There always come a time when you are forced to re considering your position and as yourself if you're doing the right thing. I have been asking this to myself on a daily basis for the better part of two months, but I still don't have an answer, and every time I think I'm close to one, it only continues to elude me. I am often doubted and questioned by others, and generally they are those who have a legitimate right to do so depending on their position in the company. But when an individual who is in a worse state than I am begins to view me as his inferior, it becomes my duty to send them back to reality.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane. I had completely gotten what I had done since my return to EAW. I also wasn't aware that I've lost my only match since Pain for Pride either.

Have you ever heard of sarcasm? Have you also been told that you sound ridiculous. You associate me with failure as everybody else does, but have you ever taken the time out of your ego filled schedule to question if you're in a better position than me? The only time you've been relevant since I returned was when you were losing to Zach Genesis. While you got tossed around in a Ladder Match at Pain for Pride, I'd went head to head with Hall of Famer in one of the greatest Tag Team Matches in Pain for Pride history. I've been booked once since Pain for Pride. What have you done since then? Complain more than Alex Anderson does when he loses is what I say you've done. Losing a title match makes you worthy of a rematch right away? Where's the logic in that? I've done a lot of thinking recently and I can honestly say it's been beneficial to me as a elitist and as a human being. Doing the same could really help you out as well. I was disowned by Nick Angel but what has he done recently? Defeat the Franchise Demon is the most relevant thing he's done since Pain for Pride, and it's fair to say that isn't much of an accomplishment. My past isn't the point of all this, it's the present. Putting yourself back on the radar doesn't begin with defeating a huge name in his company, doing something like that is a process that you take one step at a time. If I defeat you, will that put me back on the radar? I doubt it. The way you've performed lately, the only thing it gives me is knowing that I now have a victory under my belt. You've always been simple minded. You refuse to open your mind to more possibilities. Your anger continues to threaten your very existence and you even let an adversary of yours that you refuse to acknowledge as a threat push you over the edge. You and I have never engaged with one another before, and I can already say that I have the advantage. I more at peace than I have been in a long time. Frustration is an understandable emotion, but there's also a point where it becomes just plain childish, and you surpassed that point long ago. Maybe I can be of assistance to you by helping you grow up.

In every group I have been a part of, I have done my part. And it's far more than you think. I was the only one who remained loyal to the House of Renegades. Every member didn't stay for long. Nick Angel soon became nothing more than a water boy. The one constant was that Hades and I always were ready to fight and pursue the goal we wanted to achieve. Scott Diamond and I was a tragic story. I didn't ask to team with him and with him the feeling was mutual. In the Holy Brigades I fought the dictatorship that Nick and I seemed to be in and when it was just the two of us, I remained loyal to our cause up until the point that Nick finally gave in and took the easy way out by turning the blame to someone else. Even in singles competition I have been effective. Alone I have won at Pain for Pride. Alone I have ended undefeated streaks such as that of Moonlight Predator's. Alone I have defeated men like Ryan Savage and on more than one occasion defeated the current EAW Champion Xavier Williams. I've done all that alone with no outside help or cheap tactics. When I am on my own, I am as good as anybody in this company. The hardships I have faced make yours look insignificant and I'm still here and I'm also not complaining. The simple process of defeating you is all it will take to open your eyes to something more than just the little fantasy world that you have created for yourself.

I have a lot more to prove and a lot more to fight for than you do.I have a lot more to complain about but I've learned that will get you no where. This new chapter in my career begins now and a lesson on how to defeat Scott Oasis will be the first page.

$ Rokuro Masuda has arrived in America at last. After the unfortunate death of his mother and the discovery of a secret that has the potential to change his entire life, Rokuro ponders how this secret will affect his life and MasudaCorp. industries inside of his office over at his corporation. All of a sudden he receives an important call from an important person... $


(Rokuro picks up the phone)

Rokuro: Hello?

???: 最近どうですか？!

Rokuro: Who's.. this?

???: Did you forget about your old pal Tadao???

Rokuro: Tadao! It's been a long time, how have you been?

Tadao: I've been alright.. I know it's been a long time and I apologize I didn't call you sooner, but I just have been so busy trying to find another job. I heard about your mother, how are you feeling man?

Rokuro: Empty, sad.. devastated. At first I couldn't believe it, I could not accept that she was gone. But I think I have finally come to terms with the fact I won't ever see her again and that.. that made me stronger.

Tadao: I'm so sorry. I really am, my friend.

Rokuro: Did you say you were trying to find a job? How come you didn't call me to  tell me before?

Tadao: Like I said I have been busy, very busy. I barely have time for my family. I got a job and now I'm looking for another because things just haven't been so easy for me economically lately. We've been struggling.

Rokuro: Are you trying to piss me off? We've known each other since we were kids.Why didn't you ask me for money?

Tadao: You know I don't like being handed stuff. I'd much rather earn it. Plus you've already helped so much.

Rokuro: Listen, are you willing to come to America? Your English isn't bad at all I think we could use someone like you here.

Tadao: I am, the problem is my family... I can't just leave them and go to America. They need me more than ever.

Rokuro: So? Bring them here with you. You get a house, a car and a job I am certain you will love. Your kids will get a great education I will make sure of that. They will love it here.

Tadao: You will really do that for me, Rokuro?

Rokuro: Of course, man. You're like an older brother to me. You're the only friend I have left.

Tadao: That is great! Thanks for everything, Rokuro! How many other security guards you got over at MasudaCorp.?

Rokuro: You're not going to be a security guard.. Or anything similar. I want you to be in my corner every single time I step foot inside the ring. What do you say?

Tadao: Sounds good to me. Better than good as a matter of fact.. I can't believe you'd do that for me. I have been considering moving to America for several months now I was just waiting for the right opportunity. I was actually at the airport waiting for you early in the morning, didn't you see me?

Rokuro: ... Wait, you are here already?

Tadao: I forgot to tell you, yeah. Your sister gave me all the info on your flight in advance. I had to see you in person since we haven't seen each other in so long.

Rokuro: But how did you get the money? You just told me you were struggling economically...

Tadao: I was saving up. Besides, I needed to come see America anyway if I was going to live here. I got to find a place to live, learn everything I can about this place.

Rokuro: I already told you I am taking care of that. You got nothing to worry about. You trained me to be a professional wrestler. We're friends, too. I have to repay you somehow.

Tadao: I will never forget what you're doing for me, bro.

Rokuro: So, where are you right now? You should come visit --

Tadao: I'm actually here in MasudaCorp. but this lady is being a complete bitch and won't let me through..

Rokuro: I gave her the job back, I gave her another opportunity because I thought I was being unjust and uncompassionate and she STILL can't do her job right. This is disappointing and frustrating. I guess I'm going to have to fire her.  Hold o --

Tadao: Don't worry, homie. I just left anyway. I'll come by some other time. Just don't forget to look for me when you need me.

Rokuro: I'm pretty sure I'll get a match soon. When I do, I'll contact you as soon as possible.


$ After hanging up the phone, Rokuro continues to ponder whether or not his father is really alive and if all the rumors about him are true. The video ends with Rokuro Masuda getting ready for a board meeting $

SH0WD0WN PR0M0 #1
 
It seems that a majority of the roster here in EAW has forgotten what it means to be Chairman.  So allow me, for the benefit of the stupid and those who appear content to commit career suicide, to state the textbook definition of what a Chairman is...
 
chair.man
1.)  He presiding officer over a meeting, committee, or board.
2.)  The administrative head of a department.
 
To make it even easier for you all to understanding...IT MEANS I AM THE FUCKING BOSS!!!  THE MAN IN CHARGE!!!  THE HEADCHEESE!!!  THE BIG "FUCKING" KAHUNA!!!  That means you all shut the fuck up and do what I say!  I've been running this company over nearly a year now, even though many of you thought I didn't have the know-how to be a proper Chairman.  Yet under my reign this company has grown in more ways than any other person has achieved before in my office!  Our first world tour, a bigger roster than we know what to do with, and the best Pain For Pride anyone has ever seen!  Yet despite all this I still suffer insubordination and criticism for my way of running things.  And Mr. Rosso has recently become very vocal in his criticism.  First off all, let me say I find it very "brave" of you to finally speak out against me...after the Hexa-CUNTS beat me down like a pack of cowards.  How funny it is that NOW you find your balls and dare speak out against me.  Now you decide to stand up and fight me?!  Let me remind you of something Carlos, when I stood up against Mr. DEDEDE a year ago, I didn't do it after someone else beat him up for me, I didn't ride the tailcoats of somebody else starting the fight...I DID IT ON MY OWN!!!  It was a fight I started and a fight I ended!  So this little bravado you're displaying now is cute, but quite pathetic.  Yet it can also be enlightening because it can explain away the very frustrations you spoke about.  You lamented about how you can no longer chase for the World Heavyweight Championship, how you've fought and struggled, and boohoohoo!  You are such a fucking pansy!  The reason you haven't achieved anything is because you never had the balls to take it!  I offered you all those perks to see if you were the kind of man who would answer when opportunity knocked.  But you never did!  Then I waited to see if you were the kind of man who would make his own opportunity.  But you failed that test as well!  Do you see the pattern yet?  You're a man who only takes the safe route.  You only take risks when its "safe" and "secure" for you.  But I'm not that kind of man!  My career has been based on taking risks, and while some of them didn't pay off, the vast majority has.  Why?  Because I know how to play this game Carlos!  I'm a master while you're still playing on Easy Mode!  You're inconsistent have never evolved once since you arrived.  And yet you bitch and moan about not achieving what you want?!  Don't make me laugh!  Those names you listed off, they were more worthy of a World Title shot than you ever have been in EAW.  Even your own time running your own federation in CWF was pathetic compared to my tenure as Chairman.  And spare me your indignation about the Dynasty situation.  Dynasty had a fair chance to survive at Pain For Pride, and they lost!  That roster had the opportunity to join the winning team after it was over, but they decided to stay on a sinking ship, so don't blame me because they're all drowning!  And I took the World Championship because that is not the property of the brand, it is the property of EAW, and thus MY property!  You too could've decided to join Showdown or Voltage, but you backed the losing team, and now you blame me for not having something to aspire to?!  You're the kind of person who blames others for their own failings, and that kind of person is weak and useless in my EAW!  
 

My one and ONLY mistake in EAW was being too soft on all of you.  I should've been more of a hard-ass from the start.  Because apparently you have forgotten that I didn't usurp the authority from EAW, or even the Board of Directors.  The Board is not EAW...I AM EAW!!!  Everything you see and touch is mine!  The ring, the locker rooms, the championships, even the Vixens and Elitists themselves, all of it is mine!  And I can do with any of it what I want!  If I wanna shut down Dynasty, I will!  If I wanna strip a person of their championship, I will!  If I wanna fire someone for no reason, I will!  If I want to beat you within an inch of your life, I will!  And their is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me!!!  This power trip I'm on, it ends when I say it ends!  And it's NEVER going to end!  I am what's best for EAW!  I am what makes this company grow!  And this company will continue to grow under my reign.  So you can either accept that and get with the program, or you can get buried with the rest of the trash.  The choicse Mr. Rosso...is yours!  

 
Cailin Dillon walks down the steps near a podium and walks towards a car as a rowdy crowd makes noise behind her. She pulls her phone out from the front of her dress and flips through a few texts as she pulls the door open and settles down inside. As soon as she shuts the door, the car takes off. She holds her phone in her lap.
 
Cailin Dillon: These rallies are all about getting people into the right mindset. In all honesty, there isn’t a person on this roster that shouldn’t understand what this is all about. Well, maybe the main eventers don’t. But EAW has a giant roster and there is talent being regularly wasted while the selected few, the favorites continually get every chance to try and fail. Example… I’m no fool. This is a man’s world, yet someone like me is clearly rising her way through the ranks. This episode of Showdown, they crammed my match into the preshow. What, is the EAW upper management worried about my Iconomy boys showing up and causing a little havoc? I already told y’all I’m going to do this one by myself. If they show up, it won’t be because I asked. They are right, united we conquer and divided we fall. But I don’t want any other Vixen to think I’m trying to cheat them at this. And I don’t want them to take that all as ammunition to use against me. So I made the decision to do this as me. It’s the most organic experience I can offer to the rest of the Vixens, just losing to Cailin Dillon because she doesn’t need any help. This is her, well, my destiny.
 
The car comes to a stop and she sits patiently as the door is opened. A polite smile is flashed to the driver as she walks into a hotel and starts heading down a hallway towards a room.
 
Cailin Dillon: This is nothing fancy, but when you’re working on starting a revolution, you can’t go with fancy, at least not at the beginning. You see, you start out small and get the background work done. You get your hands dirty before you make appearances. For me, my journey on the EoE path started out big against Maddie, but now I’m diving back down and working on getting these hands dirty. This girl, Alexis Parthenopaeus… what a last name. She’s in the same group as me in the eyes of the EAW’s decision makers. In their system of class, we are at the low end. They don’t see us among the top of the crop, and this tournament is our chance to take it. The problem for you is, I’m the more determined one out of the two of us. That much is crystal clear. But even while I’m beating you, realize that I’m also fighting for you. Just because we’re new doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be given the adequate opportunity to show we belong. I don’t care if you’ve been here for two weeks or five years, we’re all fighting for the same thing. We all want a chance to say we’re the best, and we all deserve that opportunity. Only a few of us have truly been chosen to represent the voiceless, and we’re letting ourselves be heard. But to make sure this mantra is taken seriously, I have to continue to make an example of everyone I’m matched up with. Sadly, Alexis, that now includes you.
 
Cailin enters a room and tosses her phone on the bed before walking up to a desk with a large mirror, she stares into it and smirks.
 
Cailin Dillon: It doesn’t matter what I did in my last match, this match I have to be even better. Every coach in the world is guilty of the same coach speak week in and week out. They all want to get better every day and win one day at a time. I win every day, that’s how I continue to get better. I’m taking every chance I can get to rise to the challenges the EAW has presented me with. They may put me in a lower class than I belong. None of us belong in classes at all! But I will continue to ascend to a greater level than they ever expected. I’ll do it however I can by any means necessary. You have chosen to remain mostly quiet which is a strangely noble strategy, but this tournament is all about making sure your voice is heard out of the ring and your power and potential is shown inside of it. It’s time to show the world who the best Vixens in the EAW really are. It’s all about survival of the fittest in the EoE.
 
Cailin pushes herself away from the mirror and crosses her arms.
 
Cailin Dillon: My choice — my strategy — is to make sure everyone understands exactly what I want to do. First up, Alexis, is beating you. After that, it will be on to the next one. Oh, I'm just getting started.

Showdown Promo:

*Kerry is training in a gym in Nebraska. Practicing punches on a punching bag. He smiles as his punches make the bag fly back, not even putting his full force into the punches.*

Kerry: Thomas Minns... And Troy Archello. Hmmm...

*Kerry sits thinking and wipes the accumulated sweat on his forehead with a towel. He then gets up and begins pacing*

Kerry: I'll start with Thomas, we've went over this before man, and you just keep saying the same thing. I don't pander to the fans, they just naturally like me and hate you for two reasons: one; you're fucking boring. Two: you're a rich douchebag with no respect for anyone but yourself and the person allying with you, in this case, Troy Archello. Why the hell do you keep badmouthing me Minns? Last time I checked, you're the one with something to prove. You're the one who got pinned in the triple threat, you're the one who lost to me, you're the one who only has a pre-show victory to show for your quite green career here. Has it been a warm welcome Tommy? Bet it hasn't. You don't deserve a warm welcome, but you did deserve that chairshot to the head. I'm going to have to thank Brett Kennedy for that.

*Kerry gets a vitamin water and sits back down, taking a huge gulp of it and setting it down, clearing his throat to speak again*

Kerry: Minns, Minns, Minns. Haven't you said you know me? If you knew me as well as you say you do, you'd know that the fans have seen my dark side. They know it's not such a sane venture into my past. They understand all of that. What you don't understand is your own implications, because you haven't proved shit. I've proved myself a bit, enough to get a bit of respect in this fucking place. But see, you haven't proved shit to anybody. All you've done is lose. Lose. And lose more, and as much as you'd like to call my victory "lucky, or a fluke" just know that if your shoulders are on the mat for three seconds, while the referee counts it. It's a pinfall Victory. Hey, if you would have won with that small package, you would be talking like you're the king of wherever the fuck you come from.

*Kerry realizes he's getting a bit heated and sits down. Massaging his temples with two fingers*

Kerry: Minns, you give me a headache man. I mean, how cocky can you be!? You aren't even training for the match from what I see. And as rich as you are, you still don't hold a candle to my in-ring skill. Money can't buy you skill Minns, it can't even buy you happiness. And it proves more that you're an idiot the way you flaunt it. People like me? I'm an honorable, honest person. Charles Dickens once said "What good is your purse, when you're poor in the heart"

*with that being said, Kerry gulps down the rest of the vitamin water and throws it away, clearing his throat once again to speak*

Kerry: Archello, you're one unlucky fucker to be teaming with this guy, I mean, haven't you been booked on Battleground for what, the past 3 weeks? They can't even find a place for you on the main card man. That makes me laugh. I don't mean to be an asshole about it. Your style excites me. You fly around, you look like an elf, I get the appeal. But again, you must be one unlucky fucker to team with the Harvard Graduate that makes Harvard look bad.

*Kerry gets off the chair, going and putting a shirt on. Before going back and sitting down again*

Kerry: that's just about it, but I'll tell you something. I'm hoping my partner will be showing up in this match if you will... He needs it, he looks like the opposite of Thomas Minns, a likeable, respectable, human being. Stay crazy everyone.

*Kerry salutes the camera before the feed fades out right as he gears up for another workout*

a brett kennedy blog.

Hey there, fellow Assholes. Guess who decided to join in the blog craze and start one up myself? Yep, you guessed right. Brett Kennedy has joined the Blogging Club. What is with me and joining things that have the initials 'BC'? Anyways, on my way to Battleground, I've been finally trying to get into the mind of Mitchell Street, hence why I decided to waste my time in even buying a laptop, a couple cases of Sprite (by the way, this blog is sponsored by Sprite. You want the taste of citrus in a soda? Well, too bad. Here's some fucking Sprite) and footage of every match Street took part of in Japan. 

I'll be honest with you guys, I didn't watch every match fully, just the last five minutes of it. Between seeing all these big time wannabes and the thought that my video was on mute so many times because of the silence of the Japanese 'fans'. I'm pretty sure half of that crowd was bullied to get in, just so they can fill some seats. I'm getting off-topic, though. I did study how Mitchell finished matches, and it seemed like the same. Ripoff some moves from legitimate top talent, and win. Seriously, all that's different from his moveset are how he names his shit. He has Brian Daniels' crossface, and everybody's favorite move, a fall-on-your-back Cutter. I'll give credit where credit is due, though. He looks good in his entrance. That's about the only thing he impresses me with.

Before you start, Assholes, no. I am not gay for him. Leave the fanfics alone for a second here.

Once I was done looking at old Mitchell Street matches, I decided to do the same thing with James Seymour. I had a lingering problem, though. When I was looking for some WMW shows to watch, there was none. I was kinda upset at the time, but later I found out that Seymour Butts was a career enhancement talent. I saw him lose to the likes of Carlos Rosso and Hades in dark shows because they needed to get those guys over. I have now come to the conclusion that Jimmy Seymour is not just a WMW reject, but broadly a pro wrestling reject. Nobody wants to put him over, and I can see why. He's a twig in tights with freckles. If we wanted a red head twig with freckles, we'd call Bob Backlund out of his wheelchair and make an appearance. At least he can make a Crossface Chickenwing look believable.

All in all, I was disappointed to look at both of these guys' pasts, because they always talk about how they were the best wherever they were. Meanwhile, when the spotlight shone on them, they choked under pressure. I guarantee this, fellas. I will never claim that I'm the best wrestler in the world, because I'm not. I simply don't have the time to learn all those wrestling moves and it really bites into my 'eat junk food and watch some quality sitcoms' timeslot. Yeah, I still go to the gym, but maybe for 45 minutes. I get what I need to do, and I stay damn handsome. But come on, enough about me, because I have a special treat for you.

I managed, through the power of hacking (and special hacking by your buddy and mine, Jarvis), to grab a little bit of Mitchell Street's next chapter in his little story. You know, the long thing he posts right after he's done talking sheepishly about how good he is. Anyways, I think you might like this version, because I did a little bit of editing to make it look much MUCH better than it does. I never noticed how bad Mitchell is at making stories...

this has been a brett kennedy blog. kiss my ass, Street.

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This is the part of the story where I try to make a convincing enough introduction and blabber on about how successful I have become, despite being rejected by every single living body I have met. It's really me trying to make myself relevant in a world where I have been irrelevant. You see what I did there? I put some bold words on here for people to notice, just in case they got bored with what I said early on. Sometimes, I put the bolded words in places where they don't need to be put down. It makes me seem more human, although it makes little to no sense. Wow, the more I think of it, the more boring of a person I become.

Have you ever wondered what my life would be if I didn't go into wrestling. I mean, I did have a successful life beforehand. Graduated some kind of junior college with a dead-end degree. I probably would have made enough money to rent myself a house. Even I thought that I'd be a Single-A pitcher at best anyways. So, I decided to give wrestling a shot, and I'm sorta in the same place. I'm not doing so well here in EAW, and nobody has given me much notice. *sigh* Story of my life.

When I said that part 4 would be my last installment, I kinda lied about it. I'm a huge attention whore, so I needed to make a fifth part in order to grab more attention to the fourteen year old emo demographic I have conquered. My stories have sounded so sad and deep, that I've caused about a dozen suicides in the past month. I don't call it an accomplishment, but I call it progress. This story takes place just a few months after the confrontation with my father. Just like every other story I have read, my dad was an asshole. He wanted me to become a 'respectable, young man'. Who the hell wants to do that? I wanna become a wrestler, daddy. Don't ruin my dreams *sob*. Anyways, my dad didn't want me to wrestle, so I said 'fuck you' and left for the crappy dojo in Japan...or was it Atlanta? I can't remember, because I don't even care about it myself.

I was just finished a pointless two hour session at the dojo, and I was ready to take a shower when my phone started buzzing all over the place. Thinking it was nothing, I just picked it up and ignored the call. Then, just a few seconds later, it buzzed again. Unknown caller, with a phone number from Georgia. I was thinking it was an old friend wanting to talk to me, so I actually decided to answer it.

.:Mitchell Street:.
Hello?

.:Phillip Street:.
Hey, bud. It's dad here.

Ugh, I thought I was done with him. This is the point of the story where I give out my thoughts, but don't italisise the text to differentiate the scene from my thoughts. It's a clever idea, and proves to you how much I'm looking for the sixteen year old scene children.

.:Mitchell Street:.
I thought you were done talking to me forever after I left.

.:Phillip Street:.
Well, yeah. I kinda was, but I wanted to tell you some things that I forgot to talk to you about.

I didn't know what he was talking about.

.:Mitchell Street:.
I don't know what you're talking about.

.:Phillip Street:.
I'll just straight up say it right now, since you're now old enough to understand. Your mother and I have been divorced for the past ten years.

.:Mitchell Street:.
...Wh- What?

.:Phillip Street:.
Yeah, when you turned 10, I found out a little secret about your mother that forced me to divorce her. We decided to stay in the same house so that you didn't have to live with the life of packing bags and switching houses every week. It would have been too hard for you.

.:Mitchell Street:.
Wait, hold on a minute. What do you mean 'secret about my mother'?

.:Phillip Street:.
Well, I think we all know that I have a very microscopic penis.

I knew that my dad was rocking a two inch stiffy for years. I mean, who doesn't go barging in while your dad is taking a piss?

.:Mitchell Street:.
Well, yeah. Everyone in Atlanta knows that you're rocking a tiny cock.

.:Phillip Street:.
Okay, so when your mother went to Canada for a month, she wasn't doing it to 'scout the Canadian baseball team'. She was actually banging a dude there

I couldn't believe it at first. My mom... a hooker? It just didn't feel right to me. I knew my mom for forever, she was one of the best scouts in the business. Everybody sa-

That's when everything started to line up. Those scouting sessions weren't really 'scouting sessions'. They were more like 'fucking as many people as possible sessions'. I finally went to my laptop that night and started searching for where my mom was. It was scary how many porn results I found of her. It was in the thousands.

For the next six months, I couldn't stop crying.

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Man, what a story. I hope that the Bridge City Edit made it more readable for every audience. Here's to you, Mitch. You're probably gonna trash this and make a whole new one, right? Glad to be of service. *wink wink*

[The scene begins in a dark room, with only the voice of a woman humming a soft lullaby in the background. After a moment, A light flickers on showing Tarah Nova sitting in a old rocking chair with the Vixens Championship on the end table next to her. Tarah smiles softly, looking at the camera.]

Everyday I look out into the fans and I see the people that keep me sane. I see the girls and boys--my freakshows--rooting for me to win. I don’t need to pray for a light to show me where to go because I’m already where I’m needed. Lumen, you said I don’t belong here. You said I’m not what EAW needs. Which is a lie, isn't it. I’m exactly what this place needs. I’m nothing like the girls that are standing in the back, begging for a spot in the limelight. Even though I hate having the spotlight on me, I’m in the middle of it. Everyone thinks I’m the jewel of the Vixens Division. That I’m the Vixens that gets what she wants at the drop of a hat. I’m not though. I rather be in the darkness, ruling the Division then trying to out shine everyone-- kind of what you're doing, Lumen. You believe that if you shine the brightest--brighter than every Vixens in the room, the EAW universe is going to notice you. I’m here to tell you that they won’t. This is a new era of Female Wrestling and it's ran by the Freaks. No one wants to see a walking flashlight, they want to see a Woman that isn’t afraid to be herself. Freaks--They're not going to go out like a tiny spark. Their going to be the brightest bulb in the room because they are the ones that people try to drown out. Try to not see but with me at the front of that army, the freaks are going to out shine even you.

Now, Lumen, I have been doing this for a long long time you see. I have fought the biggest and bled the most. I’m have been pissed off in the ring, sure but don’t tell me that my anger is going to be my undoing. Believe it or not, I can control it. You see, my secret of how I control my anger is because I’m always angry. Not to quote my favorite movie, The Avengers but it's the truth. I’m always mad and out of control and that's why I’m so damn good in the ring. Unlike most wrestlers, I don’t have to dig deep to fight. I don’t have to think of a happy place when I lose control. Its better to be pissed off in the ring then to be smiling and proud about oneself. Like for example, Madison use to be the happy go lucky Vixen that fought for rainbows and kittens. She came out to the ring every single day with this sickening smile and after every match she would walk back up that ramp with a sad look in her eyes because she lost. She lost every time and when she snapped; she became this power house. Now yes, Madison still loses now and again but that doesn’t matter. My point is that being angry and mean and hell, even violent is never going to be my undoing. Its going to be my uprising like is has been for that last three years. I’m not stressed, I’m perfectly fine. Nothing has be stressing me out. I mean I’m the Vixens Champion, what would stress me out? Now, I know you're probably thinking I’d say the new Vixens Stress me out, which is total bull. Personally, I don’t care about the newer Vixens like you, Lady Glowstick. None of you are a threat to me and you know it. You believe that you can change my ways with your light but the thing is I don’t what to change my ways. Your light voodoo mind tricks won’t work because I have been this way since the beginning. I am this dark energy that has been winning over the EAW universe for the last three years. I am the best at what I do and there is nothing you or anyone can do to me to change that.


[Tarah Leans forward in the rocking chair, staring into the camera]

So Lumen, you can spray paint my T-Shirts and try to out sas me but it won’t matter. You're not going to shine the brightest in that ring on Voltage. Its time for you to realize that I am much more than the “Super” Champion that you claim me to be. I am the Leader of the Vixens Division and the Queen of the Freaks; so basically nothing you say or do will faze me. :A smile forms on Tarah’s lips: Now I’m going to be the amazing Champion that I am and tell you what I’m going to do to you. When that bell rings; I’m going to show you that your light will never cover my darkness. I will beat you down, toy with your mind and finally squash you like that tiny lighting bug that you are. I feel like you are realising right now that I am already two steps ahead of you and the thing is; I am. In this whole tournament I am steps--hell, miles ahead of you and on Sunday you're going to see it for yourself why I am truly the best.

Believe that.

[Tarah Nova reaches over for her Vixens Championship and pulls it into her lap. She slowly slides her finger tips against the cold steel as the Camera zooms in on the Championship before fading into black.]

♥

And so, the plot thickens…

With the “coming-out party” of the newly formed Hexa-guns conveying more problems and even fewer solutions for the Chairman of the Board, I’d say that I just got a raise.  Because now – more than ever – he’s going to need to rely on me to keep his enemies at bay long enough to fuse a counterattack strong enough to obliterate them all.  Even though I remain in position within the trenches fighting the good fight with his emblem branded down the sleeve of my outer garments, there’s no denying the stupidity in his actions.  To enlist the aid of a fallen enemy whom you were just at odds with less than six months ago, to save a company that he would sooner die than thrive under Crash’s rule, was a mark of foolhardiness.  But with every great tragedy, comes a silver lining.  Now that the mask has been lifted and Judas has been exposed we can come together to extinguish this threat before it spreads.

Those that’ll stand opposite of enemy lines along with me, I only know through reputation.  Kevin has bad mouthed me a time or two in the past just as Rhaegar has, and although I have half a mind to abandon them both to their separate demises in an unbalanced fight, I just can’t risk it.  So for probably the first time in my life, I’ll willingly lay my pride down by the wayside to concentrate on what’s important; that being acquainting Hexa-gun to the crucial mistake they’ve made in choosing to go against the grain.  Ultimately they will be seized and tried before Zack Crash, and if found guilty of treason – which they undoubtedly will be – they will be hung, drawn, and quartered before a colony of their peers; to ensure that anyone who even so much as entertains the idea of treachery is too petrified to attempt.

Y2Impact, obviously you’re the brains behind the organization.  The motor which keeps the gears in motion and the machine in its entirety working efficiently.  There’s no denying that you’re the strongest member of your coterie; but I do have my doubts.  I know that you would never risk your career by aligning yourself with a rookie who can’t even stay awake during his own press conference – and based upon the fact that this group is referred to as “Hexa-gun” with only four members – I have reason to believe that you spared no expenses going forward in this war.  So either you have two unknown assailants lurking in the wings of Show-Down to take one of us out at the least suspecting moment or you’ve truly lost your touch.  Either way, I look forward to finding out because that just makes for more lives for me to confiscate to appease my rather abrasive appetite for flesh.  Tiberius Jones, I don’t know much of you except for your most recent Title reign, but I’m sure there’s more to you than meets the eye, like that unkept mane of yours.  As you’ve already noted, you were in fact the one who ended the career of one of my partners.  I find that mildly impressive, especially for a man of your reduced stature.  To act as a modern day David and slay the beast that is Goliath who has been wreaking havoc over the Land of Elite long before it was even classified as such, must have worked wonders and given you a huge spike in the popularity polls.  But in turn, it has worked against you and alerted me on why you shouldn’t be taken lightly.  So with that being said, I’m going to beat you as if you were a man of my size – beat you like a red-headed step child – like a depressed drunk who has been oppressed by society’s laws in search of someone to take it out on would physically cripple his wife; merely because I’m tired of stories like yours being told in the EAW.  It pisses me off to see the destructive Monster always falling to someone short of the size and skill.  This Saturday history will be rewritten; this time the little man won’t win.  Then lastly there’s Drake Jaegar, kid, I knew from the moment I first laid sights on you that I didn’t like you.  You’re the typical white trash American who was an ill-conceived product of his father’s nut sack.  I don’t blame him for burning rubber upon finding out that your whore of a Mother was pregnant and  I don’t blame her for committing suicide post breaking the news to him; because look at you, you’re a waste.  You wasted valuable camera time to say what exactly?  That Kevin and I are too “old” to be in this business?  Pft.  Believe you me kid, you can your sarcastic sympathy for another man, because we’ve been kicking asses and taking names long before you even knew how to wipe or spell your own.  I probably can’t speak for KD because I haven’t seen him perform in a while, but I can speak for myself; and I’m just as strong, tough, barbaric, and resilient as any other spring chicken in the Henhouse.  And if you don’t believe me, then I’ll be pleased to give you a demonstration.  Just keep in mind that I’m in the EAW for a reason, and that being strictly based on my accolades and talents; your arrival on the other hand is credited to the generosity of your leader.  I know you don’t think The Board was actually impressed by your rookie tryout tapes, asymmetrical do, knock-off aviators, and greaser jacket, do you?  Oh no.  Because deep down they know just as I do that you’re nothing but a pitiful, scared, lonely little orphan attempting to cover the wounds of being abandoned by your parents and survive in this big bad world of ours; in laymen’s terms a charity case; but don’t fret, soon you will be reunited with your shoddy mother.

 The camera pans to Raven with her leaning arm first against a wall. She turns her head in a slight motion and just stares into the camera with a very sadistic smirk on her face.

 "  I'm an easy match.. a second fatality even.. Oh how a mind full of ignorance truly works. Maddie, I understood you were delusional before but don't you recall I've already beaten you. In fact, it was the second easiest match in my entire career. It doesn't bother me with your opinions on me as a whole, Maddie. What bothers me is that you actually believe you are a decent entertainer. I'm not the one to make a joke but... I'm not. You're really far from entertaining. But you want to come at me and tell me what I lack? Well please, Maddie, tell me more. I lack charisma? Sure. I'm a very serious person. In fact, I'm being quite serious when I say you're a joke to this division. You're a waste of time and maybe it's time that someone finishes you off.

 Fear..? Yes, I feed off the fear from others, Maddie. I absorb that fear and push it far beyond one's imagination. But apparently that doesn't apply to you now does it. You claim to not fear me, and that is fine. Do you know what else I feed off of, Maddie? I also feed off of cocky egos that cloud the actually reality that one is enduring. But you see Maddie.. you're a special kind of stupid. The reason being is that you don't realize you've become what you hate. You're just another Tarah Nova. How you ask? All that you want is to be noticed over every other vixen. You want your name at the top.. but the rest of us beneath your feet. But your not! You can't handle that either can you, Maddie? You still talk big game even though you lost the big fight. But you continue to place us beneath you.. when your reality is.. you're no higher than girls like Cailin and I. The difference between you and I.. is that I see everyone as equals. There is no one person ranked higher than the other. The reason being is simply because in the end.. my vision has all of you ending in the exact same manner. You will fall to the hand of The Motor City Reaper.

 That is the harsh truth to your future, Maddie.. That is unless you kill your career yourself. You've seemed to have a pretty good start on that yourself. Now let's talk Battleground shall we? I'm going to be as blunt as possible with your simple mind. I am not your second fatality.. I'm sorry to break that to you but pound for pound I will beat you. That's not a guess.. it's not statistical.. it's not even an ego. It's inevitable. When I get my hands on you.. I'm going to give you a different kind of treatment, Maddie. I'm going to take that head of yours.. and I'm going to ram into my knees until I feel bored... and then I'm going to take your lifeless body to the center of the ring and snap your spine.. curtsey of The Ravens Crossing. When all is said and done it will not be a fatality.. but it'll be a brutality. I will inflict the most violence this division has ever seen at your expense. Keep talking, Maddie.. Give me more reasons to bash your skull in. There is nothing but space and opportunity. 

 Raven let's out a huge roar before the camera fades to black.

(Kevin Devastation is shown sitting alone in what looks like the rafters of the Pinnacle Bank Arena, the site of where Showdown will hail from this saturday. He is wearing a black tank top, a small golden cross necklace and a pair of black leather pants. Kevin Devastation has half of his face painted in his normal facepaint, and the other half is bare. Kevin Devastation looks down and sees the bare arena below. He stares off into it...)

I believe its time I entered the game...

(Kevin Devastation looks towards the camera now, and cracks an all to familiar smirk.)

Oh you thought last week that I came back to be a corporate yes man, right? Well allow me to tell all of you, and I want the men in Hexa Gun to listen very closely to these words. I do not say yes to anybody anymore, and if you think that I am showing up in a suit and tie, then you are very mistaken. I am Kevin Devastation, I am back on Showdown to show you all one thing and one thing alone. THAT NO MATTER THE AGE, NO MATTER HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN GONE, AND NO MATTER THE INJURY............KEVIN DEVASTATION REMAINS HERE IN YOUR FACE AND READY TO FIGHT. I am here, I am ready for what you throw at me Impact, you and your little group can NEVER keep me down. You may be able to keep Hades down, you may be able to keep Rhaegar down, but I am a different breed. I am a different entity all together and you know it, Tiberius Jones knows it, and your new boy Drake will soon know it also. TJ may have beat me the last time I had a match at Road To Redemption, I give him that and that alone. Because as I can see now, it is the GREATEST thing he has ever done in this business...TRY AND KEEP KEVIN DEVASTATION DOWN FOR GOOD! Many men have stepped up and tried to do that same thing, Cyclone, Jones, Jaywalker, DEDEDE, Black, Parker, Daniels, Darkthrone, Vendetta, and the list goes on Impact. I don't think we have ever had a true greeting inside the ring where we actually were at war, and this is a war, and now that I have you in MY sights I want to tell you how happy I am to have you as my new adversary. I want to make my mark again, I want to make sure that the people see that Kevin Devastation is back and yes I am better than ever Impact, you and your "Hexa Gun" will see that soon. I can say this though, you did do a great job at fooling Zach Crash at Mid Summer Massacre. Try me now Impact, try me now Drake, try me NOW TJ.

(Kevin Devastation begins to walk away from the camera down a cat walk as the camera man follows him. Kev still looking down at the empty arena smiling looks back...)

Oh and when you do, make sure your gun is fully loaded. Because last time it took EVERYTHING Tiberius Jones had to pin me in the middle of the ring, well that and to muster every ounce of strength he had to piledrive me right in the middle of the ring and give me my walking papers. But as it would seem that after almost a year, I have been revitalized in more than just training. It seems I have a new mindset, a new career path, and most importantly I have exiled the one thing that kept me from ending your championship dreams for good last Road To Redemption TJ, the one thing that set the course for everything in the first place. I am no longer about EGO, and all the things it can do to a human being. Face Kevin Devastation with a clear head, face a Kevin Devastation that does not go around spewing that he is God, and instead just showing you inside the ring why he is on the upper levels of pro wrestling. IT ISN'T ABOUT THE MONEY AND THE POWER TJ, IT IS ABOUT SENDING THE MESSAGE TO YOU AND YOUR BOYS THAT I AM NOT A CORPORATE YES MAN, THAT I AM YOUR WORST GOD DAMN NIGHTMARE INSIDE THE RING AND OUT OF IT! I am what I believe I am, and that alone is enough to beat you, that alone is enough to send you and Hexa Gun running away with their tails tucked between their legs. So this saturday, this time TJ I want you inside the ring, no stips, no side bets, no kind of dirty dealings, just Tiberius Jones going against Kevin Devastation for this old man to show you that you just don't fuck with the old school, because sometimes you find yourself as one of the young smart son of a bitches who find themselves in a pine box more so than they see themselves on top of the world. So TJ, since we last met you had a lot of plans, a lot of things you wanted to do that you could never do because Kevin Devastation was in charge, right? So...it has been many months, and I do see that you had a National Extreme title run, I wanna say gratzi on that kid, I won that title within a few months of being here to. You are on your way, that's a good thing...WELL IT WAS A GOOD THING UNTIL YOU DECIDED TO BE IN THE HEXA GUN, TO BE IN THE GROUP THAT TRIED TO RUIN MY HOMECOMING, THAT HAS BEEN HERE ALL OF TWO MINUTES AND THINK YOU CAN RUN THIS PLACE???? YOU....DO...NOT...RUN...ANYTHING...AROUND...HERE!!! You however do run your mouth, you run down to the ring and assault Zack Crash, you run with a pack of Mercenaries, and you will run from Kevin Devastation when I show you just how happy I am to get a shot at you again. Just so I can take that little happy go lucky grin you have, AND SLAP IT OFF YOUR FACE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I FEEL LIKE JUST WATCHING YOU TRY AND ACT HARD IS MAKING THE BLOOD PUMP THROUGH MY VEINS LIKE I AM ABOUT TO GO INTO A PPV MAIN EVENT, DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TJ IT FEELS GOOD!

(Kevin Devastation begins to laugh and look around himself in a bit of a daze, just looking at all the emptiness of the arena, and the lone camera man standing there filming him. And Kevin Devastation pulls out a small tube of black paint from his back pocket, and opens it up as he is still laughing as begins to take his index finger and apply some to the bare side of his face in a sloppy extended smile and around his eye, and then just tosses the tube down below. He smiles and laughs some more, and then gets real close to the camera again.)

AND DRAKE JAEGAR, IT'LL BE GOOD TO SEE EXACTLY WHAT KINDA TRAINING YOU HAVE IN THE FORM OF PSYCHOPATHS 101 AHAHAHAHAHA. BECAUSE YOU JUST ENTERED A MATCH THAT HAS A DEADMAN, A KOMODO DRAGON, A SPARTAN, A OVER BLOATED WIND BAG WITH A WENCH...AND INSANITY, EXPERIENCE, A HALL OF FAME CAREER, AND THE ABILITY TO SHOW YOU WHO REALLY RUNS THIS JOINT  ALL ROLLED UP INTO A MAN NAMED KEVIN DEVASTATION! TA TA FOR NOW, SEE YA ON SHOWDOWN!

See there's the difference, I don't have to criticize the next person who drops the ball. Because I simply don't care who drops the ball, I don't care who was given the hype as the MAN who is going to carry EAW into a new spectrum, a new era! I was not given the hype as the man to carry EAW even with the EAW Championship. I was given the book of “ways to fuck over Diamond Cage so we can end his EAW Title reign” very short lived book, you might of read it. I remember December 20^th, Prudential Center, the main event, an EAW Championship Elimination Chamber match, but I fail to remember anyone being around me, because I remember the only man standing in the ring when the smoke cleared and I will be the only man standing when I beat you on Showdown. When you say you know Diamond Cage you only know the part you were here to see with your own eyes, all of that shit, the title matches stripped away, helping DDD at House of Glass, honestly recently happened. It just adds to my point that while I was doing my shit and carrying EAW without the belt, you were an afterthought. You don't know my rise, you don't my story, but obviously you would know my down fall. I bet everyone knows my down fall. I don't fucking care, you've brought it up so many times I am afraid to see what is going to come after I beat you, because there will be more “bust title reign this” and “bust title reign that” and that seems to be the only thing anyone has against me. I'm all for evolving and I am glad you have evolved as a competitor, but that doesn't mean you are immune to fucking up someday. It happens to all of us, we don't live in a fucking perfect world. Were all going to die someday, were all not going to be rich, some of us with different colors of skin will be killed tomorrow by a man who is supposedly suppose to be protecting society, but really that is just a gang of it's own. Not everything is going to go your fucking way, maybe you think since you've beaten guys on the way since I held the EAW title, and maybe you think since you've got yourself a briefcase there, I understand. I really do, because I know what you have to endure to capture that briefcase, and you did the thing a man does. You decided to cash in that briefcase in a straight up match. 

I respect it greatly, but this world you are living in where things are only going your way. Is going to come crashing down around you, nothing perfect remains, there's always a rawness, an evilness, a simply put dark cloud that rains and destroys everything with it's powerful thunder and lightening strikes. I am proof, but you need destruction to grow, you need nothing to become something, and I am proof of that. You are proof of a young guy six months in, doing what it took me three years to do and I've been here four. You are a flower, a blooming flower, and you can consider Diamond Cage not the water to feed your seed, not the seed to help you grow, consider Diamond Cage as maybe not your destruction, but the start of it. You keep telling me that you are going to defeat me because only you and you only believe that you can defeat me, you are training your mind and not letting any sense of doubt creep into that mind of yours about if you can defeat this man. So you have told yourself for every single day of this week that you can defeat Diamond Cage, and now you are starting to believe it. I am not fighting for anything old guard, I am not fighting to represent anything, see I have a family to feed. I have a wife to support, I have kids to feed, and I also love what I do. I love feeling the energy of the crowd, I love sending punches left and right and having teeth knocked out and coughing out my lungs and getting up and go to the next town to do it all over again. I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT! As I will serve a role in your little story, because I agree it is a little story with little importance, you'll serve as a short paragraph in my never ending novel. It's funny, just a year ago I was calling out these “old tokers” and now you consider me the old toker. It's flattering, it's almost special now I know how Mr. DEDEDE feels when they call him old, but this “old toker” isn't insecure about anything. If anything I am secure on the fact that I don't have to keep telling myself I am going to beat you, I am secure on the fact that I don't care what you do whether you win the EAW Championship or you don't win it. I am only secure on the fact that I am walking into that ring and since were not trying to be cliche here, I am not going to say I am going to die because we both know no one in EAW really has the balls to pull the trigger on Diamond Cage and make me leave because that is the only way I'll ever stop throwing my fist, until someone PULLS THE TRIGGER AND LAYS ME TO SLAUGHTER! I won't die in that ring but for you to beat me, you're going to have to come damn close to killing me to walk out of that ring with this victory that you've been training to tell your mind that you need. This seems fitting, you facing the guy whose reign ended from the guy you'll be clashing with for the EAW Title, everything just seems perfect right, in your perfect world, everything goes right because you want to be the next unoriginal prick to claim the award of Best In the World. Good for fucking you, I don't care. Bring your ass to the ring on Showdown, I find it how you claim the common theme in our war of words is reality, I would of never thought it's how many times DC has dropped the ball and how many times Jamie has shoved down our throats he'll become the EAW Champion. You are the pulse of EAW? No wonder this place is shit, because the pulse of EAW is weak, the pulse of EAW is so insecure he has forced himself to believe he's walking into a situation with a Diamond Cage who isn't himself, fine I'll admit to it. My knees hurt, my back hurts, I have battle scars I wear as tattoos, maybe I have become an old guard, but one thing that you need to get inside that head of yours is being the pulse of this company where favoritism prevails is one of the reasons that your head will become familiar with my blade. No pulse then no EAW, seems like a perfect way to start the crusade.

[In his private theater room located inside The Lair, Y2Impact is shown sitting down clad in a diamond-studded leather jacket with Hexa-gun's logo on the back with his ear-to-ear grin encompassing the expression on his face. He has a blueprint page in his hand reading "HEXA-GUN" dated July 7th, 2015 on its title. It was clear he'd been scheming and plotting the faction's formation for some time. He momentarily begins speaking]

"Old habits die hard..."

[Y2Impact presses the "play" button on his remote and the footage rolls. It flashes us back to the events of Voltage several months ago in May, just before Y2Impact returned, showing Chairman Zack Crash firing Y2Impact from his position as General Manager of Voltage and the subsequent success of The Mercenaries and his partner, Heart Break Gal. He presses rewind back to the very instant Crash stated that he was fired, he pauses the footage, smiles, and intently looks into the camera as if ready to explain his actions]

I made my return to this business three months ago with the expectation I'd be pulling double-duty as both an active wrestler and the fair, just, righteous General Manager capable of making tough decisions others would balk at whilst simultaneously retaining my keen eye for talent and prospects. I had been effective at both crafts in the past, dare I say even mastered them, and my recovery from injury was finally sufficient enough to once again emerge from those shadows and creatively challenge myself in fresh and exciting ways I hadn't already done before. Zack Crash was a man who once promised me job security, who intimated right in my face as the ink dried on my newly signed contract that EAW couldn't possibly find someone more well-equipped to govern over a brand than yours truly. I was determined to succeed in both fields, but unfortunately and much to my chagrin, Crash denied me the opportunity to pass through Heaven's gates and swiftly attempted sending me down to Hell. I faced the EAW Champion in my first match back and Crash was so worried a wrestler who hadn't participated in a match in nearly a year would defeat his hand-picked superstar to usher in EAW's next generation that he was forced to intercede and rear his ugly head where it didn't belong. He developed a convenient case of amnesia and made the mistake of heeding my proposition and enlisted "special forces" to assist EAW in combating Dynasty's mutineers. Of course, I can't quite say I was even slightly taken by surprise when he accepted my offer. I'm an influential speaker, and if I'm capable of drawing bonafide stalwarts like Tiberius Jones, Drake Jaeger, and The Burned Man "Rodrik" into my mercenary band, how difficult could it be to coax and deceive arguably the least shrewd Chairman in EAW's existence? He was desperate to find a remedy to the terrors that plagued him, and in the folly of his obtuse naivety, he allowed the sickness to spread and gave Hexa-gun the perfect platform to introduce themselves. What Rhaegar, Hades, and Kevin Devastation will discover on Showdown is what everyone else already found out at Midsummer Massacre; that Hexa-gun means business, we don't take prisoners, we don't take hostages, because we're already armed with the manpower to crush our enemies and harvest their spirit without leaving the faintest trace behind. Our plans will be carried out, we'll redefine what it means to be a wrestler, and all those that oppose us will be promptly dealt with in militaristic fashion. The seeds for my renaissance were planted long ago; now, that vibrantly colored tree is bearing fruit and Hexa-gun is eating it. I haven't forgotten the day I was handed my walking papers as GM by none other than Zack Crash, and unfortunately for him, he'll live to remember it.

With all of that being said, I couldn't very well leave the audience that hangs on my every word with an ambiguous statement like that. I'm a man who doesn't enjoy operating in hypothetical circumstances, who isn't especially eager to be patient while the pieces of the puzzle slowly fall into place. I dug into my reserves and exercised every last bit of restraint I possessed when I kept Hexa-gun under wraps. I offer my sincerest apologies, but that's simply not a luxury I can afford at this present time, and so without further ado... Let's stop acting like the elephant in the room isn't there and properly address the events that transpired in my tag team match at Midsummer Massacre. Heart Break Gal and I wreaked havoc in so many different ways at that event, perhaps stockholders should suggest EAW consider renaming it Mercenary Massacre. Heart Break Gal and I are so talented and harmonious, we both went on vocals together and sang the swan song of Christopher Corrupt's forgettable career. We struck every note with precision that would make "The White Death" Simo Hayha jealous, we executed every offensive maneuver and orchestrated the entire match to perfection, and our onslaught continued with blistering fury until Corrupt was put of commission and stacked on the same shelf The Savage Ryans, Death by Velocity, and The Renegades have already fallen victim to. Not to worry, however! Retirement is merely a formality and Jacob Senn's bereaved, precious friend Christopher Corrupt can continue living on vicariously through him gnawing at scraps fit for a peasant while Heart Break Gal and I receive treatment given exclusively to true royalty as the pretenders die off. Happy hunting, Christopher Corrupt, and may your next life venture be just a tad more prosperous than your last.

[A smug Y2Impact walks out of the room, the name "Hexa-gun" emblazoned on the back of his jacket being the last image seen by the camera. Exit scene]

$ Not long after Rokuro Masuda visited his father's final resting place for the first time since his death,  he received a call from his sister. His sister informed him of his mother's unfortunate passing in Japan. Mauda flew to Japan as soon as he got the news. Now he is headed back to the United States to continue his work at Masuda Corp. $

(Rokuro Masuda is about to board his private jet when his sister approaches him with a box)

Rokuro's Sister: Rokuro... I know exactly how you feel.

Rokuro: No, you don't know how I feel. You were there with her when she died and I was not. Because I was too busy in America running dad's company.

Rokuro's Sister: I'm sorry, brother... She's in a much better place now though. We should be happy for her.

Rokuro: You don't know that. How can I feel happy when I won't ever see  the woman that brought me into this world again. I feel so damn empty. You have no idea how much I hate myself for not being able to be there for her when she needed me, when she wanted to see me.

*Rokuro's sister hugs him tight*

Rokuro's Sister: It's okay, brother. Everything will be fine.

*Rokuro smiles at his sister*

Rokuro: You are so much like her.

*His sister smiles back*

Rokuro: I'm got to go. I don't want to be late I got a meeting tomorrow morning.

Rokuro's Sister: Wait, mother wanted you to have this.

(Rokuro's sister gives him a big box seemingly full of old documents and papers)

Rokuro: What is that?

Rokuro's Sister: I don't know.. Mother never told me. She wanted you to have it though.

Rokuro: I see... Well, it's time for me to go. Farewell, sister.

(Rokuro turns his back to his sister and walks into the jet)

Rokuro's Sister: Hey, Rokuro!

Rokuro: Huh?

Rokuro's Sister: Take care, brother !!

(Rokuro raises his hand as he continues to walk)

$ Several hours later, in the air headed to America, Rokuro opens the box his mother gave to him and finds a letter. $

"Dear, Rokuro

I know you're facing difficult times. You have so much work and such little time in your hands it's driving you crazy and to top it all off I have this terrible disease. Time is so short that's why you have to enjoy every minute, every second of it. I don't want you to cry for me, I want you to be strong and continue on. I know it's not easy losing someone you love. But you need to know that I will always be with you. Not physically, but I will be there, ALWAYS. When you feel lost I will help you find your way because there's always light at the end of the tunnel, my precious little boy. Life sometimes will knock you down, but you can not stay down. You have to find strength from within, get up and fight back and you will THRIVE. You will OVERCOME. I don't have much time left so I'll make this as quick as possible.

Before you continue reading this letter I want you to know that I love you and your sister more than anything or anyone in the world. Which is why I did what I did. I lied to you both. Understand that I didn't tell you this sooner because I was afraid, afraid of rejection, afraid I would put the two of you in danger. Your father... Satoru Masuda is alive. He's alive I just don't know where. He entrusted you with MasudaCorp. but he could be coming back eventually to reclaim his company. You know our family has been a victim of slander many, many times before in the past. And although I never believed anything that was spoken about your father sometimes I think that it was all true...

The truth has unfolded. I hope you understand my motives. I hope you understand why I did what I did. I had no choice.

Love, your mother."

(Rokuro looks away with an angered countenance as the camera fades to black)

$ After reading his mother's letter and discovering the truth about his father, Rokuro lands safely in New York. The video ends with a mysterious man seemingly stalking Rokuro at the airport $

 
 
 
 

"Embrace...The Freak."
Showdown Promo I

(The scene begins as Troy Archello is pacing around a steel chair as a low-def camera is recording his every move.  He is very hesitant to speak at first, but begins to laugh and sits down on the chair as the camera transitions into another scene.)

I’m embracing the true me.  The Freak.

I told you so.  I beat you, Pyscho Brody; fair and square.  I noticed a lot of booing and just a lot of hate, so I guess the world’s still normal.  Ladies and gentlemen, idiots and bigger idiots: like me or not, I beat the “Big…Ferocious BROOODY”.  There’s no more excuses and rematch clauses, reject Hulk; if I want to ever face you again, I’ll let you know, and trust me, you’ll know.  I’m feeling this tonight, you guys; Kicking Brody’s ass was not just a want, it was a blessing in disguise because I’m back.  The Freak in flesh and blood is back to piss off the corporate masses once again. 

Would you look at that?  I’m finally back on Showdown this week…teaming with this Thomas Minns guy.  Okay, okay…I don’t know the guy too well, but with someone like me in this team, I know we’ll be asskicking machines.  So apparently we’re going up against some guys called Kerry Keller and Ryan Daniels, and oh, let the smart remarks begin.  Thomas, man…maybe even buddy, we have never met before, but I saw Showdown last week and saw your dreams get crushed pretty quickly.  Now, I have question for you, Thomas: What are you going to do about it?  Are you going to be a quitter and walk home or are you going to come back, stronger than ever and ready to move to greater things?  I would recommend the second thing because if I don’t get your full on cooperation, you will be receiving something I like to call a broken nose and deformed face; the Gore Combo.  I already know I’m not really well liked in the locker room, so either way, it won’t affect my image, but it sure as hell will affect yours.  Since I need you in this match so I won’t get jumped by two guys, I’ll lay off the kicking until afterwards.  I have some respect for you since you stand up for yourself and believe your own hype, but I believe that we will have a disagreement about one thing: Who’s really the best.  I will just prove how much better I am than you while scoring a win.  I would recommend you to do what you need to do and be prepared for our match this Saturday, partner. 

P.S. I’ll make sure that you have that win against Kerry Keller, but we go with MY rules and MY way.  Deal?
 
It’s opponent time!  Where I talk about how miserable my opponents will be after I lodge my foot down their throats and up other holes that release waste.  Who shall become my first victim?  I’m looking at Brian Daniels long lost brother, Ryan Daniels.  In all seriousness, I don’t know much about you, but unless you prove to me, I’ll look at you as a sidepiece and focus on Grade A asshole, Kerry Keller.  All I can tell you is be prepared for everything you’ve heard about me; I don’t have any feelings in my body besides hate and revenge.  I will take you to your limit and take you to the highest stars, but you’ll ultimately end up in the deepest of trenches.  It’s unfortunate that you were put against two guys looking for a fight, but I expect you to be somewhat cooperative and fight back.  I won’t doubt you too much, but like I’ve said again and again; I want to kick ass and if it requires for me to get mine kicked for the best satisfaction, I’m okay with it.  I semi-wish you luck since I couldn’t care less about what you have in store for me or another stereotypical catchphrase that your typical villain-ish character says.  Just bring your boots and gear and prepare for possibly one of the biggest matches of your career. 
 
Kerry Keller, are you about to be humiliated across the world about now?  I’m pretty damn sure you will be.  First off, what’s with the name?  Your name sound like some kinky stripper or something!  Oops, did I say that out loud?  Sorry, but not sorry.  I know that you’re looking for a break after losing to Brett Kennedy, but I don’t think you’ll be finding that this week.  You see, I’m going to jump into that ring, get all in your face, give you a beating of a lifetime, pin you, and leave.  It’s as simple as that; I do this all the time and I know you’ve barely met me, but I’m just giving you the basics of what’s pretty much going to happen in this match.  If you look at me as a joke, that’s not the real joke in this situation.  The joke is that I’m going to show merciless destruction and walk away with no regrets or feelings of sympathy for you or your partner this week since all the humanity in me is all gone.  Don’t take it with a grain of salt, kid: This will either help define you or just leave in a path of failure galore.  I know that you’re in a similar situation of not being liked by many, but here’s the funny thing about that similarity; I’ve built that reputation for quite some time now and I would love to wipe any smug faces you do during the course of this whole spill.  However, I expect you to bring the whole package and not forget your skills at home.  Make this match at least entertaining for me and the audience.  It’s on you: I don’t want a man under a coward’s name to come on; I want a fight against a real wrestler.  Anything else will upset me, and would you really want that? 
 
That was satisfying, but this is only the beginning of my journey back to the top of the food chain.  I’m not the same man that came into that ring in AWF 2 years ago; I know every trick in the book.  You see: I’m not here for the experience of being in this company; I’m simply here to cause havoc and make my mark through it all, thick and thin.  Don’t be afraid, but be ready to experience the destiny of every man and woman; death. Memento Mori. Don’t forget that you must die.
 

(Archello gets up and leaves the room as the camera fades.)

Tyler Parker, Bust of the Year 2011, EAW World Heavyweight Champion. EAW Hall of Famer, one of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Brian Daniels, Multiple hiatuses, two time World Champion, EAW Hall of Famer. Prince of Phenomenal, former world champion, given tons of hype and fire up his ass, EAW Hall Of Famer. Now these men I've listed are great in their own way, that is why they are blessed with being in that hall of fame, but the common thing they share is that they've been given hype and have dropped the ball before. I'm most recently the guy who dropped the ball, once again you aren't very original, I was never suppose to carry EAW. As painfully truthful as it is, that is it, and I have had to deal with it, Zack Crash didn't want Diamond Cage holding the holy grail of the company and he sure as hell didn't want me to carry it. So what does he do? He does what any man would do, he has a hand picked champion, someone who thinks their shit doesn't stink in Xavier Williams. And he cashes in the damn briefcase on me, now you are in a similar position, Xavier is now not a hand picked champion of Zack, so now maybe you are a hand picked guy? Maybe that is another reason to tell you why we are so different. I am not a hand picked guy, ask Demon, ask anyone. But I am a true rebel in the flesh because even though I wasn't the hand picked guy I still achieved a goal that men can only dream of achieving, and you are dreaming of becoming EAW Champion. Not a guarantee it is going to happen, but why is Diamond Cage singled out? Why now do people want to be on my ass about me dropping the ball? No one was on Colin's ass or Hurricane Hawk's ass. So why are they on mine? It's easy it's the new flavor of the month because you elitist go from calling the guy who leaks fluids out of his mouth, to the guy who will never be champion, to being proud that I became champion only to call me out on not being able to carry the ball. But how can you call me out if you never had the ball to begin with? You know maybe I should kill all the bullshit right now about Diamond Cage and his reign as EAW Champion, I would understand everything everyone is saying if Diamond Cage wasn't a fighting champion, but I was a fighting champion. Hell the odds were stacked against me every time I defended the championship, Fighting Spirit, Lannister, Hades, Crash, all hate me, really don't have a beef with each other and I survived. I defended the championship, but guys like Colin who just won the title barely even defends the fucking championship and are they being talked about as guys who dropped the ball? HE LOSES IT ON HIS FIRST FUCKING CHAMPIONSHIP DEFENSE! You've been here six months correct? Who the fuck are you to know anything about the hype I received? Let me tell you something, while you were swimming your way to shore to get this piece of shit company, I was fighting to get back in this company because I lost everything to a prick named Ryan Adams, that son of a bitch fired me, stabbed me in the back and then took my family, you don't know what it's like to lose something in this business. You entered the Cash in the Vault briefcase, I commend you, and maybe you have proven stuff to HBB and Hades and you looked great, I wouldn't know, I had my own personal shit going on and even if I was paying attention I wouldn't pay attention to you because once again I fear no guy with a briefcase.

 But little did you know, facing HBB in this day in age isn't anything to brag about, the man has been broken for as long as I can remember, hell I was in the ring with his prone body I can feel the weakness oozing out of that man. And Hades? Hades hasn't been anywhere near his old self that everyone thought would carry EAW since he LOST his Answers World Championship. Degenerate, you consider me a degenerate? Thank you. It took you until now to realize that? I'm not walking into Showdown to leave you with cuts and bruises, and stain the canvas with your blood, I am walking into Showdown to prove to you that I am still THE most dangerous sadistic entente this profession has ever seen, I am walking into Showdown not to be defeated as much you keep shoving that down people's throats like I've just suddenly become this obsolete man walking the halls of every arena trying to cling to any remaining hope that I can rescue a dead career. It isn't the way that I dress that makes me different from, it's the fact that I've lost everything before and I fought and maybe I lost everything again but the fact is I'll continue to fight and young guys like you who have never had the bitter taste of failure in your mouth will never know whats it like to send punches and fight tooth and nail for something THAT NO ONE BELIEVED YOU WOULD EVER FUCKING ACHIEVE! THAT IS ME, I AM AN ANAMOLY, I AM SOMETHING THAT WASN'T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN! NO MATTER THE DARK CLOUD, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU THINK DIAMOND CAGE IS JUST GOING TO LAY DOWN AND DIE FOR YOU BECAUSE I AM IN THE WAY OF YOUR “INEVITABLE” DESTINY IT JUST ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN! That is a fantasy that you will tell your children when you tuck them in at night and tell them everything will be alright, that is a fantasy, I live in a reality. Wanna know some reality? Diamond Cage won the EAW Title, DIAMOND CAGE LOST THE FUCKING EAW CHAMPIONSHIP! That is a painful truth, I've dealt with it, I don't need to be reminded about dropping the ball, because believe it or not Robbie V the guy whose title reign was once forgotten is now magically remembered and he DROPPED the ball also, I am not the first, I certainly won't be the last, but I will overcome this like I have overcome any professional or personal low in my entire career because you can't kill me, I'm a disease. The kingdom, the terror dome I am speaking of, I helped build, I built Elite Answers Wrestling in a War Games match with other individuals. I'll destroy this piece of shit brick by fiery fucking brick if it's the last thing I do, I don't give a fuck about you on your road to the EAW Title, I don't give a fuck about Xavier as champion, I don't give a fuck about anything in this company. I care about one simple thing and that is revenge, something you don't know about, something I could never explain. So I look at you as target practice, but you aren't the main target, you may consider your will and determination to be up to par or maybe past mine because I haven't been the man I use to be, but you haven't been tested as a man boy. You playing little league, with your little league briefcase, and your swinging for the fences, but don't forget although I haven't been kicking ass and taking names recently, I still swim with sharks and I haven't been killed yet by any of them! You base the man your facing over his championship reign, but you seem to not know enough about the devil who will be staring you right in your face, punching you right in your face and walking over your prone body.

I find it difficult to watch you people strain yourself to the limit.. just really tiresome.

It feels like there isn't even a threat there anymore. All the previous world champions encountered a competitor or two during their reign that fundamentally challenged their reign and made them reassess their plans a few times but I am just not seeing it. It can be declared that I have only held my world championship for a few mere months and that the real challenges lie ahead of me but I can go through a whole catalog of competitors deemed 'worthy' holders of my world championship and spare us the waste of the time by telling you that they have no chance whatsoever. There is this idea that is thrown around the field quite recurrently, an idea that I held to be inaccurate for such a long time but within the past few weeks month, I have had to reevaluate my position on the stance. It is thought among some in our field that the chase for a world championship provides much more thrill and pleasantry and probability and that somehow is more preferable than the idea of being a world champion itself. As a man who was stuck in the same thought process of pursuing for years could not begin to understand what kind of sane man would believe in such a preposterous idea but now that I have deviated sides and look down from the throne rather than vise versa, I may be coming to understand what all those senseless men were talking about. This is in no way illustrating or depicting that I am not fond of being a world champion because I am but for me, it has gotten a bit mundane that every substantial competitor is going after the two other world titles whilst I am subjected to veterans who get injured a week before one of their biggest matches or one time world champions who are still trying to find their feet in the ring after tumbling down to the ground the first time around. If this was already not made clear before, then I will make it clear now. I am not a world champion who will lay low and let my world champion carry on for months without adding any merit to it. To do that, I would be pulling all mass with no weight whatsoever. The mass is important and my world title reign is important but if there is no weight or merit to it, what is there really to be content of other than the matter of fact that you got to imprint your name on a title for a few weeks? I can find any decrepit title and imprint my name on it but I chose to go after this Answers World Championship because of the weight that it has been credited by previous champions and I will not be the runt of the litter in the lot that never made anything of his reign than facing the same gray competitors who predetermined the match for me before it really even started. If anything, this is a notice to all that I have no intention of jesting around. I am a man who is so often facetious and arrogant and satirical but once my business enters that ring, all my focus turns to putting you down once and for all. 

With that said, it seems awfully timed considering the matter of fact that I have to face the company's endorsed monster the very next week on Voltage. This is taking everything away from you and to be quite honest, you really don't have any room to claim otherwise, do you? They have taken your pride and you cannot even look me in the eyes anymore. It seems that almost a year ago, your promotion not only lived in your name and appearance but also your talent in the ring. I know because I was often a target of your order and animosity but I would be willing to take that monster back in a heart beat knowing that he would give me actual competition despite the matter of fact that I would have to get stitched up. It's not that your capability has been drawn out either but once a man starts spending a reasonable amount of time in a single state of mind.. he comes to believe that his whole life revolves around that state of mind and thus, you are currently lacking any dignity - you have no ego! But you will not find me feeling empathy for you whatsoever because the matter of fact is that there is really no one to blame but yourself. Once you subject yourself to such levels, you must be willing to take the heat but in your case, you kept falling and falling until you eventually passed out. Last weeks showing at Midsummer Massacre really disintegrated any amount of pride you had left and now you are lost. It is true that you have found yourself facing the Answers World Champion the very next week but after accepting such humbling losses, how can you honestly look one in the eye and still claim that you have what it takes to pull out the victory? You have no support left and your merit as this point in stage is that parallel to a rookie who is getting ready for his debut match by the weekends end. The base that was once set that you were the man who not one other elitist had a chance of taking down has been set and destroyed and all the fundamentals you once knew pure are decamped so Psycho Brody, take a good hard look at your situation and realize that it will do you better to actually not show up on Voltage this weekend. I have no intention of ending your career for it would serve me nothing and give me no interest or gain and most importantly, it would just outright be uninteresting. It does me no good and it certainly does not do you any good so I really don't want to exercise more effort than I really should have to. I claim to seek for higher quality opponents and then tell you to take your hands off the trigger Psycho Brody but the thing is, I can tell from the start that you fighting at your peak level wouldn't still be enough to warrant me a challenge - much less another form of you that is nowhere close to your peak. The quality of your career is much more important than your career itself and this point in stage, your career warrants exactly zilch. Let this be a favor from the Answers World Champion to yourself Psycho Brody, choose the uncomplicated way for the door is only a few mere feet away. If you persist on your luck though then I will have no choice but to act and enforce.  

This is the most compassion I can show to you people so I really hope you make the best of it.