingers together like he crushed a dream and the dream is going into the water to drowned a cold death. He then cleans off his hands rubbing them together. The tower then changes back to an orange and red (colors of excitement) as Jordan again changes his suit jacket to match the bright tower. Shaking his head softly he takes a deep reliving breath and pulls back his jet black hair. Seeming calm he continues speaking.::
 
With the sad crushing of one dream, only raised four more to a height never seen before. Bringing with it a higher motivation and even higher momentum towards those wrestlers side. Of course, with the survival I am one of these wrestlers now with a higher sense of myself than ever before… that’s right I have even more confidence! I know you’re thinking, “Shit, I didn’t think that was possible.” And I would think the same thing (hell last week I got a nation to hate me for it), except that right now I am feeling harder, better, faster, and stronger than ever before!

::He yells those last words which seem to echo all around the bay area. This causes some birds to fly away as Jordan shakes his head at the movie cliche in real life and turns back to the camera. After a couple seconds of silence he looks back at the tower waiting it to change... but nothing comes of it so Jordan shrugs and continues speaking with the excitement still existing.::
 
With that I hope that you can see why, I mean I survived four opponents… so I can certainly survive three. This match should be striking the fear of death (figurative) into my soul, a dark notion that one mistake could ruin my entire career bringing my body and mine down to hell. But right now I feel confident enough that no matter what happens, I’ll be able to survive it. In fact with that notion I am also confident that I can be the one who sends that unlucky one into career oblivion. I know that I can strike them down with the power of a plague, so this week I am going to be a survivor… and a dominator.

::The tower turns a deep deep black due to the death and devastation that Jordan is going to bring against all of his opponents in the Elimination Chase match. Jordan sees it and doesn't change, too focused on destruction for Voltage. He turns away from the camera and gives his best creepy Billy Mays face saying "But wait there's more" laughing loudly in an evil way. He pulls his hands in front of him saying "scene" and continues with a devious voice.::
 
Here’s a funny though, that is if you have the sense of humor of Alfred Hitchcock…  I’m not the only one who has that thought. If you have forgot I have a special partner in crime, and he always brings Death (figurative). A certain of death, (you know it’s figurative by now) that can strike anybody into a purgatory-like state just waiting and waiting for their chance to gain the spotlight. Only to be put down into a backstage part. That man of course is Caliban who if you saw the match last week, you know we turn the match from a four way free-for-all into a two on one on one match because we know Vic is far to selfish to team up with Alessandro… and Alessandro simply doesn’t care for Vic.  So realistically this is a handicap match, and Caliban and I are surly going to take full advantage of that.

::Jordan shakes his head "yes" and gives a little wink and a smirk to the camera already knowing his plan for Alessandro and Vic. He laughs to himself as the tower turns a beautiful shade of royal purple showing elegance. Prepared Jordan changes this time matching the bright tower perfectly as he speaks more in a proper, stiff, and factual way.::
 
But a giant advantage doesn’t guarantee a win, hell everybody seemed to have an advantage on Mike Tyson, but he reached out and won nearly every match. So what really puts me on top for survival? Perhaps it is my speed of being able to dodge anything that anyone throws at me, perhaps it is my agility to be able to move anywhere around the ring at anytime. I mean I have seen some other guys with there own stunt doubles and they have less ability than I do right now. But what really puts me on top?

::Jordan opens his eyes wide and shrugs to the camera in bewilderment and confusion acting like he doesn't know a single thing. Because of this he looks up towards the light blue sky for an answer that he doesn't seem to receive. Still questioning Jordan walks around the tower holding onto the guard rail (don't need him crashing into a radio station). Still unknowing he just starts listing off anything he can think of.::
 
Well I can tell you right now my good looks won’t get me into the A-list main-event. If it did I would always win because Vic and Alessandro are ugly enough to be a modern art masterpiece. Instead I think it all goes back to motivation. YES! MOTIVATION! You see I have been in EAW for a couple months now and I have done nothing but work my ass off! I know that you have seen the results because I have too and let me tell you I want nothing more than gold around my waist showing that I have made it to the top, that my hard work in this federation and that my hard work in every other federation pays off. And then when it comes to “survival of the fittest” you don’t need to ask a Darwinist, scientist, cinemastist! You can just come to me!

::Jordan thrust a giant thumbs up toward himself with high confidence that he is the master survival expert. Jordan begins shaking of excitement as you can see the adrenaline start to go through his body building up for the Elimination Chase match.::
 
In this match you are going to see me in my prime hitting my stride while hitting down Vic, Alessandro, and maybe even Caliban as I show that I can not only survive, but to show that I can thrive in a pressured high stakes environment! From what I can tell It’s true Survival Of The Fittest! AND IT’S TIME FOR THE STAR TO SHINE! And it's time to be unstoppable while doing it. Best of luck mates.

::Jordan folds up his sunglasses and instead of throwing them like usual, he reaches up and places them on top of the tower. He makes sure they are secure, grabs his suit case and salutes to the camera as he opens a bright red door and starts to walk down the stairs. With this the camera slowly turns to black.::

Yeah I get it.

I haven 't exactly set the EAW world on fire like I promised.

But that is no excuse...absolutely no excuse to leave me on the pre-show as if I don't even matter.  Relegate me to a match that doesn't make difference either way that the earlybird fans get to witness while they take their seats.

I've proven that I'm at least above THAT.  Hell, my 'partner' the last few weeks is a title opportunity in a fatal fourway while I'm sitting over here curtain jerking as if I wasn't the one who carried his ass through that match?  And now they got me teaming with yet another brother of color who has nothing to do with me other than the fact that we're both black.  And you want to tell me that this is fair?  That the EAW management isn't trying to hold me back?

It took all my strength and desire to even bother coming here today, to even open my mouth to say a damn thing because I care as little as they do right now.  As my good buddy Marshawn Lynch would say, I'm only here so I don't get fined.

So put me on your card and watch me show up but I tell you this much, EAW...you need to do better with me next time.  I am ready to explode here and if you don't see the potential that I possess then I have absolutely no qualms with packing up and heading to someone who will better appreciate the talent that I bring to the table.

The green DOS writing we are used to preceding a Caliban promo runs across the screen

When a battle is won the victor is in more danger than the other participants of the war, the winner will have momentum but the people chasing him will have a combined goal. Many out weighs the one when there is only one with a target on his back

Old Man Adeus

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We find Punkin back in a long dimly lit tunnel and we can just see his silhouette thrashing and dancing around like a drunk epileptic who just got very personal with a strobe light and then he stops screaming and starts singing again like an old drunk would still swinging his body round 

Punkin: 5 GREEN BOTTLES HANGING ON THE WALL! 5 GREEN BOTTLES HANGING ON THE WALL! AND IF ONE DICK CALLED PALMER SHOULD ACCIDENTALLY FALL THERE'LL BE 4 GREEN BOTTLES HANGING ON THE WALL!!!!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

His laughter goes on and on until he can't breath and is dry heaving air into his lungs, he resettles himself 

Punkin: Gentlemen, now that we are all properly acquainted and the first piece of trash has been tossed aside maybe we can start taking this thing a little bit more seriously. Of course we now know who our stand alone favourite is in our current elimination holder Mr Victor Vendetta, but what Mr Vendetta has hopefull recognised by now is the huge target PAINTED ON HIS BACK! Vic you now have to deal with 3 other guys who know that you are considered the threat in this fight and on Sunday night I intend to twist and turn and manipulate my fellow competitors to one goal, the total and utter annihilation of Vic Vendetta

He runs his hands along the walls of the tunnel brushing them with his finger tips and then clapping both hands together loudly 

Punkin: There are people in this world who would say that I suffer from tunnel vision, that I only see one course of action and can't react to other things coming behind me but you see thats what I have caliban for, he is the eyes in the back of my head as I am committing the execution of our enemies. So I send this as a warning to Ciserano and Di Borgia, if we do end up deciding to annihilate Mr Vendetta I hope neither of you would be stupid enough to try and take advantage of a man who's back is turned because it will end with you're eyes caving through your skull to the back of your head. If we do stand together against Vendetta though, I still intend to take everyone of you apart whether it be this week, next week or beyond, I am the new infection of the Pure title, I am what the world has never seen before

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We open on the EAW camera crew in a heavily forested area of the Chuo-Kun Ward of Kobe, Japan, they are trudging through the undergrowth towards the sound of a rushing waterfall, as the sound gets louder and the undergrowth gets lighter one of the camera men can be heard 

Camera Guy: This better be the right place its not like we got here with any directions just come to the waterfall at 5 pm, what the hell is that.... WOW

As they finally break through the thicket they emerge on a scene of indescribable beauty, a massive 10 story waterfall crashing into a blue pool below, Sinnesy Rose is sitting on a rock that seems to sit alone just off the left side of the pool and from above 

Caliban: Gentlemen you found the place! Welcome to Nunobiki Falls! 

And with that he jumps performing a perfect double rotation shooting star and flows all the way round to his feet to spike perfectly into the water, he stays below for a few seconds possibly due to the depth he would of sank to but moments later he bursts out of the pool gasping for air and pulling himself up on a rock in front of them. He is wearing a pair of Parkway Drive Board shorts and pulls on a Snap Back cap backwards showing off the Sonic tag line "Think Fast"

Caliban: It's hard to believe that this is nestled away in Downtown Chuo isn't it? I've been here twice before and we always come here for a swim before a show, it settles my mind you see. Because right now things are exciting in the world of the Artful Dodger of Pro Wrestling, I have the opportunity to take another much needed step up that ladder and all I have to do is survive till the end and not get pinned, Vic and Alessandro aren't the kinda guys I expect to understand that, Vic blew his load on the first fucking match and now he is in trouble because we know who needs to go. 

He lights a smoke 

Caliban: But then we have scenario 2 where the 2 big dogs decide to fall into a trap, a trap I am so confident that even these 2 idiots could see coming where this becomes a tag team match because that is the only way these 2 guys make it to the finals, they need to take out one of the DBV's or the next match is a 2 on 1 handicap match. Me and Ciserano know that, of course we do and thats why on sunday night you will deal with us as a unit and I dunno if you were watching but that makes us damn near unstoppable 

He takes a long drag and stubs the smoke out on the rock setting it aside for later and stands up walking backwards to the edge of the boulder he is on 

Caliban: But no matter how things play out on Sunday night every outcome is the same, Ladies and Gentlemen my names is J.P Caliban and I am the best thing going today, I am untouchable, undoubtable, unbreakable, hit me with everything you have it doesn't matter because when all is said and done I will stand and you will fall, I am the Artful Dodger of Pro Wrestling, I am the new age libertine and I don't care who you are or what you can do you can't do this better than me. I am the most shit your pants edge of you seat son of a bitch this company has ever seen and this sunday just like next Sunday and the 6 shows before that I will amaze, mystify and entertain but most of all I will win, Ciserano, Borgia, Vic bring all you have but don't expect it too be enough

And with that he backflips off the rock back into the pool ending the promo

Voltage Promo #5 "All I feel is hate" *Keller is pacing in the collective locker room of The New Ministry, he seems to be brooding over something*

Keller: What did you say again Tyberns?

Tyberns: I said that I have a tag match tomorrow with Davis as my partner

Keller: Right... Right *Keller looks like he's thinking hard about something* who are you facing?

Tyberns: Vincent Palmer and V.I.P

Keller: Sounds like an easy win to me...

Mr.Davis: That's exactly what I was thinking

Tyberns: So what match do you have for tomorrow Keller?

Keller: I'm facing... The Pizza Boy *cringes*

Tyberns: *Laughs maniacally* that's quite the funny opponent you have there Keller, are you sure that you need help from us for it?

Keller: I don't need your help Tyberns... I want you to come out and decimate this joke of a human being after the match. Along with our friend here *points to Mr.Davis* of course

Mr.Davis: What exactly would you like us to do?

Keller: Anything you'd want my comrades, this man holds no importance to me! So just decimate him how you please!

Tyberns: *pats Keller on the back* I'm glad you see it how I or Davis would see it my friend

Keller: we are a team for a reason my comrade

Mr.Davis: indeed, now if you'll excuse me... *Davis exits the room*

Tyberns: yes, you'll have to excuse me as well *Tyberns exits*

Kerry: *looks at the camera* Tomorrow... I can't wait, tomorrow will be the first showing of our strength as a unit... Tomorrow will be the first showing of power by our Anti-Vigilante force... The New Ministry will crush anything in our path... And soon... Soon Voltage will be Destroyed.. We will destroy... Decimate... Vaporize... We will stop at nothing to destroy your beloved Voltage.. And then your beloved EAW next!!!! *everything goes dark, but the viewer hears "I am Thou, Thou are I, thou hast opened thine eyes... AND THE TIME... IS NOW!!"*