Once more the camera steadily opens to a room lit by a single red light. The light sways side to side, reflecting the tattered room that has revealed more broken glass and a few pictures littering the wall. Every now and again the swinging of the light catches the still form of Eclipse, who has his hand pressed against the side of his head, his breathing slow and ragged as if he has been screaming for most of the night. Eventually he shoots his hand up, stopping the swinging light and turning his gaze towards the camera, moving towards it slowly. 

"Jesus...Freak. Carlos Cruz. No, I won't make excuses. I lost to you. I put up a fight and I lost, and not only did I lose but I lost consciousness during the match. I couldn't have won if I tried. I could hear...the crowd cheering when you came out. The sound of them roaring and yelling as I watched you head down to the ring. I would say that you disgusted me, but you only made me smile. That's all you are doing actually...making me smile. Making me laugh, and making me think. Making me think about the past, about what had saved me."

He draws in another breath, as he lifts the camera, moving deeper into the room until the entirety of it is bathed in a soft orange light. The wall is decorated with a grouping of scriptures and a carved in angel, with the knife that carved it in laying on the ground. He gently runs his hands along the groove of the carving before turning his head back to the camera. 

"You are the Jesus Freak? I'm not sure that I believe in that savior, but I do believe in a savior. She stretched out her hand to me, when I was in my darkness and when I reached my hand out she stamped it to the ground. She ruined me, to make me stronger. She destroyed me, to make me what I am today. I am the realization of her design, the new order that she will enact with her madness. This is her reality now, and I am the arbiter of it. So Carlos, her ruling remains the same. I will be the judge to your sins, and with her wording I will execute you. So says my Angel of Chaos, so it shall be."

**EAW Exclusive behind the scenes look after the match at Reasonable Doubt between Lethal and Maddie, Maddie is seen sitting backstage, with her head down, in tears, they ask for a few words**
 
Oh hey guys, (Maddie wipes the tears from her eyes, and blows her nose with a tissue) no I haven't given up, I’m just very disappointed that I didn't win, but I should be proud of my performance out there tonight, which I am, I am very proud of what I accomplished, I may not have walked out as Vixens Champion, however I did take Lethal to the limit, not many people can say they did that. In fact I had Lethal all but beat, and this isn't over Lethal, next time the two of us step in the ring together, I will get the job done, this isn't the last you have seen of me that is for sure. This just goes to show you, everyone that when you’re in the midst of trying to accomplish your dreams and goals, that sometimes in life, life throws you a couple speed bumps, something that can hold you back, temporarily. You can either do to things in these situations; you can feel sorry for yourself and give up on trying. Or you can put the failures in your mind, and use them for motivation, use them as a lesson, a lesson that you can learn from and not do again, my biggest mistake tonight was going for the Maddie Bomb too many times, it clearly wasn't working, I should have done some other stuff, but that's all in the past now and there is nothing I can do about what happened out there tonight, I lost, and sure I am disappointed which is why I am crying, but the only thing I can do is learn from this loss, improve myself and work harder. A great baseball player Babe Ruth once said "It's hard to beat a person who never gives up". Which couldn't be any truer, I go out there each and every week, I give it my all and never give up, sure I didn’t win tonight, but in the long run, it will pay off. Now I don’t know if I will be given another opportunity at the Vixens Championship again soon, whether or not just be sure I will be putting in the hard work to improve myself, and when the opportunity presents itself for a shot at the Vixens Championship, I will not blow it again. All I have to say to Lethal is, we had a good match our there, the fans were really getting into it, I respect your talent. I don’t respect your actions however I hope we could move on and be friends! But Lethal I took you to the limit, however you won fair and square and that’s all that matters I guess. Whelp I guess I should be getting back to the hotel I need to get my sleep because tomorrow starts a whole new day! You know Mr. Reporter, I could really use a hug right now, (Maddie smiles, gives the reporter a big hug) Ahh that just feels good. Byee guys sorry I didn’t win, but stay with me, there is bigger and brighter things ahead trust me!
 

**Camera fades** 

Today on EAW.com we welcome the newest member of The EAW voltage Mr. Davis

Max A. Million: S0 MR. Davis what can you tell the viewers from around the world about yourself? 

MR. Davis: Max well my story starts in the third biggest city in North Carolina Greensboro. See that is where I learned about fighting hard and working for what you really want in life. Before joining EAW I worked some of the worst jobs, but I stuck with them knowing that one day I would have a shot to make my name in my real passion the Wrestling business. This passion for wrestling is what is really going to take me over the top, and hopefully one day be able to provide for my family.

Max A. Million: With all that being said to the average person who knows nothing about wrestling what makes you different from all of the other Wrestlers in EAW?

MR. Davis: See Max its quite simple, many of my fellow competitors say that they live in breathe wrestling, but nobody does so as much as me, not only am I the first one in the gym training, but since the age of five I have studied other wrestlers from the past. Also when I turned thirteen I had started to be trained by any wrestling legends. This training along with the passion is what truly makes me different.

Max A. Million: Wow what was the biggest lesson that you learned from the legends in the industry.?

MR. Davis: Besides helping to develop my in ring talent. The biggest lesson they taught me was to no matter what happens in this business keep your head up high and keep working hard for what you want and you will be successful. That is something that will always stick with me in my mind. 

Max A. Million: All of the fans of EAW want to know what we can expect from you in the EAW what can you tell them?

MR. Davis: To all of the fans of EAW I want them to know that I will always fight hard for them. I will always fight hard for those who cannot fight. That includes people who are sick with life threating conditions. I will always try to be a man of the people. The great fans of EAW are what this business is all about. For those fans who specifically only get time during their work week to watch Voltage. I promise I will try my hardest to put on the best performances each week for you. 

Max A. Million: How about how all of the other wrestlers in EAW do you have anything to say to them?

MR. Davis: Yes Max I want them to know that I am hungry for the  fight that I want their best shot. I do not want any of them to hold back Because MR. Davis will not be holding back.

Drops the mike and walks out of the interview.

Max A. Million: Well that was quite an interview. Stay tuned for more news and interviews only here on EAW.com

Yes, last week, I lost to Tiberius Jones. He beat me in the ring out of sheer luck. I'm not going to take anything away from him. He's one of the only few that doesn't slack off. He's also one that doesn't live in the past, but I smell a rat that does in Montell Smooth. Is that all you're going to talk about, my little loss on Dynasty last Friday? I guess originality and the ability to expand knowledge is shrinking by the minute, huh? It's been shrinking for you every since you left EAW. You revealed it when you made a pathetic joke in trying to call me boring. I know I'm not crazy because I have a very solid memory and I specifically remember you saying EAW was lacking competition, so you split to do something else, but what have you even done that is remotely memorable? How dare you call me a liar when you can even get your lies right? You said you were doing a good job in underestimating me and then turn around and say you aren't underestimating me. And I'm the liar? Why couldn't you stay gone? What you dubbed as boring is what the fans thought was the best era in EAW history, and now, you're ruining it just with the piteous site of you in a wrestling ring.

Do you think your championship accomplishments really matter? If you can find even a little intelligence in that peanut brain of yours, I want you to know the truth about your horrendous reigns as a champion of some sort here in EAW. The only entertaining moments of your reign was Extreme Enigma, god rest his soul, defeating you and watching Dorin in action, carrying you throughout your tag team matches. You know what that means? Your flukes were nothing more than just that, flukes. The fact that you have to keep saying it over and over again proves that, no matter how much you shove it down people's throats, they'll never look at you as a legend or anyone that has been significant since the beginning of time because, if there's one thing me and the people could agree on, it's that you have nothing that anyone wants to see. That applies to me, the fans, the locker room, and even the chairman whom only gave you this job because he feels sorry for you. It's true and, if you can't see that, then take the most recent contract signed at EAW by some hoodlum who, surprisingly like you because you two show it in different ways, has a low IQ, especially when it comes to wrestling. However, despite you being irrelevant to EAW, the general manager goes by the concept that, if someone beats a former world champion regardless of how much they don't matter, the winner can be seen as a possible contender for the world championship perhaps. I don't need a tournament to get to the top. All I need is my ring gear, a wrestling ring, and someone to embarrass. This week, that someone is you. The biggest challenge of facing you is figuring out how to embarrass you more than you already embarrass yourself and, if you bring up the "accomplishments" you have here, you've already shown how much you know deep down inside that everything I'm saying is true. It's not hard to comprehend. If you can't understand anything I'm saying right now, then you're just an idiot. Don't fret though because I will help you. It's one of the many perks that I have naturally. All it'll take is a dose of darkness and a 1,2,3.

This past week on Dynasty I advanced to the finals of the Gold Rush tournament. Aren Mstislav and Christopher Corrupt, former and current National Elite Champion respectively, all defeated single-handily and decisively by one man. A man who's more powerful than a locomotive. A man who's faster than a speeding bullet. A man who simply put, can NOT be stopped unless you kill him. Something I highly doubt Jacob Senn is capable of doing. "The Fabled Conqueror" is what they call you, am I right? I assume there must be a reason why they call you that. You're a former EAW Champion so that is probably it. You know, I hate to make this type of claims.. but the fact of the matter is what I am about to say really is factual. I'm not saying this out spite, I really have no desire to hurt anybody and I am certainly not saying this out of jealousy. You didn't deserve to be EAW Champion and you sure as hell don't deserve to step into the ring with a TRUE Fabled Conqueror like myself,  let alone get handed a second world championship. If you truly want this, you are going to have to EARN IT. IF you really want this as much as you avow, you are going to have to establish dominance over me. Sadly for you, nobody has been able to dominate me in a long time. Odds are stacked against you, Senn, and that makes me so happy. Because I have been in your position before. I want people to feel how I felt all these years. When I was disregarded, overlooked and neglected by people I considered my FRIENDS If you think I am going to allow you to grasp this golden opportunity you are terminally insane. My fight against corruption has only just commenced. I can't afford losing, not at Dynasty and not at Reckless Wiring when I come face to face with the other man responsible for my most recent failures. i did not only brought Xavier Williams to his knees, I ended his miserable career. And quite frankly, he deserved it. He deserved it because he is the embodiment of every characteristic that describes a dishonorable man. He has defeated legends. Big woop, I AM A LEGEND. And he was unsuccessful at defeating me. The same fate awaits you. From this moment onward I decide what is next for you, Senn. Your career in my HANDS. I don't see what's the big difference between you and Xavier Willams. You claim to be far more experienced and have slightly more extensive knowledge about the sport of professional wrestling than Williams and that could be true, but you're not more experienced than I am. Let's not kid ourselves here, the only one of us who will be in a predicament come Dynasty will be yourself. I'm superior to you in every facet of this sport because I have something you don't... HONOR. I have a dignity and I pride myself in being a honorable man. But like I always say, there is NO honor for the dishonorable. So don't expect me to show you any mercy. Don't expect me to even treat you respectfully because I just won't.

I never denied I could be in precarious situation in the moment of truth. I know what you are capable of, Senn. I know who you are. Seemingly, you don't know what I am capable of and you don't have the slightest idea who I am. I'm not known for the reasons you stated.. I am known for the things I have accomplished for this company and for the things I ASPIRE to accomplish for this company. I'm the only man roaming the land of elite today whom fights for what is right. I'm going to be at a disadvantage?? You're shorter than me, less experienced than me, less talented than me, how in the world am I going to be at a disadvantage? I didn't win the big one because I wasn't half the man I am now back then. Y2Impact got lucky anyway. If he ever showed his face again I would happily hit him in the mouth until all of his teeth are down his THROAT. And Mr. DEDEDE? He had to rely on an exposed turnbuckle to defeat me. Tyler Parker isn't man enough to take me on alone. He proved that at Road To Redemption when he joined forces with Xavier WIlliams to eliminate me from the chamber. You have been indeed been a force to be reckoned with ever since you jumped ship to the Dynasty brand. But so have I ever since I came back so I am sure we can both agree on this. Our match will be remembered forever. I know you will do anything willingly to walk out of that arena as the new number one contender for MY World Heavyweight Championship and you know that I would too. I mean it though. I'll go to absolutely any length to get what I am owed. Call yourself the best, call yourself whatever you'd like it doesn't really matters to me. Your words are completely meaningless until you beat me. Until you beat me you can't call yourself "The Fabled Conqueror". Until you beat me you can't proclaim yourself the best. Until you beat me you can't be declared number one contender for the most illustrious prize in the business. I know you have a lot of people on your side, but I have HONOR on my side and as long as I have this undying will to establish a honorable jurisdiction in EAW, NOTHING, NOBODY can stop me. When the smoke clears, when the dust settles, Senn. You won't be "The Fabled Conqueror" you will be "The FEEBLE Man Who Got Conquered By Lucian Black".

A-Will if my biggest flaw is that I'm underestimating you then I'm doing pretty well. A-Will, I'm not underestimating you, I know who you are, I know what you do and I know what you're capable of. You're capable of absolutely nothing. I also don't appreciate you coming out here and lying and twisting my words. I never said I left EAW three years ago because it was boring. What I said is that I'm back now because it's boring, I don't like how things are and I'm back to turn this company 180 degrees. I didn't abandon EAW, I left to do other things in my professional life. I didn't abandon anybody or anything, especially because I thought it was "boring." What's boring is you A-Will. I saved a lot of money on sleeping pills, when ever I can't get myself to fall asleep, I just turn on an A-Will promo. Half of what you say makes no sense, and the other half is lies. You said, I left EAW because it was boring. Not True. You say I call myself a legend. Also not true. I don't go around calling myself a legend. Everyone else goes around calling me a legend. I doubt it's because I'm a failure like you claim. It's funny that a former world champion, a Grand Slam Champion, according to you is a failure. I'm the failure, not this nobody who loses on Dynasty every week. I'm the loser. That's really funny A-Will. What's really funny A-Will is you telling me I'm going to have to accept the fact when I lost to you. That's hilarious because everyone on earth, any extraterrestrial in the universe knows, scratch that, any living organism in every universe knows that I'm going to beat you on Dynasty. If Tiberius Jones can beat you, I can beat you in 10 seconds. Actually less than that, because a Pounce and a pinfall will probably only take 5. But there is one thing I do appreciate, A-Will, I appreciate you saying I'm not ignorant, because that for once is true. A-Will, if you're in ring ability is on the same level as your verbal comprehension skills, than next week is going to be the easiest week of my life.  A-Will next Sunday on Dynasty you will feel.....


THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


Period.

Fighting Spirit Promo #5 "Feel the Street" *Keller is seen walking down a street, an empty beer in his hand, this street seems to be a bit torn up, he walks to a garbage can and puts the beer in it, he's wearing a leather jacket and a shirt that says SILENCE on it as well as jeans* Jordan... Haven't seen you since last Friday, how you been buddy? Let's begin... Fear isn't the word for it Jordy... Kerry Keller "Fears" no one... I low blowed you so that Calliban could sustain further damage, as you know, I hate the bastard... You might not understand what success looks like living in Calliban's shadow like that. I actually feel some sympathy for you, because you have a loudmouth jackass as a leader of your team *leans against a lamppost* you have NO, hear me? NO right to tell me I'm cowardly, and who told you I wanted fan reaction? I've already said multiple times that the only person I care about impressing is Zack Crash,

Now, you might think I'm not doing well right now, well yes, your right, I'm not too keen on this match because Dachs will possibly not even be participating. Which means, I have no partner, but that's cool, I'll still be in the match, I'll still be an Elitist on Voltage, I have nothing to lose, now, heed you. When Kerry Keller has nothing to lose, he's an entirely different Kerry Keller, I have a lot to prove tomorrow, and you won't keep me from proving it. You have a lot, to say... But can you back what you say up Jordan?

In the end, all I have to say, to make a long story short... Tomorrow the Silencer will be ready, and I'll show you why they call me the Silencer, not because I cause the fans to Silence, but because I cause idiots to Silence their mouths with their stupid slandering against me, tomorrow, you'll be singing a whole different tune, a tune I affectionately call "the cry for mercy." "Moment of Silence" Thank you

::The scene opens to Jordan Ciserano outside Dolby Theatre in a suit jacket and his traditional wrestling tights, trying to look official for the upcoming Oscars. He walks up to the security guard, whispers a couple words to him and slips him a couple dollars to let him into the elegant theatre. Now with a giant grin on his face Jordan puts on a pair of sunglasses and salutes to a couple celebrities waiting outside the door. Now walking on the red carpet Jordan begins to speak.::
 
Hello everybody! What is going on you Oscar animals? I know that all of you are going to be glued to your TV’s this weekend for the Oscar’s, representing the pinnacle of modern filmmaking by giving rich people statues made of gold. Yes that is right I am quite angry about the Oscar’s, I mean how could I not when they didn’t nominate yours truly for “Actor in a supporting role”” for my performances along with Caliban in EAW in the ongoing series “The Quest for The Best.” Which must like Caliban’s match last week, showed that we can dominate EAW, even if we don’t get any nominations for an award we deserve. Now I know all of you were prepping for this Sunday and turned a blind eye to Voltage last week so let me run it down for you.
 
::Jordan flashes his hands in front of him in an excited matter as he opens the door to the theater knowing the doorman won’t do a thing for him. He then throws the door open and walks inside. He looks around at the velvet seats and the deep red curtain on the stage, seeing this he walks down the aisle for the most comfortable seat available. He achieves this and sits down with his feet up on the seat in front of him. Now relaxed he continues.::
 
The match starts with Caliban laying the smack down on one of our opponents for this week Maxwell Dachs. I swear he was moving faster than people leaving any M. Night film… I mean he was going off! Springboard here, dropkick there, just amazing wrestling all around! I’m not blind, I saw Maxwell take the advantage for a short time in there, but Caliban being the tough guy he is stayed in there and recovered. He got back up and continued domination all the way to an amazing roll up and the win!
 
::He pops up out of his seat raising his arms high, then to a clap which echoes around the arena with nobody currently in it but a few maintenance workers. Seeing that he has disturbed them he quietly moves up from his current placement and sits down again a little lower than before.::
 
Now that win was all Caliban, no interference needed just strength and speed all the way through. Dachs on the other hand, well I give him the official Oscar grade of “AA” for Absolutely Abominable! And let me tell you it was apparent to be during the match, but after you couldn’t deny that it was true. Why? Well yet again incase you missed it Maxwell had to make up for his short comings by attacking Caliban from behind knocking him down after the match. If that wasn’t bad enough I went up on the apron to even things out and protect my best mate when that other weasel Kerry Keller gave me a low blow right to my Golden Globes. A true sign of pure fear that they won’t have a chance in beating us down.
 
::Pointing violently at the ground still trying to be discrete he gets up again and walks up the aisle toward the red carpeted stairs. He walks up them saying hello to a couple people in fancy clothes. He reaches the top for a balcony seat and sits down in the gold plated velvet seat that looks down of the stage. Content that he can continue a mild yell, he does with a wild look in his eye.::
 
Blood Pact, I know what you are thinking “how can we be scared by these two wannabes” because those are the terms you would use of course… and I can tell you how. It is because you know that we are better than you! I know that you don’t show that fear in any physical manner, hell you guys don’t have any emotions, but rather in your actions. Only a coward would wait for a man to turn his back to then take him down… with that attack, it certified that you are terrified of Death By Velocity. I do hand it to you though you do coordinate a good attack, but what good with an attack from behind do when we are fighting face to face in the center of the ring? If anything that attack, one of your biggest moments of satisfaction is your biggest mistake.
 
::He stands up again pointing low, he takes up his jacket seeming hot from rage itself. He pulls his hair back and that wild look intensifies in his eyes. Taking a very deep breath he calms down and puts his feet high up on the edge of the gilded balcony trying to calm himself… Around a minute passes and he sits up like he is trying to explain the history of the world and speaks like it.::
 
If you still don’t get it, though you knocked us down on Voltage, you have only lit a giant fire inside of us that won’t back down for anything. We have been working too hard for too long to be beaten down by two blokes off the street knocking us out of any tag team contention. Caliban and I have been working together for a very long time making sure that we know each other better than anyone else to be ale to wrestle at our best. We are a world-class tag team that knows when to lay the smack down… face to face of course.
 
::Jordan leans back in his comfortable chair with a wide smirk on his face. With this he stands up and heads down the stairs back to the ground floor and walks down the red carpet towards the stage now sitting in the front row. With the spotlight on the stage he take off his sunglasses and puts them on the seat next to him.::
 
As I said earlier… I’m not blind though, having a fire in your soul doesn’t create a guaranteed win… it takes a whole lot more than that. Luckily Death By Velocity wants more than just retribution against the Blood Pact, we want this win to mean much more than that. You see when Caliban and I saw whom we were facing we were overjoyed, but then we saw one hyphenated word. Pre-Show. That is a word that Death By Velocity isn’t used to seeing, and a word that we don’t want to see very often. So we are hoping that the suits are tuning in to watch our match to see that we are much greater than the Pre-show, we are the STARS! And with this win we will show that the main event is right here.
 
::Jordan points at himself with a serious look on his face and his arms at a shrug. He  picks up his sunglasses, stands up and jumps onto the wooden stage with the spotlight still on him. He signals for a stool that is brought to him to which he sits down.::
 
If you think about it, this is the kind of match that Death By Velocity can use to prove that we are main event stars to prove that our names deserve to be on every type of gold. Our match is a Tornado tag match that of course means that Caliban and I have the ability to work together all match if we want to, which for the Blood Pact only means double the pain. All we need to do is throw one of you out of the ring and it is open season! And once we get an advantage on you, it won’t go away until our hands are raised in victory. Prepare your selves because we will show no mercy on your asses.
 
::He stands (couldn’t see that one coming) and flips over the stool off the staged in a controlled anger. He puts on his sunglasses and keeps on going
 
To quote a popular TV show “We have the momentum of a runaway train” and that train can only bring destruction while entertaining thousands upon thousands of fans. Right now, we can’t stop! We have the momentum to crush anything in our path! Where everyone else is the original Virtua Fighter, we're Mortal Kombat X! No not just because I am Johnny Cage, but because where [The Blood Pact] is primitive, bland, uncreative, knowing only three moves… hell my friend Kerry is nicknamed the silencer meaning that he couldn’t get a pop if he was covered in pins while working in a balloon factory. Anyway right now we are like Mortal Kombat X because we are New, exciting, fast, graphically superior, and fatal. We can strike from anywhere, especially with two of us in the ring. You will be looking one way; we’ll hit you from the other way. WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!
 
::He yells projecting his voice around the stage grabbing the attention of many workers and some celebrities who are taking a tour of the monument. He snaps his head down and shake his head.::
 
Shit, if you thought that Caliban beating Maxwell was bad… time for Johnny Cage to put his sunglasses back on and shadow kick the hell out of both of them! Blood Pact you really lit a fire in my soul. And my soul only wants two things now; Revenge and sweet Gold (tag gold of course), to get both of those things I need to beat you down. So again, prepare for the beating of a lifetime, for Caliban is pissed and motivated, I’m just plain motivated and we aren’t going to stop for anything until a fatality (not literal) is struck.
 
::He clenches his fist high in the air as the light reflects off his sweat. He wipes it away still with high intensity and keeps yelling down as large men in yellow jackets (who seem to be everywhere in Hollywood) work their way down the aisle toward Jordan. Not caring Jordan keeps on going.::
 
Blood Pact, I hope you guys are ready because it’s time to test your might mates, it’s time to show me and everybody else in EAW that you can fight face to face as well as you cowardly attack and it’s time for Death By Velocity to show that we deserve the Main Event and that sweet tag gold. Best of Luck Mates.
 
::Jordan salutes to the camera, throws his glasses toward the camera (think a hat toss) sees the security guards and jumps over them running up the red carpet aisle and out the door leaving the cameraman alone. With nobody on the stage the spotlight is turned off as the stage and the camera turn to black.::

Fighting Spirit Promo #4 "The Sufferer and the Witness" I'm glad... I'm glad I'm facing you Calliban... I'm glad I'm facing someone who has a lot to say, yes, my partner did split from me... Yes, I am in a way, angry, and no, I don't know what will become of this match due to his refusal to be in it... BUT, don't get that confused with what the point is. You, (in your more dilusional mind than mine, apparently) think your better than me... You have no proof, no proof that your better than Kerry Keller, you beat Maxwell, and while I couldn't help him, maybe it's because I didn't want to help him... Did you ever think about THAT? I don't help traitors, and that's all that Maxwell is to me right now... A Traitor. And you and your stupid ass "hacker" thing are getting me angrier by the second. You seriously think that yelling your head off, and then trying to be half profound will deturr me? The death threats from Tyberns didn't even deturr me. I sit here on the mean streets of Lansing... Where I was a poor child, where wrestling was my only escape from my problems... But that's all fine, you seem to be good, now let me admit something before going any further, your more agile than me... But I have every single other advantage over you. EVERY SINGLE ONE, and if you don't think you would fall victim in that environment... You've got another thing coming, your entertaining, you can do a couple of flip-de-do's, but truthfully, that isn't gonna help you against me. I'm out for blood tomorrow night, and whether Maxwell comes out or not, I'll be damned if I can't at least get a chance to win. It's time... Time for Fighting Spirit. I'll be showing my best fighting spirit, you show yours... Or be SILENCED

VIP is sitting in his soft rocking recliner, rocking back and forward. He's smoking while waiting on Nicole to come to bed so they can do the nasty. He looks chill. Nicole is in the restroom putting on her sexy lingerie. VIP takes one puff and talks.

VIP: That's some good ass kush right there.

VIP hears someone knocking at the door. He gets up and goes to the door.

Nicole: Who is that, baby?

VIP looks through the door hole and sees a man with a microphone that says EAW on it and a camera man behind him.

VIP: It's just some man from EAW. I think he wants to ask me questions, that's all. Keep getting ready, shawty.

Nicole: Ok, baby.

VIP opens the door while still holding his cigarette. He greets the man with a handshake from the hood.

VIP: What's good, baby? Come inside.

The camera man and the man with the mic comes inside.

Man with mic: Mr. Pryce-

VIP: Call me VIP, mane.

Man with mic: Okay, VIP. I have a few questions for you regarding your EAW signing and when you will make your debut.

VIP: Aight, aight, but I got a question for you too. Just let me put this out

VIP takes one last puff before putting it out and throwing it away.

VIP: That kush good as hell. You want some? It's cool.

Man with mic: No, VIP, thank you.

VIP: Well, my question is where are the speakers for that mic?

Man with mic: They're in the truck and that camera is connected to them. Anymore questions?

VIP: No, carry on.

Man with mic: Ok. Now, you just signed with EAW last night and news sites are already reporting it as a criminal trying to get away with murder. What is your response to them?

VIP: They can suck a dick for all I care. This may be hard to believe coming from a nigga like me, but I like professional wrasslin. This has been my dream through all the murders, all the robberies, and all the pussy I've been through. I know I don't talk like the other people there, but I'm living proof that different is good. I've been through shit a lot of wrestlers in this company never went through and I've received a lot of hard lovin from my pops. He used to be old school and got that switch on me. I knew that, when he told me to get the switch, it was going to World War 3 in that bitch, but I couldn't let it go. The money and the sweet pussy had me hypnotized at the time and no ass whuppin, no matter how badly that shit hurt, could stop me from goin in.

The man with the mic laughs. VIP takes this as offensive, grabs his pocket knife, and put to the man's throat.

VIP: Are you laughing at that pain, my nigga? Because if you are, I can be laughing at your pain when you get blood stains all over my carpet, you feel me?

Man with mic: Yes sir, but I wasn't laughing at you, sir. I was laughing at the Dynasty matches last night.

VIP: Oh, my bad, cuz. I thought you was laughing at me. Continue though with one last question because I think Nicole is almost finished putting on that bikini.

Man with mic: Oh, well, I won't ask anything else.

VIP: Bruh, ask one more damn question, G!

The man with the mic got scared once again.

Man with mic: Ok, ok!

VIP: The fuck you screamin at, homie?!

Man with mic: Nobody!

VIP: Nigga, did you just call me nobody? Oh hell naw!

VIP popped up, grabbed his pocket knife, and ran toward the man with the mic.

Man with mic: Oh God, no! Run! He's got a knife!

Both men ran out of the house as VIP slammed the door behind them. Nicole finally comes out in that sexy lingerie.


Nicole: What happened, sweetheart?

VIP: One of those niggas screamed at me, but I ran them off before I could shank them.

VIP turns around and gets a smile on his face when he sees Nicole in lingerie.

VIP: Damn girl, you look sexy as hell.

Nicole: You want to help me take this off?

VIP nods his heads to the bed where she is sitting. She lays down and he lays on top of her. The automatic camera transitions to outside as VIP and Nicole can still be heard talking.

VIP: I'm about to give you the nasty, girl.

Nicole: Oh Yes, give it to me, baby!

Moans are heard from Nicole as the camera fades to black.

Tonight wasn't anything to fuss about. I simply wasn't focused tonight like I should be because something else flooded my mind and that's who I'm going to address right now.

Montell, you're in over your head. Who are you trying to fool? Everyone sees your flaws and your biggest one of all is underestimating people. That's why you get your ass kicked. You're a liar as well. You haven't studied me or even watched my matches aside from tonight because, if you did, you would know how ruthless I can get. I'd say I'm studying you, but unfortunately, I can find a single trace to any of your matches from three years ago because that's how much you were boring. You talk about the lack of competition these days, but the real truth is YOU ARE NOT COMPETITION. It showed tonight in your match with my good friend, Tyler. I was only missing action for six months, while you abandoned EAW three years ago because it got "boring". But, in reality, you left because you knew that you were irrelevant and still are. You've been irrelevant since you lost your lousy title fluke ended, but that was a good thing because you were killing its prestige every single week it was in your hands and, if I were here during that particular time period, your title reign wouldn't even last a week. Regardless of what may flow around in that thick skull of yours, you are not a legend and you are nowhere near excellence. You are, however, on a level of your own, but that level is far below EAW standards of both yesterday and today. This isn't anything far fetched. It's more of the cold hard truth. You only came back because it took you three years to realize how much of a failure you were and you want to remedy those failures you made in your career. The only thing you can boast about is that championship reign, but what else? You make people feel the pounce? You make this place fun? I've got a little pounce of my own, but it's a little more straight forward than whatever you call the pounce. It's called the Shades of Black because all you will see is black when I hit you with it. You won't be able to see the blood or carcass, but you will feel the pain as you should. I take this profession very seriously and, like I told Tiberius, I don't joke around, especially if I'm not even remotely as funny as I think. Lucian Black can beat you, Christopher Corrupt can murder you, and Methusela can damn sure put you out of your misery. And then there's me, who can make you tap out. If you don't believe me, don't ask the biased fans who you know will tell a lie. Instead, ask my trainers, my coaches, hell and even my teachers. I'm not the one you want to get mad because, just like what happened out there tonight in your match, you will lose, but this time, you won't even make it out of the arena. Your severe case of cockiness has won you over and you show signs of it even after you got beat by the world heavyweight champion. Even though he put you out on your ass tonight, you still called him a loser. By no means does that make you a winner because real winners accept the fact that they lost and don't act as if they didn't. What's gonna happen when you lose to me? Are you gonna call me a loser to get your bitchiness out of your system? Or are you gonna accept the fact that there are people way better than you will ever be? Tonight may not have been my night, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna hang up my boots. I'm not going to act like I'm undefeated and the best damn thing since sliced bread either because I have a little thing called sense. Sense will help you in life and I can tell that you need some sense beat into you to help you in life. I can sit here and admit I'm not the most popular wrestler here and my merch sells are nowhere near the peak level, but the fact of the matter is I should be and that's my motivation. Not that I'm letting ignorance come out of my mouth unlike you, but I'm moving on from tonight and transitioning into next week. You should have stayed in retirement because you're only making things worse on yourself getting into the ring with me. Since you don't have the sense to think about your health, I will be the solutions to all your problems, Montell, by giving you a dose of darkness.

 
 
 

I mad a mistake. I mad a crucial mistake, a mistake that cost me my match at Dynasty. I underestimated Tyler Parker. Tyler Parker is a freak of nature, I went for the pounce and I'm 6'4 so I thought when I went running full speed at Tyler and I leaped into the air and I went to connect, I thought it was over, but he somehow leaped over it, I'm 6'4 I leaped towards him and he jumped over it. I made a mistake, I underestimated him. I had no idea that Tyler Parker could jump 7 feet, now I know. So next time I face Tyler Parker I won't go for the pounce, I'll have to make him tap out with the single legged boston crab. That was seriously quite the leap Tyler, the hang time on that was unreal. I don't know why you're wasting your time here Tyler, you should be in the olympics pole vaulting or something. It was incredible, if you guys didn't catch Dynasty, I suggest you go back and watch it, just to see that. I'm glad I DVRed it so I can send the clip striaght to Ripley's believe it or not. 

Again, I made a mistake. The good news in I learned from that mistake, so as soon as I learned I would be facing A-Will next week on Dynasty, I studied him. I watched tape of him, I talked to wrestling experts, I talked to EAW's biggest fans, and they had all assured me that A-Will can not jump 7 feet. So I'm going to pounce him, I'm going to kick his ass, and I'm going to get my first win in 3 years, and that match against Tyler will be my only loss in the next 3 years. Tyler might have turned on his jetpack and rolled me up on Dynasty, but If he's still world champion when I get my title shot, it's not going to happen again, but onto the more immeidate future, A-Will. I never heard of him untill he tweeted at me and said something about him having Tyler's back and that he was going to kick my ass. So I said, "who the hell is this?" and I clicked on his profile and I saw that he was a Dynast Elitist. 

So you said you wanted to kick my ass A-Will. Now's your chance, next Dynasty you can kick my ass. You can't beat Tiberius Jones, but you're gonna beat me, right? Okay, I can't wait A-Will.

A-Will is another example of why I came back. A-Will, with all due respect, I can't think of any other way to say this, you suck. You're terrible, just like Tyler Parker is terrible, just like Norman Hellion is terrible, Just like Methuselah is terrible. I would go on but there isn't enough time in the day to name everyone. This place just isn't fun anymore, it's boring. I wish I had as big as a mouth as you do A-Will, just so that I could yawn with my mouth stretched out as wide as possible, just so that I can fully express how I feel in EAW. I remember back when EAW was cool, I remember because I made it that way. I make wrestling cool, I did it for 3 years and I'm going to do it again. I'm back and I told everyone day 1 when I signed the contract. I'm here to make this fun again, I'm here to make it cool, and It's going to be really cool when I step into the ring and I beat your ass A-Will. I want you to bring your phone to the arena next week, and after I beat you, I want you to go backstage and take your phone, and since you love to tweet, I want you to log on twitter and tweet again. I want you to say, "I just wrestled @MontellSmooth and I felt........


THE POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUNNNNNNNNCCCCCCEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


Period."

I'll make this short and sweet so that Clark Duncan's feeble mind can comprehend it; I am winning at Reasonable Doubt. There is nothing anyone can do, nothing anyone can say, nothing anyone can attempt to try that can put me away. That New Breed Championship is my destiny. And even with that point zero zero zero zero zero zero zero one percent chance that someone else wins the match, it sure as hell won't be Clark Duncan. Duncan, I know its harsh and maybe the reason you make these lame jokes to make yourself feel better after I speak is because you know I'm right. Plain and simple, you suck. You're shit. On the mic. In the ring. Just an all around sack of shit that has less business wrestling than El Landerson. What's really funny about Stark is that he has to go through this match in the first place. What do I have to prove? The world already knows I'm better than everyone in this match combined. Maybe Comedy Central can do a piece on EAW for the hilarity of putting Stark in the same company as a group of supposed "pro wrestlers", of which only one cares about the wrestling. Now, again, for the last damn time...

I'm winning at Reasonable Doubt.

And that New Breed Championship?

It's sure as hell gonna be mine.

Reasonable Doubt Promo #2 - Time To Get Out The Shovel

(Scott Oasis is seen jogging down the street. Along his route he ends up making his way underneath a bridge and chooses to take a stop there. He sits down and chugs some of his water and lays it next to him as he rests, listening to the music from his IPhone. He looks up from his playlist for a split second and notices the camera man who was trying to sneakily get shots of him. Scott takes out the earplugs and stops his music, putting them in his pocket as he heads over to the camera man.)

Scott Oasis: Do you really think I'm stupid? It's not hard to see you there!

Cameraman: *stammering* I'm sorry, I was just doing what I was told --

Scott Oasis: Shut up and stay here. I needed you anyway to relay a message for me. It's about time I get everything off my chest regarding that scumbag Matt Miles while I still have the chance to. Now listen, this is the last time I'm ever going to address your ass because to be quite honest, I see that you are no longer - or maybe even never were - worth my time. I saw your little response earlier. I'm a poser? Really? You claim that I'm pretending to be something I'm not when I try to be a fighting champion but tell me, how am I in any way shape or form pretending? In case you have forgotten, I literally gave you the rematch when I could have easily just stuck to my guns and had you wait a later date, I even did the same with Zach Genesis when I gave him a match the month prior. Why would anyone but a fighting champion give people so many opportunities to have a chance at his championship? Is that really all you got? Oh wait, your other reason was me pretending to be humble because I didn't mention everything from your little history lesson from earlier this week. Well buddy, if you remember in my previous interview I said it was going to be all about the facts. You being injured is indeed a fact, doesn't matter if you mentioned it before or not. Besides, why wouldn't I mention it, its a huge factor in the match! Don't try and toss it aside or use it as some way to turn into a weapon against me because all it does is make you look like a fool, especially when you expanded on it and tried to use your injury as a way to trash talk.

"The point is, I've had to return while still injured before and when I did, I retained the Hardcore Championship, just like I'm returning now to win my Interwire Championship back from you."

Scott Oasis: May I remind you that a Hardcore Championship match means there are no rules? Even the most handicapped of wrestlers can use weapons.  I guess you can say that didn't even matter either seeing as on your own you were getting your ass kicked for the entirety of the match anyway. That is until your manager at the time, Benjamin Johnson, interfered to distract your opponent. News flash, in a regular match you can't use weapons and you can't rely on the help of others! This Saturday there will be nothing there in that ring but you and me! Allow me to mention also that the last time you and me were in the ring I mopped the floor with you like nobodies business so if anybody has any validity in their claims to past events it would be me. It's strange you would call me a poser in the first place when all of your little tours around Turkey were you trying to act like you were this great elitist who is above everyone else. You go and try to act like some badass, talking about how you've gotten a few fast ones over on me. My thoughts on those attacks are simple: whatever. I'm still alive, there's blood still pumping in my veins and I'm not hurt. I can still fight and as long as I can still fight you can't count me out. You're acting like this match is already won but I on the other hand, are taking every possible outcome into consideration and coming up with the best possible plan to defeat you. In fact, this helps me. Keep being cocky Miles, it'll just make the fall even greater when I knock you off of your high horse.

(Scott Oasis chuckles.)

Scott Oasis: You know what's funny though? He acts like he's so better than me, he pretty much treats me as if I'm some sort of thief carrying stolen property yet here is the thing. All of that hard working he talks about and every big moment of his career should have a big ol' asterisk on it. His AWF Hardcore title win he likes to mention in almost all of our encounters? It was a fatal four way where he didn't even pin the champion. His successful defense after injury? As I said, he needed to use his manager. Even the time he actually won the Interwire Championship was a bullshit finish. Vic Vendetta had destroyed you. You were down and out. He was dragging you to the casket until suddenly those vultures shot out and distracted him. All of that hard work? It was you being at that right place at the right time. You say you want to be a role model yet everything, including this rematch, were handouts. I've had nobody give me a thing my entire career, I've done it all on my own just like all of the greats in this business! You want to say that these people need someone they can count on who will get the job done? Well...I'm your guy! Anyway, It's shocking you even are acting like these fans mean so much to you when months ago you were having shouting matches with them on a weekly basis, but I digress. You then went on to say:

" One glimpse and you won't even be able to count the amount of people standing in ovation as I walk down that ramp. Every week I come out to those fans and they cheer as loud as they can, I get this feeling deep down in my stomach, the same as in my heart and in my mind. They're all telling me that I have to go out there and make them proud. When I step in that ring, it's my duty to stand victorious because if I don't, I've failed them but more importantly, I've failed myself. "

Scott Oasis: Yeah, you are so popular huh? Definitely not ego or anything, right? Now all joking aside, I notice after that, you said that you don't want to fail and disappoint the people who believe in you. Well, I don't want to fail either. If I fail, everyone who thought that Scott Oasis wouldn't amount to shit in wrestling would be able to say they were right. The few people who got up and believed and me, who got me signed and supported me, would be able to say I let them down! People like Damien Murrow and even Zack Crash who have pegged me to represent Showdown ; who called me a model employee and proudly claimed that I was the future! You're the rich pretty boy with a load of fans! You're the man with endless luck! You get opportunities thrown at you every which way! If you fail you can come back and redeem yourself, I mean this is your what, fourth attempt at a redemption? But there's no coming back for me! When a guy like me, someone who was never meant to make it in the first place and broke his glass ceiling messes up, there are no do overs. People are already lining up waiting for me to fall off anyway, they can't wait for me to be caught slipping, but I'll make sure they never see that day! Failure is not an option for me anymore, I've made it too far! The only way I'm NOT coming out with that Interwire championship in my hands is if you kill me in the middle of the ring and I already know that you just aren't capable of that.

(Scott Oasis gets closer to the camera as all we can see is his face.)

Scott Oasis: The gloves are off. I tried to hold my tongue but now I'm not holding back anymore, Matt Miles. Matt, you are the most hypocritical and undeserving person I've ever met. You try so hard to make yourself a threat that you actually have made yourself believe it. Watching your videos, I came to the realization that you were nothing more than delusional. What did you say at the end of your little yacht ride?  "You don't just lose your title to someone, think of every excuse under the sun as to why you're still better than said someone and then pretend that it never happened."? Yeah, you just described yourself perfectly. That's exactly what you have done all week. Your entire campaign has been a lousy way to discredit me while trying to make yourself out to be the true champion yet in actuality you aren't even able to defeat a low level Elitist. It's about time I say it: I deserve to be Interwire champion over you. I have done my best to be a great champion, I've been through hell and back and unlike you in your last reign, am prepared to deal with the target on my back. My story isn't over, it's just beginning and you my friend are only a single line in a great book. This is it for you boy, you won't be able to make any excuses when I kick your ass this time around!

(Scott looks at his watch as he begins to jog in place a bit.)

Scott Oasis: It's getting late, I guess I better head to my room. See you at Reasonable Doubt!

(Scott Oasis runs off as the screen fades.)

[Clark is touring the Vodafone Arena, he's already been backstage and is now walking through the aisles of seats before sitting on a random one]

I honestly thought I was the funny one in this match, maybe not though. I mean, El Landerson is literally a joke. I'm a little confused as to whether I should take him seriously or not. I don't want to write him off, but if his actions don't speak as loud as his words, he's in for a rough time. Oh and Vranchev, he's gone AWOL. That's absent without official leave for those playing along at home. If he turns up for Reasonable Doubt, that's great, but I'm happy all the same if he doesn't, one less pest to worry about. The thing is, I'm basically dealing with two foes at present. Evan Stark and the lackeys who combine to make one super-crony. El Landerson and Nikola Vranchev are basically nonentities at this point in time.

[Clark slouches in the seat and rests his legs on the seat in front, arms folded behind his head. He's in a very relaxed state]

Anyway, speaking of pests, Evan Stark is one hell of a guy. He's honestly as thick as a brick. If attempting to put people down won you world titles, Evan Stark is way beyond anyone else here. This guy literally finds anything and everything he can to trash talk a brother. I'm very successful, of course being the ignorant fellow you are, you would have absolutely no idea about that. You being so uninformed insults me, just as much as EAW letting a drunkard like Venom be an active member of the roster, but I digress and we'll get to that later. I hope you know that half the things the elitists here do are to entertain. From pipebombs to finishers, we do all this for the people. Some guys like yourself who think the world revolves around them may only be interested in climbing to the top to fulfill a void in their lives, but others are intent on doing and gaining fans. This is a business Stark, this industry doesn't function without fans. So when I pander to the people, I'm doing it for EAW, them and me. So while I appreciate the work Ed O'Neill, Ty Burrell, Sofia Vergara, Eric Stonestreet and co do, I've got interest in joining a TV series, not yet anyway. With all due respect, I think you need to potentially attend therapy. Meet a psychologist Evan, there's no harm in talking to somebody about how you feel. Let the anger out son, it will do you a world of good. When EAW re-branded as elite, it amused me, because I realized it would a lot more people fit in. People like, the elitists of the world, constantly buying in to the idea you're superior to any other person, it sickens me. I like to make jokes at the expense of people like you, but the reason I'm refraining from that is because everything you're saying is completely laughable, you're like a one man version of Comedy Central. Keep this up and you won't have to be a part of EAW, you'll make it far in my favored industry.

[Clark shuffles around in the seat, puts his feet and leans forward with his arms resting on his knees and his hands interlocked]

Venom is an individual that just doesn't make much sense to me. I don't whether he's as big a joke as El Landerson, more of a raging alcoholic than Ryan Dunn was. I don't really understand how he can go from as drunk as a lord to speaking so articulately in such a small period of time. Anyway, let's move on to more pressing matters shall we? For example, this idea that you and Nick have that I'm jealous of you guys. Would I want to be the puppets of some lunatic like Johnny Ventura? Not in a millions. Once again, Venom and Nick Angel are at the service of somebody infinitely better than them. Wake up boys, smells the roses. Understand that Ventura has his own agenda. He's scaling the EAW mountain and you guys are his sherpas. When he reaches the top, he won't need you anymore, you'll be pushed down the mountain and probably get caught in an avalanche only to buried under the snow. Oh and that's happened before to the both of you when you were apart of The House of Renegades. Hades went on to bigger and better things and you two? Eh, we've been there. To say Nick didn't need your help was a lie. I was seconds away from throwing him over. He was holding on to the ropes for dear life. Don't believe me? Watch the god damn tape. If the lies aren't already coming thick and fast enough, what about the nonsense of neither of you wanting the New Breed Championship? If you don't want, get the fuck out of this match and let guys like Stark and I who want it actually compete for it. The New Breed Championship isn't meant to be shared, it's not the tag team titles. If EAW wanted two people to practically holding the title, they would have put that rule in place years ago. If you guys are interested in holding hands and winning things together, go take the titles off the Savage Ryans. You can ramble on about the sun or being recognized but you know what? You've got nothing on me, none of you do, even Stark had to make up some garbage to fill air time. Whereas I'm actually calling all of you out on the thing you've said.

Gracias Tweedledee and Tweedledum, I appreciate you guys manning up and speaking directly to me. It's more personal this way, I think it's better that we have conversations one on one, or one on two in this case, because it shows you're afraid to single out somebody through fear of retaliation and not being able to handle the verbal backlash that awaits. So Nick, tell me, why hide Ventura and even Venom? You've had success on your own in the past, why slither up the ranks while having Venom and Ventura hold your hand? Are you incapable of doing it alone? It certainly seems that way. The reason people the past against you is simple, it's human nature. When someone is gauging what another person is like, they look for what they've done previously. If you've ever applied for a job, you'd have had to supply a resume which list previous experience if applicable, it's no different here. Your previous experiences in EAW have ended badly, so naturally people are going to assume Nick Angel is headed down that road again. It doesn't matter how flawless you've been this time around, unless you show a tangible sign that you're not destined to bust again, nobody will buy into what you're selling. The fact that Venom helped you was not merely through frustration of me eliminating him, but because you two are aligned, you can't deny it. EAW is perfectly aware that you guys are a unit and you're doing everything for Ventura. It's getting to the point where we'll have to surgically remove his puppeteer hands out of your asses because you guys are too blind to know he's using you. I'd continue to talk, but I'm not sure anything I say can get through the thickness of your skulls, I think brick walls could understand me better and they have no life in them. I'm gonna need a little while to over the hilarity of everything said between you, Venom and Stark, but I'll be fine to take that New Breed Championship shot from your grasp and I'm not even having a giggle there.

[Clark jumps up and out of his seat and runs the down the steps to the nearest exit and out of sight before the camera can locate him]

*The Camera starts rolling, showing a line of lightly pink’d Cherry trees. At the last tree stands Tarah Nova wearing a short, gothic styled black and red Kimono with her black knee high converses on. A wicked smile forms on her lips as she looks at the camera before she speaks.*

Well, I am impressed. It looks like we do have something in common with each other, Ms. Haruna. For one thing, we both fight for the fans. I mean, I might be the most hated Vixen in all of EAW but I have done everything for the fans. Believe it or not, the only reason why I will be standing across the ring from you on Sunday at Fighting Spirit is because of all of them. Through every broken bone, every burn, scar, and cut that I have had throughout the years of wrestling I always came back for them. Even through all the mental and fiscal attacks I have done on the other Vixens, I have always had the fans in my heart. Women like Kendra Shamez, Stephie Love, and even our very own Vixens Champion, Lethal would never fight for the fans like we do. They fight for themselves because they believe that they are above the EAW universe. And I believe no one is above the EAW universe, not me and especially not you. Thats the only thing in common I see. Everything else you stand for is the opposite of me. You have gotten what you wanted all your life. You didn’t have to lift a finger like some of us did. Like I said earlier, I have pushed and worked my ass off to get where I am today. Truly, I hope you're ready to get the silver spoon ripped out of your mouth because I’m going to make sure it hurts.

*Tarah looks up at the Cherry Blossoms flowers, sliding her hand against the bark of the tree.*

Since I stepped through the doors of EAW, I was told by the Devil himself that one day I would become the Vixens Champion. He would push me and encourage me to do whatever it took to get to the top. Either by playing clean or by playing dirty, I did what I was told and I know have hurt a lot of people because of him. I didn’t care, really. It was too much fun hurting people and listening to them scream for me to stop.  But now that is he gone and forgotten, I don’t know why but it just stuck with me and now I am what everyone knows me by. A Killer. *Tarah looks back the camera then shakes her head, chuckling* Do you wanna know something funny, Haruna? Before coming to EAW, I used to be a lot like you. I used to be the super happy, cheerful woman that was always smiling. A honorable woman in fact. I did anything just to make someone smile. Sometimes I think back about those days and ask myself why. I mean why would I be the woman that everyone walked all over just to stay in one place. I did everything in my power to get myself to a better spot in my life. Now that I did, I won’t go back to being just another clone like you. Just another pussycat thats full of her own pride. Ya know, I believe that to much pride is bad for you. I would even say that you could be punished for the amount of pride that you have. It says that the punishment in Hell for having too much pride in oneself is that your would be broken on the wheel. But since we don’t have a wheel and we have match coming up, I guess I’ll give you your punishment at Fighting Spirit. I will break you in every way you fear, Haruna. You see, fear and I are like close friends. Fear helps me get inside my opponent's mind so I can mess with it till they're ready to give up. For you it might be hard but I’ll make you snap one way or another.

Oh by the way, you're clever, deary. Very Clever, I mean you're trying to use the Deadly Sins on me. But once again you have failed on one upping me. Haruna, I already know that I am going to hell. I have a nice warm seat right next to the Devil himself. It doesn't matter what you say, Hell will be my home away from home one day. I know for a fact that my soul can’t be saved and when its time, I shall be ready for my punishments. But now isn’t my time for them. Its funny, out of everything, I do believe that lying is a sin in its own way. Why am I bring this up, you ask? Its because Haruna, you have lied. I have never said that I have killed Cameron Ella Ave. Hell, I have never included her on my list of victims. I may have done everything else that you have said the other day but I never done that. If I did, I wouldn’t have said that She was the better Vixen in that match. But yeah, lying is not something I believe in doing. I only speak the truth in everything I say. So your should start listening to me more. I mean look, I get it, you're trying to show everyone in the EAW Universe that you are the right pick for the Future Vixen Champion. ‘Vote for Haruna’ but the thing is, there is no voting here. No debates, no 5 minutes to talk about pros and cons then everyone decided on the winner. Like you know, WE fight here in EAW. WE get down and dirty and no one will tell you otherwise. Here in EAW, its kill or be killed and I know that I won’t be the one that will be killed this round.

When its time for our match, I know that you will bring your A-game because thats what Warriors do. They fight and fight till the war is over. Sadly for you, I have been in this war a lot longer than anyone really knows. Almost nine years to be completely honest. Over those nine years, I have fought and destroyed warriors that were bigger than me, smarter than me and even more insane than me. One was a monster in fact. I beaten her down and showed her who was better vixen. Oh and that monster is non other then our Vixen Champion. Hanura, I hope you pray to your gods for some strength before you come face to face with my madness. I am ready to show you and everyone in the EAW universe that I am the best that I say I am. I mean, I know that deserve to hold the Vixens Championship before you and thats no lie. So at Fighting Spirit, It will be time for the Age of Nova to finally begin and blow everyone else out of the water. Its all or nothing and I’m ready for this war to begin. Believe that.

*Tarah Nova reaches up and picks a flower off of the Cherry tree. As the camera zooms in, Tarah starts to pick petals off of the flower one by one, saying “Kill her, Kill her not”. After a minute, the camera  starts to fade to black right as Tarah pulls the last petal off.*

...Kill her...

♥

We open on Punkin screaming with laughter alone in a blackened room, this goes on for much longer than one would deem comfortable before he finally gets a hold of himself enough to speak 

Punkin: FUNNY, WE ARE BACK TO THAT WORD AGAIN, MR KELLER SEEMS TO FIND A LOT OF WHAT HE CALLS FAILED JOKES IN WHAT I HAVE TO SAY... WELL! 

He puts a long cone shaped smoke up to where his mouth would be beneath the mask and somehow lights it with it hanging there, he looks from the camera to the smoke and back 

Punkin: Neat trick huh? See you all think that when you see this face it is simply a mask Caliban puts on to shout his mouth off but what you see is a totally different face. You see a demon manifest and this demon has never fucking ever claimed to be funny, I'm not a clown and I am not in the habit of making jokes. Something that is funny though happens to be the state of affairs these 2 children have gotten themselves into

He laughs again

Punkin: Keller and dachs, the blood pact broken in what? 8 days? Ha ha and now you are gunna step into the ring with what is probably the most seasoned tag team in this division, you see gentlemen you are going to go in there not even reading the same book but Jordy and me have been doing this for a long fucking time together, we have already been tag champions, maybe not here but it has happened, any tag team division we have been in previously got its ass kicked before we moved to the great green pastures of the top wrestling company in the world... EAW 

In another strange instance the orange eye stitched on his mask winks a the camera

Punkin: The Blood Pact are gunna be humiliated this week, you actually thought jumping us 2 weeks in a row and then splitting up was what's best for your well being. But before this me and Jordan were looking for a reason to beat and humiliate you but now you have opened up the doors for us to down right annihilate you. We started this calling it a war but it ends in exactly the way I predicted, Massacre By Velocity

And with that Caliban rips the mask of his head 

Caliban: Dachs and Keller you're both done, this is over and boys you just fucking lost your lives for something as petty as an impression you failed to make. We... are... going... to... bury... you... 

I love it when people attempt to make a case against me with such insinuations like, 'I've lost my edge'.  Truthfully, it took some time to get used to these kinds of remarks.  As I grew older and wiser in this business, I realized that people only say these things to humble me.  It's understandable as to why they would, considering how intimidating it must be to get into the ring with someone like me; a near seven foot tall Demon who packs on over three hundred pounds of pure muscle, however moves with the grace and quickness of a jackrabbit.  It's because of this I was successful in securing some of this company's top-tier championships.  Someone of my size and ability could do far more than manipulate a system, like Zack has or inherit cheap wins in the ways that Diamond Cage has.  He has placed silence on a commotion with the mere presence of his shadow alone; he has led a rebellion to take over one of EAW's more recognizable brands, and has put the likes of self-proclaimed trailblazers and darker forces on the run.  So let us not pretend as if I'm someone who's on their way out of the EAW, when there is evidence to support my claims of being the bigger name on Voltage.  Crash, as Chairman, may call the shots but from where I stand I've been the one making all of the shots.  It was I who saved his sorry carcass from being beaten to death by Cage.  For the last four weeks or so, it has been Hades doing all of the work.  I took on the workload of myself and another without one complaint slipping through my lips.  Am I upset that Crash practically played me like a fiddle?  Not at all, because I got something out of this ordeal too.  I got to show the World just how astounding the size of my will, determination, and commitment to this brand really is.  For weeks it wasn't Diamond Cage, Lannister, or Zack Crash that the EAW Cosmos has noticed; it was Hades the Hellraiser.  I alone have carried this rivalry from King of Elite into Fighting Spirit.  It's because of my efforts that those sons of bitches have something to look forward to this weekend.  Evidently, fate has placed me here for a reason, and that reason being to carry this brand on my back just as I did Show-Down all these years.  'Cause let's face it, the three of them are incapable of doing that with their manufactured spines and all.  I'm certain that I'm not the only one who has recognized that Cage's liquid courage is brought on by the company of the EAW Championship.  But once he loses it, where will his voice be?  When Lannister is once again Yesterday's News, what will come of him then?  Or better yet, what will come of Mr. Crash when he's stripped of his position and finds himself on level playing field with everyone else again?  I will tell you, nothing.  I bet then, you'll find them to be less talkative and more cooperative.  But in regards to Hades, what can be taken from him now?  Nothing.  Perhaps he was feeling a stigma of fear considering his past dealings with Authority Figures, but it was NEVER of Zackary Crash.  I am one of the most dominant big men in EAW History, I could very well smack him through a wall if the thought ever occurred to me, but at the end of the day he's the Employer and I'm the Employee.  This, Wrestling, it's all that I know how to do.  I'm too old to go back to School, boxing doesn't exactly pay the big bucks anymore unless your last name is Mayweather, I'm too set in my ways to become an MMA Fighter, can't act, can't sing, and I'm not much of a people person.  If you take this away from me, then I'm finished.  Out of it.  Done.  Kaput.  That is why I restrained myself from making any career threatening decisions.  However, now I'm required by a law binding contract to kick his fucking teeth in, because now it won't be considered an act of unprofessionalism or a breach of contract, now it's a match!  Thus why I consider the gloating of our Chairman, baffling yet confusing.  Like our Champion, he has exposed his motives and playbook going into this match, and therefore put a huge target on his own back.  There is no remorse within me for either of them.  If they are naive enough to give the rival team their playbook, then I shall allow them to make this crucial mistake.  In accordance to Crash, the business between he and I is strictly business.  I don't like the way he handles business, and will make him aware of it this Sunday.  I only wish my situation with Cage was as cut and dry as that one.  There's a solid reason for my animosity towards the current Champion; it stems from my last Championship Reign.  I went through a tough tenure with the Answer's Championship.  I had people criticizing me every chance they'd got over circumstances that were beyond my control.  But then we have Cage who will shrug his shoulders without a fuck to give when it comes to a Non-Title Match that calls for his presence and willingly cheat his way to victory, yet he's praised for his decisions.  Hypocrisy at its finest!  Let me tell you something, when I'm fortunate to call myself a Champion--I don't care if it's Title or Non-Title--I'm going to be there ready to compete.  I'm going to show interest in the event and my opponent by coming into it prepared to put on a remarkable display of athleticism; one that would make my General Manager proud because Money, Power, and Respect is more than just a bunch of words to me...it's my credo.  Which means you have a higher chance of seeing fire rain from the skies than to witness me sell out to a power hungry prick, who is too concerned with thoughts of sustaining more damage to his manicure, to get a little blood on his hands.  If you don't believe that then you will see for yourself, come Fighting Spirit I will not sell out; I will cash in.