I'm the Greatest of all Time. I'm the Best in the World. I'm the man. I'm the face of the company. I'm the Champion of Champions. I'm the most ELITE in EAW. I'm God. How hard is that to say? They're just words, relatively easy ones right? Nothing with too many syllables even, all they are are just......... grunts that any hairless primate called a human being can just breathe out and say. And the next step is breathing out these grunts as many times as you can until you convince the world to actually believe you. There's the fantastic theory on the Law of Attraction and the general idea of it is how even YOU can speak things into existence just by repeating you can do something, believing you can do something and doing it. But this begs the question... how do you make an apple pie from scratch? 

"Sugar, Flower, Apples"

Okay, how do you create sugar, flower and apples?

"Seeds, plants, water"

How do you create seeds, plants and water?

"..."

AHA! You see, to create an apple pie from scratch you must first create the Universe. 

And in the Qua'ran or the Bahble the Lord our God was able to speak the entire Universe into existence. But this wasn't the same as calling yourself the GOAT, the Best in the World, GOD or the most Elite. Nope, this was a different beast. A God speaks things into existence not because he merely spoke it into existence, but because he's God. It's who he is, it's what he does. You see there are some things you are and some things you aren't, Stanley, and that's something you're going to discover when you meet me on Dynasty. I found out the rough way that I'm not a God, because I found out I wasn't infallible. I AM however a lot of things including still the EAW Tag Team Champion after a brutal victory over Death By Velocity, and yes you've managed to retain your title against King Lannister. Congratulations, you're not the only one who's beaten Lannister in a title match; I took these tag team titles from him and Brody a few months back. But I digress... you are indeed a lot of things as well and as of now you are "THE MAN". You happy, Starr? You get to headline Pain for Pride. You're walking in as Champ in arguably the biggest show EAW will ever have. You're in the high chair so to speak; feels good, doesn't it? However you've got a bit of a bump on your road... well, more like a pot-hole, or a ditch, or a canyon, depending on what you make out of our match tomorrow. You, ''the man'', the Answers World Champion have to walk into Dynasty in front of the whole world and face Mr. DEDEDE and everything he is. For everything you are Starr, there's everything I am. And I might not be God, but I'll show you exactly how much merit there is to me being called "The Gawd", "The GOAT", anything you hear em' call me.. hell, anything I call myself. Eye in the Sky, you name it.

You see I may have lost a few FPV matches back to back and I may not be on the headline of Pain for Pride this year, but I'm not far removed from a SEVEN MONTH World Heavyweight Championship reign where I defeated every opposition gunning for my title. Crash, Tyler Parker, Xavier Williams, Lucian Black; you name it, I've beaten them. This wasn't in 2009 Starr. This wasn't when you were a young stud fresh out of winning that Olympic Gold medal you have around your bionic neck. This was five months ago. Five months ago I was no different than you. WAIT, SWERVE! I WAS different from you! I was FAR different from you! I didn't just create an apple pie from scratch... I shot universes out of the ass, son! Picture that! Picture DEDEDE shooting universes out of his ass into a toilet bowl, diving into it and being the king of his own world. That's what it felt like, man. And what's five months? Hmm? What's five months to a man like me who was the man five years ago -- five years later, still the man? You see that's the biggest difference between us, Starr. You've been playing catch up with me and the other members of the supposed "GOAT circle" for years but you just never caught up. I hate getting into this kind of talk because after a while it feels like such masturbatory self indulgence to brag about how there's a GOAT circleee and I'm the GOAT and how I've done thiiiis and done thaaat... but Starr, fact is, everyone's got some glorious nickname. The real greatest ever is the one who personifies theirs the most. And there's a reason why every year all I ever hear about are underachievers complaining about Mr. DEDEDE always being in the spotlight. There's a reason why my marketing team are working closely with EAWShop.com and Prowrestlingtees.com every hour, on the hour to finalize the production of "DEDEDE Wins LOL" apparel. It's because it's true, I am a winner. I am the spotlight. I am whatever you say I am. But when it comes to meeting me in the ring, a glaring contradiction arises and you'll see what I'm talking about Starr. Because when you meet me in the ring it doesn't matter what you say I am, it doesn't matter what I say you are, it doesn't matter what they say we are. It doesn't matter what nickname you give yourself, the idea of World Champion and GOAT circle and everything in between matters not. Despite it all, Starr, when I share my ring with you everything beforehand gets thrown out of the window and you find out exactly what I am to you whether you like it or not.

and That's God. 

DYNASTY PR0M0 #1
 

Dr. Erik Vance:  Humanity is defined by our relationships with one another.  Much like any other species of animal, it is by observing our interactions with each other that we come to identify the nature of our behavior, not only as a species, but also as individuals.  There are several types of relationships out there.  Relationships with our family, our friends, our loved ones…our enemies.  Even our relationship with things and objects, they are all different with their own idiosyncratic complexities.  It’s part of what makes us all so interesting.  But not all of these relationships are healthy ones!  Some of them are abusive and self-destructive.  A parent who beats their child, a lover to torments their spouse, or a person lost in the throws of addiction.  All of these are perfect examples of when a relationship has transformed from something healthy, into something dark and horrible.  But I put this question to you…who is the true victim in these scenarios?  Should we pity the person being abused for their misfortune, or the person doing the abusing as a example of making wrong choices in life?  The answer to both of these is no!  These people, regardless of their circumstances, are only victims of their own weak mindedness!  Those being abused are too weak to seek their own freedom, and those doing the abusing are too weak to escape their own addictions and problems.  As a doctor I see several poor individuals a day who fit one of these descriptions, and sadly this is what I see when I examine Mr. Brody’s next opponent in Hurricane Hawk!  Here is a man who, like any addict, leaves EAW only to return months later.  Only his addiction isn’t drugs or alcohol.  His addiction…is himself!  Mr. Hawk is the kind of man who can’t stand to be out of the spotlight for very long, and desperately needs to be the center of attention.  It’s part of the reason why, oh so cleverly, he just happens to “return” to EAW every year around Pain For Pride time when the spotlights are brightest.  Lastly, like all addicts, I’m certain Mr. Hawk isn’t even aware he has a problem, or at the very least isn’t willing to admit to it.  But that’s where he’s lucky, because that’s where myself and Mr. Brody come in!  We’re here to help Mr. Hawk by making him confront his problem and drag him kicking and screaming into sobriety.  I place special emphasis on “kicking and screaming” since that’s exactly what he’ll be doing when he steps into the ring with Mr. Brody!  You may have been a threat once Mr. Hawk, you may have been a great Extremist back in the day, but things are different now.  We’re not Extremists anymore, but we’re Elitists because this new generation has far surpassed anything you or your predecessors have accomplished.  And it’s Mr. Brody who is leading that generation!  You’ve been able to get away with this pathetic attempts at a comeback before because you were dealing with secondhand wrestlers who were pathetic even when compared to you.  But now you’re facing a man who people rightly call a monster.  And after he defeats you so utterly, crushes you so completely, and destroys what spirit you have left, maybe then you’ll realize that your time came and went long, long ago.  Simply put, you have no place here anymore!  EAW doesn’t want you anymore.  But your sick addiction keeps you coming back like a jilted lover to a bad relationship they can’t admit is done.  But sometimes abuse is needed to bring a person back to their senses before they’ll see the truth.  So just understand that what me and Mr. Brody do to you on Dynasty is not out of malice, but rather concern for your mental health.  You don’t see it now, but you’ll be better off for it once Mr. Brody beats you into retirement, and you’ll thank us for it.  Because honestly, why would you even wanna stay in EAW with a man like Mr. Brody on the roster?  Even if this weren’t about your addiction, how could you possibly hope to achieve even a modicum of what you once had with Brody chomping at the bit?  You couldn’t!  Because Brody would take it all away from you just as quickly as you obtained it!  Brody will take everything from you this Dynasty!  Your past, your present, and your future!   

*Kerry sits across from the straight jacket bound Franchise Demon. He looks him in the eye and begins to speak*

Keller: Franchise...

Franchise: no, no it's fine... I d-deserved it *Franchise shakes like a leaf*

Keller: *sighs* look, you have to manage me this Sunday and-

Franchise: *interrupting* and I'm going to manage you this Sunday... To the best of my ability... I promise

Keller: alright... But for now... I gotta go *Keller walks out of the dimly lit room.*


Voltage Promo #1 "Swimming with Sharks"

Keller: Alright, so this Sunday, I have a SQ85 on my hands. And while I don't know much about him, he claims not to know much about me! Which is a change from the norm. Now... See, this match is about regaining my pride. It's not about SQ's undefeated streak, it's not about my less than stellar performance at Grand Rampage. No... This is about sending the message to Ciserano and Caliban... That you may send us down, but we'll be back up again. And what a way to get back on my feet then to defeat the undefeated... To defeat another former EAW Champion...

Look "Superior Quality" I'm glad that you have some self respect in not completely trashing me like everyone else does. But nothing you said... Made any sense. You see... You claim to be able to... "Kick my balls into my manager's mouth" what the fuck are you even talking about? Oh yeah, then there's also the fact that I've BEATEN A HALL OF FAMER BEFORE... You wanna bad mouth and claim that I haven't been In this situation before? Well, let me tell you something SQ, I've been in more daunting situations than this... I've done more... I've gone farther... And it's taken you this long to realize that... I'm not your average freak show... I'm the freak show who's gonna slam your head into the ground this Sunday.

I will beat Superior Quality 85


Close your eyes it's almost over

Your winning streak is almost no more

It'll all be gone in a flash of violence

Then all you'll hear.. Is Silence

 
When I first entered this company there were a handful on men that I really watched closely because they were the epitome of what I wanted to become.  They were people that were almost larger than life figures; accomplishing things that some people only dream of even having the slightest of chances of accomplishing. They stood on a pedestal above the rest of the people that stepped foot in this company; I looked at them as if they were men that were almost untouchable. As I said; they were what I wanted to become. They were in the position that I wanted to stand. I wanted people that were in my position to look at Xavier Williams as a man that was undoubtedly better than every other person that this company placed in his way. I wanted to stand at the top of this company and have the world to watch and say that Xavier Williams was unquestionably one of the greatest, if not the greatest to ever step foot inside the entirety of this business. That was always something that I used to continue to drive me forward. Throughout my time as New Breed Champion, I watched Demon hold the Answers World Championship as if it meant more to him than life itself; doing whatever he needed to, to make sure that it wouldn’t leave his side. I kept that same mentality as the New Breed Champion. I held that championship with everything that I had; I made sure that I wasn’t going to let go of that championship until I couldn’t fight any longer and when that time came, I was never defeated. Instead, I forced to watch a man like Ryan Savage leave with that championship through a technicality. When I grasped onto the Cash in the Vault at Pain for Pride, I knew the troubles that I would be forced to conquer before I would stand in the position that I do now, as the EAW Champion. I knew that anyone and everyone would attempt to knock me down, when I was at my highest. Zack Crash forced me to step foot inside an environment that Diamond Cage felt more than at home in; forcing me to put the thing that I had worked my entire career for on the line. When the smoke had cleared and dust had settled, Diamond Cage laid there a shell of the man that he once was; he become nothing more than another name among the long list of people that had fallen at my feet. Now …here I stand. I’m in the position that I had always dreamed of being in; standing on top of the world as the EAW Champion; standing on top of the world as the face of this company. I’m not saying all of this to stroke my own ego; I’m saying this because I understand who I’m going to be standing toe to toe against on Voltage and I understand what he is. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time now and quite frankly, I couldn’t be gladder that I’m finally getting it.
 
You were one of the people that I watched so closely, Impact. I may not have had the opportunity to be in this company at the time, but I watched intently as you grasped onto your second Answers World Championship inside that Elimination Chamber, at the end of 2012. I watched intently as you entered the EAW Finale and overcame the Heart Break Boy, Mr. DEDEDE and Jaywalker, in what was called the “GOAT Circle” match … seemingly answering a question that seemed to constantly be mentioned: who was the greatest of all time? I watched as you overcame everyone who stood in your way to grasp onto that record breaking sixth World Championship reign. As much as I want to try; I can’t take anything away from you. You are, without a doubt, the biggest challenge that may stand in my way throughout the entirety of my reign; whether it ends this week on Voltage or whether it never does. But, as much as I’d like to say that your past accomplishments are why I’ve always wanted to stand toe to toe against the self-professed Quintessential Champion, it’s not. I said this to the Heart Break Boy a few weeks ago, Impact; you’re the standard in EAW to what it means to be the best. No matter how hard someone tries; how much effort people put in, if they’re not at the standard that someone like you was in, in the past, they’re not good enough to be the best. They don’t have the right to call themselves the Best in the World. I thought that this championship would give me the right; I thought that it would finally give me the credibility that I believe that I earned a long time ago. I thought that it would give me the fame; the glory …but it just never seemed to come to fruition. I walked onto Showdown and pinned the same man that you lost to at Pain for Pride, the World Heavyweight Champion, Tyler Parker, without any controversy and yet a guy like Kawajai will sit there behind that desk and look at Xavier Williams as if I’m a man that doesn’t deserve to stand in the position that I do now. I’m not going to get that until I walk out there on Voltage and prove why I am better than every single person that this company throws in my way, like I have for the past year. You see, you look at this match as another crowning achievement for yourself. Seven reigns! That’s what this is all about, right Impact; grasping onto the one World Champion that has always seemed to be just out of your reach. You see, one man stands in between you and that amazing feat, Impact …and it’s just a shame that it’s the best damn thing in this business today.

Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me. It's true. Somebody basically said what Smash Mouth did in the first line two lines of their hit All Star. Hard to believe right? Goofy ol' Clark being told he would amount to nothing! Yet here I am, in EAW, going from strength to strength. First round of the Spartan Cup out of the way. Troy Archello wasn't good enough. He actually reminded me a bit of Stark to be honest. He liked to talk a big game and didn't have much to show for it. Granted, Stark showed me up twice at two separate free-per-views, but we can't forget that both those times he had other people do work for him. The fact is, one on one, I'm as good as they come. It's the purest form of wrestling. Two men, one ring, one winner. That's not to say I'm incompetent in multi-man matches, but I'm a target because others see Clark Duncan is more than just a joker. I'm a wildcard. I can trump others with ease. That's what makes me dangerous. Of course, everybody conveniently forgets that when I start with the quips. Ha, I love it.

Zach Genesis strikes me as the kind of guy who will in fact be less stupid than those who have gone before him, but it seems nobody in this damn company is immune to the plague that is stupidity. I'll admit I have my moments, that comes with the job though, sometimes I have to be dumb. However, a wise guy's always right, even when he's wrong, he's right. That's basically how I roll. Flawless I am not, but my finest qualities allow to have a great facade. People buy in to Clark Duncan being the class clown and a mediocre wrestler. It's beautiful.

I feel like I should be intimidated. Zach is a man of honor. He's a champion. Do I care for that? Maybe. You see, I want a title. I thought I was above it but I quickly realized the mistake I was making. Being naive gets you nowhere. Thinking you're the shit and being a condescending asshole about it gets you nowhere. Having an ego the size of the Burj Khalifa gets you nowhere. Humility is the key. I see humility in Zach Genesis. I believe he's a guy who won't have a cry when I beat him this week, he'll gather himself and continue doing what he does. Anyone who tries taking me on one of one loses, I already made light of that, but I feel I need to remind Zach of it. He'll get complacent and forget that. Most do. Showdown bills us as spartans, warriors fighting for a prize so grand that men would kill for the chance. They expect us to go hell for leather and stop at nothing to take home the coveted prize. I fully intend to do that. My future is my hands. My fate at Pain for Pride hinges on whether I get through this Spartan Cup. So, when I get out there on Saturday for the bout with Zach Genesis, my mind will firmly be on the goal. Continue the domination, continue on in the Cup.

My ambitions shall never be cast aside. I have goals left unfulfilled. Many elitists in EAW are prone to make empty promises, they vow to do things they know they simply will never achieve. I half expect Zach Genesis to come out and speak about how the Spartan Cup is rightfully is and how I don't stand a chance of stopping him on his road to the prize. Well, I'll let him do so. I'll prove him wrong at a later date. That's the beauty of the game. You can talk all you want, if you don't deliver on your words, you get embarrassed. Clark Duncan is a man that 9 times out of 10 will keep his words and this week shall be no exception. Even if I don't beat Zach Genesis, I won't be stopped. It won't halt my momentum, he's just making it worse for the next guy that thinks they can beat Clark Duncan. To put it simply, I won't stop until I get a crown or I'm set in stone and if you think I'm having a laugh, just like Zach will this week, you'll find out that this time, I'm not joking.

Oh, to be young again. To enter into the arena and walk down the aisle right before a World Championship match and feel the energy in the air while my theme music plays as I am mere minutes away from capturing a title that would only further cement the legacy that will undoubtedly exceed my time on this planet. There is nothing greater than that feeling you get, knowing you're on the verge of seizing the moment and the dreams you envisioned for so long would finally come to light. Xavier Williams knows what I'm talking about; he experienced the euphoric feeling that accompanies a World Championship win for the very first time when he cashed in his CITV briefcase at Reckless Wiring to defeat Diamond Cage and HBB. Your rise to prominence has been quick, and as I say this, I'm flipping the script back to another young, brash superstar who was unanimously thought to have a bright career ahead of him by all of his peers. That guy rose to stardom faster than any other extremist in the history of this business. You had envious veterans in the back constantly praying on his downfall, plotting his fall from grace as if the prospect of his downward spiral was more important to them than their own careers. He had beaten legends and went back on his word to join forces with men he'd aligned himself against, all with the mind that it served as a means to an end. After all, you'd rather ally yourself with the men you've once claimed to be corrupt than wither away in mediocrity and see in the mirror a star that shines no longer. It takes courage to betray your convictions in the name of the greater good, and exactly as you did with Zack Crash in your journey to become the EAW Champion, that man did, too. He saw an opportunity and he took out a guy who may have deserved a championship spot more, but that's because he was smart. He wouldn't have done it without knowing he had the talent to win it all, and much like you, he executed his plan to perfection and became a World Champion for the very first time. That man was me, Xavier. You took the road less traveled by and gained all of the spoils because of your intelligence and courage... And so have I. We've never met or crossed paths before, and yet I know you in a way you may not even know yourself. That's why I'm going to beat you next week on Voltage and add that elusive EAW Championship to my collection of World Titles. Your name won't be written down in history as a record-breaking World Champion or as a man who brought reality to fiction, but as an unfortunate flash in the pan who simply met too soon with a tower too enormous to take down. This is because everything you're doing right now and everything that you've done up until this point in your career, I have already done before... Better.

It wasn't always easy to take the road I've gone. I had to face challenges that I myself didn't know I could get back up from. I had to go through people who I was uncertain I could beat, sometimes leaving the fate of my matches only to the adrenaline coursing through my veins in crunch time telling me to keep getting up no matter how many times I had been knocked down. At one point, I was known as a guy who couldn't recover from major losses. I was known as a dog Mr. DEDEDE put down before he could even enjoy the bone he'd taken for himself to its fullest extent. I once thought that I could manipulate the odds in my favor every single match I was in, that no encounter or opponent would be too much for me to work my way out of. It wasn't until Mr. DEDEDE defeated me and thrashed my hopes of regaining the World Heavyweight Championship that I realized I was beatable. Getting a title of that caliber so quickly and having it taken away from you just as easily isn't an ordeal for the weak-hearted. RRS was put through that same ordeal and ended up never having a successful World Championship defense, so when you look at history and you look at my role in it, you can see what it took for me to get where I am today. You can see what it took for me to become a six-time World Champion. You can see that it was never as easy as many of the men I've faced frequently liked to suggest. Coming back and getting a shot at the EAW Championship on Voltage in a matter of weeks has to be a tough pill to swallow for the rest of the roster, but will they rest any easier knowing I was talented enough for the job when the newly rejuvenated Y2Impact stands atop your lifeless body and raises the championship you probably wouldn't think you'd ever lose until the shock of a loss goes away and the reality of your loss sets in? Most likely not. That's because they envy me. It wasn't just the fans that took pride in seeing me lose so often in my last run as a result of my injuries. It was every single wrestler in the locker room, too. It was every single guy who felt they had been passed up in favor of me taking a sick, twisted joy in my inability to compete at my best because of factors I couldn't control. This is what I went through countless hours, days, and months of rehab for. This is why I continue to put myself through hell, so that I can once again reign in heaven. I said it before and I'll say it now just as I did then; I delight in the suffering of others. I delight in knowing people wish they could do what I can do and can't no matter how many hopeless attempts they make. So it isn't just the joy in becoming a seven-time World Champion and beating the apple in EAW's eye that motivating me to win on Voltage... It's every single person who took delight in MY suffering, who feigned pity when the real emotion in their heads upon seeing my hapless state was JOY. I'm back, and I'm not just here for the sake of vanity, Xavier. I'm not just here to become a seven-time World Champion and win the EAW Championship for the very first time. I'm not just here to beat you, even... Because I don't swim in the shallow side of the pool. I swim in the deep waters, and I'm here to beat everyone.

Dynasty promo 2 

Hold on. Wait a second. After all your research and bringing up my past history, you failed to mention or see I have always been underestimated? You go on about how I underestimated you by calling you a rookie. But what about my whole career? I've always been doubted, overlooked and never given the credit I deserved. Just a loser in a lot of people's eyes. However, getting wins and championships can change some minds and defeating you this Friday and ending your little streak will change more. See, you might be just a rookie, but I'll admit, you have potential. Sorry had potential. After a loss to me I'll make sure you're forever reminded and always haunted by it. It's also ever so interesting how you wanted a respectable encounter when you insulted me right off the bat. No respect, a few words scattered my way, but nothing showing the right attitude. So what do you expect me to do back? It's funny how you think by winning only nine matches and capturing victories off big names within those matches  makes you a better man. Talk to me when you've won a championship or better yet, if you're so great, why the fuck didn't you win at Grand Rampage? Riddle me that assclown. If you're supposed to be so good, why couldn't you win on a huge stage? And you want to be a champion.....pathetic. 

If you want to prove me wrong, defeat me in the ring. Show me that you're everything you say that you are. Make me a believer, but one that will respect you at the end. Respect is earned and something you gotta prove. I don't care about the others who lost to you, I care about this match and this match only. I am interested to see if you can defeat a man who whether you like to admit it or not, has evolved. Evolved mentally, physically and more in tune with reality. Added more skill, cut down weight, realized a pure sense of wrestling and that winning is everything. No one wants to be a loser but at Dynasty, there can only be one winner. One person to overcome the odds and take things to the next level. I've had this burden on my shoulders before and can make the journey again. What can you do?? This is new territory for you. Can you or will you fall? 

My onslaught of attack is a different animal compared to yours Vance. Yours is a simple concept whereas mine is one changing on a whim. You say you'll be ready for the Monkey Wrench, but no one ever is. I am aware you are going to bring a fight to my doorstep, but I've heard the same song and dance before by others. However, I can see that hunger in your eyes, the intensity of you wanting to prove what you can do, but know that I saw the same in Senn's before he was pinned. I am different than before Tybull. I am the man you don't want to lock up with or have to fight against. I'll push you to the brink and if I lose....I'll make you pay. You'll regret getting your victory.

However, I take pride that my words are getting under your skin and causing discomfort. You just explained about how I said you're whining and complaining about the title shot and you went on and on. Admit it... I am in your head and the mind games are working. You can't have the title Vance because you haven't beaten the man who will make you a true believer in things you didn't think possible. Plus, management doesn't care what you want, they want to see you earn it in a long term fashion. This ain't a flash in the pan fluke artist, he's a legit kind of situation. You're eventually going to lose, a streak will soon peter out, which is fine but it's how you carry yourself for the remainder of your career. Win streaks don't mean shit when you lose a title shot match afterwards. You want to face me because I am the man to beat. I had what you seek and I'll be going for gold again. 

You want a war? You want to start a riot? Be careful what you wish for. I am the one that can make that happen and ruin your career. I'll make you famous - like I did to Pop. He was a legend, something you're aiming for, but after we're done, there will be nothing left of you. Just a shell of a man. A broken man. 

I live for chaos Vance. Show me your best shot and hope you can get by, but I'll make you remember it. I am the Evolution...I am above you. You are nothing, you always will be. I don't care if you win twenty more matches, win where it counts Vance. Win when it matters. I want to piss you off and drive you to anger and to make promises you can't keep. There will be no ass kicking from you but a pathetic attempt to keep the wins coming. Hell, YOU might resort to dirty deeds in order to secure a victory against me. You'll need something that defies physical power. I don't think you have it in ya Tybull...and you have to remember..no matter what idle empty threats you throw, they mean nothing.

All they mean is you need it to make yourself more a threat than you actually are. I got no time for bullshit...just reality. This Friday, we face one-on-one and you best damn know we're colliding and fighting until the bitter end. The difference is, you're a wolf and I am a hunter. What generally happens? I'll let you figure it out.

[Once again the feed crackled in from static to inside the dungeon-esque "room", where we see Salot sitting indian style; eyes closed, cigar lit...]

Salot: I sit in the dark.. as it brings me peace.  Ever since last saturday evening, I feel the flames of hell inside... I told you all what would become of Lancaster, and he will remember the smell of my rancid breath.. and the power of evil... FOREVER!

[His eyes locked in a dead stare at the camera, Salot is hungry.  The proverbial pit bull fed raw meat.  The EAW has never saw an individual as demented and disturbing as the new comer.  Flicking his tongue like a lizard through his mask, while mumbling chants derivited from The Creole, in traditional Filipino' garb..]

Salot:  I once knew a man... kin to my High Priest... He was quick witted and handsome, young.  He had the world at his finger tips and the confidence of a brazen bull... Over time, slowly, I watched his arrogance and lack of restraint dig him a shallow grave... I see him in your eyes J.D. Damon.  You claim you will wreck my career?  I have no career.  I do not live in the world that you live, set and predetermined on luxury and love.... So please, I ask forgiveness from your family in advance;  The damage I am about to cause to their futures is OUR destiny, as I am only a vehicle of destruction...

[Inhaling and exhaling thick clouds of Havana's hand rolled by product, Salot stands to his feet.  He slowly walks to a table, stashed in the rear corner of his moldy abode.  Salot sips on Kalamansi Juice, a popular beverage of his homeland prepared with lime juice and honey..]

Salot: The Kalamansi... sweet in taste... like a woman's skin.  A beautiful sacrifice to satisfy the appetite of the most high... Maria... are you like the Kalamansi? Bittersweet will be your departure... When I introduce you to satanas... it will be as my bride, and offering to evil! 

[Cackling and spewing out a wretched and insidious becon of laughter, Salot without concern perished his cigar onto the table top.  The camera zooms into the burning pile of ash, fading into darkness as Salot can be heard once again mumbling, and displaying the behavior of the paranoid... ]

Did you have any doubts that you wouldn’t be facing me, DEDEDE? Were you one of those critics that labeled me a ‘paper champion?’ I showed the world last week I deserve to hold this belt. I showed everyone that I am the most elite that EAW has to offer. I’m the best on Showdown, this belt proves that, and I’m going to prove it again at Pain for Pride when I prove I’m not just the best on Showdown but the best of ELITE. I proved I’m better than all of RAGNAROK, when I defeated all 3 of the original members for the Answers Word Championship. I’m going to prove I’m the best world champion at Triple Threat, but that will come in due time. What I’m going to prove this week, is that I’m better than the greatest. Let that sink in. I’m going to prove I’m more elite than the greatest of all time.
 
How long has it been since we last faced? Was the last time truly in 2009? Going into that match I was just a young up and comer. I had flashes of stardom but I carried a lot of baggage. I had my critics. I had my faults. You? You were “The Gawd!” Even back then you were main eventing show after show. Winning titles after titles. That night I beat you clean in the middle of the ring. I proved I could hang with the best of them. That night, I shut up my critics. Now I don’t bring up this night because I think it means anything. Sure, I see the same result happening on Dynasty, but not because I beat you six years ago. Not because I think anything from that match is going to carry over into this match, but because I’m carrying the same weight on my shoulders that I was carrying in 2009. People still doubt me. There are critics that still don’t think I deserve to be in the ring with you. I silenced those critics in 2009, but only for one night. I continued to be plagued by adjectives such as: undeserving, inconsistent, average. AVERAGE! I’m the most elite in the world. That’s not a nickname, it’s a damn fact and I prove that every night I go out to the ring. I proved it on Showdown when I beat the toughest man in EAW clean in the middle of the ring. I proved it night after night as EAW has traveled the world. There are people that still think I don’t deserve this title. There are people that still think I am the inconsistent wrestler that I was in 2009. They think I’m the same man that was handed his world titles. That cheated to get them. I’ve always done what I had to do, but I’ve deserved everything that I have achieved. Four world titles, countless other achievements, Hall of Fame, and yet there are people that think I don’t deserve to be in the same class as you. YOU: “The Gawd,” a part of the “Greatest of all time” circle. I’ve always resented you four. I wrestled beside all four of you in 2008. I’ve beaten all four of you over the years. I’ve got just as many accolades and victories as any of you. Yet DEDEDE is the one closing show after show. Imp and Jay are the ones praised for their records. HBB is the pure wrestler that can do no wrong and is liked by everyone. Me? I’m pushed off to the side. Not this time. This is my fucking year. These guys think they can come back during Pain for Pride season and steal my spotlight? MY SPOTLIGHT. No, no no no not this year. I worked for a year straight to get my title back. I outwrestled my opponents week after week. I outtalked them day after day. I’m not main eventing Pain for Pride because Brian and Dub won the right. I’m main eventing because I’m the one with the belt. This isn’t the accumulation of a four year journey for Devan Dubian. This isn’t the underdog story of Brian Daniel’s comeback. This is my story. This is my year. This is my title. This is my fucking company now. It’s my face on the posters. It’s my name at the top of the card. On Dynasty, DEDEDE LOSES, and I’m only going to need two falls. LOL.

"Peel away the earth and raise the dead, back from the grave to strike again, we have come as children of the night, sworn to drain everything of life."


As the scene flits by with startling speed, Eclipse stretches out his hand in front of the camera. The area is once more in the red light room, the single light fixture swinging back and forth rapidly as Eclipse laughs loudly, the room echoing with it. It's increased, deafening tone eventually draining into but a small chuckle before it all ceases to be and he is finally calmed enough to look to the camera fully to speak. His tattooed face holds a chilling grin as he looks longingly into the camera.

"One down. Now it's your turn. Matt, you focus on the destination not the journey. You look to what lies ahead, and that's what makes you different from me. You have your goal and your focus, nothing to make you turn away, or to look at what is truly there. The journey is the fun part. Take for example...last showdown. You and I embarked on our journey through to the spartan cup, defeating our previous opponents. How did it feel? How did the battle feel Matt? Glorious? Like it was everything you ever wanted? That's the journey. That's what I feel at every fight. I'm not focused on the trophy, and the prize, no no no. I just want...a good...strong...opponent."

He can't keep speaking, only laughing uncontrollably as he reels back, pounding the wall with his fists. He jumps on top of the table, howling out with more laughter before slamming his fists onto it and glaring at the camera with a wide grin. 

"You and I, we are very different people. You, are the golden boy of EAW. The Man with the Midas Touch. You thrive on achieving greatness and will do anything to get it. I respect that. Now as for me? I am the man that could be more described as...rusted metal. I used to be beautiful. I used to have my whole life worked out, and everything that I was surrounded with was beautiful. Then the world rained on me, and the pressures of life twisted me, and the hatred for humanity rotted my core. I am everything you aren't, but that is what will make this match perfect. I want to make them see, what a twisted husk of a man can do against the golden boy. You're midas touch, can't change me. No amount of gold can hide my rust. I will break you. I will leave you, to rot and wither, and all the while, I will laugh above your lifeless corpse. Your bones will be the salt upon the earth of my new kingdom. You are the golden boy...I am the nightmare. Showdown belongs to my madness, welcome to the asylum, you will never get out alive."

He screams out in laughter again as he lunges off the table, the camera shattering against the ground as the laughter mixes with the static, the feed cutting all together.

DYNASTY PROMO #2


The camera shows Triple Z standing on a roof top overlooking Cairo in the middle of the night with a starry sky and full moon over head.


"ah Cairo such history in this town from kings to wars and everything it between you know it's such a fitting place for a wrestling event really where as we as wrestlers go through what is linked with the history here." Triple Z paused for a second as if to take in the view before continuing.

"We have our kings and we sure have hell have wars over the crowning jewel of a championship that is equal to a crown and then we have our wars witch go to extremes that are sometimes almost just as brutal as what used to happen on these grounds many years ago." Triple Z paused for a second time but this time he gazed upward at the stars before continuing.

"Friday night right here in this town i go into a war of my own against Diamond and i have a intention

(Scene opens up in the foyer of a pretty swank looking mansion.  Expensive sculptures are here and there and abstract paintings dot the wall.  Two figures are looking at one of them.  One is a larger figure in a Hawaiian shirt and some black shorts.  The other is a shapely female about 5/6 (think 125ish).  Long hair is pulled back into a ponytail.  Camera focuses in on the woman's butt covered in some black yoga pants.  You can hear the cameraman making a throat clearing noise to get their attention but they're oblivious to the sound)

Man: Katelynn, why in the hell did you spend five thousand dollars on this stupid picture?!

Katelynn:I liked it.

Man: I don't even know what this is supposed to be!!! 

(Katelynn turns her head and catches the camera as it is at eye level now)

Katelynn:Honey, they're here.  Remember they said they'd be here around seven.

Man: Go figure.  Anyways we'll have this discussion later...(gestures the cubist painting on the wall)

(Man brushes away some auburn brown hair out of his eyes and gives a smile to the camera)

Man:I guess I'll start with the basics.  I'm Matt Hughes.  Also known as "Tigerclaw."  This is my lovely spouse and ring associate Katelynn.

(Katelynn rolls her eyes and gives a little wave)

TC:What is it now?!

Katelynn: Honey, nobody knows who the hell you are.  It's not 2002 anymore.  Get with the times.

TC:Well, how should I have started this then?

Katelynn: I dunno.  You haven't wrestled in over eight years. 

TC:I know that damn it!!  I was going to take the camera into the office and see all the championships and all of the things I've won.  Ya know...to kinda establish the fact that I'm an awesome wrestler and a main eventer.  Back in the UWO....

(Katelynn holds her hand up)

Katelynn:Stop....stop right there. 

(TC gets a confused look on his face)

Katelynn: There's your problem right there.  The UWO is closed...it's been shut down since 2008.  Nobody here is going to care that you were the best in a company that died out long ago.  Nobody is going to give a s*it what Wikipedia says about you or the UWO or how many titles you won...

TC:But I was in the Hall of Fame....

(Katelynn's eyes close and she gives a snort)

Katelynn:Right....and?

TC: That's gotta count for something doesn't it?

Katelynn: Nope.  Not here.  It doesn't mean anything here.

TC: What do you mean?

Katelynn: When you told me  you wanted to wrestle again and you told me you wanted to be on top again, I was under the impression that you wanted a lot of exposure and visibility.  EAW is that company.  They're the best.  The best wrestlers in the world work there.  You always say that your the best....and I contacted the top wrestling company in the world because THEY ARE THE BEST!!!

(TC stares blankly at her)

TC:Are you telling me we have to start over again? Card opener, wrestling Joe Schmoe in the first match of the evening.....

Katelynn: Yep.

TC:You mean i don't get a private locker room??!?

Katelynn:Nope.

TC:What about paid limo service to and from the airport?

Katelynn:Nope.

TC:Don't tell me......don't tell me....

Katelynn:Yep. Here ya go. 

(Katelynn hands Tigerclaw a set of keys with an Enterprise logo attached to it)

(TC sighs)

Katelynn: Awwwww honey, you'll be fine.  You still got me!!!

(Tigerclaw gives a snort of his own)

Tigerclaw:Yeah, yeah.

(Katelynn turns to the camera again)

Katelynn:While my husband is digesting the stark reality of starting over again...

(Tigerclaw stops her)

TC:I got it...I got it.  What more can I say? I am the best.  I won't bore you all with details of past accomplishments that don't mean s*it anymore.  What I can tell you is that since EAW is the best, it just got a whole lot better by hiring us.  

(Tigerclaw gives a wink as the camera fades out to the sounds of Tigerclaw and Katelynn arguing about the painting she purchased earlier)

Ladies and gentleman you are now in the presence of THE Greatest professional wrestler to ever step foot inside of an EAW ring, THE man who epitomizes perfection, THE Alpha Male, THE Essence of Excellence, Montell Smooth. Don't you feel lucky? If you don't you should because when I am in your presence that is the closest to greatness any of you will ever be. 

TLA likes to crack jokes....

Jimmy likes to crack corn.....

Montell Smooth likes to crack skulls....

That's exactly what I'm going to do, TLA. This Friday night, they won't be calling you La Pantera Sexual. They will be calling you rice crispies, because your whole anatomy is going to go snap, crackle and pop when I get a hold of you. TLA you have a habit of winking, after Friday, you will be winking for the rest of your life. Not at the gay men who through undergarments at you, but an uncontrollable twitch caused by the nerve damage that I am going to inflict on you at Dynasty. 

TLA, you can pay all the women you want to be extras in your corny vignettes to throw panties at you, but in real life, when I walk into the club women really do throw their panties at me, thus causing a tsunami, because their panties are so drenched, because Montell Smooth makes women wetter than a fresh coat of paint. Not even FEMA can fix the destruction caused by my extremely good looks. 

TLA, you were 100% right, I am a very manly man. I cut down trees with an ax in two swings, I drink warm beer and eat beef jerkey for breakfast, I got muscles, and I have testicles the size of luchadors. Yeah, thats right TLA, they're that big, and after I defeat you on Dynasty, I'm going to teabag your "legendary" father Pantera, and my Luchador testicles are going to frankenstiener him back over the border. 

TLA, I would love to accept your invitation. You want to shake my hand, I'll be there. Name the time and place, just give me enough time to buy a gallon of Purell. TLA go head, extend your hand towards my hand, and I will extend my foot directly into your anal cavity. I'm going to shove my foot so far up your rectum, that I'm going to round house kick your forehead. 

TLA, if you are lucky enough for me to shake your hands, I want you to look me dead in the eyes, and I'm going to look you back in the eyes. TLA you will be looking into the eyes of a manly man, a man oozing of charisma, a man with such much talent you won't be able to control yourself TLA. TLA you wish you could be me. I'm so good, that when you look directly into my eyes with envy and lust, you are going to be joining your followers. It will be your under wear that are moist, and you will be throwing your little gold speedo at me. When I look into your eyes, do you know what I'm going to see? The back of your head, because clearly you must not have a brain if you want a match with me. 

I suggest you don't make a mockery of me again. You might think you're hilarious making fun of me, in front of these stupid people watching at home, You might think it's hilarious to disrespect me, but how funny is it going to be when I break you in half with my little finger. It's not going to be hilarious any more when I leave you in a comatose state. You can have your friends throw panties, and you can throw them your shirts, but know that on Friday, play time is over. Montell Smooth doesn't throw panties, Montell Smooth throws fists. 

TLA, you can spend all the time you want bragging about how you beat Lucian Black in a street fight. You deserve a round of applause. Congratulations, you won a match, bravo. I'm not Lucian Black, I can actually win a title. You're not stepping into the ring with an over-hyped failure. You are stepping into the ring with the best to ever do it. I am the Alpha Male, and this is my Serengeti. The "sexual" panther can't beat the king of the jungle, and TLA, you can't beat me. TLA this Friday, you will feel........................


The POOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!


Period.

Dynasty 5/15/15 – Promo #2


Vance: Oh Christopher…. Ohhhhhhhhh Christopher. How you make me smile in a sort of… sadistic delight. For a second, I thought maybe we could actually have a respectable encounter on Dynasty, but it looks like it’s going to be a bit more vicious than that now. Because you my friend… just made the biggest mistake of your life, by underestimating me and thinking that I’m “just another rookie.”

That’s where you’re wrong my friend. I’m not just any other rookie. I’m THE rookie to watch. And for good reason. I mean, yeah, we both beat Jacob Senn, fair and square, that’s true. But how many matches have you had in your career to get to that point? I only had nine.

But you know what? I forgot to give you the credit you deserve, I let my hatred get in the way of that. But I’ve said this all before. You’re a talented individual, and I had no doubt that you could beat Senn in a clean manner. And you certainly deserved the National Elite Championship because of how skilled you are… however, you also deserved to lose it in the manner you did, simply because you think “evolving” means switching up between being an asshole and not being an asshole in the context of a match.

But Christopher? I am also constantly evolving. But this is where you and I differ. You see, your idea of “evolution” involves keeping things fresh by changing up your strategy. My strategy never changes: “If your opponent hits you, hit them back even harder.” My idea of evolution is continuing to grow in my skill, continuing to expand my repertoire. My idea of evolution is going from an absolute nobody to the undisputed Rising Star of Dynasty. My idea of evolution is showing the entire world that you can adapt to any situation… but I don’t need silly tricks to help me adapt. I simply need my immeasurable amount of fighting spirit to help me persevere my opponent’s onslaught.

But you would have me believe that I have absolutely no chance of surviving your onslaught… and I have to laugh. This is how I know you’re a raging idiot, because you write me off so easily. You really think you’re guaranteed victory this Friday? I hate to break it to you, but that philosophy is the exact reason why you AREN’T guaranteed to win this Friday. You see, I know that almost anything could happen in the context of a match. For example, you could throw a monkey wrench in my plans like you clearly stated you will do. But what happens when I’m ready for it? What happens when you realize that I can improvise strategy just as good as you can? I’ll tell you what will happen.

You’ll realize you aren’t in the ring with a fluke, and you’re going to have to have a little more than a crafty game plan to beat me. You’ll need the will of a thousand warriors to overcome my intensity. 

So I really, really don’t hope you think that you’re just going to put a stop to all of this momentum of Friday. I’ll admit to the very, very real possibility of my losing, because I’m not unrealistic, unlike yourself. And what happens if I do? I go right to the back of the line, and I start over, but my intensity and my momentum will never be stopped, because losing doesn't bum me out like most people. Losing only means you needed to learn a lesson. You say I’m whining and complaining, but you know very well if you were on the same roll I was, you’d be pissed about getting passed up for the title too. Maybe I’m complaining, but I’m not complaining about anything I haven’t earned. I didn’t just beat ten people, among them are men who have gone on to even greater heights than the National Elite Championship. So if I can go above the title, then why can’t I have the title? I made my intentions very clear, and told EAW to either give me a title shot, or somebody they think deserves it more than I. They gave me you and I’ll admit you have more of a case than anybody on the EAW roster – including myself, and now it’s my duty to prove to you and everybody why they’re wrong and why it really is me who deserves it most.

So that’s what I intend to do on Dynasty. You are what stands in my way to the glory I want, and you’re a man whom I’ve wanted to face for a long time. So prepare for fucking war, Chris. Because I am bringing you war. I will stop at nothing to achieve victory on Friday, and I will stop at nothing to prove to you that your silly bag of tricks is worthless against me. I warned you. I warned you not to fuck with me. You’ve already been skating on thin ice with me for a while in terms of your attitude, and now it looks like you’re really going to poke the sleeping bear just to see what he does when he's pissed off. So get fucking ready, because on Friday night, you MIGHT be able to eek out the win… but the ass-kicking I’m going to lay on you is going to be unlike any that people have seen so far. I’m going to slam you so hard on to the mat, they’ll be able to hear your skull crack in the back row. I’m going to show the “true believer” that he really… TRULY… needs to BELIEVE in the big bad wolf, and realize that he doesn’t always have to rely on his huffing and puffing, and that he too can come up with a better plan to tear down the brick wall in his path to glory. This Friday, I'm going to show you EXACTLY what I'm going to do to change things up... and let's just say I have a wrecking ball for that brick wall. I’m going to take the “man with the plan” and see what plan he can come up with when The Riot Maker shows up in Cairo and incites pure chaos. And I’m going to show the “Evolution of Wrestling” why it’s “Survival of the Fittest” and not “Survival of the Craftiest.” Because a man made of pure, unadulterated intensity will always be be more fit to survive than a man who relies on cheap tricks to survive when he’s in dire straits.

Dynasty promo 1

Always leave them guessing and don't be predictable. Another cardinal rule in the wrestling books. For if you do the same old routine and never show a sign of switching it up, you'll get pegged and eventually get caught out. You know the saying, go to the well too many times? This is where that applies. So, one should switch it up at all costs. That's what I do and do well. One minute, I am the guy full of pure talent and have the ability to destroy anyone in the ring. The next, I am the man who will win by any means necessary. It doesn't signify I am a coward, or afraid, just that I am smarter and wiser: ten steps ahead of everyone. I beat Jacob Senn fairly last Friday. A former heavyweight champion. A man who is considered one of the men to beat in this company. I did it and I showed that I was the better competitor in that fight. However Jacob, I do hope you can get your redemption against Tiberius, a man who I am looking to avenge one day for what happened to me. Where I was screwed out of the opportunity of pinning him in the ring and retaining my title because of his bitch manager slash friend who saved the day. So Senn...when you meet with Anubis, tell him I haven't forgotten. And I will get mine eventually when the time is right. Because it's what I do best: I never forget. I always remember and strike when my enemy least wants me to. So TJ...keep this in mind. 

I had to prove myself last week and looks like I'll be doing that again, but against an individual who has never lost a match since his debut here in EAW. Ten wins in a row and all of them battles. All of them accomplishments. It's just a damn shame his and my name were drawn to square off, simply because his streak ends THIS Friday. All the hype, talk and bullshit goes out the window. When I defeat you Vance, we'll know that streak of yours was a fluke. You got lucky. There's only so long before the cards turn cold and the hot streak gets put out. When you are pinned by me, Christopher Corrupt, you'll be put back in your place. You're just a rookie. You ain't special. See, you're whining, complaining and carrying on about title shots because YOU think you deserve them. Why? Because you defeated ten other people? What happens after I get my victory on you? Or in the unlikely situation you win and then lose the next week, what have you proved? You talk a lot of shit, something now you have to back up and fight through. Can you handle the responsibility of pinning me in the ring? No training will help or even conjuring a plan, because I'll see through it. I'll throw a wrench in them causing you to struggle and have no way out, whereas the crafty bastard that I am, knows several. 

You want to judge how I was a champion and try to pick me apart, but you're not telling all sides. Of course you want to manipulate to your liking and make it at as though I never fought clean in my title defenses. Maybe check the tapes and you'll see I followed one of the rules and didn't allow myself to go stale. You talk about our tag match as if you stood a chance, as if it was some huge moment in your career, about to define you as something. All it would have done is mark you more of a loser than what you are. Tasting defeat is the only thing that would have occurred. I had bigger things to deal with then face some Rook and a guy I have beaten when it matters most. But now Vance...now you have receive your chance and yes, it's for no championship gold, just a normal match-up but with your dignity and current streak on the line. I am ending it this Friday and whether it be clean or a great tactic not deemed favorable by others, it won't matter. Because it will be a loss marked on your record. Ten and one. Just a normal dude...just like Brody and just like Senn. You honestly think you can face me? I've reinvented the wheel, I am the Evolution of Wrestling and more importantly, constantly evolving. You're like one of those wrestling marks who wants to research my background and regurgitate it back to me like I didn't know who I was. Let's cut the history lesson Tybull. 

I trained and got in with a training team because it made sense and I had something to prove the non-believers. I once said this to Zach Genesis and I'll say it again. to quote a favourite song of mine, "True Believers" by The Bouncing Souls: "We live our life in our own way, 
Never really listened to what they say, The kind of faith that doesn't fade away, We are the true believers
We are the true believers," I am a True Believer Vance and no matter what you say or try to achieve, I'll stand before the better man: The True Believer. I had to train and show I can change and it had nothing to do with you, it was to do with the Cardinal rules.

Make shit interesting, switch the game up. You don't like it? Then try and stop me. Try to keep your streak alive. But I am here to end it all, to put it away, to bury it once and for all. Then it goes down in the record books. But when you boil it down, it's just history. No one listens to your demands Vance because you have yet to get past your Maker. I am the Evolution and now starts the rEvolution. I should be getting my rematch rather than you. You're no longer going to be the golden boy after we meet. You are the proving point and one I'll make this Friday. 

Stop focusing on Brody and recognize I beat Senn straight up clean and I can do it again this week, if I feel like it. Regardless whichever way if I take the win, it tarnish your record. 

And, by the way...you say don't fuck with you? Hell Vance, it's what I am born to do and known to do. I mess with people's minds, get under their skin and keep getting in their face. You're the big bad wolf? Well I am the fuckin' brick wall! Ain't no stopping me Vance and if you succeed, I'll make your life miserable. I guess what I'm saying is, don't cross the man who's always got a plan and will make a fool of you. 

The streak ends this Friday. Believe it. If not, I'll make you a true believer.

Dynasty 5/15/15 – Promo #1


Vance: Have you ever wanted to punch somebody in the face before, simply because their face looked like it could use a good punching?

I only feel that feeling every other day or so, but I have never felt that feeling come over me as strong as it did when I first laid eyes on the human being known as Christopher Corrupt. Christopher has been one of those guys where you can tell he’s a smug asshole before he even opens his mouth. When I first arrived on Dynasty, as I was surveying the landscape, I saw Mr. Corrupt holding the National Elite Championship, and building a reputation for being an unworthy champion, building his legacy on tainted wins. And to be quite honest with you, it made me absolutely sick. I thought this was supposed to be the land of Elite, not the land of men who rely on dirty tricks to win titles. And I thought, y’know, eventually we would cross paths and I could vie to take that away from him.

But a funny thing happened on the way to the forum.

In my fifth match, we got to cross paths. That’s about it, though, because even though we were in a tag team match, he failed to even tag in the entire time. He could have gotten in and tried to show a brash rookie why he was the champ. He could have really proved a point to everybody, but instead he decided to tuck his tail, and allow his partner to be pinned. Who cares about taking the L when you’re not the one who’s pinned right? … Wrong. Disgusting.

But then an even funnier thing happened on the way to the forum.

Christopher Corrupt cleaned up his act. He hired a personal trainer, focused in, and started really showing to people that he has the skill it takes to be a champion! I never doubted you, Chris. I knew you could do it, man. I wonder, and I’ll ask you this. Was our encounter a wake-up call for you? Did my words sink in and did you finally realize you can’t keep skating by on tricks? Actually, don’t answer my question, because you already answered it for me when you faced Psycho Brody. But we’ll talk about that in a minute, first we have to talk about…

…the funniest thing that happened, on the way to the forum!

You lost the National Elite Championship. And now I have to aim my title aspirations toward Tiberius Jones, and I must say that I’m disappointed. I thought it would be poetic if our encounter in that tag match ended up as foreshadowing for our eventual face-off. To be honest with you, in my head when I’m imagining winning the National Elite Championship? It was always by beating you. But you denied me of this opportunity. Our first one-on-one encounter could have been epic, it could have been of FPV, it could have made us a lot of money! But now, we have to have this encounter on Dynasty. Now, instead of my end goal, you have to be another step on my path to claiming my first taste of gold.

So where does that leave us, Chris? I’ve been waiting for this very match ever since the tag team match that you backed out on. I’ve been salivating at the chance to get my hand around your neck, because you’ve been asking for an ass-kicking for a long, long time. You’ve screwed over so many worthy people who would be champion right now, like TLA and Aren Mstislav, and when it finally looks like you’ve gained a shred of credibility? You flush it down the toilet because you got a little too overwhelmed. 

Here’s a newsflash for you: Maybe if you tried a little harder, you wouldn’t have to rely on dirty tricks to beat guys like Brody.

But I think the funniest part about all of this, is that the guy who was finally able to take that title from you, is the one guy on Dynasty with more smoke and mirrors and cheap, dirty tricks than you: Tiberius Jones. Was it the bitter taste of your own medicine that drove you to do what you did to Brody? Or was it the irony of it all? 

But when it comes right down to it? This isn’t just about the problem I have with your character. This is all about one thing, and it’s furthering our claims for title contention. I went and boldly proclaimed I have my eyes set on the National Elite Championship, and I tweeted out that they should either give me a title shot, or give me an opponent they think deserves it more than me. Looks like they gave me the latter. And to be honest? I’m actually happy they did that. Because you do have a legitimate claim to a rematch. And you deserve it. But I’ve never had a single shot at that gold. Nobody has been able to defeat me, and I know you’re riding high on your win last week against Jacob Senn, but remember I beat him the week before. All last week proved to me, is that Senn didn’t actually learn his lesson completely, and I was only able to fire him up enough for the week before he let his mind slip again. But congratulations, you evened me out on my biggest claim to title contention. But it just gives me all the more reason why I need to beat you on Friday.

So this week on Dynasty, be very aware that you’re going to need a little more than dirty tricks like you pulled on Psycho Brody to beat me. The only thing that’s going to beat me is 100% raw, unadulterated testicular fortitude. When you face me, when the going gets tough, and people pull cowardly shit like that on me? I eat motherfuckers like that up. Because cheating may work on occasion, but in the long run it only exposes your weaknesses, and ensures your downfall. I’ve always found overwhelming the opponent with my intensity a much more effective tool than pulling tights or hiding brass knuckles in my pocket. Christopher, realize if you want to get back on the right track in EAW, you have to go through a snarling, savage, huffing and puffing big bad wolf. Showing cowardice and desperation only gets you chewed up and spit out. I guess what I’m trying to say to you is…

Don’t fuck with me.

::The scene opens to Jordan Ciserano coming onto the camera with a suit on. The room is dark so that you can only see his outline walking back and forth around the room. He flicks on a light, where it is revealed the room is mostly empty only with a candle on a table and a Singapore Cane in the corner. He moves in his suit jacket and puts on his sunglasses speaking very happily.::

Jordan Ciserano: Hello everybody, how have you been feeling this week? Determined? Angry? Trust me, I know how you have been feeling and that has been feeling amped up and excited for two reasons. Number one; over Avengers: Age of Ultron… hell who hasn’t been. But I also know that you were even more excited to see Death By Velocity’s performance against the New Ministry. And let me tell you if you thought the violence against robots was a little too much, I don’t suggest re-watching our confrontation because the violence was far past a PG-13 rating.

::His swerves his head quickly taking off his sunglasses winking quickly to the camera before putting them back on.::

Jordan Ciserano: We step into the ring and we show that we are the Cream of the Crop right away with a bunch of German Suplex’s. We get knocking down, but we rebounded again with double dropkicks galore. I hit Rolling Thunder and then the match took a turn for… the better. I give a satisfying low below to Kerry knocking him down, then moments later we brought out the canes! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Right to their stomachs! Right to their backs!

::He points over to the Cane in the corner and begins to laugh a bit with a smirk on his face.::

Jordan Ciserano:  I know what you are thinking, “I was watching the match believe it or not and it started out alright, but then everything went to hell and Kerry Keller was nearly dead. What the fuck happened?” Well I can tell you straight from my mouth what happened. Caliban and I still had a lot of left over anger and frustration from Grand Rampage Eight. Working our way up the tag team ladder of EAW for months and months only to lose the match. So after we showcased our tag team abilities, showing that we still were the best with or without the titles. We decided to send a message while having a ton of fun. And what is more fun than beating down your opponents?


::Jordan throws up his shoulders up. Slowly becoming more animated, smirking and laughing more after every statement.::


Jordan Ciserano: And if you couldn’t tell that message was crystal clear, as clear as people’s wallets after this week at the theaters (speaking from experience). That message was that we wanted more. We had a chance, and we couldn’t take advantage of that opportunity. By coming out with those sweet-sweet Singapore Canes and beating the life out of the New Ministry, hitting them with fifteen big ones and then some, we showed that we weren’t done with EAW. Sure we lost our match, and where many others would just turn away at that moment in depression, Death By Velocity did not! We came back a week later and showed that if we didn’t get another shot, those beatings would become a recurring dream in a saga of matches. But that dream, would be an instant nightmare for anyone that faced us.
 
::Jordan flicks on and off the lights laughing like mad as he does it.::

Jordan Ciserano: Apparently, violence worked in that case and EAW became one of the smartest feds I’ve ever been in because they gave in before their entire roster was in shambles… if not physically, mentally from the threat of us beating them down. They gave in, and gave us another shot at the tag team championship against The Savage Ryan’s! Oh man am I happy they listened to that message, and am I even happier that Caliban and I get another shot to beat the shit out of these two men. To have another shot at winning the EAW Tag Team Championships, showing that we truly are the best in EAW if not the world!

::Jordan grabs the cane and starts to spin around in place laughing more.::

Jordan Ciserano: Because in our minds we are the best in the world and we are going to prove it any way we can. Savage Ryan’s, prepare yourselves for a beating in this one because we are aiming not just to win this match, but also to destroy you. We want to make sure that once we win the titles, both your bodies and your spirits will be broken down so badly that you will never have a chance to regain the titles again. We want to beat you, we want to crush you, and we want to take those titles more than anything.

:: Jordan moves his hair back quickly not wanting to waste a minute.::

Jordan Ciserano: This may sound like I am going on a bit of a mean streak, but who could blame me for wanting to see the crimson mask of blood across two men’s faces? We get the best chance to make a name for ourselves and then we lose. So after Grand Rampage Caliban and I decided that we have to become artful goons. I know that sounds like an oxymoron but after Grand Rampage we thought and thought and found out that we need to dissect our opponents by using our chemistry, and our technical style. Focus on one part of the body until it’s gone, then onto another. We know that this is the only way that we can beat the Savage Ryan’s guaranteeing that they’re gone for good.

::Jordan starts smacking the Singapore Cane against the wall of the room over and over leaving scratches on the wall. He starts painting and laughs more.::

Jordan Ciserano:  Death By Velocity, as a whole has worked for years to get to a point where we can rule the tag division and I believe that this is our best chance. Not last week, not at Grand Rampage, but this week is our best chance. And you better believe that we will leave Voltage with the Tag Team Championships.  We don’t care if they bring chairs, we encourage the use of Singapore Canes it’s what they are supposed to do, and they won’t stop us because our minds are zeroed in one thing. And the focus won’t go down until our hands are raised with the titles over our shoulders and the Savage Ryan’s cracked down.  This is our time to be in the spotlight.

::He throws his hands up high in the air like a Shakespearian actors.::

Jordan Ciserano:  And maybe that is one of the highest motivations for us, getting into the main event each and every week because EAW recognizes that we are the best in the fed. Once we gain those titles by being absolutely ruthless we will be at the top. A dream that I have had for many many years. Of course this dream of being in the main event will have to wait a week or two because there is in fact a wedding going on. So I’ll be more than happy to show EAW that Death By Velocity should have been in the main event this week, and we should be in the main event every week from now on.

Jordan Ciserano: That tiny annoyance aside I believe that we are meant for success. A man once said “Success is the result of perfection, hard work, learning from failure, loyalty, and persistence.” And if this quote is true Death By Velocity should have won at Grand Rampage and will definitely win at Velocity.  And there can be no misquoting there because DBV bringing the perfection of Citizen Kane. The hard work of a Rocky montage, just much longer. Experiencing more failure than Jobs and Wozniak (at first).  More loyalty than brothers because in my mind we are. And more persistence than... all of those examples combined. It is time for Death By Velocity’s success.

::Jordan shakes his head multiple times, up and down.::

Jordan Ciserano:  The how success of DBV is right around the corner, so close to happening I can already feel the title around my waist. And Ryan, I do remember when DBV knocked you down defenseless. I do remember you on the canvas with no life. Of course with those great, great memories I also remember the pure feeling of joy that I gained as a result from those beatings… it became a motivation of sorts to get that feeling again, to knock you the fuck out. And this motivation, I can assure you isn’t a weakness for DBV, if anything it is our greatest strength. Hell if anything it gives us more focus and more power than ever before because that means we are locked in on beating you two down to the ground. But you can think what you want, it won’t matter anyways.

::Jordan does a finger wag toward the camera.::

Jordan Ciserano: None of what you think will matter after Sunday, but hell it looks like you don’t care too much for us anyways. I mean DEDEDE, damn man you need to learn how to relax and it looks that you are so concerned with Montel Smooth that we nearly slipped your mind. I suggest taking a long walk on a short pier mate, always seems to get everything off your mind. And Ryan, you seem so focused on the past you forgot to prepare for the future. The future of us hitting you with Singapore Canes over and over and over again until your bodies can’t take it. For this I would suggest ice, it’ll help cool you off when Caliban and I send you into hell.

::Jordan points with authority down toward the floor cupping his ear like the devil is talking.::

Jordan Ciserano: And let me tell you guys, hell may be a better place to be than Gwangmyeong this Sunday. Because at least there you know that the torture of fire and brimstone is coming for your souls. You know that demons will be rushing through your head! You know that death has come and this is your reward. In Gwangmyeong, you won’t know what will happen when. The torture that you will feel won’t be of fire and brimstone oh no, it will the torture of your souls without your tag titles leaving you empty. You will feel demons, and those demons will arrive due to the regret you felt that you didn’t just give us your titles! WE ARE GOING TO SEND YOU TO HELL! But I’m not sure the devil will want your souls if they are already taken.

Jordan Ciserano: If you take one thing from what I have said all this time from all the words I have spoken, it’s that we have one intent this Sunday. And that is to completely lay waste to the Savage Ryan’s. Caliban was right, “It’s about the EAW tag team titles and nothing more.” And even Punkin was right in saying “Hell is being hit so many times with a piece of hardened bamboo that your back breaks in two.” And for this match, that’s not that extreme, if anything it is the exact result we are looking for. We want to win these tag titles with force and domination. It hasn’t taken us 7 years to get here but we are the best. Now it’s time to prove that we are by breaking the Ryan’s in half, taking their titles, and leaving them in a barren wasteland. Best of luck mates.

::Jordan looks to leave the room and turns back.::

Jordan Ciserano: Oh and DEDEDE, it was quite funny when you said you were quitting, but I am sure it won’t be as funny when we make you retire.

::Jordan laughs manically as he walks out of the room flipping the light off leaving everything in darkness.::