EAW Promoz! (Part 4 - Locked for posting...)

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(Maria Gonzales is sitting in a chair level with the camera in front of her. The background is simple; black and blank. Her hair is curled and her makeup is in its normal fashion. Her face is resting before she begins to speak.)

Maria: This past Sunday, at Pain for Pride 8, I went against Tarah Nova and practically the entire locker room. And I failed to do the one thing that I had hoped to do; and that was take the Vixen’s title. I mean, I knew all along it would be a fight to the finish considering the fact that 8 other Vixen’s wanted the exact same thing; but in all honesty? The match itself was a fluke. It was obvious that the plan all along was to keep Tarah as champion; I mean, it worked out EXACTLY like they wanted to. Team turmoil! Everyone fights everyone except for Tarah who is in the ring with Haruna. Done. Finish. Bam.

But that certainly wasn’t the end to the match after the bell. Maddie, practically out of NOWHERE just comes and just…WHAM! Kicks the living shit out of Tarah. I mean…who knew the girl had it in her? I mean, she always took me as the kind of girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly if it wasn’t necessary. But who knew that this girl had it in her? I’m surprised, I won’t lie; but the way that Maddie went about it was so cliché.

So, now what? Tarah obviously is going to what redemption after what happened. So it’s just going to be Maddie vs Tarah? Are you kidding me? What has Maddie done to earn a chance at the title!? She took a whole 360 for crying out loud! How can anyone even trust her after this?! I just…I’m in shock of all of the events that took place at Pain for Pride on Sunday…including what happened to my poor baby Clark Duncan.

Now, granted, I did attempt to make him feel better and it worked in a way; but still…he lost the Extreme Enigma Match, and that was something that meant a lot to him. Poor baby…

(Maria frowns a bit before looking down slowly, then sighing and pulling her head up with tears in her eyes.)

Maria: All I wanted, y-you know is for him to be happy…and now? Now he’s so disappointed and I just, it hurts seeing my boo bear like that. He’s not himself right now, but who would be?

(Tears fall down Maria’s face before she picks herself up again.)

Maria: But besides that…a lot of people have been questioning what’s next for me. What will Maria Gonzales do know that she lost at Pain for Pride? Well…I’m going to work my way back up. I’m going to kick ass and show the EAW audience and locker room why I am the fastest rising star in this entire company. And nobody, not even Maddie can stop me.

(Maria nods and wipes the tears from her face as she gets up, walking away from the set. The camera fades out.)

I’m not a bitch, I just saw through all the bullshit and lies………

**Maddie is seen, with a hood on just sitting in a dark room, staring at the ground with a blank stare on her face, she looks up at the camera and begins to speak**

Pain for Pride……I did exactly that. Tarah Nova’s pain………….was my pride………..

Why? That seems to be the question on everybody’s mind. Why? Why would Maddie viciously attack Tarah Nova after the match at Pain for Pride, why would Maddie betray all her fans and friends? Why, why, why, why and why that’s all I’ve been hearing for the past couple of days. Don’t worry I will explain everything. It seems the perception of me, was a goofy fun loving idiot little girl, who doesn’t know much about anything except for making friends and making a fool out of herself and someone who should not be in the wrestling business. I was disrespected the very moment I step foot in EAW, I debuted along with another “Vixen” you probably don’t remember her, because she sucked and couldn’t handle the pressure of the big leagues, but anyway she went by the name of Desiree Drake. Now Desiree was my first experience to the backstage bullshit that I had to withstand, you see Desiree was being praised as the next big Vixen to debut in EAW, and Desiree was loved backstage and all the fans loved her because she was so pretty and “talented”, even though she was the crappiest wrestler ever, she didn’t have a passion for the business and the first chance she had at leaving she did. She left because she couldn’t handle the pressure, but anyway while people were saying she was a future Vixens Champion, what were people saying about me, little ol’ Maddie? They were saying, “She is a good wrestler, but I can’t see her being anything more than good comedic relief”. That really got to me, it did, but I sucked it up, put a smile on my face and entertained you all regardless. I was going to prove to everyone that being a good person can get you far. Mistake one right there. When I first came to EAW, I was myself; I didn’t try to be anyone else. However as time went on, the person who was once myself quickly began to fade away, and you people killed her. You all loved the fun goofy Maddie right? The dumb little girl who would do anything for your entertainment right? Well she’s gone now, and you have nobody else to blame but yourself because of it. Not only that but the higher ups backstage clearly didn’t want me to be Vixens Champion, sure they “gave me chances” that’s what they will tell you. However what you don’t see is them grooming Tarah as their golden girl backstage, that’s who they really wanted as champion of their company. Go back and look at the tape of my match against Lethal, watch carefully when I pinned her the referee hesitates on counting, he got to a count of two but in reality I had Lethal pinned for a good six seconds, I should have been Vixens Champion, then flash forward to the big Triple Threat match between Tarah Nova who is now Vixens Champion at this point, myself and Cherish, they were so scared of me winning the title that they put Cherish in the match with Tarah and myself because they knew Cherish was a weaker opponent for Tarah to pin, and then this past weekend at Pain for Pride, this big 9 on 1 match for the Vixens Championship are you kidding me? What a joke you got girls in this match who people don’t even know who the hell they are, you got Haruna who took the loss and that’s all you need to know about how much she sucks, but anyway these are the events that led to my big explosion some may call it a “meltdown” . To be quite honest with you, I didn’t go into this match at Pain for Pride looking to win, I knew one of these Vixens would lose the match, this match meant nothing to me, Tarah winning meant nothing, and nobody even cared about her winning, because at the end of the day everybody was talking about me. The way it should be, you see Tarah claims to own the Vixens division but I showed her who the real Alpha Vixen is.

**Maddie pauses begins to laugh a bit looks up at the camera and begins to talk again**

Oh Tarah, how much I despise you, there isn’t one thing that I can even say that I like about you, you are everything I hate in a person. You are phony; let me tell you a little story Ms. Freak, when I was a kid, you would be the type of person I would have looked up too, I mean why wouldn’t I? Your cool, your different you are not like the average female wrestler. You make it cool to be a freak and I look out in the crowd and I see little girls rooting for you and they want to be just like you, and I can’t help but put myself in their shoes. I also can’t help but feel sorry for these girls, because when they realize that out in the real world “being a freak” isn’t anything as you advertise it to be, when I look at these girls wanting to be you I see them being made fun of in high school, being labeled as the loser who has no friends, eating by herself at lunch because nobody thinks she is cool enough, nobody picking her to be on their kickball team for gym because she is a “freak”. I can relate because a similar thing happened to me in school. So when I was beating you down in the ring at Pain for Pride, that was a good 15 years of frustration I was releasing and I was releasing it on the right person. After that beat down, I have quickly become the Alpha Vixen, all the Vixens look up at me, they are all jealous that I have “stolen” the spotlight away. This is what you have to do ladies to make an impact; things aren’t just going to be handed to you here, unless of course if you’re Tarah Nova, then you get anything you want. In just a matter of seconds I changed the completion of the Vixens division, people take me serious now, and if they don’t then that is a wise and fatal choice. I am the next Vixens Champion, there is nothing anyone can do about it, nobody can stop me, I’m going to take what is rightfully mine, I already took back my pride and soon I will take MY Vixens Championship.

To all the new Vixens, like Starshine, Maria Gonzales and anyone else who debuted here within the past couple of months, I would just like to welcome you………to my Vixens DIVISION.

I am the only Vixen with a set of balls to expose the truth, and wipe up all the bullshit…….

~~The New Beginning.~~ ~~The Next Step~~. Fuck it. WOOOOOOOOOOOO.......

Battleground Promo I

So, that’s what it feels like? To step out onto the greatest stage there and walk away victorious? I didn’t sleep the night before; the excitement, the nerves, the doubts, the emotion of this day finally being upon me, I guess it was just all too much. I didn’t sleep last night either but that wasn’t because of any fear, any doubt, any excitement, any nerves; it was a celebration. I said I would walk into Wembley Stadium and be the man to unhook that briefcase. I said I would overcome whatever pain, whatever battering my body went through; that the heart, the desire, the determination would shine through regardless of how bleak it looked and there were more than one moment in that match my heart was in my mouth. As it should be very…very well known by now I don’t exactly like to die wondering and I don’t plan on doing that anytime soon. I could talk myself up, talk about how great I am, talk about how it was “never in doubt” but I won’t; I said the moment that match ends regardless of who had the Cash In The Vault briefcase I would drop the egotistical act. I have nothing but commiserations for six of you. Pizza Boy, Mstislav, Genesis, Oasis, Diemos and Corrupt. You didn’t exactly make life easy for me; absolutely made me work for this briefcase and for that I can only thank you. But one more and that’s Carlos Rosso. You and I all week traded more shots than a fight of the century match and gave each other more reasons to find a way to prevail. You came close, more often than I wish you would but you fought until the very end and above the rest of them? I respect you far, far more from it. You’re everything you say you are, a fighter, a warrior, a fantastic athlete and I crave the day you and I meet in the ring again; I won’t expect anything less than the man I stood across from at Pain For Pride. In the end, either one of us was going to walk away with that briefcase and when I cash this in, when I become World Champion and I’m waiting for my next opponent to show their face, I damn well expect you to be that person just like I would be if it were you standing in my shoes. I just hope the cuts and bruises I gave you go away; I hear it gets harder to get rid of them the longer you’re around.

Riley DeWitt...Shane Scott…Ruin… … …some bloke named Clark and another called Hawk?

Does anyone remember these names? Of course not but I do. They come and go in my mind from time to time, I never truly remember all their names but I’m glad I can remember them this week; I can create metaphorical graves for their careers. I lost that match. Seemed like I was the only person on my team who cared to stick his fists up and fight. However, it marks a year since I joined Voltage and I wonder if it’s time to move on. For a year plenty of names, plenty of competitors have come and gone. Most who stand tall as champions on the brand today were elsewhere; “retired”, hiatus or licking their chops waiting for the exact moment to make their mark and put their plan in motion. Of course, there’s Xavier Williams but he spent some time on Dynasty. My condolences by the way to those who worked on the show and to Lucian Black. Anyways, point being there are very few who remained on that show to carry the banner and I like to think that I was one of those people; proudly representing the New Breed title, standing above an entire division and belonging to the orange brand. One year of excellence, one year of class and one year of making Voltage the superior brand in EAW. But I’d be lying if I said I was tired of the same scene, the same competitors, the same stage, the same lights, the same music. Change is almost always good, almost always for the best and really, how much harm can move to Showdown do? I’ll carry the Showdown banner just like I did the Voltage one for as long as I’m here. The EAW Draft is certainly a rather interesting night.

However, unlike most of the roster I can’t sit back and watch the drama unfold in an entertaining manner. Yes, that includes beer and plenty of it. No. No rest for me.

So, Mr. Cash In The Vault meets the winner of the 24/7 Battle Royal Matt Miles. Why, we haven’t shared the ring together since when? Territorial Invasion? It seems for the last several weeks that’s been a considerable talking point between myself, Aren and Oasis. We’ve all looked at how our careers have unfolded, how much we’ve grown as competitors and how the future looks of each of us. Now I get to include you in this discussion of what the past, the present and the future holds for those remaining competitors. Allow me to congratulate you on your success at Pain For Pride. No matter the importance, a victory at an event like Pain For Pride is always something special. I remember the week leading into that match and thinking “Geez, this Matt Miles guy could very well end my reign before it even gets off the ground”. Of course, since then you’ve had your success, you’ve had your title reign that you were so proud of and it’s quite a disappointment it ended so soon and you’ve struggled to get back to that level. Let’s hope you decide to be smart with your contract. Like your partner Aren Mstislav, you’ve never been able to match my in comparison; fittingly, as the champion, I seemed to have pulled away from everyone in that battle royal match. With Territorial Invasion once again so close, it amazes me how quickly the time has passed.

Like Mstislav faced at Pain For Pride, you’re set to meet the same fate. Defeat. It should come as no surprise and it doesn’t simply come down to the prizes we both now carry around that I’m just a cut above you. He faced me in the Battle Royal and lost…he met me in the same ring on Sunday and met the same result. Scott Oasis? Same deal. You? There isn’t anything remotely special that sparks my interest and makes me think that you’re going to meet a different fate. A nice little surprise is that since…well I can’t remember, I got three wins straight. Odd right? Someone as great, someone as grand as myself struggling to think of a time he had such victories. Perhaps it was November? Point is I’m building. I’ve built this momentum that really only begun nine days ago yet it’s more than most have; I’m not going to put myself in a place where I can lose it so quickly. In fact, I don’t have any plans, any desire to lose it…not until whatever title rests on my shoulder is in the hands of another competitor. A few months? A year? Longer? It’s quite a dream really isn’t it? To be so competitive, to have such an ambition, such a drive to remain on top of your game; to constantly find new ways to evolve and leave your opponents concerned that despite how much they’ve studied you, despite how many times I’ve sat in the back with their eyes just inches from television screens that they STILL don’t know how to beat you and know every last trick you have in your bag. But I’m sure if there’s anyone here that’s capable of doing it, it’s someone who likes to brand themselves as a legend, right? I proved that it wasn’t a myth at Pain For Pride, I proved it wasn’t some tough guy bravado to boost my confidence and defeating you on Battleground will only help improve that fact. No matter who stands before me, whoever challenges me on either brand I find myself on, no matter which one of the Cash In The Vault hopefuls wants to beg for a rematch I’ll leave them broken and defeated in the middle of the ring. I am within inches of the pinnacle of this place; I’ve been eyeing the top of the ladder since December when I first challenged for such a title and now some seven months later I struggle to contain my pure excitement…the fact that anytime I feel like it I can cash it in and become champion.

But back to you. You and I aren’t that different here; coming off the back of our victories, obtaining championship opportunities and having built plenty of momentum. It’s just a real shame it’s going to end with one of us being defeated and having said momentum taken while the other walks away, prize in hand, even more momentum in his favour and a smile to suit. Like the trend that Oasis and Mstislav unfortunately fell victim to, you’re going to cop a boot to the jaw that leaves you dazed and confused but even without that idea to fall back on as a reason to believe I’ll beat you, Matty, I’ll defeat you simply because you just aren’t close to me. There’s a long, long list of names I’d worry about defeating me before you; in fact daylight sits and number two of the list and he’s blocking my view of the rest. What an arrogant prick. However, don’t mistaken this as me not caring, handing you a prime opportunity to pull off such an upset. Whether I flex my muscle, I decide to beat the living hell out of you, I decide to end it in five minutes or end it in fifteen, the result IS going to be the same and you simply won’t be able to run away from that. The brightest star this company has doesn’t look to drop the momentum he’s built so far to you; it doesn’t become irrelevant because I have the Cash In The Vault briefcase in my hands. I’m not going to leave that moment in the hands of God.

Well actually it already is.

I’m really not going to bullshit about how this is such a game changer, how a “new” Jamie O’Hara is going to step out onto the stage. The game has merely been sped up; the same man that wrestled a dark match against five names that nobody on this fucking earth can care to remember is the same one that’s stepping into Battleground with a world title chance in his hands. Nothing has changed; the attitude may have been tweaked just a little, I may have added a name that some scoff at when they see or hear me. One year has passed but I haven’t changed much. Since that first day I KNEW where I belonged, I knew the potential, I expected the expectation that’s been placed on my shoulders. Consider Battleground, consider our match Matt as the next stage in the evolution of Jamie O’Hara.

Mr. Cash In The Vault…it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

As the summer sun shines down upon San Diego a nervous Starshine fiddles with her hair, taking short sips from her coffee cup. The new Vixen looks into the near distance and begins to tap, tap against the table - sending herself into a paralytic trance until…

Waitress: Mam? Excuse me, mam. Ma…

Starshine’s state of paralysis comes to a sudden end, rendering her out of breath and sweaty palmed.

Starshine: Do you think they’ll like me?!

Waitress: I’m just delivering your bagel, mam.

The waitress begins to walk away but Sunshine’s otherwise impeccable manners manage to evade her lexicon. Unusual thoughts of inadequacy, fear and self-hate conjure up in her mind. Tears stream down her face. Her eyes like Niagara Falls as the other patrons look at her like eager, inquisitive tourists. Starshine’s friend Luna arrives as scheduled.

Luna: Oh girlie, what’s up with you?

Starshine: I don’t know, Lu. Did I make the right decision? Am I Vixen material? Do I even stand a chance against the other girls? All of these questions would be completely normal if they were not constantly on my mind ever since signing my EAW contract.

Luna reaches for Starshine’s bagel.

Luna: Can I have a bite?

Starshine: -sighs- What’s the deal, Luna? I asked you like ten questions… Where are my answers? I trust your opinion.

Luna hides behind the bagel.

Starshine: Luna!

Luna: -talks fast- Maybe you’re not Vixen material because I know I am not Vixen material and if I was in your position I would probably definitely be ripping that contract to shreds because I know I don’t have what it takes to beat the Vixens. Have you seen them because I have and they are all insane and there’s slams and kicks and this conversation is really bumming me out. -Luna takes a deep breath- It’s not good for girls like us.

Starshine: Girls like us?

Luna hands Starshine a piece of labradorite.

Luna: I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget that you are more badass than me. Just keep that though. It will allow your innate magical powers to surface. It will keep you strong, babe. Please promise me you’ll stay safe.

Starshine: I promise.

The camera opens up to a doctor's office, where a heavily bandaged Pizza Boy sits at the end of the examining room table, shirtless, exposing his heavily taped midsection. The doctor points at some x-rays as the mind-numbing sound of tinnitus mutes his words as he circles some black mass with his laser pen as the now cyclops'd by gauze PB peers on through his one exposed, swollen, eye slack jawed in horror as he nods in understanding. The mechanical hum breaks as the doctor utters one word. The camera zooms in on his mustache bordered mouth as his lips almost move in slow motion.

Doctor: -Concussion.

PB: So wait...no sleep?

PB peers up at the doctor with his one bloodshot eye pleading through it's swelling.

Doctor: Actually, that's a common misconception. We can't give you any drugs, but if you can manage it, sleep would be fine.

Pizza Boy collapses backward on cue onto the examining table and falls deep asleep.

The camera finds him hours later exiting the emergency room rocking a pair of sunglasses so cheap, they had to have been borrowed from Barney M. Bailey. As he starts to cross the parking lot, the cameraman rushes him. PB throws up a hand of protest, but gets no such luxury as privacy.

PB: Fine, fine, what do you want? Just...keep the light off of me.

Cameraman: When we last left you, you looked more mummy than man. You seemed to have shed some of the Ace bandages. What's the prognosis?

PB: Four temporary stitches in the back of the head, three bruised ribs, two black eyes, one grade two concussions,and a partridge in a pear tree.

Cameraman: Any thoughts on your Pain For Pride 8 match?

PB: No, simply because I can't remember it. The doctor said that'll change in a few days, but I'm kind of hoping that amnesia kind of sticks if it left me in this condition. Oh, and, uh...congrats to O'Hara. He deserved it.

Cameraman: Any thoughts on your match at Battleground this week?

PB: Battleground? Good god, how long have I been in there? Did I miss the draft? Am I on Battleground now?!

Cameraman: Oh, no no, nothing like that. They're just having a sort of super show for it.

PB: Oh yeah? Who am I facing?

Cameraman: Liam Catterson.

PB: Oh...great...just great. Someone else who had a bad night at Pain For Pride.

Cameraman: We all did, PB.

PB: Oh, yeah, I guess we did...I'm sorry, I'd forgotten about the Board of-

Cameraman: No,no, it's fine. If anyone has a reason for playing catch up, it's you.

PB: Yeah...yeah, I suppose that's true. To be perfectly honest, I'm not going into this battle with any ill will toward any competitor, fellow failures or the one success story that is Jamie O'Hara, coming out of Pain for Pride. I really wasn't ready for that bout, wasn't ready for that spot at the top of the card...definitely wasn't ready for the punishment that came with Cash in the Vault. Jamie was. He was willing to sacrifice pain to feed his pride. I suppose Ventura was, too. You can only take the world and it's bullies for so long when they're oppressing you, beating you down, running you through the mud. It's rare for that opening, that opportunity for redemption to present itself where you can knock your doubters on their ass and make them liars, or prove to be the victim once again and sink in that deep, despairing, muck of mediocrity. I admire Ventura for his victory, and I hope that I can do the same against Catterson, but I have a feeling that I have too much going against me. See, it's not only my health that's jeopardizing my career here in EAW, it's my self-worth and constant hunt for an identity to hang my hat on and be successful with. Being a corporate shill isn't paying off. I mean literally, Pizza Hut hated the promotional material, and really disliked the fact that I lost. Being 'The Bulldog Kid" seems to be biting me in the butt as well. I don't know. I do know this, though: in this condition, both mentally and physically, I'm no prime real estate for a first round draft pick, and I'm sure as hell not up to the challenge of facing a war torn Liam Catterson.

As PB is about to reach the pizza van, a rust colored 82 Datsun 210 darts out in front of him, nearly running over his toes. In the driver's seat, Tony Rolland.

PB: Jesus Christ,Tony! You almost ran over me!

TR: Relax, kid. I control this universe, remember?

PB: If you control this universe, why don't you have a better car than this rust bucket Datsun that's older than me!?

TR: Shhh, you'll make her angry. Then she wont pur for me. Besides, she's a classic! Now get in.

PB: Why?

TR: We need to talk about this career crisis of yours and what we're going to do about it.

PB reluctantly walks around the car, plopping down in the passenger's seat. Tony motions to the camera man. Without further prompting, he hops into the back seat just before Tony hits the gas and peels out of the parking lot.

TR: What's the problem kid?

PB: The streak is dead, the bulldog isn't working, I lost Cash in the Vault, and I'm being held together by tongue depressors and cotton balls.

TR: No, really, what's the real problem?

PB: Are you hard of hearing? Or just an idiot?

TR: A little from column A, a little from column B, but mostly just concerned.

PB: I-I don't know what I'm doing here anymore, Tony.

TR: I just picked you up from the doctor, duh-doy!

PB: No, no, not the car you moron, in wrestling. In EAW. What's my purpose? What's my end game? Do I want gold? do I want to tag with someone? It's got to be more than just survival week in and week out, because survival's killing me, Tony.

TR: What about Barney's gambling debts?

PB: That's Barney's concern. After the initial money from the Pizza Hut deal, he's paid around 75% of what he owes the mob.

TR: Which mob?

PB: It doesn't even matter. Going at this rate, I'll be dead before any mob pops me, or I get a grasp on any of this..'mess' I'm in.

TR: What about me?

PB: What about you? You're a stalker with a god complex. What business do I have meddling in you meddling in my business?

TR: No, no, I mean what about impressing me, your trainer?

PB: Trainer!? HA! I'm pretty sure my ribs are bruised because you wont even teach me how to hit the ropes properly! It was probably a pre-existing injury before I even got to Cash in the Vault!

TR: Fine, fine, I'll teach you more basic stuff. Gah, take the fun out of everything. You do realize that you're the closest thing I can have to a son, right?

PB: Wha?

TR: I mean, other than the one kid I have, but that's too convoluted to get into right now. Listen, when you're out there you represent me. Do you get that?

PB: Wow, this conversation took a hard left turn.

TR: Listen to me, kid. You're my one and only student. If I act possessive or stalkerish, it's probably 99% because of the brain damage, BUT the other 1% is because I'm invested in your career.

PB: Wow...I never saw it that way.

TR: Take the wheel.

PB: Huh?-HEY!

PB grabs the wheel just as the car nearly serves off of the road. Tony reaches behind his mask and starts unlacing the back. Just as PB gets the car steady, Tony plants one hand firmly on the wheel, and yanks off his mask with the other. PB looks on in shock as his mentor drops his mask in his lap, as the camera man tries to crane around to see the legendary Tony Rolland's ever-hidden face.

PB: Good god...you're...you're

TR: Hideous? Disgusting? Haunting your nightmares for the rest of your remaining life?

PB: No...you're faceless.

TR: No I'm not. You have it.

PB glances down at the mask in his lap. He gently cradles it in his hands as he begins to lift it up to eye level. His face pulls back from it when it reaches his nose.

PB: It stinks.

TR: You stink! And nobody told you to smell it, ya weirdo. Anyway, don't interrupt me. As far as my fans are concerned, what you hold in your hands is my identity. Not the 3rd generation status, not the crazy 4th wall breaking scamp, just that mask. You hold my identity in your hands. Do you realize how much I have to trust you to do this?

PB: I do...

TR: Good. Now I want you to realize what that mask means, and I mean really understand it. That tiny little piece of stitched together rag is everything to my career. Do you understand how silly that is?

PB: I...guess?

TR: Almost as silly as being called a The Pizza Boy. What you have people love, regardless to how much Barney tries to dilute it with capitalistic gain. Embrace it.

PB: So...what you're saying is...I should wear a mask....?

The car comes to a screeching halt. Tony yanks the mask out of PB's unsuspecting hands and quickly reapplies it to his still obscured bare face.

TR: Get out.

PB; Did I offend you somehow?

TR: No. We're here.

Pizza Boy cranes his neck out the side window to find a fairly legitimate looking gym in front of him.

TR: You want to train and beat Liam Catterson? You want to become a thoroughbred ready for the draft pick? This is where we do it.

The camera fades out as the two men exit the car, only moments later to pick up inside where PB works the heavy bag, while Tony holds it stead.

TR: Are you going to beat Liam Catterson?

PB: Yes, sir!

TR: Don't call me sir. Are you going to be picked up in the first round of drafting?

PB: Sir! Yes, sir!

TR:What is it with this sir crap...Who are you!?

PB: The Pizza Boy!

TR: Who is the Pizza Boy?

PB: A winner!

TR: What is The Pizza Boy?!

PB: A fighter!

TR: Who fears the Pizza Boy?!

PB: Liam Catterson, sir!

TR: That's it!

Tony tosses the bag aside and spears the battered and bruised PB to the mats. He mounts him and paintbrushes him across his bruised face, yelling a word with every stroke.

TR: Dont. Call. Me. Sir!

PB: Ow...my everything.

Tony stares down at PB, a concerned look on his face as he scratches his masked head guiltily.

TR: Oh...right...bruised ribs...concussion...ummmmm. I didn't do it!

Tony hops to his feet, darts his eyes around the room, and then runs away as the camera fades out just as PB lifts a rebellious fist, only for it to fall flat like a limp noodle..

We open on a brightly light gym interior, it's empty save for one man standing next to the dumbbell row. His shirt is soaked in sweat, no doubt for the long and intense workout he already put in) his grunts grow louder as the we close in on Mark Michaels with a 25 pounder in each hand.

"Pain..." he groans as he curls his left arm "... For Pride!" he shouts as he does the same with the opposet hand "Pain... for Pride!" he chants one last time finishing his set before placing the weights back on the rack.

Michaels: "I know what your thinking, Picture Perfect why are you working this hard in the middle the night, the answer is because I can't sleep, knowing that I wasn't apart of the biggest pay per view of the year, knowing that that's what the power that be think of the hottest property in the sport of professional wrestling today. It keeps me up at night; but it also drives me to work this hard to make sure that come PFP IX I'll be right there in the main even. Some of you might be think this guy is full of it, but they no idea what could have been. I could have won the cash in the vault briefcase, I could have won the elimination match and show that Vance Tybull what real perfection is, hell if I was there we'd still have a Dynasty brand! it all would have been Hash tag in the bag, and before anyone out there says a word about my ego, I promise that come this time next year you'll see that I was absolutely right, so picture that!"

Michaels turns his attention to the weight rack this time selecting a pair of 30 pound dumbbells "Pain... for Pride" he grunts with each repetition as the screen fade to black.

.:INTRODUCTION ON ERIS LECAVA:.

The scene opens with Eris LeCava sitting on her living room floor. Eris is wearing a “Vixen Killer” t-shirt. The room she is in is dark and the only source of light is the images coming from her flat screen TV. The voice of ring announcers and fans cheering is heard blasting through the TV speakers. The camera shifts and shows Eris watching the Vixen’s Handicapped match at Pain for Pride 8.

(Heard from the TV) Ryder: … AS SHE STANDS UP AND TAKES FLIGHT AND OH MY GOD! THE PHOENIX SPLASH! THE SUICIDE X CONNECTS! THE SUICIDE X CONNECTS! WE HAVEN’T SEEN THE MOVE IN GOD KNOWS WHEN! THE SUICIDE X CONNECTS AND TARAH MAKES THE PIN ATTEMPT!

Eris: YES! SHE DID IT! THE VIXENS KILLER RETAINED!

(Heard from the TV) Referee: ONNNNEEEEE! TWWWWWOOOO!! THREEEEEEE!!!

Eris jumps to her feet and begins to celebrate. She grabs her Tarah Nova plushy that was casually sitting next to her collection of other Vixen merch and begins to squeeze it near her chest.

Eris: I HAD SO MUCH FAITH IN YOU!! I knew that you were able to pull it off! I knew it!!

The noise from the television starts to fade and Eris looks down at her collection of Vixen’s plushies. The excitement and happiness from her face begins to diminish as she looks at her state of the art Haruna Sakazaki action figure. Eris picks it up and holds it in front of her face.

Eris: Oh . . . my dear Haruna. You didn’t deserve to be pinned. You deserved to have the Vixen’s title straddled around your waist.

Eris runs her finger near Haruna’s face as Eris begins to whimper.

Eris: Oh, no, Haruna. Please, don’t try to speak. I understand your frustrations; I understand the anger that’s emitting from your heart. We all know how much you wanted this, it’s not fair! However, your time will surely come soon. I know, oh I just know it!

Eris looks down and spots a crunched up Maddie poster near empty EAW.com cardboard boxes where all of the figurines came from. Eris picks up the crumpled up poster and angrily unravels it.

Eris: Was it really necessary to do what you did?! Hmm?! ANSWER ME!

Eris runs to her kitchen and pulls out a butcher’s knife and holds it against Maddie’s poster.

Eris: I don’t care if the whole “Good girl Maddie” didn’t work out for you. I especially don’t care whether you are turning over a new leaf in EAW. But you do not and I repeat YOU DO NOT just beat someone up after they’ve competed against nine other people! Are you THAT desperate for attention? Hmm?! Ugh! You disgust me!!

Eris angrily steps on the paddle on her trash bin and props it open. She violently throws Maddie’s poster in the bin and closes the lid with her fist using all of her force. Eris quickly runs towards her EAW Vixen’s shrine. The shrine is made out of signed autographs from legends like The HeartBreakGal, Cameron Ella Ava, Kendra Shamez and Tarah Nova. It also has a collection of Vixen action-figurines with the likes of Maria Gonzales, Ariana Lopez, Erica Ford and Starshine. Eris falls down to her knees and her eyes begin to be filled with tears.

Eris: My time to join the many other legends has finally arrived. I finally did it, you guys! After years of wanting to compete in EAW, I finally received the notice that they are interested in my talent. The day I finally walk through EAW’s doors will be the happiest day of my life. I know all of you will greet me with open arms and an immense amount of love. None of you will be mean to me, right? . . .RIGHT?! Aww, you guys don’t have to say anything, just listen to me for once! (Eris laughs as she slightly pushes the chest of her Sabina action figure with her index finger)

The smile on Eris’ face begins to fade as she observes her shrine with the utmost respect and seriousness.

Eris: I’ll make you all proud, I promise! My run in EAW will be one no one will ever forget…

The camera fades to black.

JJ Silva Promo 1 June 29th 2015, 5:11 pm by -

(The scene opens up with JJ and Jason Young walking down a public street talking about PFP. JJ seems extremely agitated about the outcome and Jason is trying to make positive about the whole thing.)

Jason: JJ, you need to brighten up. I know things didn't exactly go your way but-..

JJ: Stop. If I wanted your advice, I'd directly ask you to inform me. I didn't acquire you to tell me your opinion, I hired you to make my life easier.

Jason: Yeah... I'm sorry JJ. I didn't mean to anger you.

JJ: Don't apologize to me, it seems you have mistaken me for someone who cares about how you feel. I do not like you, you're my worker not my friend.

Jason: Yeah.. right... well, what are you going to do about Dachs having your belt?

JJ: What are my plans? I'm going to take it from him. He agreed to the stipulation, he lost when I threw him over the top rope. Therefore, I am the Intergalactic Champion point-blank-period.

Jason: Do you think it will be that easy?

JJ: What exactly are you trying to say Jason?

Jason: Nothing sir, I meant do you think he will just give it up like that..?

JJ: Well, he could give it the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. He could willingly hand me MY Intergalactic Title or I can beat it out of him for the third time.

Jason: Yeah, you did beat him based off that stipulation.. It's just what about his only in a Intergalactic Prison Match rule?

JJ: If that rule were the case, anyone who beat him in the past month would've not been the champion as well. He defended the belt countless times in regular singles match-ups. If they were talented like myself, that would mean he would've pulled this up as well. This is his Trump card, but instead of being an Ace, he pulled a joker which is useless at any time you dumb excuse for an assistant.

( A fan rushes up to JJ in disbelief that it is truly him. He has a HUGE smile on his face.)

Fan: You're JJ!!

JJ: Yeah, I know?

Fan: I'm so happy I get a chance to meet you!!

( JJ weirdly extends his hand grabbing the fans left hand to shake his hand. Instead of a normal handshake like one would think the fans entire arm falls off as it was a prosthetic limb. JJ seems extremely mad about this incident even though he chose to shake that hand.)

JJ: HOW DARE YOU SHAKE THE ICON'S HAND WITH THAT PROSTHETIC PEICE OF JUNK YOU CALL AN ARM!!!

Fan: ....

JJ: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD SHOW SUCH DISRESPECT TO ME LIKE THIS! WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!(as JJ is waiving his prosthetic limb in the air.)

Jason: ...Ummm JJ... I think you should give this gentlemen his arm back.

JJ: WHAT IS THIS!? YOU DARE SHOW DISRESPECT TO ME!? I WILL NOT TAKE THIS FROM MY OWN ASSITANT! IT'S ABOUT TIME SOMEONE TAUGHT YOU A LESSON OF RESPECT!

( JJ rapidly bashes Jason with the fan's prosthetic arm over and over. After a while Jason falls to the ground and even then JJ continues to beat him with the prosthetic limb. JJ throws the limb into the grass area of the street and pulls Jason up and storms off dragging Jason by his shirt.)

* The camera fades to black. *

*Chris Elite is shown walking backstage with his head down carrying a bag with him you hear some of the fans shouting insults at him*

Fan #1: JUST GIVE IT UP ALREADY!

Fan #2: THEY WERE RIGHT YOU CAN'T EVOLVE!

Fan #3: MAYBE NEXT YEAR!

*Chris Elite ignores them continuing to walk to his tour bus Pierre Mcguire runs into him*

Pierre: Hey Chris can I get a word with you about you're loss man?

*Chris Elite looks up with a look of defeat in his eyes*

Chris Elite: Sure, what do you want?

Pierre: How does it feel to lose yet again at Pain for Pride? I mean man you didn't even make it to the final 3!

*Chris Elite grabs Pierre by his collar*

Chris Elite: HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS? THIS IS ONE OF THE WORST FEELINGS I'VE HAD IN A LONG TIME! GOD DAMN IT I MADE MYSELF LOOK LIKE A FOOL. I TOLD EVERYONE I'D WALK OUT WITH THE CONTRACT NOW LOOK WHERE IS IT HUH?!?!?

*Chris Elite shoves Pierre away*

Chris Elite: It feels horrible. I let myself down I mean what else is there to do? These fans are right man I should just give up and just hang the boots up. I can't seem to get it man no matter how hard I try I just can't seem to get out of this stage. I've been in the same spot for the past 5 FUCKING years damn it! I'm just not talking about at Pain for Pride I'm talking in general I never improved I stay in the same spot while people like TLA who I started with move forward while I stay EXACTLY WHERE I WAS! This isn't a good feeling I'm having right now and to be honest I don't know what's next. Do I leave? Do I stay? I guess only time can tell. I mean what else can I say everyone was right about me... Matt Miles, Mexican Samurai everyone was right. I didn't even make it to the final 3 like you said. Why should I keep going? I just can't seem to evolve and probably never will. I just can't seem to do it no matter the effort I put in no matter the hard work I guess it just isn't enough... Pierre I don't know what to do only time can tell... I just know this isn't a good feeling I think it's time for a change. A MAJOR change not a little one that I usually take if I wish to continue I must do a full 360 turn. Like I said though only time can tell what's next for Chris Elite...

*Chris Elite walks away as Pierre walks him walk away in shame as the camera fades*

PFP Promo 4

The camera opens up inside of a fairly basic looking coffee shop as PB makes his way into the place. He looks around with a glow of excitement.

PB: Wooow...it IS bigger on the inside.

Voice: Oh for the love of god, buy a coffee or get out.

PB's face lights up at the sound of the fairly posh voice. His eyes meet the man across the counter, confirming his suspicion immediately. He quickly sprints to the counter where a fairly mod looking man wipes down the register space.

PB: Y-y-you're.

Matt Smith: Matt Smith. You want a coffee or not?

The perturbed former doctor looks up at the glowing PB, then glances over to his work space as he sets to pouring grounds.

Matt Smith: Good God, man, what're you wearing?

PB looks down at his Union Jack decked tuxedo self-consciously.

PB: Well, um...my manager thought it'd be good for publicity and-hey wait a minute! You're Matt Smith?! Not 'The Doctor?'"

Matt Smith: [without looking away from his busy work with the coffee] A'yeah. how old are you, anyway? The Doctor's a TV character.

PB: Then...why was there a TARDIS outside?

Matt Smith: Hologram. David thought it'd drag in some riffraff.

PB: Tennant!?

Matt Smith: Yeah, we all work here. What else do you think we do after that show ruins our professional lives?

PB: But Karen Gillan, Jack Barrowman, Billie Piper, Catherine Tate, they all seem to be doing we-

Matt Smith: NOT Doctors.

PB: Oh...

Matt Smith: And before you say it, Eccleston got lucky.

PB: Wait, if this is a coffee shop...why'd you kick Percy out?

Matt Smith: Percy?...Oh, the big fella? Took ages to order. I told'em to take his business elsewhere. Baker was on shift when that one came in.

PB: Oh my god...do you guys take shifts in order of-

Matt Smith: No, no, he was the one running things this morning. Nice bow tie by the way. BUY A COFFEE!

PB slumps over on a nearby stool, looking fairly depressed.

PB: I suppose I'm not big on coffee..say, do you happen to have

Smith blankly points o a sign reading: "No Jelly Babies, No Jammy Dodgers, No Fish Finger's And Custard. Just Coffee." PB sinks back into his seat, more disappointed than before.

PB: Wow. I wonder if this is what Carlos Rosso feels like. Washed up, irrelevant...

Matt Smith: Rosso? The prize fighter?

PB: Yeah, you a wrestling fan?

Matt Smith: Oh good gracious no, but I know Carlos Rosso. Is that what you're feeling blue about? Gotta face Carlos Rosso?

PB: And 7 other guys...in a ladder match...wearing this...

Matt Smith: Hahahaha..uh, sorry, not laughing AT you, it's just...that suit.

PB: My mom always told me I'd die doing and wearing something stupid...I thought she meant delivering pizza.

Matt Smith: A pizza man, are you? What're you doing in a wrestling ring?

PB: Funny story...

Matt Smith: Hows 'bout telling me it over a cuppa?

As PB starts to reach for his wallet reluctantly, Barney bursts through the door with a dejected looking Percy by the arm.

BMB: This mug was supposed to bring me a black mocha latte. Why's he showing up empty handed and lookin' like a beat puppy?!

PB: Barney, show some respect to our barista here. He's The Doctor!

BMB: Oh, good, because my sciatica has been killing me for-

PB: No, no, THE Doctor, as in Doctor Who!?

Barney looks Smith up and down thoughtfully, before waving a hand of dismissal

BMB: That ain't Pertwee!

Matt Smith: Wow. What decade's this one from?

PB: It's hard to tell sometimes.

BMB: I don't care if you're the queen's right hand man when it comes to wiping her fanny.

Matt Smith: -not what fanny means here-

BMB: I don't care! Mocca. Latte. Black!!!

There's an intense stare down between Smith and Bailey. PB marvels at the glint of the Doctor rekindled in Smith's eye as Percy continues to cower as if he were The Pizza Boy's size. Suddenly, Smith snaps on a condescending smile

Matt Smith: Right away, sir!

The former 11 rushes off to get the coffee ready. The machine starts up, somewhat ironically making a noise similar to that of the famed blue box, as Barney settles in next to PB at the counter.

BMB: The suit working for ya?

PB: I'm not sure. I don't think it's making anyone take me any more seriously.

BMB: Good. The less they take you seriously, the more the odds play in my-er-Percy's favor.

PB: I just hope this works. A lot of things have been said this week that can't be unsaid. Respect has been gained and lost in the blink of an eye. I don't think we have any real tactical advantage going into this one.

BMB: We'll be out there for ya, kid.

PB: Thanks and all, but no thanks. O'Hara's really opened my eyes to how out of my depth I am. Carlos calling me a young boy really isn't packing on the self-esteem either. I think I gotta do this one by myself.

BMB: But-

PB: No. No buts. I know what's on the line, but I also know what it means if I can't win this on my own. All I've got at this point is luck on my side. And maybe...the fans.

BMB: Kid, a few cockneys shouting your name isn't going to win you anything.

Smith returns with the coffee as he puts on the final finishing touch with some chocolate syrup. The wheezing of the bottle, somewhat morbidly and remarkably similar to his screwdriver's whirring noise.

Matt Smith: Here you go sir! Now get out. All of you

The dejected and doomed looking trio head for the door as Smith smiles on after them. As PB steps through the door, Barney holds Percy back for a moment.

BMB: Forget what the kid just said. If he gets in trouble-

Percy holds up an understanding finger and nods obediently. As they exit, an old man enters.

Matt Smith: Damnit, Davison! No more senior discounts!

The old man shrugs and leaves as the camera fades to black.

Pain For Pride VIII Promo

Part Eight

I guess I just can't stop talking.

Ladies and gentlemen, it brings me warm heart and admiration for me to come back here and talk to for the remaining time that I have left to speak until the Day. I promised to myself that I wouldn't speak against of Liam Catterson, as we have all had enough of his garbage talk, but I heard a voice from within, telling me that I should once again, continue to ridicule Liam once more. He shouldn't be having the last word to end this whole "debate" that we've had, simply because of the fact that for the past seven days, he has produced some of the most yawning, head-scratching, mind-absent promos that have ever rocked my head. I, on the other hand, have made sense of it all under a clean slate. I have shown Liam's weaknesses, his vulnerability, his flaws and how he continues to weaken in demeanor. I don't blame him for trying to protect himself for who he truly is, because of course every person wants to maintain their own dignity and not become further disgraced, but no, you are totally different Liam. You rather insist of receiving a beat down before you decide to nod in accordance that you have been the lesser man from this battle, and you have been the loser at the end of it all. Instead of just submitting to your true superior, you go on to take your mind adrift to talk about some pathetic points about Christmas, men transforming into demonds... you just don't stop to realize that you cannot make any damn sense of what you honestly say. It's not rocket science that I am teaching to you, it is clear and evident truth that you rather deny yourself from embracing.

I am not even going to bother to converse longer and longer with you, because I am pretty sure that I have made my point abundantly clear to you. It would be sad and difficult for me to go on and continue listening to what you have to say because I would love to preserve my hearing for another day. Trust me Liam, I am pacing back and forth, thinking about what you could also come to produce at Pain For Pride VIII, because as much as I despise you for who you are, as much as I want to try and take you off guard, you could work a trick or two for me to inspect. However, the battle is over. The war is now over.

Liam Catterson----you have been casted into dreams.

(The wake up call)

Walking through the door at a photo shoot I stop turning to face the lights out front of flashing cameras and reporters trying to get shots of me. I let the door close behind me in the private dressing room I was given. Here I am in a black and white bikini that shows every inch of my body, moving across the floor my bare feet touch the cold tiles. I let my sultry stride stop once I reached a chair before a vanity. I would then sit within the chair and saw my own face within the mirror. I take a breath as I know that this modeling job is just a side project to my real passion. Looking into the mirror I start speaking to myself.

“You know you grew up in streets that didn't have none of this glitz, you didn't have none of this glamor. But because of a life of nothing you wanted a life full of everything. You seem to be drawn to more materialistic things than other people. Like this whole life style is filling a void, like the name the Latin Goddess is just a tag. One that proves you are compensating. This isn't what you were meant to be, this lifestyle is above your being. You come from streets where scraping by was the way of life. You come from a home where meals were not always on the table. You wanted to do better to never end up there for your future. Well congrats to you Ariana here you are the upper crust and yet what do you have to show for it besides possessions. Sure you have the cutest girl within the entire company of EAW. But really what does that show? What does your life goals really reflect besides the beauty to flaunt? You went from a girl who would run down a street with other kids to a girl who only wants to find the right shade of red for her lips. This lifestyle has ruined you and it has kept you cornered. You are better than some dressed up Latin doll. You have become the very thing you didn't want to be you can try to deny it but the truth is this isn't you. You now who you but all the lipstick, all the mascara, all the finely bought closed or any of it won't change you. Hide behind the mask, hide from all the people. This girl in front of the vanity is fake, her image is a false hood of self. So who are you really to be modeling a swimsuit for the masses to gawk at? Who are you to let the eyes of men eagerly look upon your body without regard? Who is this fashions crazed vixen spending her money all all things just to go with an outfit? This is not Ariana Lopez, this is not the woman that the people need to see. You disgrace yourself and you disgrace your heritage. You can frolic in denial for days to come but the truth is the rationality is that you are empty inside. Haruna has your love but beyond that? If love was to fail you what would be left? A woman with the most updated purse? A woman who could just redo her makeup after tears? No all it would leave you Ariana is broken and nothing. You've been on a tagent since you arrived on how different you could be. You stood before everyone saying you could be dark and crazy. You've reused the rose phrase countless times on how you know the value of a rose. You tried to stand out but what happened? You've fallen to the very bottom rung trying to climb back up with one arm because the other is to busy dialing trying to set up a hair appointment.”

I extended my right arm really fast punching the vanity mirror, I felt the tears streaming down my face. I knew the truth of who I was and this wasn't me. I tried to pretend to be something I am not. I tried so long to cover up the truth. I left my hand on the mirror as small pieces fell from it and blood warmed my hand trickling over my fingers. I moved my hand looking at the shattered mirror with my blood staining it. I just placed my hand onto the vanity stand not caring that blood was flowing atop my fingers.

“You are not this girl who sits before everyone and shows her body off. You are Ariana Lopez the same kind of woman who could play with the boys. You are that girl next door, you are that girl that just wanted to be noticed and have it all. But you took it tok the extreme, you tried to become perfection and in doing so you tore the true aspect of yourself away. Now just days before the fact you have to be on the same side of other women and face one all for a chance at gold. But what value does it have to you if not just to try and say that no one can beat a Goddess? It is very apparent at this point you Ariana are no Goddess now. You are a woman just like any of them, you are a woman just seeking to rise above hate and show that you can be just as good as anyone. But sitting here in tears won't solve that, sitting here letting that blood move down your hand won't either but that is a sign you took it in. That is a sign you Ariana Lopez are still alive. You are not this fancy girl with the high life you are the girl who can walk out in a pair of blue jeans and a plan black tee calling it good. So what is it going to be for yourself? Are you going to wallow in the refineries or are you going to be you to win this fight the way that you know how?”

My words soak into my mind as I get up from chair grabbing a towel I wrap it around my hand. Heading to the shower area I know I need to change, I need to go find my way. I am set on being me not some dazzled up peacock showing off her feathers.

(That real deal)

I sit upon the concrete ground of an old parking lot that has weeds growing up through the cracks. A broken liquor store sits behind me looking like it lost the battle with the test of time. Sitting before me on the ground is an eight by ten of myself dressed within a fabulous red dress. Right now compared to that I am wearing faded blue jeans with holes in the knees and a white t that says street born and street raised. Wearing a black pair of old shoes as well, I nod to this fact and my hair is just falling down about my shoulders. I pick up the picture and I pull a lighter out of my pocket. I would flip the lighter open and clicked to start the flame. I let the flame take to the bottom corner as the picture started to burn. I dropped the picture to the pavement as it was on fire and going to ash slowly. The enveloping of my old self as I looked at the picture I knew the truth. That picture was a false Goddess and that is not what the company I worked for needed. It was time for a change and with a chance at the championship that is just what I needed. For me that was to be real and not hide anymore.

“It is like when you bury yourself and it goes ashes to ashes, dust to dust. For me I am really saying goodbye to someone I won't doubt them still being there. But if I am no longer the Latin Goddess what does that make me? Oh that makes me just Ariana Lopez which is perfectly fine. Now with the old me done away with how do I put this out there how do I let everyone know. Just because I am washing my hands of a higher me the ladies I will be facing in time need to know that Ariana Lopez is no basic bitch either. Most of all my darling Haruna is going to see more of the real me slowly, that beautiful girl will see how I truly am. Now Haruna knows that just because she has a shot at the belt it does not mean that I am going to stop from going all out. I don't feel that even love is going to keep me from reaching a goal that I have yet to have a chance to reach. That is what this is and Haruna is just one of many women on my team that are going to want the belt off Tarah's waist. But I am not giving it up for anyone it doesn't matter if I think your good competition nor does it matter if I love one of you with all my heart. The point is a woman always fights for what she wants and it doesn't matter who is tanding in the way. I find that if I do this that I can compete that I can get my chance. I feel like I rolled over the first time with Tarah that I just let myself go under. That was a mistake in itself and Haruna blamed it upon herself as well. Haruna need not worry but the fact is if you are in my way little darling I will remove you from it because this isn't personal this is business and I am going to be all business when the bell sounds.”

I look down to the picture turning to ash and a smile goes across my lips I am pleased with the fact that I have taken away the Latin Goddess a name that only plagued me and did nothing real to boast my career. All it did was drag me down but I know with the label free another woman may seek to wear the crown of such a title.

“I know someone like Maria Gonzalez could swoop in and take it but let me tell you something honey. That name is something that you cannot take though you need to live it, breathe it, and earn it. But labels is not what we are here for it and I know that is not what you seek Maria, and I have faced you when I was that woman but now I took off the fancy and I am going full straight real. You think that maybe you got this match in the bag I know you. That very confident girl that can get things done that is the personality but you have a bitchy attitude in there I have seen it but it is going to take more than some wannabe bitch to take out many others especially us facing off against Tarah. That is your problem though and you as one of the many are the least of my concerns. I am fighting for more than just the belt though Maria. I dropped a title because I had nothing to really do it with. A Latin like you understands we fight because it is in our culture it is in our blood. Speaking of women with a name that is different from the rest there is another in this match that I am very unsure of her nationality that is none other than. Alexis Parnap...Parsh... That Alexis you are a woman wanting to be known but with a name like yours its like trying to make something simple. But unlike your name you are simple Alexis, you are easy. Because with a name like yours there is no way you walked into the building freely without a gimmick being offered but I won't judge any wrong doings that made your knees dusty than the Sahara.”

I laugh to myself the picture has finished burning as I rise to my feet and I take a quick look around. I pace through the parking lot looking at everything the old neighborhood in which I grew up in.

“They say growing up is hard to do, But I did it although I let my true self get enveloped in an idea. I didn't have that open fun personality that is so easy going like Maddie. I don't got that true realism like Cherish and I wasn't honest to myself like those two. Maddie and Cherish are two of those women who are well known, they are those women who stand out among the ranks of everyone in this match. They were the top billed names for facing each other when I walked my sexy ass through the door of the company. I came in as this woman seeking fame and fortune to add on top of the glamoring lifestyle that I had built myself. I was set to just shake my dominance in their faces along with everyone else. That is how I was and that is not how I should have been. Out of most women in this match I respect Maddie and Cherish because the realism they bring they remind me of our current Vixen's Champion Tarah. But then there is these women that I do not know. There is women like Erica Ford, Trinity Rampage, and Velocity Rampage that I do not know. Those women are ones that I cannot get because I have yet to really face them fully for things such like Tarah's title. So new girls to the trade, or the former women of the ring I do not honestly know nor have I really cared. I care more about looking around this old place I grew up than knowing that these three have a chance at the gold. It doesn't mean I am going to not stop them, I am going to stop them. Because you see I was a little girl when I dreamed of one day holding something to my chest. Wrestling wise I seen women like Trish Stratus and Lita rise up. Way before that in the time of Miss Elizabeth also being arm candy to Macho Man. But none of that matters because I face the world as a whole I face things because I want to show the world that the Vixen's division of wrestling has evolved. So my last words are to Tarah Nova. You have this attitude about you that no one can match, you have this reality about not giving one damn what others think. That is one thing that made me wake up. That is one thing that made me realize it. I need to stop being some bitch behind the makeup. I am up to the challenge that you said awhile ago is to fight to show we are just as good as men.”

I step out onto the sidewalk and I stop looking at my bandaged up hand smiling to myself.

“I am no basic bitch. This is reality and it doesn't matter how much I have to say. I am going into a place of total focus. The determination is real and I am real. Thank you Tarah for knowing that our division has to step it up even if I don't win tonight you can count on the fact that I am not laying down anymore.”

I look up to the bright blue sky. My mind is clear and my eyes can see clearly, I know what I want and I know who I am and that is the very truth of self that gets things done.

Special Backstage Interview:

Carlos Rosso

(After the EAW Hall of Fame Ceremony, Carlos Rosso I and his manager Mao are back in the reception area with an EAW interviewer, Eve, to shoot a segment to be put online for EAW Network subscribers.)

Eve: Carlos and Mao thank you for joining me here for this special interview for the EAW Network. The Hall of Fame has a lot of names that you are familiar with being inducted into it this year, do you have any words that you would like to share with the EAW Universe as we enjoy the festivities here in London?

Carlos: I have always thought it strange that active members of a sport or wrestling federation but these people have all found their way into the Hall of Fame and are here for worthy reasons. Kevin Devastation, like or dislike him, has had considerable success in both singles and as a tag team competitor. We’ve had a pretty rocky relationship to put it mildly, but I have told him congratulations in private and hope that he enjoys the honor bestowed on him tonight. Scott Diamond is a man that I thankfully haven’t had to wrestle that often but is someone who I do have a bit of an admiration for in how he works and carried himself in the ring. He and I have had very little to do with each other outside the ring but yes, he is worthy. Same thing with Brian Daniels, someone who I have known and gone against in competition, but I have no particular feeling about him as a person. He’s done very well in EAW and deserves his due recognition, though I do find it odd that he and Tyler Parker, active wrestlers who have not shown any sign of slowing down by any stretch of the imagination, are being given Hall of Fame honors. I could name dozens of wrestlers all over the world who aren’t in their respective companies’ hall of fame or ring of honor what have you.

Mao: At the same time though it is something that’s fairly common in EAW for them to do. There have always been entries into the Hall of Fame who have been active.

Eve: Absolutely! Carlos, how do you feel about Tyler and Prince of Phenomenal being inducted?

Carlos: Tyler Parker’s credentials and status as World Heavyweight Champion speak volumes. It’s amazing to see someone who I was once wrestling on Turbo skyrocket to the success that he has had. POP I’m not quite as high on, but he’s definitely done a lot of good things in EAW and if they as a company feel that he deserves a spot, then so be it.

Eve: Extreme Enigma had a pretty moving tribute dedicated to him tonight by EAW. I understand that you two may or may not have been close, but do you have any comment on that also?

Carlos: Extreme Enigma was a quality wrestler and champion who I had the pleasure of going against many times. His impact can be measured by how many people have emulated his style and how many people in the EAW locker room still respect and admire him both as a competitor and human being. I was greatly saddened when I heard about his passing and to see a tribute to him tonight was enough to make my night feel like it was worth it.

Eve: Are you hoping to one day be inducted into the Hall yourself someday, Carlos?

Carlos: Ahhh….no, not really. People have whispered about it to me saying it could happen sometime in the next couple of years but it’s not something that is of particular interest to me. Not that I would not appreciate having the title, but my theory is that you only want to go to the Hall of Fame near the end of your career. I am far from the end of my career and 2016 or 2017 would be way too soon for me to be inducted.

Mao: One thing that we could talk about when all the wounds are heel is the possibility of you and GI going in as a team, right? I think that would make for a pretty interesting acceptance speech!

Eve: Festivities aside, Carlos, everyone is well aware of what you are here in London for this weekend and that’s the Pain for Pride 8 event itself. You’re going to be participating in an unprecedented third Cash in the Vault match. I’m guessing you’re well prepared for it?

Carlos: I have been gearing my entire year for this moment. When I saw what the timeline was of my potential return and when I could get contract negotiations squared away, I made it a personal goal to either take part in the Cash in the Vault Ladder Match, 24/7 Battle Royal or a World Championship match. I wanted to be involved in something that has the potential to be huge and here I am.

Mao: We have been watching previous Cash in the Vault matches as well as matches of all of Carlos’s opponents. He’s in top shape, both physically and mentally, and is prepared to take on all comers and break this so-called “CITV Jinx” that people are talking so much about. We’re here to shut a lot of people up and make sure that we leave London in a position to make a serious impact on the EAW Landscape, regardless of what brands survive.

Eve: There are seven other men in this match and each one of them are just as confident and assured of themselves in this match and ever since your now infamous “Young Boy” outburst a few weeks ago, you’ve drawn there ire. What do you make of this?

Carlos: There’s not much we can do. It’s competition. Eventually someone would have been offended by something I’ve said because that’s just how EAW as a whole is and always has been. No matter how gracious, how polite, how noble my intentions and words have been, it’s full of skeptical people willing to cut you down for the smallest of character flaws. It’s quite saddening really.

Mao: Not just that, but look at some of the people talking about Carlos. People that can’t keep their names off their lips. Scott Oasis for example. He wants to ask us when’s the last time Carlos was in a main event. Carlos, just since he’s come back, been involved in huge matches with people like Zach Genesis, Jacob Senn, GI Styles, and so on. Does HE have any matches that are worth noting? Has HE been main eventing HIS brand? Is HE one of the most talked about returning superstars in EAW? No. He’s just some bleach blonde loser who wants to try to shoehorn his way into speaking because he can’t do anything but speak. Carlos 10 years from now, well past his physical peak, would still kick Scott Oasis’s posterior from London to Belfast.

Carlos: I wish Scott would have stayed quiet. I don’t think he realizes exactly what he’s gotten himself into. He talks about all the power and skill that he has, all this newborn confidence and how he’s done all this stuff in a year that I haven’t done in a decade. As I said all along, typical “Young Boy” stuff. I know people don’t like that term, but people who think they know my career history are typically people like this who run their mouths without thinking it through. I’ve beaten some of the most influential, legendary and respected men in the history of this company in an EAW ring. What has he done in his year of supposedly nearly tasting glory that I have not done? All the stuff that Oasis has said means not a diddly shit to me. He can come out to the ring and get his whippings just like anyone else. I certainly don’t fear him and I’m very confident that if by some unfortunate circumstance I do not win at Pain for Pride, he will certainly not leave with the Cash in the Vault contract in hand. Why? Because he’s a weak person. Not physically or spiritually, just mentally. His comments reek of someone who’s grasping at straws or willing to say the same stupid narrative that all the other people in this match are spewing at me. He’ll have to see me in that ring eventually and he will pay dearly for speaking my name out of turn. I don’t care how tall or fat he is, I’m going to kick him into obedience.

Eve: Pizza Boy has really been vocal as well, Corrupt and Jamie O’Hara especially have also brutally attacked your career record and resume. Do you want to respond to them right now?

Carlos: I don’t know what to make of what this young man has said to me the last few days. He’s gone from totally respecting me, saying he honestly feared me to picking a fight to calling me a corrupt politician and saying that I have people against me. -Laughs– I’m also quite amused that he called me little considering he’s barely as tall as my little sister himself. I think that he needs a sobering dose of reality. I’m not the nice guy like Jamie or the complete wild card like Eclipse. But I’m not a drunken fool like Corrupt or Genesis either. Nor am I a generic also-ran like Scott Oasis. I don’t claim to be royalty either, unlike a certain Russian Young Boy who’s due for a beating of his own. He’s even had the nerve to compare me to a sloth. The same man who was traveling across this country and across this planet for different venues to compete before he was popping zits in high school. The same man who came to EAW to PICK A FIGHT with anyone who would dare stand in the opposite corner. Champion, Newcomer, Aging Veteran, Vixen, Talentless hack, I have never cared. I have not offered him any empty praise. He is speedy. He is brave. He has been incredibly lucky of late. I also don’t think he measures up to me quite yet. I know this, somewhere deep in his soul he knows this. Are we getting to the point that we’re policing ourselves as a culture, as a company that we have to keep feeding people bullshit and tell them they are good and on the same level when in all actuality they are not? Is this where we are? Count me out of it, dear. He is right about one thing though: I’m not the man who once ruled the wrestling world outside of the EAW kingdom with an Iron Fist years ago. I’m even better. He will feel my strength full force and know that he shouldn’t have poked a tiger with a stick while it was starving, caged and getting angrier by the second. This will not be a very pleasant first Pain for Pride for him. He will experience immense pain and leave with very, VERY little pride.

Mao: We don’t really put much stock into what Corrupt has to say to be honest. We agree that he’s a very talented wrestler but not someone that we believe is of any real concern. To us, he’s like the Eclipses and Arens and Scott Oasis of the world, just simply raw meat for the Tiger to consume. We don’t suffer fools much and we will not suffer him.

Eve: And O’Hara?

(Carlos and Mao look at each other for a moment before smiling.)

Carlos: I have gotten quite an intense introduction to Jamie O’Hara the past few weeks. He beat me once. In a match, cleanly. We had a tag team match were I scored the decisive fall for. The ongoing pursuit of exellence that Jamie has embodied is commendable. I respect him without little doubt or reservation the most of any opponent that I will face in this match and honestly more than most opponents I have faced in EAW in general. Somewhere along the way, I’m not sure where, he crossed a line. Some may argue I crossed the line when I called him a Young Boy, which is true, but he said that I am finished and irrelevant. That my time is up and his time is now, to steal a certain wrestler turned rapper’s phrase of choice. There is a message that only I can deliver to him and I hope that somewhere tonight he is watching this broadcast and is aware of everything that I am saying to you all right now….

(Carlos turns to face the camera directly, looking straightforward into it, calm but the intensity evident in his eyes.)

You don’t want me as an enemy. You can rest at night as an opponent, but you don’t want me as an enemy. I hold grudges for a long time and regardless of result I will be holding a very longstanding grudge against you. Not for anything that happens in the ring, but things that you say when you’re around cameras, when you have a microphone in your face. You think that you can say some of the things like you have to me and we’re going to be all fine afterwards? I have come to EAW, to London, to pick a fight, and if you want one here, I’ll be more than happy to see you in the ring and face you man to man. I don’t make the same mistakes twice, Jamie, and there is no man on this earth I can’t pin to the mat for a three count or make submit or beat them enough to the point they cannot continue to fight. I understand that this match, this important match, this CAREER DEFINING match that we have one of the next two days is not like that. All you have to do is go up to the top of a ladder and retrieve a briefcase before other people. You’ve said that this match is about the changing of the guard, about how your victory will be seen as a triumph for your generation. I have one particular question of all the crap that you’ve said: Why won’t MY win matter? Who’s to say that I don’t cash in on the Valliant Tyler Parker or the Upstart Alex Anderson? Why can’t I simply relieve the moronic Zach Crash of his ill-gotten championship or cash in on a man who I think may be EAW’s current Ace alongside Tyler Parker, Xavier Williams? What’s to stop me from interrupting a three way match for Starr Stan’s championship and turning it into a four way contest? Or picking off the winner.

I am not Lochlan Rossdale. I am damn sure not that fatass Ryan Savage. I am The Most Complete Wrestler in the World and my time has come to finally reach up and grasp the last elusive piece of the EAW Puzzle and claim one of the three honored crowns of Professional Wrestling. If you win, I will not chase you. As long as you stay away from the World Heavyweight Championship, the belt that the entire Wrestling world knows that I covet and obsess about, we will hardly ever cross paths again. You’ll drift onto life with your brand and in your world and I will do the same.

I WILL remember your transgressions if we fight again, and I will do everything possible to make sure you have a defeat on your record at my hands, a permanent reminder of the strength and unrelenting fighting spirit of the generations that have preceded you, the companies that you decided to take a shit on, the legacy of the man who time and again offered his hand to you in respect, even with a firey competitive spirit. You will regret angering me.

If I win, I will challenge either Tyler Parker or Alex Anderson when I say so and there won’t be a damn thing that either can do to counter it. Then, my destiny to become the Greatest Champion in the History of EAW and quite frankly anywhere else will unfold. I will turn back challenger after challenger until I am the unquestioned and undisputed ruler of all that I survey. People will come to understand exactly why people like Pizza Boy are openly fearful. People like Scott and Christopher will see the full fury of the man that they have openly mocked.

NO LONGER WILL EAW ELITISTS AND VIXENS AND FANS BE ABLE TO QUESTION MY UNQUESTIONABLE TALENT.

MY CAREER.

MY LEGACY.

ALL OF IT WILL BE BEYOND REPROACH BY ANYONE EXCEPT THE MOST DECORATED AND MOST ELITE AND ONE BY ONE THE TITANS OF EAW WILL FALL AT MY HANDS UNTIL I LEAVE NOTHING BUT A PILE OF BROKEN BODIES AND SHATTERED EGOS AND DISPROVEN MYTHS AT MY FEET.

And if you decide to come along and challenge me? Don’t dare think that I will show you any respect, any mercy or any sort of warm feelings. I will beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Instead of me sitting in some hotel room wondering why I can’t beat Jamie O’Hara, you, YOU, YOUNG BOY, will be weeping and clutching yourself in the fetal position wondering why and how is it that you can’t defeat me. Why you can’t unseat the most Dominant and Mercilless Champion that EAW will have ever seen.

I’m glad that if nothing else, the people of EAW can see behind the veneer of niceness and giving your all for the fans and for your country and all the other bullshit that you have been spewing out ever since you have arrived. This is the absolute difference between you and I: People are learning that you were a vicious wolf in sheep’s clothing.

People have known that I am an ego-driven wrestling dictator. People KNOW that I will do absolutely any and everything necessary to defeat my opponents. I have backstabbed friends, dumped girlfirends, broken contracts, and sacrificed my well-being, both physical and mental for this. I don’t take breaks to go vacation and party. I take breaks because I get to the point sometimes that I fear for the safety of people I go against. It’s not just my health that I am careless with, it’s the health of others.

THIS is the kind of man that you will be fighting. A word of advice, Jamie. Don’t pursue this after Pain For Pride. Don’t come looking for me. Don’t hide in those shadows. Do NOT come for the World Heavyweight Championship. Do NOT come to me or anywhere near Mao. Do NOT tempt me of reverting back in full to the completely savage way of my past. You’re in enough trouble as it is, kid. Believe me, you don’t want anymore.

My talent is a thunderstorm, a roaring force of nature that will tear through Wembley Stadium until every last one of you are beaten, battered and bruised in the ring as I stand in the Center of it and the Wrestling World at large as the 2015 Cash in the Vault.

The Rain of My Talent Will fall over you all….and there is not a damned thing that you, Pizza Boy, Aren, Scott, Christopher, Eclipse or Genesis can do about it.

(Carlos grabs Mao’s hand, her face a bit shocked as she is pulled away. He leaves the Hall of Fame festivities and heads back to his hotel for one last night before he meets his destiny.)

(The camera pans to the inside of a bar. Music is playing and and people throughtout the bar are talking and having drinks. There are several pool tables where games are in session. Venom and Nick Angel walk into the bar where they look around at it. They then make their way to the counter area where they ask the bartenders for drinks.)

Venom: This is my environment. Man, if Pain for Pride was like this, there would be no way we'd lose, but we aren't going to anyways, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Nick: I like your confidence. But we still have to finish the mission.

(The bartender brings Venom and Nick two beers. They both take a drink as Venom looks disappointed.)

Venom: I'm tired of the same routine. I just show up in a bar and drink, might throw up on the occasional lady or end up in the womans bathroom. There was also that one time I started serving drinks myself with a blond wig on and called myself Hannah Montana... boy I was really drunk that night. But you get the idea.

(Venom stands up and walks over to the larger, clearer, area of the bar.)

Venom: Lets have some fun on the final night before we win the Tag Titles.

(Venom looks over to the bartender.)

Venom: DRUM ROLL PLEASE!

(The bartender ignores Venom.)

Venom: I SAID DRUM ROLL PLEASE!

(The bartender this time acknowledges Venom and gives him a drumroll as Nick looks on confused.)

Venom: Nick... YOU AND I ARE GOING TO PLAY BEER PONG.

Nick: I defeated you at basketball. Now I’m going to beat you at your own game.

Venom: You'll need beyond luck to do that.

(People gather around the bar as the bartender sets up cups and hands Venom a ping pong ball. Nick walks over to his side as he too is handed a ping pong ball. Venom looks into the crowd pulls over a guy to play with him.)

Venom: Can you play and what's your name?

Guy: I can play... and you know my name...

Venom: No I don't.

Guy: Yes you do...

(Venom looks at him closely and laughs in surprise.)

Venom: NICK! IT'S THE PIZZA GUY!

Nick: Man are you already drunk to not notice that IS Pizza guy?!

(Venom and Pizza guy get ready. Nick then reaches into the crowd and pulls out some body random to play with him. Nick looks at him and looks annoyed and disappointed.)

Venom: Who's your partner?

(The guy turns to Venom.)

Venom: IT'S TOMI VENUS!

(Venom breaks out laughing again.)

Venom: That's enough. Let’s begin.

(Nick and Tomi both throw balls at Venom and The Pizza Guys cups. The Pizza guy throws one and misses. Venom then throws one and makes it. Nick drinks the cup. Nick goes again and makes it. Venom then drinks the cup. Tomi goes but misses again. Venom and The Pizza guy both go and they both make it, Nick and Tomi then both drink.)

Venom: I've been playing this game for years Nick.

???: Excuse me!

(The Interviewer named Susan that previously interviewed Nick and Venom approaches them.)

Susan: I found you guys, would you mind another interview?

Venom: Sure, why not?

(All four players go again and they all miss. Nick goes and misses then Tomi go and make it. The Pizza Guy drinks and then makes one of his own making Tomi drink. Venom goes and narrowly misses.)

Susan: Ok, so, Mr. DEDEDE recently spoke again to you guys, any words on him.

(Venom watches Nick and Tomi both go again as both of them miss. He then begins to speak.)

Venom: You can't really teach old dogs new tricks, can you, Mr. DEDEDE? This little game between you and The Mercenaries continues to escalate and you continue to neglect us. Surely you know what Nick and I are capable of? Don't you remember the countless beatings and countless embarrassments you suffered at OUR hands? But to you, we don't deserve recognition. We don't deserve anything in your mind but humiliation. But haven't we earned your respect? You're a manipulator yourself, and I did that to you. Surely you can respect such a thing since you call yourself the master of it. But I guess the bad blood that exists between us is what prevents that from happening. Getting attention from you is not something I strongly desire, I'm more content if you don't acknowledge us, it just make us defeating you that much better. Persuasion isn't a tactic that works in an environment like this. Persuading others to realize that we do present the threat we say we do is useless when this particular environment is clouded by some of the biggest egos to exist in EAW. The reason we haven't gotten an abundant amount of attention in recent months was because we were participating in petty squabbles with Ventura's oppositions. But attention will come when something controversial happens. I could suggest that you brace yourself, but you'd probably just ignore that suggestion anyways. I anticipate that we will be the center of a controversy so great that we will be receiving attention from all of EAW. But how can the two of us spark such controversy like we will do? By winning the Tag Titles at Pain for Pride. It's that simple. Nobody expects us too; we've been too underrated and too overlooked for people to not be shocked by that inevitable outcome. I'll give credit where credit is due as you two did earn those titles. But now somebody who has earned them more than you have will get their rewards for all of their hardwork, which will pay off. The Renegades to you are just two individuals from your past that you could care less about as it was a time you would much rather forget as we caused you great deals of pain didn't we? Our win on Voltage was more important than you may think. Even if it was through interference, it displayed that Nick and I can still coexist in chaos. Chaos sparks a panic in many individuals and they become irrational. Their following actions that ensue is what ultimately costs them. Chaos will occur tomorrow, and we are prepared for it. You have been through so many wars and you almost always come out the victor. But now you are engaging in a war where the odds are in your favor but your adversaries are much more dangerous than you originally predicted. You've been a brilliant general at Pain for Pride, Mr. DEDEDE, but everybody loses sooner or later.

(The Pizza Guy goes again and misses. Venom goes and hits it forcing Nick to drink. Nick goes and misses, Tomi then takes his turn and makes it making the Pizza Guy take a drink.)

Venom: This is getting fun

Susan: What about you, Nick, what do you have to say about Mr. DEDEDE?

Nick: You know, for all of the differences that Mr. DEDEDE and I have? I can easily say that he is the master at winning wars. He recognizes all kinds of perspective and it isn’t difficult to see me prefer him as a superior elitist than Y2Impact in this situation. We agree that Y2Impact has rather a very unhealthy obsession for redemption. However, that’s where all the mutual understanding ends. For once, of all of my time in EAW that I have never been deceived by such comments from Mr. DEDEDE. It’s not that Mr. DEDEDE gives me threats as I know for a fact that many elitists attempt their best to take me out of the competition and I’m still here, fighting to live another day. No it’s the fact that for all of my fights that are epic with the one and only Mr. DEDEDE for the past two continuous years, you would think that Mr. DEDEDE would actually have some decency to go KNOW what he is confronting. Instead? He goes on ramblings that I don’t deserve respect. He goes on ramblings that I don’t deserve attention. Alright Mr. DEDEDE. Maybe you’re right that as of right now that I don’t deserve respect because I haven’t done anything noteworthy yet. Maybe I don’t deserve attention because once I was given attention in EAW, all I’ve done is do nothing but fuck up my own opportunity to cement my own legacy. Then again Mr. DEDEDE? What I’ve learned that if you fight for other people’s respect and attention? You’re never going to get anywhere in life. What I’ve learned that in my AWF days to the present days where I came back from EAW? I learned that no matter what I do, it’s a whole lot to fight for myself because I know damn well that the naysayers will have any type of excuses whenever I have achieve anything in EAW. The naysayers laugh at me when I rejoined EAW due to starting at the bottom of the pyramid. The naysayers laugh at me for playing second fiddle to Johnny Ventura. The naysayers laugh at me for potentially being another “pawn” in this game of chess within the likes of Savage Ryans and the Mercenaries in this match. But you know what the naysayers can’t laugh at me? They can’t laugh at the fact that when I enter that ring week in and week out? I don’t hold their opinions with high regard. I don’t hold their opinions with high regard when I dedicate myself to crafting my abilities as a wrestler while moving up the ladder of success. I don’t hold their opinions with high regard when they can’t tell me that I cannot win a match against guys that are hall of famers in the biggest stage there is. But until it’s done? No one can ever know until the final result. I used to be this flashy, showboat guys that had some modest success but at the end of the day? Efficiency is what will drive Venom and I to glory. Your comments about wars may be true Mr. DEDEDE, but you’re talking about to guys who would rather not do well and win as opposed to do well and lose. After all in sports, you don’t know the guys who finished second. Only the guys who finished first and I will make clear intentions of cementing Venom’s and I name to being one of the select few to defeat you at Pain for Pride. Scratch that, with an opportunity like this? I will make clear intentions that we’re going to be the first one to defeat you and Y2Impact at the same ring in Pain for Pride’s history.

(Venom and The Pizza guy both go and both miss. Nick goes and hits it forcing Venom to drink and Tomi misses on his shot.)

Venom: You're hanging in there, but not for long. The Pizza Guy and I got this. You're not that bad by the way.

Pizza Guy: I can do more than just deliver pizzas.

(Susan goes back up to Venom. As Venom prepares for his turn.)

Susan: Ok, moving on. What about Death by Velocity?

(The Pizza guy goes and misses. Venom then goes and hits another cup as Nick takes another drink. Venom then begins to speak.)

Venom: I didn't foresee you being all that intelligent, Ciserano, but you've baffled even that prediction with your ignorance. Nick and I have acknowledged Death By Velocity plenty, it's just your fault for not paying attention. You approached with a similar argument as us about being overlooked, but we've made notice of all our opponents, so feeling that way is no one’s fault but your own. Now let me exploit your most laughable mistake. You claim Nick and I have accomplished a lot in a very short time together, yet we've been allies since this time 2 years ago. We just both had extended absences from EAW, but we picked up where we left off once we returned. But I can't blame you for that, since you weren't around when we first were. But this is the first time Nick and I have made a run at the tag titles as a team and we have accomplished a lot. I would have preferred Death by Velocity not interfering in our match on Voltage, but a wins a win. It's an accomplishment itself as we beat the Tag Team Champions. I've seen you in Tag Matches and quite a lot of them we're for the championship, and one thing I took from that were you two being accustomed to losing. You've won many tag matches away from the titles, but you two choke when it matters most. We've faced the Savage Ryans, and The Mercenaries have never even teamed in EAW before. So Nick and I are in an ideal position, but every team thinks they're in an ideal position too. But only one team can be, and that team is the Renegades. How do you two possibly hope to win? You're track record on stages like this is horrible, and this event is the biggest of them all. After you two lose to The Renegades, disbanding as a team is a good option to go with, so that way you two can begin to forget your shortcomings together. All teams struggle, but only great teams can utilize those struggles to help propel them to greatness which is what the Renegades are doing. But you two have been struggling for so long, that you'll never leave that state of mediocrity at which the two of you currently reside. But Nick and I have come even further than the two of you. Maybe if we weren't in this match, you could win, but Nick and I have come too far to lose. I have never looked at failure as an option but I have never believed it as something that can't exist as I do now in this current scenario. Victory at Pain for Pride is the only thing that exists for Nick and I, nothing else. Lots of things can happen, but Nick and I will found a way and do what you two have failed to do so many times before.

(Nick wipes his forehead and him and Tomi both go again and they both hit the cups. Venom and The Pizza Guy both look shocked.)

Venom: You two really are some lucky bastards.

(Venom and The Pizza guy both drink. They then both take their turn and miss. Nick and Tomi go again but they both miss this time. Venom and The Pizza Guy both go as The Pizza Guy misses but Venom hits forcing Nick to drink.)

(Susan goes back up to Nick as he sits down the cup. She begins to speak but Tomi interrupts.)

Tomi: I know you don't want to interview me... but how about we got get a cup of coffee tomorrow?

(Susan looks disgusted.)

Susan: EW! No way!

(Susan looks back at Nick.)

Susan: What do you have to say to Death by Velocity?

Nick: Ah it’s about time DBV has stated anything in regard to their match. At least everyone now knows they have a pulse! You know, I would be afraid that they wouldn’t be in Wembley for Pain for Pride because I haven’t seen DBV attending the Hall of Fame ceremony by any stretch of imagination. Maybe because it was too packed with elitists and vixens alike. Regardless though, while it’s fortunate to know that DBV has shown they have a pulse, how much of a pulse does the DBV can actually make a difference to this match? Honestly speaking? DBV can provide the numbers game when everyone is down due to fatigue but I’m being pragmatic when I speak of this. DBV has not shown any capabilities of winning this tag team match whatsoever. Sure I can recall Venom being pinned in a fatal four way, but that was not a fatal four way tag team match. And ironically enough, DBV is a prime example that they are not meant to be utilized as a tag team. I do not underestimate that DBV may have up and coming talent but EAW is more of a “What can you do for me now” league instead of paying for past achievements like the Mercenaries and the Savage Ryans, or in DBV’s case….potential. Potential can mean a lot of things but honestly speaking from myself? Potential means nothing if you don’t do anything with it. I’m sure I’m not the first nor will I be the last to tell my story. I knew what it’s like to waste away potential. I knew what it’s like to envy people’s opportunities just because I knew deep down that I had the abilities to make a huge impact at EAW. And while the scouts of EAW saw talent, they didn’t see my psychology that failed me many times in EAW. Sometimes in certain situations, it doesn’t matter of who have the bigger stick; it matters of who’s swinging the stick. In my opinion as to Death by Velocity? They may have potential but they have not shown me any indications as to why even if they have a higher “upside” that their incompetence cannot catch up with such upside. They accused that Venom and I have been tag team for a short amount of time when contrary to their beliefs? Venom and I have teamed up in numerous occasions, notably the time when Venom and I put Tyler Parker and Mr. DEDEDE to the sword at No Regards not too long ago. Perhaps it’s a rookie mistake that DBV doesn’t know the history of any tag team and while that may be fine with time, they can’t be afforded time if they have the ambitions to win this tag team championship match. They are going against competition that have well-seasoned veterans that still possess dynamisms that could change a match in a blink of an eye. Without any indications of possibly annoying the Savage Ryans, I hardly see anything special in DBV. They lack the awareness of their opponents; their track record is hardly anything home to write about. And more importantly? They will crumble under the might of tag teams that will have no problem squashing them like a grape, including us.

(Nick goes again and hits forcing Venom to drink another cup. Tomi goes and misses. The Pizza Guy goes again and misses but Venom hits another cup right after him making Nick drink another cup.)

Venom: It's 3 to 2 Nick. You can't win.

Nick: That's what you said last time in the clutch for basketball.

(Nick goes again and misses. Tomi goes and hits it as The Pizza guy drinks. The Pizza guys and Venom both go again and miss.)

Venom: Come on, Pizza Guy, we've got to win this.

(Susan gets a beer of her own and goes back to Nick to continue the interview.)

Susan: Before you guys finish, do you have anything to say on the Mercenaries?

Nick: I am rather intrigued of the Mercenaries attempting to make a show at Pain for Pride rather than winning if anything. After all the statements by Y2Impact “In victory or defeat, we put on a show worthy of an event at this magnitude” gives them the green light to actually be OKAY with defeat as long as they put on a show. At least that’s how I interpret the comment. It displays the extreme arrogance by a tag team that really doesn’t care about results entirely, rather the glamour and showbiz if anything. You know who actually gives a shit about results? It’s the people who dedicate their lives to even be in a tag team championship match like Venom and I. We dedicate our soul, our time to put in the sweat while bleeding to actually make us feel that we feel entitled to win the tag team championship. What about the Mercenaries who either doesn’t know anything about dedication whatsoever because they hardly know the history and status of hard workers like us? The fact that the Mercenaries have to mention 3rd rated shows like Turbo, NEO where Venom and I are far beyond the point of status is sickening. Let me remind you that Venom and I have defeated the current tag team champions alongside frustrating some of the best elitists in the best brand at a premier show like Showdown. There is nothing 3rd rated about that. Another fact I’d like to mention that the Mercenaries are a prime example as to not giving a shit about anyone else unless their status is equal to the Mercenaries’ like Mr. DEDEDE? The Mercenaries basically booked themselves to have a shot at winning a tag title shot against someone who has a similar status. While it may be to frame and exploit Mr. DEDEDE, I can easily assert that what I’ve learned this week? The Mercenaries doesn’t give any attention to what full microscope of the events in the tag team match. All they see is going against Mr. DEDEDE and a bunch of guys that are irrelevant in their eyes. I got newsflash for them. The Renegades will not tolerate such arrogance from the Mercenaries. The Renegades has done many things as to why they shouldn’t be slept on but still be slept on. Then again, it’s better to walk in knowing that you have a chip on your shoulder for not being underestimated, undervalued but to also be basically neglected by entitled bitches who are only in the match to gain retributions for what should’ve been done a long time ago. Contrary to what Mr. DEDEDE thinks of me as a tactician or a general, I can easily say in regards to the Mercenaries? I will not interrupt the Mercenaries when they are making the mistake of neglecting me. In fact, whenever they are making the mistake? Venom and I will showcase the might of cohesion, chemistry and consistency over a tag team that has no unified stance, barely any team chemistry and no viable sample size to show consistency. And I like the fact that the Mercenaries bring up their past accolades. OK, I’ll admit that Venom or I’s accolades pale in comparison to the Mercenaries. But just like I asked the question to DBV about potential, I’m going to ask the Mercenaries the same question. We are living in a league where it doesn’t matter about what you’ve done in the past. You are not getting paid for your past achievements entirely. You are getting paid of what you can contribute to EAW. And I’m going to ask the Mercenaries this. What have you done for EAW lately? Because without the dedication and sweat you didn’t put in, the Mercenaries are not going to get the result they feel entitled to. Without any indication that they are preparing for a tag team match as opposed to a handicap match, the Mercenaries are basically digging their own grave. That’s fine with me. It’s entirely fine with me the Mercenaries brings up their accolades. But you know what Venom and I are going to do that no one has done before? That is to beat three hall of famers at the same match in the biggest stage there is. And that’s a feat that will take a long time to accomplish until this weekend.

(Susan quickly goes over from Nick to Venom.)

Susan: What do you have to say about The Mercenaries?

Venom: How is it that we're hogging attention, HBG? The Mercenaries are the ones speaking of their profound greatness as a Tag Team. That's practically an attempt to be an attention seeking rod. We have gone back and forth belittling one another for the better part of a week now, and where has it got us? Tempers are boiling over between us, and it makes us just want to win that much more, or that's the case with you two. Nick and I have wanted to win this more than any of the teams in this match since before we even got in the match. I didn't attempt to sway your attention from the Savage Ryans to us out of me seeking more attention; I did it for your own good, so you may actually present a challenge as a team. Nick and I haven't let championship matches slip through our hands time and time again because we haven't had that many title matches. Are you beginning to comprehend how hard Nick and I had to work just to receive this one opportunity? We've probably had to work harder than you have ever had to in your career, HBG. If we win, this wouldn't be a disgrace or humiliation for the Tag Team Division; it would be a blessing in disguise. How can a team that has never even teamed in this company before be worthy of winning the tag titles in their first time teaming together? How is such a thing like that not a humiliation? If we win against 3 Hall of Famers, it wouldn't be a fluke, it would establish that we are just a lot better than people assumed us to be and it would be clear that your presumption about you two being a great tag team was false. The nefarious way you two have gone about trying to belittle us is disgraceful. You say we have egos, but how can our egos even be relevant to yours when the magnitudes of your egos are too large for proper comprehension? Our win will not be a fluke. We don't deceive ourselves into thinking we can win when we know we will. Us using deception on ourselves is just another one of the ridiculous notions of Y2Impact to try to gain the upper hand on his opponents through nothing more than pure intellect. It's worked in the past, but it won't work now. You perceive us as everybody else does, but as humans, we often perceive things the way we want to. You don't want to perceive us as a good tag team, you want us to be the exact opposite, leading to the dilemma you two are currently in and you're not even aware of it. That's how strongly you didn't want to believe we could win and through that belief you convinced you of just that, but reality says something different. It says that we are the only true challenger to the titles that are worthy of such an honor. What have brought disgrace to the titles are teams winning them when they shouldn't have even been a team in the first place. But on the rare occasion that a true team does come along, the titles beckon to that team, and that team, which is us, we’ll seek to clinch the titles before they fall into the hands of two more treacherous individuals. The titles are beckoning us, and it is our duty to seek them out.

(Susan steps back satisfied.)

Susan: Thank you for your time guys.

Venom: No problem, now let’s finish this game. Ready Nick? Ready Tomi? Ready Pizza Guy?

The Pizza Guy: Yes.

Tomi: I guess.

Nick: Indeed.

(Nick goes and misses. Tomi then goes and misses.)

Venom: Let’s wrap this up.

(The Pizza Guy goes and hits a cup forcing Tomi to drink. Venom goes and misses.)

Venom: We can't lose this!

(Nick goes again and makes it forcing Venom to drink.)

Venom: Ok… if Tomi hits this, we lose.

(Tomi looks very nervous as he goes again and his ball hits the edge of Venom and The Pizza Guy's final cup.)

The Pizza Guy: I'll finish this.

(The Pizza Guy goes and misses.)

Pizza Guy: Damn it. I came to London to see Pain for Pride and to have fun, not to lose any games though.

Venom: Don't worry, we win this now.

Nick: Oh please, you're about to pull a choke job like LeBron.

(Venom looks at Nick with a smirk on his face. He takes a deep breath and throws his ball and it goes in. The people watching begin to cheer as Nick drinks the beer from his and Tomi's final cup. Both men look disappointed as Venom and The Pizza Man begin to celebrate.)

Venom: WE ARE THE MASTERS OF BEER PONG!

Tomi: So close again... hey Susan-

(Susan looks at Tomi.)

Susan: Don't even think about it.

(Venom takes his and The Pizza Guy's final cup of beer and goes ahead and drinks it. He then asks for more from the bartender.)

Venom: Nick, tonight The Pizza Guy and I celebrate, this weekend however, it will be us with the Tag Titles officially ours. How does that sound?

Nick: With wings and pizza? Sounds great to me. First off, we have to win the match though in order to make the promise a reality.

Venom: Then let’s do it. It's time we avenge our past Pain for Pride losses... I just hope I don't have a Pain for Pride 6 repeat and throw up during the middle of the match.

(Venom and Nick both get more beer and continue to drink as more people come over to play beer pong. Tomi then walks up to Venom and Nick.)

Tomi: Hey, I know, can I manage you guys?

(Venom looks at Tomi for a few moments without saying anything. He then throws up on Tomi.)

Tomi: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THIS WAS A NEW SHIRT?

(Tomi storms off to the bathroom as Venom passes Nick another beer as he continues to drink from his own.)

(The Camera fades to black.)

(Maxwell Dachs is standing outside the O2 Arena. He is sitting on a park bench. He is wearing his Intergalactic Championship around his waist and is wearing a grey suit with a purple dress shirt.)

Maxwell Dachs: The Hall of Fame ceremony. Where EAW's greatest were honoured. Where great champions and warriors are recognized for all of the work that they have done throughout their careers. All of EAW's greatest wrestlers were rewarded for their hard work by being put into the Hall of Fame. All of them except for one. The forgot about the Intergalactic Champion and Earth's space hero, Maxwell Dachs. This is an act of disrespect and I am taking it very personally. This is bullshit. Why aren't I being inducted into the Hall of Fame? I am the face of this company not only for my people but for the whole earth. I am the Intergalactic face of this company and have done nothing but represent this company like the hero that I am. Please. Someone please tell me what fuckwads like Tyler Parker and Brian Daniels have done to deserve to get put into the Hall of Fame instead of me? It makes me sick every single God damn time that I am reminded that I was disrespected by not being put into the Hall of Fame.

(Dachs uncaps a bottle of Vodka and takes a swig. He loosens his tie and unbuttons the top bottom.)

Dachs: So, I have taken it upon myself to honour those in the 24/7 Battle Royale and others I deem worthy. That is why I am opening up the EAW INTERGALACTIC HAAAALL OF SHAAAAAAAME. I'M TAKING ON ALL COMERS. AND I AM NOW INTRODUCING THE CLASS OF 2015! EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE 24/7 BATTLE ROYALE. AND IM INDUCTING THEM ALL! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!

(Dachs stands up with the bottle of Vodka and begins walking through the parking lot.)

Dachs: First off I will induct all of these TLA wannabes. All these jabronis who want to get ahead like how TLA did just because they are from the Mexico. I've already talked about JJ Silva and I won't bother continuing to do so. I'm not one to repeat myself over and over again. However, I haven't talked about this Mexican Samurai fellow. How is that even possible? Samuaris came from Japan, fuckwad. I mean this fucking guy. Does he even watch Dynasty or any EAW show? Because if he did, he would know what my championship actually looked like. Then this fucker goes on to be a condescending cunt to me? No. I don't think so Samurai. You'll pay for that. Nobody speaks like that to me.

(Dachs takes another swig from the bottle and sits on the hood of a car.)

Dachs: Alright. I'm gonna fire off some more of these inductions. Most of 'em are people I've already talked about. So here we go. Hold on. Daniel Marshall; fuck this guy firstly he calls my championship worthless? Wow dude real fucking original. My totally legitimate championship is not quite as worthless as you, cupcake. He wants to bring me down a couple pegs? Oh okay! Good luck with that. No one can bring the Intergalactic Champion down. I'm out of this WORLD bay-bay! Hey but at least he has the common sense to remember that I am the best, not just in the world, but in the galaxy. But he's still a fuck cunt, so whatever.

(Dachs takes another swig and takes a look at a Post-It note that he is holding.)

Dachs: Alright I got a couple more guys and I really don't got nothing to say about them. I have no literal clue who these jabronis are so, here we go. Terry Chambers. Who? Luke Backs, I mean Luke Braxton. Again, who? Umm. Salot? What? Who is that? It sounds like some toast for drinking. Umm who else do we got? Chris Elite? Fuck who is that? I have no clue.

(Dachs stumbles over to the bench again and lays down on it after taking another swig.)

Dachs: Alright that gets all the nobodies out of the way. Who do I got next? Matt Miles? That pretty boy ain't got no chance against me. And he knows that! I already told him why. Then I got the Spookmaster General Vic Vendetta. Christ. This guy thinks he's so damn spooky and scary? Vic, buddy you don't scare me. I have things to worry about that are far beyond your realm of thinking. And the fact that you haven't even bothered to even knowledge me, just shows that you are smart enough to no challenge me. But hey, I won't take it to personally man. You'll understand at the 24/7 Battle Royale why you should have shown me the respect that I deserve. Same goes for the other lazy fucks who haven't bothered to show me respect. I'm looking at you, A-Will and you too Franchise Demon. And that just leaves ahh Kerry Keller? Annd The Bridge City Asswhipe annd (Dachs sighs) Aurora Rossse. Good god. Well to make this easier on my stomach I'm not even gonna bother with Kerry Keller. I'll probably puke again if I do.

(Dachs sits up and takes a swig out of the Vodka bottle.)

Dachs: Listen here Bret Kennedy. I'm really sick of your shit man. He continues to spew this incoherent bullshit. It is truly driving me crazy man. But atleast he isn't this cunt Aurora Rose. This fairy thinks she can just push real men like me around. I know she got one easy shot on me. Whatever. I'll show her in the battle royale. She is this little girl who thinks she can get go through the battle royale by being this pretty fairy who does nothing but flip around. She's a wack and when I in the battle royale she will be... she'll be...

(Dachs stands up and tries to walk but he walls and lands face first on the pavement and drops his bottle of Vodka. The person filming the video puts the camera down to check on Dachs. He does so then rushes back to the camera and turns it off. The video fades to black.)

Fortune favors the bold.

So you can go on facetime, you can chat up with Ryan Savage the inevitable prospect of your heart-crushing loss at Pain for Pride, you can flirt with your freckle-faced shitstained obese Baristas, you can read your GQ magazine, find out what the latest Zayn Malik hairstyles look like, model yourself after your favorite fallen One Direction member, go back to that luxury resort hotel you've already trashed by now and prepare for this match by torturing those raisins you call testicles repeatedly until you no longer know what it's like to feel pain... And then the Heart Break Gal and I will remind you.

You can brush your teeth, wash your mouth out with soap in a hopeless attempt to disinfect it from that blue waffle-ass hooker's pussy you ate last night, waltz down onto the grand stage they call Pain for Pride with a mouth that looks like you just contracted herpes. You can give us a lesson in dime-store philosophy. You can call Kierkegaard, call Heidegger, call Nietzsche, tell us about your existential experiences with the philosophers who rose from the dead, tell us how good the weed you smoked to resurrect them was, tell the EAW universe about all the knowledge they imparted into Mr. DEDEDE's thick-ass skull.

You can shave those pubes on your face you call a beard, you can shave your taint, stick your hand down there real nice, take a gigantic whiff of that foul-smelling odor, call your daddy, tell him you always hoped to be a doctor and every day you look in the mirror it reminds you of the constant melancholic sadness you feel in not being able to achieve your true dream, compensate as well as you can for your micropenis by looking in that same aforementioned mirror and repeatedly uttering while no one's around, "I'm The Gawd! I'm Mr. DEDEDE! Nobody can tell me I can't torture my testicles! Who gives a damn if she had herpes? Who gives a damn if she had gonorrhea?! HUH?!?! Not this five-time World Champion, not this hulking best of a man chiseled from the finest marble. They need to put my freshly waxed ass in the Smithsonian Institution!"

You can call up your sister, ask if you can fiddle around and play with her friends at recess when you come back from your loss at Pain for Pride, ask if you can stay and play house, stay and play dress-up with them, groom them real nice, cop a feel and claim you're just getting confused in your old age when they question you. You can print out those pictures of Ryan Savage you have on your laptop, you can ponder to yourself how his mere existence emasculates you, twiddle your thumbs and bitterly denounce God for giving you such a tiny penis.

You can brag tediously on and on about your victory over me a couple years ago, you can run down literally the entire series of events that led you to the first international Pain for Pride in EAW's history, you can try to find a cure to the pearly penile papules that's been bothering you for over two years now, you can yell at the fans and scream at them until they stop chanting...

PPP! PPP! PPP!

We know you don't like the chant. We know you hear it in every arena you go, every state and country you travel to. You hear that one chant and it makes the blood boil inside the hemorrhoids on your gluteus maximus. One single solitary chant and the existence you so fervently tried to shape for years on end is shattered like glass. Sure, you might not win every battle, those victories others have earned over their belt against you may be insignificant in the grand scheme of all this... but you won't win the war. You're entirely right in saying that he who laughs last, laughs best. I wholeheartedly agree. That's why, when the Heart Break Gal and I decimate you and your shit-for-brains tag team partner at an event that will capture the eyes of the entire world, we know you'll need to laugh. We know that it's hard to bear the brunt of the pain that comes with a harsh defeat, and I felt that same pain when you put me out of my misery in front of a capacity crowd in my hometown two years ago.

I felt that pain when I lost the Answers World Championship to Starr Stan.

I felt that pain when Alex Anderson put me out of commission and began the start of a debilitating injury I was only capable of fully recovering from two months ago.

I felt that pain when I was rendered motionless on Showdown every single week while I watched lesser extremists like Jacob Senn, Lethal Consequences, and so on grasp hold of the crown the belongs only to the Quintessential Champion.

I felt that pain when everyone thought Tyler Parker ended my career for good and believed they would never again see me on their television screens.

I felt that pain when everyone dragged my name through the mud, shit and stomped on me, dubbed me a corporate shill, called me a company man for months on end while I was UNABLE to compete because of career-ending injuries.

And you're going to feel that pain at an event dubbed aptly, Pain for Pride, the pinnacle of wrestling, the largest spectacle our world of wrestling has to offer. You're going to feel that pain when you hear everyone talking down about you after the match, pointing their fingers at you while you run away in disgrace. So you're right in a way, Mr. DEDEDE. The entire arena, the capacity crowd, every single elitist and extremist in the back will be laughing...

But they won't be laughing with you.

They'll be laughing at you.

Fortune favors the bold.

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #8

I know I've been extremely hyper critical of the opposition this week but it is Pain For Pride, and we only have one more day to go until the biggest show of the year. In order to send a direct message, I feel as though I've jumping all over the place. I'm not bipolar nor do I have multiple personalities but that is the kind of manic energy that one needs in a match like this. This old war horse lubricate the joins and be prepared to go into battle once again.

I've been training a lot recently by trying to do activities that I did when I was younger. I thought I would go over to a gymtaka and try some tumbling but my age clearly showed as I came tumbling directly onto my face.When I started my career, I was revered as an up comer high flying luchadore but I also knew that the style would fade as my bones rusted. I needed to continue to adapt and evolve with the world around me. That need for survival in a time of chaos has led me to staying alive today in a ring full of young lions. There is a still a trick or two that this dirty old man can employ in a match but I've reverted to other means in order to ensure that I win. I've recently started hitting weights to make up for my loss in dexterity and quickness. Don't get me wrong... I can still fly high when I need to but the risks are starting to outpace the rewards.

I picked up strength training and cardiovascular exercise because I noticed that I'm becoming slower and I need to make sure that every punch counts. I might even "Homer Simpson" the competition. My biggest assets have always been my tremendous heart that comes from the Mexican fighters of the past and my durability. I'll take punch after punch just to make sure that I give one back. I'll knock you the fuck out though and that's the difference between wannabes and a veteran. I don't think my opponents quite understand what's in front of them. I'll be the ring general this upcoming Saturday. You might have wrestled in EAW longer than me but I'll show you what a person with true experience and wisdom looks like.

Time is ticking and people are getting antsy. The fans have already started declaring winners in their head, and the funny thing about that is that there are doubts about the once current favorite, Matt Miles. There's a certain scent in there air, the fans around England can smell an upset taking place and it happened the moment that I struck my boots onto this soil. Each day I've opened my mouth; the believers have grown more and more. They realize what this company has done unto others and they realize that this company has no future. This match went from being the easiest pick of the night, to the hardest winner to decide and that was simply because I'm participating in it.

That's the kind of power that I have when I say things and show them. I bring doubt into any equation and the fear that runs in other wrestlers as they try to stammer out a response, is shown. I'm here and I'm marking my territory. This is the "real" debut of the Mexican Samurai. You can ignore my match on Voltage because that was merely a showcase to show off my abilities but people still simply swept me under the rug. I told you, though.

I told all you!

I'm sure that you all still count me out as the rookie who doesn't know any better. That's okay because I'll still continue to not only raise doubts but straight up intimidate other people because they know that they are in the fight of the life when they are in front of me.

Things have gone retro recently, which is fitting considering the social trend towards the 80's and 90's. Everything old is cool again.

Chris Elite, you had your shot over and over again. I'm hoping that we can go one on one after this so that I can prove my outright dominance in a match. You try to get under my skin but you are just a minor annoyance; another body that is insignificant in the outcome of my destiny. You are a thorn on the side of EAW and I'm going to have to get rid of you. This is not child's play. This is where adults meet up to wrestle. You think I was being silly by throwing my little Social Justice Warrior chant but we all know that you are the joke in the ring. Congrats, on being thrown at first.

To all the other opponents at Pain For Pride. This is it.

LET THE BEST MAN WIN!

Pain for Pride promo #2

"I'm in charge."

Dearest Tarah Nova, has your mother taught you not to talk with a filthy slut mouth like your own? Oh and honey, a period comes after a sentence, and a question mark after a question! Wow, you didn’t learn that in your little meth lab play house, did you? You’re so dismissive with your responses and to be quite frank you’re childish. You tend to talk way more than you need to, as well, it seems. Opening my legs? Calling me sandbags? Figure of speech, bitch! Learn you’re fucking place. Jesus, just your voice in itself irritates the living fuck out of me! You ramble and talk but you show nothing in the ring. Jesus, just all day, all I hear is bitch, whine, and moan, complain, and gloat! You think I’m some ignorant bitch from Florida? Nah, you got it all wrong. I am smart, I am fierce and I could take your fucking championship, hell your career in a heartbeat. We all know the reason why you’re so high and mighty. It’s because you’ve got that asshole Zach pinned by your waist. You think just because the guy is decent in the ring you can just rise above everyone else and say you’re almighty? Nah. You’re acting like a spoiled, bratty bitch who deserves to be put in her god damn place. I don’t like you, and I think you know that. You want to attempt to call me out? You think you can just run your fucking mouth and say it’ll all be dandy and fine because your champion? Wrong. You are the worst excuse of a fucking champion that I have EVER seen. You call yourself the Vixen Killer because you have no better name for yourself, because you’re fucking ill in the mind. You’re an idiotic piece of shit who doesn’t deserve the spotlight anymore and I will be the one who takes it from you. It’s the Vixen’s division against you for a reason. It’s time to fucking set your ass down and take a beating instead of acting all tough and just flexing your fucking muscle. So, yes, I have a fucking good body and I use it to my advantage. So what? I love my body and I love myself and I take pride in who I am, which is obviously something your crack whore mother never taught you considering the way you speak to those who are obviously higher above than you. Man, just talking about your fucking cracker ass makes me want to vomit. You’re a disgrace to this division and a I’m embarrassed to even call you a fucking co-worker when you don’t even work to get what you earn. Why isn’t any questioning the fact that you didn’t earn your championship? Yeah, I ain’t the sweetest piece of fucking fruit in the basket but there are people who have worked a million fucking times harder than you have or ever fucking will. I fucking hate your guts, Tarah Nova. I fucking hate you and everything you do and speak. You are fucking revolting and I cannot wait to grab a fucking hand full of your hair and smash your disgusting, inverted, inbred face into the mat on Sunday. You can’t take me seriously? Well take this as a threat, bitch. I AM COMING AFTER YOU. You have a target on your back that is desperately waiting to be hit by myself. You speak in tongues, manipulative, malicious lying tongues. Now, let’s talk about the fact that you decided to pull out my first two matches in the EAW; no, I didn’t win them. I was weak, and I wasn’t ready. But what makes you think that was truly me? I have worked and built myself up to this point. I have climbed the ladder. And honey, to be afraid of a fucking cracker jack like yourself would be an insult to myself. Scared? Of Tarah Nova? Oh my god, you should be a fuckin’ comedian! You’re fuckin’ hilarious. You hit hard, yeah, I know, but I can hit harder. I can fucking put you on the mat and show you why I’m the real fucking Woman in this situation so fuck you for even attempting to say I’m scared. Now that I think about it, you actually sound petrified! Because you know your irrelevant reign, come Sunday, is OVER. And honestly, even if I don’t win, just to know that you’re fucking rid of the championship will save my heart from worrying. When I get it or, maybe, just maybe, when someone else gets it, I hope it’s disinfected and actually taken care of. So call me a cocky princess again, bitch. I dare you. I fuckin’ dare you. I will fucking wipe your ass out flat on the mat and make you beg and wish that you never even joined the company. Once I hit my Miami fucking Made on you I WILL FUCKING EVOLVE INTO THE WOMAN YOU NEVER EVEN SAW COMING, CUNT! SO FUCK WITH ME! YOU have fucked with the WRONG BITCH! I have been ready for months now to take your spot, and I have been ready to defend that championship like it should be to any god damn Vixen who comes in my fucking way, INCLUDING you. So fucking prepare for a hurricane to commence at Pain for Pride, Tarah. I ain’t never sucked up to nobody, NOBODY, so don’t think I’ll start now to a no good, compulsive lying piece of shit like yourself. “Oh, Maria what you gonna do when you lose at Pain for Pride?” Even though the chances are fucking slim, if I do lose I will fucking come back and I was fucking come after whoever has that title. I will work my way, hard or slow to get where I need to be! So fucking run ya’ mouth, punta! You a fuckin’ little girl who ain’t shit compared to a woman like me. I won’t blame everyone else if I lose like you would, cunt. Oh, and never, EVER compare me to you again. I ain’t nothing like you nor will I ever be. You shouldn’t insult a fucking woman like that, ignorant piece of shit. God, I can’t believe I’m wasting my breath on a stupid white bitch thinking she knows what’s right. So just ignore me, don’t care about anything I do. It’ll just make it easier for me to drop you on your ass when the time comes. Not like anyone ever gave a shit about you growing up, obviously. You’re parents probably never taught you respect considering what a fuck up you turned out to be, just like the rest of your fucking family, I bet. “End of story.”? Like what the fuck? Did you not fucking finish high school to learn how to properly end an oral presentation? Oh, wait, you’re probably too busy sucking Zach off while he’s finger fucking the guys upstairs so you stay happy, miss ‘killer queen’. Yawn. I’m over you.

And then there was one. Haruna. Haruna, despite the fucking cracker cunt of a champion we have, I actually respect you. You aren’t fake, you stick to your morals and you actually worked to get where you are. But, when it comes to getting in the ring with me, Haruna. I will destroy you, just like last time we were in a ring together. However; I wish you luck tomorrow. I hope you can find it in your heart to gain the mutual respect I have for you so we can co-align as competitors to take the championship off of that fucking TaTu want to be. Whether it’s me; which it probably will be; or you…I’m glad that the championship is in good hands. I’ll see you in the ring, honey.

Oh, and fuck you Tarah Nova, fuckin’ flat chested cunt.

One Man Upon A Ladder

Pain For Pride Eight Promo VII

Can you feel it?

The warmth of the crowd, the energy that flows through your body when you step onto that stage before the world. The cool night English air sweeping through the stadium, clashing with the warmth. It’s intoxicating. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you’ve got goose bumps up and down your arms and you begin to become overwhelmed by pure joy…

Can you hear it?

Your name being chanted, the fans cheering you on as you make your way to that ring. You can hear your music bouncing around the stadium and suddenly the announcer says “Hailing from…” as you get closer and closer to the ring…

Can you see it?

The sun has set, the lights litter the stadium in a sea of different colours. Red, green, blue, white, gold, orange, whatever. Your music, your presence has created a unique atmosphere that words simply cannot describe. In that brief minute or two you are the only person in the world that matters; all the eyes are on you and you alone. Your eyes become locked on the ladders that line the ramp and they lead you to the one single thing that matters in this world; the briefcase. Hanging a couple of feet above the ring it hangs there; your hopes, your dreams just waiting to be plucked from the hook. How can something so small contain such greatness?

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The camera fades in to reveal a rather large, empty warehouse; large triangular beams stretch from one side of the building to the other with an office box with large windows at one end. The sun filters through holes of the rusty and decaying roof and a skylight revealing the dusty and stained floor. It switches to focus on a cockroach crawling along one of the beams against one of the tin wall before swapping to a fly resting on the window of the office. A dark, shadowy figure approaches the window and scares the fly off as the camera pans up but cuts away; back to a shot of the warehouse in full. A few moments pass and it suddenly switches. It’s night. The moonlight seen through the skylight illuminates the room and hundreds of box televisions have been placed around the walls of the warehouse in a curved manner. The camera cuts to show a series of cockroaches crawl along the tvs before they suddenly turn on revealing a ticking clock; each television with the same countdown ticking in unison. The camera cuts back to reveal the large number of televisions. Once again the camera jumps forward in time momentarily but this time a ladder sits in the dead center and a dark shadowy figure sits at the top. Hardly a tough question to answer; Jamie O’Hara pulls his head up and looks directly into the camera with a grin dashed across his face. Another cockroach crawls over his shoulder.

We are over a day until Pain For Pride and while I’ll still need to wait that extra 24 hours for my chance, my time, my moment, It’s rather exciting for this event to come around so soon. It’s been a while since I stepped out onto such a stage but those feelings are coming back rather quickly. The closer it gets, the heavier it all feels and I know that by the time my music hits life will feel like ten thousand tons and that’s where my mental battle begins. What I’ve endured this week going back and forth with Carlos Rosso has been nothing compared to the uphill battle I face in two days. I don’t know where to begin about the fights I’ve had with myself, staring into a hotel mirror for hours trying to convince nobody but myself that I belong here and I shouldn’t simply give up. Yet, for nights on end I slept with my passport on my bedside, my bags packed and one eye on the door so I could run if I wanted to; never sleeping. I could get up, shower and I’d be gone; nobody would hear another word from me. And every other night I slept I woke up from nightmares of what I want to achieve, as if it was so far out of my reach that my efforts would result in nothing and when the sun rose and its light filtered through the curtains all that reminded as my imprint on the bed sheets. Time and time again I battled myself to stay. Now? No more. My head is in a much better place, I know exactly what I need to do, what needs to be done in order to achieve the success I desperately crave. Every time I step into a ring I’m not struggling to win a mental battle between myself along with the other one my opponent sets for me. It makes me a rather dangerous person. Nothing is more so when a man as a clear mind and the talent to secure whatever he dreams of.

You’re perhaps wondering the point of these televisions? Each is a place for the hundreds of talents that will sign up over the next few years. Each television is the same, none are bigger than the rest, none of them are in a more pristine condition, none of them have any noticeable marks. They’re the same. A generation of unknowns who will flood the ranks of the roster and begin to carve their own path. Some to be world champions, some to find a place to settle but plenty to come and go. All represented by a television here and me? Sitting at the top of this ladder I will stand to rule above them all. As a champion, as a legend, as an icon. As a God. For so long I’ve talked about a proverbial ladder but now, I have the perfect representation of it. Here I sit at the top and despite how high the set below is, despite how high that top row of televisions are, they’re not even close to me up here. That’s the way it is and that’s really the way it will always be. Once I reach the top of the company I’ll remain here, unconquerable. I will carry this company on my back, take it to heights that it has never seen before and ensure that its future beyond me is in better hands than it is now.

All of that begins at Pain For Pride.

The televisions cut to show previous winners of the Cash In The Vault match in a highlights package. It begins with WWEFan at the first Pain For Pride in New York City, moving onto Extreme Engima with a clip of a dejected Carlos Rosso. The camera cuts to Jamie O’Hara looking down at a television below him, chuckling at the delight of Rosso failing to win the match. The package continues to move through the history of the match; Hurricane Hawk, Superior Quality 85, Eddie Mack, Zack Crash before finishing with Xavier Williams. The package simply replays as the camera pulls back to reveal a briefcase hanging beside O’Hara; a replica of the very thing he’ll fight for in just days. O’Hara reaches up and softly sweeps his hand over it removing some dust with another smile.

This…this means so, so much. A world championship with almost a one hundred percent guarantee of a successful cash in. Anytime, anyplace. It doesn’t matter what hell the champion has gone through, it doesn’t matter how much pain they’re in; you can swoop in and take away their championship much to the joy or disappointment of the fans. It’s a game changer. It’s made careers, there’s no doubt about that; all we need to do is look at Xavier Williams cashing in and solidifying himself at the very top this year. I will be the next man to have his career boosted to the very top by winning this match and no matter how I do it; whether I indeed swoop in or I take the more formal, more respectable route of setting a time, a date, a place. People see that as a weakness, throwing away such a prime opportunity and to some it’s seen as a slap to the face of everyone else who would have done the compete opposite. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve won a briefcase like this before and the following week I told the champion he had a month left to reign before I was going to take it all away. It was a moment two years in the making and I made those last few weeks absolutely worth it. Judging by my confidence I’m sure I don’t need to go on about the result of that match. Here’s the thing, I’m a man of honour, I’m a man of respect and the briefcase won’t change that. I’m not going to need anyone’s assistance to get it done, I know the moment I cash in whether it’s then and there or announced well before I will win, it’s as simple as that. It’s just my destiny to do so and destiny is a word that’s somewhat ridiculous, isn’t it?

Fact is that for months I’ve carried the expectation of being something special. From fans, to management to our own peers, the whispers I hear have a degree of truth to them and now, with such a chance to prove them right I’m not going to walk away, I’m not going to lay down and let someone like Carlos Rosso think third time’s the charm TAKE from me this opportunity. Nobody in this match will do that. Nobody in this COMPANY will take away my place up there, in the highest echelon we have to strive for. A generation has arrived, there is no disputing that and a new wave of talent is sweeping the shores of EAW. It needs a leader, it needs a man who will stand tall, define this generation and standing on top of a ladder with that briefcase in my hands will be a memory captured forever; a defining moment.

The camera jumps around the room, switching to several shots of stains, the electrical equipment behind the televisions and the office space above looking down on O’Hara. It cuts back to the front but this time there is no briefcase, just several pictures circling around him with a light shining down on them. First was a picture of O’Hara copping Lannister’s wrath with a Feuer Frei. The second shows Jamie O’Hara pinning Ryan Savage for the New Breed title. The third shows O’Hara limping away from the Elimination Chamber in the main event of Road To Redemption. In the middle are two skinny pictures; one showing Vic Vendetta standing over O’Hara with Lannister standing victories behind him and next O’Hara standing over Vendetta with the New Breed title held high. The second last image shows O’Hara once again dejected as Stark celebrates in the background and the final one is a shot of Jamie O’Hara sitting in an empty Wembley stadium.

My rise from defeat has been nothing sort of stunning. These pictures highlight the moments that matter and yes, most of them involve defeat. It’s only those moments do I find the strength to evolve and set my mind on becoming something better…something greater than the man walking away dejected, a loser, defeated. I could have made them all about my victories, the moments that some will say define my rise but it’s just too easy to show the world the victorious, the strong, the conquerable side of me and well, that’s the route most people like to take to get the point that they’re great across. Me? Yeah, I’ve thrown around plenty of reasons to justify the belief I have in myself to be one of the all-time greats but not here. At this point I’d much rather prove why this match is just mine for the taking. It comes down to your resolve, your ability to stand up and take whatever punishment comes your way; your heart and your determination. Despite my loses, despite my setbacks I have constantly picked myself up from the dirt, dusted myself off and kept striving forward for much great things and if I ever needed a match to prove that those qualities are vital, are more important than your hopes or your dreams or how good you in the ring as a technical expert then this is it.

I’ve fought and I will keep fighting regardless of the result in a few days. I am no more than one year away from becoming world champion. I truly, truly believe that and whether that’s assisted by Cash In The Vault or its earned another way, it won’t really matter but never once in the past year have I wasted an opportunity to prove myself or claim something I wanted. Each time I’ve been given a chance I’ve defied expectation, I’ve defied the belief and I’ve ALWAYS walked out with more respect, more pride than I walked in with. I said at the start of the week that the names Jamie O’Hara and Pain For Pride will be linked. Think of me and you’ll think of the moments I will create at this special event. Think of the event and my name, my legacy will be remembered. All of that begins at Wembley, it all begins with Cash In The Vault. I’m not even going to speak about leading a generation, I’m not going to speak about my own importance. This match, for myself, caps off a return to a business I thought I had moved on from and had no hope of returning to. Two years spent going from place to place, company to company and always finding a reason to leave but not here. I gave myself a chance, I fought and I remained at times I didn’t want to. All so I could prove what? I’ll be open, Universal Wrestling Federation, whose heard of it? Nobody I assume. Names like Dean James, CF Schulze, Shaker Jones, Richard Garcia, Lucifer Creed and Rick O’Shea; men NOBODY would have heard of. It didn’t make those years facing them any easier and when I rose above them all, when I finally won back that World championship I thought I was unstoppable, I thought I was something special but I wasn’t and I began to doubt myself. Coming here, my goal wasn’t to win championships, to win accolades, to become a legend, an icon a hero. None of that.

I simply wanted to prove that I was everything I thought it was. Prove that I was the first class act, the elite athlete but more importantly a great, great champion. I’ve proven the first two, now it’s time to prove the last thing; I am a fucking champion.

The televisions change to a package of The Pizza Boy as the camera cuts to a shot with no pictures surrounding O’Hara. Showing his short time in EAW, plenty of clips involve O’Hara himself including their more recent match. Some clips show Bailey and Percy, O’Hara’s concern they may intervene in a less than desirable manner. However, the package ends with both men shaking hands, a still shot that shows the grand respect they have for one another.

It’s taken us a while to get here, hasn’t it? It feels like it was just yesterday that you and I were tearing the house down to qualify for this match and leaving each other broken, unable to get back to our feet. It was in that moment that I realised just how good The Pizza Boy truly is and if I were to take the same path as six other men showing you no respect or failing to take note of your presence, I’d be simply throwing the match away. I’ve had that belief of treating you with dignity and respect reaffirmed time and time again simply being around you but more importantly the way you composed yourself as our contest last week and I know we have plenty of matches left in the tank to do it all again. Unlike Carlos, unlike Mstislav, unlike Corrupt, unlike Diemos and probably unlike Oasis you’ve been one of two people to return the class and respect I’ve shown, it makes sharing the same ring together just that much better regardless of the outcome and regardless what may or may not happen. Like we’ve done so many times PB we’re going to tear the house down. We’re going to rip and tear into one another but this time it’s for a much, much greater prize. I won’t let the respect and the class get in the way of that, I’ll do what’s necessary to win; you more than understand that point of view, right? Sacrifices are well…sacrifices. They need to be made, bridges may need to be burned, but on a stage like Pain For Pride, with a world title shot hanging above the ring, there is no time or place for the “what ifs” this match beholds.

The televisions change to a video package of Zach Genesis. Various highlights since November last year play but none more so than his Interwire victory; standing at the top of a ladder with the belt in his hands, Genesis plays to the crowd in the video. It cuts again to a more recent contest between Genesis and O’Hara when they teamed with The Pizza Boy and Scott Oasis respectively and finishing with his segment on Showdown this past week. The image of him standing on the ladder victorious fades in.

Of all the people in this match, you undoubtedly have the edge when it comes to this match. Having scaled the ladder and ripped down the Interwire championship, it’s something I’ve yet to do, something anyone here has done lately. I don’t think I’ve ever congratulated you on winning that belt and I’m sure there’s a time and place for some quiet ones. Like The Pizza Boy you’ve been the other of two to show me the same class and respect I’ve shown and that’s nothing but appreciated. However, where you and PB differ is that I can kick your arse, beat the living piss out of you and because of the blood in our veins we’ll laugh it off and move on with our lives; that same respect will remain, I have no doubt about that. When I speak about this new generation, I talk about people like you Zach, main event caliber talents who will find their time in the sun and reign as a proud world champion but sadly, there is no way that happens if there isn’t someone paving the way. That, in the end, is the point of me being victorious at Pain For Pride. To secure my future but also yours. You and I need to really make the use of the respect and admiration we have for one another to ensure that us “young boys” aren’t being overshadowed by the bygone era that Rosso so desperately clings to.

The televisions become split in two with a line of them switched off down the middle. One begins to show Christopher Corrupt and his wrestling expertise and the other begins to play a package of Eclipse Diemos, focusing more on the tattoos that cover his body than his matches in the ring. However it focuses more on the Showdown general manager being wheeled out and giving him a place in the match. The words “respect” and “place” being to switch across all the screens.

I’ll be blunt here, despite your efforts to convince me that you deserve respect and you deserve to have your place here I still believe in neither. That’s why I’ve grouped you two together. It’s basically a way of saying without repeating myself later to stay the fuck down when you get your arse handed to you. Neither of you truly stand a chance in this match despite logistically standing as much of a chance as us true contenders; I just hope you two show a little bit of heart, a little bit of desire so I have more to crush by taking that briefcase down. Maybe then when we clash respectively down the track I’ll treat you both with a little bit more dignity and a little more respect. Of course, after this weekend I’ll be moving my career forward and you two will simply look like ants in the rear-view mirror; the only chances of us meeting is when I would want to use either of you to make a statement. But that’s then, that’s down the track a little bit and I don’t want to get a head of myself. Pain For Pride, this match has the future to be claimed. Someone is going to stand at the top and define the next few years of this company at least. Ask yourselves, is that a place for you? Standing on this ladder and showing the world that you’re ready to handle that responsibility? That place on the card? The brightest lights and the most intense fights there is in the world?

I don’t think so. All of that is going to become rather clear soon enough.

Once again the television switch off before turning back on to nothing but static. The Russian national anthem begins to play but the sound quality is poor. The screen switch to a shot of soviet Russia, soldiers marching through red square before, like the rest, a highlights package begins to play of Aren Mstislav. From the New Breed battle royal at Territorial Invasion to Dynasty’s Elimination Chamber match and to more recently his alliance with RAGNAROK. O’Hara looks on, rather keen. When the package pauses O’Hara looks up smiling.

Just watching that, our careers have followed a similar trajectory since I’ve arrived haven’t they? Even more so than Scott Oasis. From the battle royal, to our respective title reigns, to our performances at Road To Redemption as mere kids. We’re something special, you and I and it’s a shame you’ve gone rather quiet but I guess it shows your wits; knowing when it’s best to back off and find a more appropriate place. The big talking point of it all is that I’ve seemingly always done better than you. Winning at Territorial Invasion, lasting longer inside the Elimination Chamber, my title reign being well and truly longer than your reign. But I’ll take your advice and not rest on the past because…well, apart from proving that I’m simply a cut above you in every area of this business, there isn’t a whole lot of worth to them in this match itself. I have zero doubt in my mind that we’ll share a ring together plenty of times down the track and once again we’ll reign as champions at the same time. I would like to make a bet, in fact, I encourage everyone to put their house on me having a more successful and memorable reign; I have a feeling it’s going to become a rather common trend when our careers are compared in the end. Aren, I’ll keep nice and simple so I don’t repeat myself too much. This is where I pull away. This is where I take my career to the next level, beyond where you stand. Once again, zero doubt you’ll find your back to the top, everyone with true, raw talent eventually finds a way. You and Scott can squabble over who is only second to me…well third considering the amount of daylight there is between us.

The camera pans around the room slowly as the televisions changes to a package of Scott Oasis including his more recent piece of media. “Sick of it” becomes scrawled along all the televisions over the highlights. It beings to focus on the Territorial Invasion pre show battle royal, showing O’Hara barely surviving by the skin of his teeth and Oasis livid on the outside of the ring. The camera turns to O’Hara who chuckles, finding joy in watching that moment before the televisions end with Oasis standing over Matt Miles at Road To Redemption with the Interwire championship in his hands.

So, it’s taken you this long for the cat to release its grip on your tongue. Oddly enough I tend to find that people hate me even though we’ve had little to do with each other. First it was Ryan Savage and now it’s you; although let’s be honest I set both of you back months in your careers by emerging victorious. However Scott, allow me to correct you; it wasn’t until I overcame Rossdale and Quality Control that I decided to throw on the tag “Tomorrow’s Legend”. It was only then that I had proved to myself that I could carry such a name, such a title and not be embarrassed by early defeat. You’re talking to someone who at that time of the battle royal had zero expectations to have this success. See, that’s the difference between you and me; when our reigns ended I was already looking forward to making my next move and had recongised, marked this very match on the calendar. Unlike you, I knew when it was time to walk away from my belt, I had become the longest reigning, undoubtedly the greatest New Breed champion of all time, overshadowing the reigns of mere legends of this business. It really shouldn’t be any surprise people treated me in such a manner where you were tossed to the side. I like that it burns inside of you…the hatred…the disgust. You and Carlos should form a team and call yourselves “No O’Haras”. That’s original? Right?

Here’s another difference between us, when I defended it I decimated my opponents. What happened to Rossdale? He’s gone. His career is dead. What happened to The Nas? He’s gone. Dead. Vic Vendetta is only now getting back to a place of relevancy after leaving him defeated at Fighting Spirit in February. And after every defense I was handed a reward; an EAW Championship shot in the MAIN EVENT of Road To Redemption, a place in the King of Elite tournament and a place on the Reckless Wiring poll to face Diamond Cage where I failed by a handful of votes to mere nostalgia. You’d be right in saying that you’ve always seemed to look like the better man, I won’t deny that but the catch is when it maters? When it’s all on the line I’m the man who stands victorious over you. The battle royal you cling to? It doesn’t matter how good you looked, how close I came to defeat, I still left with the title. Just like all these tune up matches you’ve looked like the better man but in the end, I will once again step away from you and I’ll climb that ladder. I truly am the better man Scott. Unlike you, I’ll always find a way to become victorious. I’ve already invited Corrupt and Carlos to come challenge me for the briefcase once I obtain it, how about I extend you the same chance? Come, challenge me on whatever brand I end up on and I’ll prove to you, just like I’ll prove to Corrupt, just like I’ll prove to Carlos and everyone else who wants to test my legitimacy.

I’ll put you down and I’ll end any speculation that you’re even close to matching it with me.

The televisions suddenly shut off and the only light comes from moon above. The camera changes to a shot of the television at the feet of the ladder, looking over the shoulder of Jamie O’Hara. After a moment, it switches on and a package of Carlos Rosso begins to play. His highs, his lows but notably his failures when it comes to Cash In The Vault; Norman Hellion tearing him apart lights his face up with joy. It cuts to their match last week with O’Hara hitting the Scarlet Dawn to defeat him before cutting again to several clips of the interview with Eve and the press conference. O’Hara leans back and admires what he feels he has accomplished as Carlos lashes out and kicks a chair over. The package monetarily pauses on a single shot of Rosso and Jamie’s face turns from pride to a blank, emotionless stare.

Without a shadow of a doubt you are my biggest threat in this match. We have the same desires, we have the same ambitions, we both want to see ourselves rule this company as champion. We’re hungry, we’re desperate and if it weren’t for the fact you’ve been here for seven years compared to my one we’d almost be identical; wouldn’t we? I know the more I speak it becomes harder for you to be convinced that I have any ounce of respect but I do. You’re a tremendous talent, an amazing competitor with the only competitive attitude on this roster that comes even close to mine; close but there’s still daylight between you and I in that regard.

I was reading a favourite book of mine Carlos and a particular quote from one of my favourite characters stands out. “One man on a wall is worth ten below”. For us, for this match it simply means one man at the top of a ladder is worth a generation below and I have no doubt you know damn well who that one person here is. A little tip, it ain’t you. Face it, an entire generation has arrive and if you believe for a single solidary second that you of all people are going to stop us from taking our place at the top then you are quite simply delusional. Remember what I said what people will say? Nothing. Some are going to be swept up in the emotion of the moment and that’s all; your moment will be greatly overshadowed by someone like Alex Anderson defeating Tyler Parker, Xavier Williams overcoming the clutches of corruption to take back his EAW Championship or even Devan Dubian finally reaching the place you so desperately want to reach. But me? One man standing on top of a ladder representing an entire generation of talent that will replace people like you when you eventually decide to hang the boots up. People will talk about that not just for months but YEARS. Pain For Pride is full of moments that define careers, that define the very importance of the event and that? That’s something that will echo throughout history forever even when the generation after mine begin to fade away and new challengers step forth; I’ll be long gone but that moment, that memory will define a our generation.

One man on top of a ladder is worth an entire generation below.

This is the only the beginning of a great war between you and I. It doesn’t matter which one of us wins this match, the other is going to chase the other. Whichever one of us cashes in and becomes champion, the other is going to be waiting in the shadows watching…waiting for their chance to make a statement and claim their championship opportunity. We’re going to clash, I’ll beat you and you will beat me; we’ll rip arenas apart until there is nothing left standing and steal the show time and time again and if this week has been any indication of what’s to come I will beg the Gods above to make sure our paths truly do become intertwined. The only difference between the two different paths is that you carry so much more weight on your shoulders. In my story, down my path you become the challenger, you failed once at Pain For Pride and now you’re looking for your own sense of redemption. Perhaps we clash beforehand but when it matters, when I reign as world champion it becomes another stage for you to sink or swim. The only thing that remains the same in these two stories is how it ends. Carlos this is the beginning of your end by my hands; my words as my vow you may want to think you’re building all of this to mark your legacy but it’s either never going to happen or it’s going to be crushed before it becomes memorable. I’ve taken you this far, I’ve driven you to the point where you are disgusted by the simple sight of my face and I will find a way to take it even further; the only way to do that is to drive you into retirement, send you home and that house become empty. Like the house that I slept in before I became something, the house that now sits rotting away in Sydney’s inner suburbs, your life will become nothing but a decaying ruin of what could have been. No championship to hold so dear, no memories of reaching the pinnacle…no Poison by your side to keep you company. All I hope is that you keep a picture of me by your bedside, a constant reminder of the man that you simply could not beat.

Deep down I’m a rather sick person. That pain, that torture isn’t physical, I get off on it. I love it. I seek it, every chance I get I will take it and boy, Carlos you’ve presented me with the finest opportunity to be entertained. It’s been some time really, I tried to do that to Lochlan Rossdale but he ended up fading away before I could see the ultimate demise of his life. But you? You’re a fighter; you’re not going to suddenly walk away. You’re going to try, you’re going to try to find that last bit of strength to right the wrongs just like you’re doing this week but it will all be for nothing. I would have proven that you are nothing close to me, close to the caliber required to carry the company on your back and I’ll REMIND you of every promise you made this week, every claim you made about being such a great champion and like I’ve done already, I’ll remove your control over your emotions and they, the false promises you’re making will drive you further into the depths of insanity until Carlos Rosso is no more.

You will not have your moment.

You will not stop the birth of a generation.

You will not have your dreams realised.

I will crush you.

The camera begins to pan backwards as suddenly the televisions, the ladder and O’Hara disappear. All that remains is the Cash In The Vault briefcase laying on the floor of the warehouse covered in dust and cockroaches. The moonlight reveals O’Hara’s name etched into the side professionally with “Tomorrow’s Legend” spray painted over the Cash The Vault logo as the scene fades to black.

We meet the ending of a week long battle that has kept fans fascinated from the start until the end we anticipate. With each day, you guys have thirst for more action between me and my opponent and we’re just a night away until Pain for Pride. To me, this is like Christmas Eve, an event where joy controls our emotions before the big day arrives. Though like a lot of families who want to add the final touches to their Christmas occasions, I must deliver one final message to an old friend. We have contended like the intense rivals that we are and with no regrets made from any comments spoken, the people around the world have heard numerous words been thrown at each other. They could range from my attempts to influence Ventura on his confusions or in Ventura’s case, the mark of assault. At the end of the day, I will not enter this match to disappoint. I have made a guarantee to show Ventura what it means to be the predator I set any ambitions towards, with his lack of faith negating that pledge. At the end of the day, Ventura wants to fracture the personality of Liam Catterson whereas he’d have a better chance to clinch all three world championships for his own at one night.

You have been endless to one depiction towards me Ventura, that you’re a petulant child that can’t accept the truth in his world. In your passion, you want to be mentally prepared and that should be reasonable but the problem is that your comments against me have been nothing but a river of deceit. Never have I stumbled upon a problem like you and your childish approach to this match has been nothing but hilarious to the many but sorrowing for me. Is that a positive sign to hear before your greatest match in history? Then again, why should you take any attention if these comments from you do nothing but shame your reputation? You only care for you; your only ambition in life is to do what is best for Ventura. If the most cherished person in your life was standing beside you, you’d sacrifice her relationship for your personal purpose. Unlike you, I don’t admit to the inconsiderate character you want to see from me. I may have beaten you two years ago but that doesn’t change anything from what exactly happened leading to this day. It doesn’t change the fact you spent those two years devastated due to the shock of my triumph. It doesn’t change the fact no matter what the predictions side with the most because I am not saying there is a guarantee on victory a second time around but what I am guaranteeing is your descent into hell as I drag you to that realm. I, personally, may not rupture anything in your name but you could be. Surprising to hear? Not really if you’ve been paying attention to this battle in the past week. Let me just be the bearer of reminder because no matter the decision of our outcome, I will be smiling with the smirk for evidence on my face. You take a second loss to your name against me; you’ll always walk in EAW with shame, no redemption, just eternally a man who has castered his own fate, a curse in EAW. Or you could highlight yourself as the man who put on all that commotion for some sympathy, so the fans could look at him in compassion whilst he knew deep down, he wasn’t lost. He was just creating an illusion most of us fell for. Either way, you could take one outcome as a definitive moment in your life but there will be a dark burden on your back.

I told you all people. I told you that Ventura was a pathetic moron this company has had the courage to put up with. I admire their valor to have someone like Ventura poison their concentration with the distress he brings. And I am not unwilling to admit that I was right about his denials to the thesaurus comments. I am not at all surprised to hear such bullshit from Ventura’s mouth and I am sure the fans around the world agree. A murderer would never be one to acknowledge his actions to the police similar to how Ventura won’t admit to using a cheat to sound superior compared to me. But like the murderer, the evidence will be evident at some point and through your mediocrity; it sticks out like a sore thumb. Maybe if there is a fear I have to adopt from Ventura’s threats, it is that he will hit me with something that could be more fatal than a steel chair. His book! Please don’t finish me with the thesaurus, that might just break the integrity I’ve built and the last thing I want to achieve is similarities to your failures. All jokes aside, we all accept that you’ve brought yourself this fascination of casting against our minds but we’re not that stubborn to learn your true nature, how this encouragement goes into your head and out that mouth of yours. I know denial is your specialty and I don’t want to deprive you from that trait. We all want men and women to be defined for what they are known for best and for me, I want to provide these fans the best experience they could live through, for you it is about casting denial against us all. But why should a man admit to sins that defy us? Why should we confess to mistakes that damage the name we’ve tried our best to establish to the highest order? Some people just don’t want to be portrayed as bad as what the other person makes us out to be but then there are people who will confess to sins that darkens what we’ve done like I did. I will confess to the treachery of my past, I will confess to the loss I may suffer to you at Pain for Pride because unlike you, I do not fear what I will become because at the end of the day, I am who I am and if people accept me for the choices I’ve made, that is all I want. I won’t let a loss to you define as different as I am to you; I won’t let your comments make me delicate just because you can’t handle comments that disgrace what you are. You’re nothing but an advocate to disease and I won’t allow you to get the upper hand against me. Too much reliance on ignorance is your problem and I hope after Pain for Pride, whether you win or lose, you realize I may be the greatest challenge you’ve ever undergone.

The audacity to call me annoying is amazing from you. It is a shame that you have the right to call me annoying yet you don’t have the appreciation to look at your own reflection. You may talk about your existence in EAW right now contrary to RRS at this very moment but you know what else shows difference in you from RRS? He has created a legacy, no matter how many people have their disagreements for him, he still did a more gracious opportunity for his ambitions than you ever did or ever will achieve. The truth does hurt and what else may hurt for you is accepting that nobody will stop when you want me to. Almost every speech you’ve managed to throw at me has at some point requested me to stop what is being said. Why should I stop? The more you request to stop, the more I’ll just carry on consistently.

I think the end is approaching in this dramatic story the both of us have created. Normally, I would say the best of luck for this match but why should a parasite that wants my demise so bad, who has done nothing but constantly try to put me down to no avail, deserve my respect? You do deserve what you get inside that ring this weekend because these fans want men to become demons and not boys to be triumphant. All this time, you’ve demanded a match for satisfaction, eventually I was obligated to submit and now even you have to admit your own punishment was predictable. Win or lose, I shall finally be free from your continuous assaults against my rise to achievement. The world will eventually be free from your anguish as you will experience the violence you’ve often rejected. No matter the choice of words you connect, you’ll know how demonic I can descend into. Pain for Pride may not end pleasantly for one of us but nevertheless, the match I walk into has no blockades to the limits of hostility. The final words to mount on your shoulders shall be to never close both eyes during the match. You will, on my own life, know that meaning at Pain for Pride…

Pain for Pride Promo 5

Previously recorded

(It's just after 9 p.m. somewhere in London, England. Inside a pub, Christopher Corrupt resides nursing a lager and watching the EAW promos on the television of Jamie O'Hara, Carlos Rosso and Pizzaboy. He shakes his head and takes a big sip of beer. The pub is filling up as Corrupt suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see his wife, Ellie, someone who has remained out of the picture; until now...)

Ellie: Mind if I join you?

(Corrupt pops up from the booth he is in and embraces Ellie.)

Corrupt: Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I've been here a while listening to this shit.

(He points to the monitor in the corner of the room. Ellie and Corrupt take a seat and hold hands, a side people don't see of Corrupt.)

Ellie: Well, while you've been drinking away, I went out shopping at Harrods!

Corrupt: Oh great. I can't wait to see the bill.

(Ellie playfully smacks Corrupt.)

Ellie: it wasn't a lot! Anyway, I went sight-seeing too. I love it here.

Corrupt: Yeah, I like it here too. This beer ain't Bud Light or Rolling Rock, but it will do. Speaking of which, what do you want to drink?

Ellie: I'll have the same.

Corrupt: Alright, one second.

(As it's custom in some pubs to order yourself, Corrupt goes to the counter and buys a lager for his wife and sits back down, handing her the pint.)

Ellie: Thanks hun.

Corrupt: You are welcome. So, I managed to get ringside seats available for you and the guys.

Ellie: That's actually why I came over here to see you. I am not sure we should witness this.

Corrupt: Witness what?

Ellie: It's going to be really hard to watch.

Corrupt: Wait, do you think I am going to lose?

Ellie: No and it's not that. It's the violence. You've become a target to Rosso and Jamie, if not all of them! I don't want our young kid to see this stuff.

Corrupt: Okay...hold on. You flew out here agreeing to do this and to bring our son to see the biggest event of my career and now you're having second thoughts? Now?!

Ellie: I changed my mind after thinking on it. Even if you win, you're going to get hurt.

Corrupt: Alright. But, I need you guys there regardless. No matter how many times Carlos knees me in the ribs and I spit up blood or Jamie kicks me in the skull, I need you both there, along with my team. Come on Ell, you haven't been to an event.

Ellie: For good reason Chris. Because it's horrific.

Corrupt: I'm sorry, you signed up for this shit when you married me.

Ellie: True, I did. But, there's only so much after a while. You are so talented, you're a complete asshole to these guys but I love you no matter what.

Corrupt: Aside from all that. Just be there. Please? Can you show up? With our son too?

( There's a pause in the air that lingers, much like the smoke in the pub did when it was allowed. Finally, Ellie breaks it.)

Ellie: Okay, fine. We'll go. But you explain to your boy why you're receiving stitches and covered in more scars. I know you can win, it's not that I doubt you or your abilities. It's this match with seven others, a ladder and so much more on the line. You could really get hurt and I don't want that.

Corrupt: Oh you're worried about me?

Ellie: Stop it. I am serious.

Corrupt: I'll be alright. I'll get fucked up, but I'll survive. Case or no case.

Ellie: You're like a cat with nine lives. I think you've gone through them now though.

Corrupt: Listen, I do wrestling because I love it and I make a good living. I do it for you and our kid. You guys are what keep me going in it all. I'll survive.

(Corrupt downs his lager.)

Ellie: Not if you keep drinking like that you won't. How do you feel on your competition?

Corrupt: I am seriously just ready to show what I got in the ring. There's been so much talk about how I am unoriginal, generic, no talent and the like. It's time up upset the EAW world and the boys in the back when I take what is mine. The competition is stacked if I am honest, but manageable. I might get targeted but I'll find ways out and break away from the madness and chaos. I mean, Carlos WAS talented. He HAD his abilities, but now he's trying to impress us with these pathetic house shows and everything. He's past his prime.

Ellie: Okay, well the others aren't. What about them?

Corrupt: Fuckin' Jamie O'Hara running his damn mouth as usual but it's good, because I got him where I want him. I want him pissed off and off focus. I am just done with all the talking ya know? Actions have to start showing. And that's what will happen this weekend. I am done with these tools.

Ellie: Can you handle if you were to lose?

Corrupt: Yeah. I don't see the point of bitching and moaning. It's on me to do well in this match. I earned the spot fairly so we'll see what happens. I just want it to happen now.

Ellie: Well let's enjoy our drinks first.

(The scene sets to black as Corrupt settles to grab another.)

In all my years as a Professional Athlete in this business, never had I seen—let alone expected to see—a grown man cry like you have today. I find it rather disappointing; imagine a child’s enthusiasm on Christmas Eve. Little Timmy or Samantha is beyond thrilled to tear the wrapping paper off of those gifts tomorrow morning as they can barely contain themselves. Sleeping seems physically impossible as their eyes will not close. But by some miracle they manage to get through one of the longest nights of the year, they rush down stairs nose-diving into a sea of gifts, unwrapping everything they can get their little paws on, only to find that all of this excitement was wasted on dresses, collar-shirts, dress pants, and a cheap pair of socks. No dolls, no video games, no nothing. Just clothes. That’s how I feel right now. I’m those disenchanted children on Christmas Day. Sure, I should be grateful that I got a rebuttal from you, but it wasn’t what I wanted; and therefore didn’t live up to the standards which were set in place for it. As you may remember, yesterday, I delivered a response to your needless to say direct callout(s) and truthfully I was hoping to get a glimpse of what you’re really made of. You know, like how kids on the Playground will continually shove one another to see which will fall first before the big sparring match, well that was us and you folded first.

When you’re walking around here making rather bold accusations and claiming that you’re better than I am, then I’m going to give you the opportunity to prove it…and unfortunately, you failed to give me your best. I mean you were so convincing days leading up to this moment, I wonder what changed? Perhaps it’s easier to sound compelling when you’re bashing someone who hasn’t said one word as opposed to engaging in verbal conflict with them.

I get the vibe that this encounter is more of a personal matter than a business affair. Seeing as you’ve made it painfully obvious that my words have gotten to you and given me clear access to your emotions; thus making you weaker. Before I spoke, you had this calm demeanor about you; it seemed as if nothing could dampen your spirits as you proceeded on to Pain for Pride. But now…now you seem much more hostile, aggressive, abrasive, and ready to tear me apart. Unfortunately, that which you credit as your biggest strength is truthfully your greatest disability. When you’re all emotional like that you can’t think straight, you get careless, and you make mistakes. One would think that with all the fall-flat-on-your-face moments you’ve had with the current World Champion, you would have been wise to that already. But no, thinking just isn’t a part of your arsenal. For example, had the thought ever occurred to you that maybe I’m not in the running for a Championship because it’d be completely unnecessary? Need I again call to your attention the painful reminder that I—unlike you—have a World Title, two Mid-Card Titles, and a Tag Team Title on my resume’ and in my relinquishing of it a second time, would total in nothing but bragging rights for me? Besides, I’ve already lived a moment that most will never live long enough to achieve, including yourself, and that puts a candle to my dark heart.

I’ve defined what it means to defy the odds; while you’re still struggling to do so. Do you think Zack Crash is listening to your pathetic cries for vengeance? Do you think he’s looking over his shoulder in fear that you’ll be lurking over it? Pfft! I assure you, he doesn’t care. You’re but a pawn on the checkered white board to him; and an insignificant insect destined to be crushed beneath my boot as I excel on my journey to greater things. Which is just a fancy way of saying, you’re in way over your head.

Your first mistake, was insinuating that you know all there is to know about my career, but like many all you see is the outcome of all the struggles and harsh treatment I’ve endured. Anyone who thinks I kissed ass to get where I am, is a moron, because I’ve been one of the few to speak out against conformity; one rebellion in particular leading to the formation of The House of Renegades. Point is, I gave every General Manager I worked for a hard time, one even managed to send me to prison for a week. If that’s special treatment, then I must be one of the most cherished Elitist here.

The second mistake was underestimating me. You think I’m overrated and that there are guys like me out there just waiting to be picked from the trees; well I find that hard to believe. How many men have you seen set a record for most eliminations in a Battle Royal, then go on to break it the year after? How many men of my stature have you seen fly over the top rope to the outside in a single bound? How many men have you seen take finisher after finisher and still manage to stand back up to their feet? Don’t bother answering as I’m certain it amounts to a number no higher than one. In addition to the other stuff I’ve mentioned, that’s why I’m more respected than you are…why I have rookies who line up to shake my hand when I pass them backstage…and why I have legends saluting me after a big match whereas no one bothers to shoot you a second glance. Open your eyes, or more importantly your ears, and listen to all of the times my name has been dropped over the past year by Alex Anderson, The Pizza Boy, HBB, Dark Demon, Diamond Cage, Zack Crash, Matt Midas, Scott Oasis, Starr-Stan, Norman Hellion, Jaime O’Hara, etc (all of whom are scheduled to compete at Pain for Pride). All of them have bragged about their encounters with me, and in spite of how they turned out—whether they concluded in my victory or them prying it from my hands—I consider it an honor because it evidently wasn’t an easy victory to grasp if they’d gloat about it; and if God-willing you could be one of them. But perhaps if you were less consumed with questioning my success you wouldn’t need a rub off of me or at the very least have some success of your own by now. I find the beauty in the irony of it all, if you were to get the win tomorrow, you would not only be given a push in the right direction but it would contradict every point you’ve made about me. And I’ve heard enough from you to know that the mere thought of getting somewhere based on one match with me, would just kill you inside. With any luck it’d push you into early retirement alongside your former companion, Eddie Mack, who I’ve always pitied for coming so far and never really getting anywhere, but what made me respect him is he knew when it was time to put down his weaponry and leave the battlefield never to fight again. That has to be like purgatory to a Professional Wrestler; I mean instead of creating history he now has to sit on the sidelines watching it happen without him.

The same fate may become of you if you continue to underestimate me. It’s not enough for you to be an unhinged animal or a meta human, you’re going to have to be impenetrable to death, but I think we both know that everything—even super men—have an expiration date.

Not much more can be said that hasn't already. Tyler Parker, you are Superman, and I am your kryptonite. I am your Achilles tendon. I'm your worst nightmare. That's what it all boils down to. There's so much to be told within that ring, and I'm genuinely excited.

Ladies and gentlemen, the next time you hear from me, I will have the EAW World Heavyweight Championship placed on my shoulders.

Dictum Factum.

Final Pre Pain For Pride Video

A Sleepless Night, A New Arrival and The Rise of Drive

I don’t understand. How could something like this happen to a girl like me? How did I go from where I was just a few weeks ago to where I’m heading in just a day or two? I don’t know if any of you truly understand what this means to me. What being in London, England does to my heart and soul. Ever since I was young, I have been told that I was too small, not cute enough, not athletic enough to do things. Every time an obstacle has been put in my way, I have risen up to overcome. But I’ve never, ever expected something quite like this experience that EAW gave me. It was just a few weeks ago that my friend Aurora and I made our debuts in an EAW ring. We weren’t even on TV for goodness sake! We wrestled a few guys in a preshow match. And then on Dynasty I’m hearing something that has literally changed my life forever. I was told that I was going to have a match for the Vixens Championship! It’s not the kind of dream one on one match that I always wanted, but it’s a shot at the championship that I’ve always wanted. Not only that but my friend Aurora is having a match too. Very few people live their own dream, let alone live them with one of the most awesome people in their lives.

Tell me…..How does someone like me…a little nobody from Florida that no one had even heard of three months ago, who was wrestling in gyms and small church atriums just a blink of an eye ago, suddenly find herself a half a world away about to wrestle in one of the greatest sports venues on Earth? People can say that I earned it or I lucked into this but I honestly don’t care. I’m truly blessed. Really.

See that picture? That was me. Not even a full three months ago, wrestling in front of maybe 100 people.

Look at this place. This is where I’m going to be performing Saturday or Sunday. Wembley Stadium. Could my life be any grander than to have this moment? At least in my chosen job, I can’t think of a moment sweeter than this. I really can’t.

Stranger from Tunisia, I don’t know much about you, but I’m going to ask you to watch along with Raven Lee what EAW’s Vixens division is all about at Pain for Pride. I respect that you are so adherent to your faith and your God, but you have no right to push things on me that I don’t want pushed. This is not Tunisia or any other place in the world…this is The United States of America. Here, we have the will to DRESS as we please, to WORK as we please, and to LIVE as we please. Many in our country have faith in a Supreme Being, but we are learning every day to not allow what we believe completely control how we interact and treat our countrymen. Look no further than the Supreme Court’s decision today if you need further proof of that. I don’t know much about you and who you are as a person, but let me make one thing clear:

If you think that you’re going to “subjugate” anyone in the EAW locker room to your faith without a fight, you’re going to find out in very short order what Drive is all about. Every last inch of my body will resist you, as furious as the burning righteous rage of any Jihadi or Crusader. Remember that before you say anything else.

Hmmph….I don’t know if I should feel flattered or insulted that you like my jokes, Casper. This is something that you’re going to learn about me: I don’t give up very easily. I’m not like many of the former vixens you’ve chased off and some of the ones who stay and choose to be silent. If you do something worthy of praise, I will always give you credit. If I think you’re being a creep, I’ll tell you that too. I never said that you were a savior to the Vixens Division. I was talking about Raven Lee, a person who recently appeared and claimed to be a savior to us. Not every comment someone makes about a female wrestler in the entire universe is about you! But considering how egotistical and narcissistic you have become. You’re wrong about being a leader. You’re a CHAMPION, you EARNED the belt that you carry with you but you are not a leader by any means.

True leaders don’t bully people.

True leaders inspire people to get better.

True leaders never get so sure in themselves that they think they’ll always remain a leader.

I don’t hate you. Not at all, Tarah. I actually pity you. Not because you’re lonely, because you’re not. Not because you’re poor, because I’m pretty sure EAW pays you very well to do what you do. You’re the best in the world arguably and I’m not talking about just women’s wrestling. I pity you because somewhere along the way you went from breaking out on your own and becoming a great champion to becoming one of the most cruel, despicable human beings I’ve ever heard speak. You are right though about one thing, I will give you credit for saying it to: I may trip and fall. I may eventually do something foolish and experience embarrassing moments that people remember forever and I’ll never live down. One thing that you need to remember about that is I will never let one moment define me or make me so discouraged that I give up and refuse to stand up for what I believe in. I may fall down, I may get shot down as you said, but I can promise you I will always get up, always smile the next day when I get up to go train or travel to the next city. I’m an eternal optimist and someone like you will never be allowed to make me feel bad about myself. Never.

It’s funny that you and Maddie both compare me to her when she first started here. I appreciate the comparison. She’s one of the most inspirational people I’ve ever seen and it saddens and in some ways that she feels like the old her is “dead”. I see so many broken people here and just wonder….what happens to people that makes them this way? How do people who were so bright and full of life on my television screens, people who inspired me to give wrestling a shot in the first place, how did they let their inner light go so dim…or in your case, Tarah, completely extinguished. I’m starting to believe that the only thing you have in your life worth a damn to you is that championship and the wrestling ring. Is there anything else that you honestly care about? Is there anything else you’re willing to give your all for except yourself?

If not…I truly pity you.

Haruna, I’m glad that you have finally noticed that I care deeply about this match, not just because it’s for a Championship but I know what it means to all of you as well. People like your girlfriend Ariana, Cherish, Alexis, Maddie, The Rampages…I know that this is a match that you all feel a lot of vendettas need to be settled. I just ask that you remember whenever someone is closing in on that moment of truth, if Tarah is close to going down to defeat, don’t let that greed come out. Don’t let the desire you have to defeat Tarah defeat ALL OF US. I don’t know about Maria and the others, but I’m hoping that you of all of us can keep a level head. I’ve seen how you train, how dedicated you are to your biological family. Think about your Vixen family this weekend. So what if Maddie finally has her day and wins the belt and can finally be free of whatever’s tormenting her? So what if Ariana or Maria or Alexis pull off one of the biggest upset wins in Pain for Pride history and win the title? So what if I pull off a huge win a few weeks into my EAW career? Believe me, if it comes down to it and you’re in the ring, winning that championship against your greatest rival, I promise to not let my own desire to win get in the way of one of us walking out with the Vixens Championship. This whole thing isn’t about one person overcoming a struggle. This is about all of us unifying for a single goal, proving everyone in the world wrong, that we CAN wrestle, we CAN rise up and challenge Tarah. And hopefully win.

Maddie, Maria, Alexis....I don't know what else I can say to you three. Haruna I think is starting to grasp how important this night is and I think deep down in your hearts you all know to. This is our chance to show our true skill and devotion that we all watched as little girls and fell in love with to the point of doing this for an actual job. If you want to be happy, if you want that itch to go away, come to the ring this weekend and fight! Give your all and no matter what the outcome is, I know that we will all savor this moment for years to come.

I am not very fond of repeating myself, people. There’s not much more to be said. I won’t be able to sleep well the next two nights. The lights will be bright, the adrenaline of the Adrenaline Athlete will be in full throttle. My soul is so eager to give you all a glimpse of the future of EAW’s Vixens Division. A future where there is more respect than backstabbing-inducing hatred. A future where we compete with one another but also respect one another…even if that opponent is as cold as Tarah, as broken as Maddie, as rude as Maria Gonzales, as focused and determined as Haruna, as intolerant as our new friend from Tunisia.

My Name is Erica Ford, and at Pain for Pride, my road doesn’t come to an end. My story will be written about for years to come, win or lose. And regardless of the outcome, my story will be written with the pen of my own will, free of the pain and anguish that drove so many others away from the fire. I will walk through hell if need be, but I will become a better person and wrestler at worst....and maybe, just maybe, shock the world and become a true champion.

Drive On.

Pain for Pride

Happy with retirement? I highly doubt that. You were just drinking your life away and I took you out of that obscurity. If you were happy about drinking to the point, where you got alcohol poisoning, then there is something very fucked up about you? Just like I have always done, I took your mind off your horrible life and into mine. I could have went to anyone else that did not mind being nothing, but an insurance policy to me, but I went to you because I knew if you didn’t it, you’d probably be dead. So instead of making a bunch of horrible accusations, you should get on your knees and thank me for saving your life. I was like a life insurance policy to you because knowing without me, you would be having a pathetic funeral with no one in attendance. What you did with me against Scott was exactly what I did with you—I saved your ass and you STILL wanted something in return. Are you never going to be happy with anything that I do for you? Probably not. You’re nothing but a bi-polar, selfish, self-entitled piece of shit that wants the world and everything in it.

If you want to go back to the discussion of how Demon’s Council carried you, we will go back to that. I still stick by my word. The group may have been named after you, but you were never the leader of it. You were controlled by Cleopatra. You were like her puppet on a strings. While she barked out orders for you to do, Lucian, Tarah and Xavier did all of the work and carried your ass along the way. You just kept portraying yourself as the man that helped taking all of their careers to new heights. The only thing that you did for them is give them opportunities, but they capitalized it all on their own. You never held their hand along the way. You were just that guy that they all wanted to please, but really, they should have all been wanting to please Cleo because she wore the pants out of the two of you. Just like I used you with Scott Diamond, those three always bailed you out, when you were in trouble. So, who was really EAW Answers World Champion? It sure did not seem like you because the minute that you had no one to save you, you lost the championship, just like you will lose this match this weekend.

Demon, I assumed you thought that you finally shut me up after everything that you said. Does it look like it has stopped me for a slight second? A bunch of accusations don’t mean much to me. Everyone knows the only reason you decided to go personal is because you have nothing else about me. You could talk about my personal life, my life in the Vixens Division and how no one even likes me or would give a shit if I were gone, but it is not going to impact me. I don’t care about you, the Heart Break Boy, the locker room or any of these other people. I care about myself now. I care about the one thing that I love the most and that is the Hall of Fame Championship. Honestly, this is my new love. It never talks back to me, it never bitches like the immature little girl that they are and it is always where I need it and that is right beside me. During our match this weekend, I recommend that you take some notes because you got to learn that I’m not some Vixen that gets scared and runs away. I stand up to the problem and deal with it. Just like I’ll be doing with you…

I don’t know about everyone else, but I need a drink after baring with that Dark Demon interview. How about I shift my focus onto something that is not so negative and childish? How about I shift my focus to the Heart Break Boy? I mean, I can tolerate him more than the guy dealing with his ex-boyfriend syndrome. At least, the tone of everything is a little lighter, but still maintaining that competitive spirt. If he thinks that my championship is going to him, then he is out of his mind. There is no way that I am going give up this championship as simple as one, two, three…he’s about as delusional as Demon if he thinks that I am going to automatically hand this to him. I don’t hand things over quite easily and if I ever have to, I won’t without a fight. This is what I have been doing for the past year. I have been fighting for my chance at winning, retaining this championship will be that icing on the cake that I need to remember this Pain for Pride event. What I wonder is if I will be getting the GREAT Heart Break Boy? He can talked about it all he wants, but I want to see that Showstopper, the Main Event, the Headliner, the Golden Boy!! Am I going to be getting that or the Son of God? Sure, the Son of God isn’t bad when you first meet him, but he gets quite irritating if he is in the wrong time and place. Let me inform him that the Godly Heart Break Boy better not show his face at Pain for Pride because I will question his ability to put on the best show possible. I need one of the best Elitist of all time in one of the sides of the ring. I want to fight the best and I want to see nothing, but the best with you.

I don’t want you to hold back and show me that you are nothing, but a pushover. I want you to shove Demon around, kick his ass and I want you to superkick my teeth down my throat! I want that Heart Break Boy that steals the show and could possibly steal this Hall of Fame Championship from up my nose. Honestly, I might be asking so much for you, but I don’t care. I know, that you will not disappoint, but if you do…Demon might be getting more of a pop than you will and that is horrible and should not be allowed. You can do all of that, but it might not be enough because I am wrestling you. I am the champion walking in and I’ll be walking out still champion because I plan to bring as much as you to the match, but plus twenty. You can bring it all, but it will not be enough, when in the ring against me.

This weekend is it! There is no turning back after this, boys! Put on your seatbelts because it is going to be a hell of a ride! This match is going to be a roller-coaster, full of ups and downs, sideways, backwards, forwards. There will be two people in this match that will experience defeat and I plan not to be one of them! The contract is signed and just like I said before, there is no turning back from the pain, tears and heartache that you two will experience. After it is all said and done, I am done with two of you; however, I’ve been done with Demon for the past couple of years, so he should get used to that feeling. If I were the sweet and naïve Cameron, I would wish you good luck, but everyone should know that she already died a long time ago. You know what? Good luck to the two of you because you will need all the luck that you can get.

Until then, boys…

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