The nights were long and the days were short, the spring was dreadful and gray, the winter was dark and cold and the fog in the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts grew everso thick. Everything from the law of the land down to the moral fabric of our society as we know it had decayed..... weeks turned to months and the months turned to years, the world slowly stopped spinning and there was no longer an excitement in the air! Instead, an air of hostility replaced it, and a different kind of tension filled the air. The type you can cut with a knife.

BUT ALAS, all is right with the world, because alas my faithful fans and loyal friends, The Gawd has come back! 

Now all of your problems are solved... I've sent them on their way, you have no need to run from your problems, they will run from you! They will flee screaming in terror, warning the other problems headed your way to turn back upon their retreat! I will be the cure to what ails the world; I will be the ray -- the spark of hope in the vacuum of darkness; I will be the truth, the light and the way. I will hold your hand and take you to the promised land and I will whisper sweet and magical secrets into your ears that shall fill your bosom with potent knowledge and everlasting wisdom. With the swing of the wand and the shake of the dice I will dissolve every pestilence that plagues this foggy land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts; and like King Midas I will turn what was once putrid and rotten and even that which was dull and benign into pure, solid gold. I will keep every promise I make, and I will trailblaze our world and lead us all into greener pastures. Count on me, my friends! Mr. DEDEDE has come back to save the day!

And you will all hate me for it. 

That's just the way it goes, isn't it? I come in, ready to literally risk my neck and fight a battle for the greater good. I drop what I'm doing at the drop of a dime to defend this industry from whatever corrupt authority figure or rampant power circle emerges and maybe for a moment I'll have my day in the sun. But the next day the very same people I fought so hard to protect are the same ones driving daggers into my back. That's probably what you expected, wasn't it? For me to repeat the cycle? It's what you know me for best! Even with no imminent danger or looming hex hanging over the head of EAW, still I'm expected to put forth every ounce of effort I have. It's the standard for me -- win Match of the Year, win World Championships, win numerous accolades, perform unlike no other ALL while many of you hate me for it -- it's the standard I'm held to. It's such a high standard to be held to, maybe I ought to be honored by it.

But I'm not.

When it comes to the EAW Universe, you will always have my regards. You all line my pockets, and you always have from the humble beginnings when I had nothing all the way until now. From the Jurassic days long before infinitesimal sacks of nothing like The Iconomy can even remember, you were the ones who plopped down hard earned money and supported me for living my dream. Whether you identify yourselves as Dy Hards, EAW Fans or just plain sport fans, you and SOLELY you have been the patron for my success. Surely you didn't go through the long hours of relentless training and honing the craft and the art form of Professional Wrestling. Surely you didn't go through the emotional trauma, heartache and suffering that it takes to reach my level; but whether I wanted to admit it or not, you've done right by me every time you bought an EAW ticket with my name on the billing. I'll never truly hate you for just being you, even through our differences. Be your beautiful you's! Chant your chants and post on your blogs and your social media leaving behind your negative or positive comments about me! Bring all the signs you want! It's nothing but love from here. I'm not going to punch the dry wall every time I read "LOLDDDWINS" on the internet. I'm too old for that shit. Say what you want about Mr. DEDEDE for being Mr. DEDEDE because that will never change from either side, but you fans, wrestlers, authority figures and everyone in between do all have something completely wrong that I want to touch on. You might think I'm supposed to come back and perhaps atone for what could be deemed as my "failure" from last year. Maybe you think I should sit in hiding and head my hang in shame for what transpired at last year's Territorial Invasion. Some of you feel the need to blame what's happened over the last month all on me and claim this is my fault. Maybe you don't think that at all, maybe you think I'm just back to join this revolution and pick up that "Dynasty Wrestling" banner and rage against the machine along side the rest of you.

But I won't.

Time to fight your own goddamn battles, my days of servitude are over. I did my time, I paid those dues, I'm no longer in your debt. I stopped being in any sort of debt the minute the majority of you turned your back on my and decided Zack Crash was what was right for EAW nearly a year ago. From that point forward, the ball was in your court. I get paid handsomely by EAW and the Jordan Brand among my various other sponsors whether EAW is run by Zack Crash or by El Landerson. On the other hand you all asked for your cake, and in the words of the bride of Louis XVI I'll let you eat cake. Be careful what you wish for, because now you have it. But when it comes to me and my obligation in this industry don't get me wrong, I reserve the right to compete in whatever ring I want, whether it be Showdown, Voltage, Battleground, Dynasty Wrestling, FPV, the fucking Empress of Elite EAW Network special; I can still do as I please. I can revive AWF and dominate there. I can revive CWF and out wrestle everyone there. I can revive LEGION and re-create Bane of LEGION there. There's one thing I don't have to do, however, and that's prove anything to you. If there's one thing that little insect Chris Elite was right about it's that I really don't have anything to prove. To be honest now that we're on the topic there came a point after Pain for Pride where I asked myself what was the point. For those of you who can remember I hadn't even planned on wrestling past Pain for Pride Seven, but winning the World Heavyweight Championship and forming The Savage Ryans gave my career new incentive. After losing the World Title and dropping the Tag Titles Ryan and I worked so hard to obtain I wondered what was even the point of showing my face in a wrestling ring again. I'd wake up and see my name on the card for Dynasty Wrestling and I knew within an instant that I wouldn't be attending. I'd see countless messages from EAW asking me to make promotional appearances, and I knew I sure as hell had no business there. I also knew something else! I knew for sure that I wouldn't come around looking to be a rebel knight fighting against the dark forces of of the evil Crash empire ever again; I learned from history. Age has taught me the importance of conserving your energy, and quite frankly it's not worth my energy to help line John Connings pockets and take up that torch and pitchfork and rebel against the great big tyrant when I know you people are going to turn around and throw it right back in my face. Not again. Not a fucking gain. Never again. Never again will I risk my neck and my back for your sake. Never will I take up arms and fight alongside the same people who so blindly went against me just a year ago. Never will I stand on the same side of battlefield as the likes of Alex Anderson and Tyler Parker who fought to put that serpant tongued tyrant Zack Crash in power. Never will I carry a banner alongside Lucian Black, who only felt the need to act when it was too late. And I will never associate myself with the likes of Carlos Rosso who LAUGHED upon hearing the news of EAW's demise only a few years ago, and now suddenly acts as if he acts in the best interest of all of us.

You might think I have a reason to respect these people, but I don't respect them as professionals. As professional wrestlers, sure, I'd love to get in the ring with Tyler again and get my get-back from King of Elite. I'd love to compete and out do Carlos Rosso in any arena in the world. Unfortunately that's where the respect ends. I don't have any reason to break bread or take up arms alongside anyone on Dynasty Wrestling. I don't respect the cause, I don't give a damn about the movement, I don't respect John Conning and I sure as hell don't respect Zack Crash and his pathetic regime. The only person I am devoted to is my partner, Ryan Savage. When I was pinned at Pain for Pride 8 I knew I had let him down, and he's the only person I'm willing to fight for other than myself. That's why I stood in that ring this past Friday night. Not to be a rebel soldier, but to motivate Ryan to snap Crash's neck like a twig, and as you all saw he came oh so close to it. But thats a story for another time, my overall point is when urchants like JJ Silva come here and tell me that I failed EAW... when I hear that... when I hear that from people who when EAW faced a crisis didn't lift a fucking FINGER... when I hear nobody's like him spout off at the mouth about something they clearly know nothing about, I can't help but ask who's family is mourning. Who passed away? Who is deceased? Who is rotting in a box right now?? WHO DIED?! WHO DIED AND SAID JJ SILVA'S OBSERVATION MEANS A DAMN!? I've just about asked everybody I know who the fuck JJ Silva is, and most of them don't even have a clue. I've asked them if they know of The Iconomy, and they said it was in the toilet. They obviously thought I meant the economy but it's not like they were wrong in their response. In all honesty it's a good thing I am stealing the spotlight. Imagine if Chris Elite had it. Imagine if EAW gave Chris Elite the "ball" to run with from his debut until now. I guess there's perks to Mr. DEDEDE holding the brass rings over the bulletproof glass ceiling you know. It stops people like Chris Elite and JJ Silva from being able to grab it and soil it and strip it of it's value. They already tried to do that to the New Breed Championship and still couldn't hack it. But of course these amateurs would immediately bring it back to the "spotlight" argument. If I had a dime for every time an underachiever threw that in my face I'd have enough money to buy Chris Elite a real career. 

It never fails! You would think with a man like me who's been around for so long I would be the one who start to get predictable. But it turns out in my case it's the quite opposite; because it's 2015 and still nobody knows truly what to expect from me, and it's like I'm looking into a crystal ball when I take a quick scope at the landscape of this sport. History is a truly something, isn't it? Today will be nothing more than history tomorrow, yet yesterday and tomorrow look like the same thing. Everything moves in a cycle and that cycle continues its motion whether you like or not. It doesn't have to be this way but for some reason, it is. For every tyrant taken down, a new steps in his place. For every faction dismantled, a new one emerges. And I continue to see the new guard make the same mistakes as the old. It's a select few who can adapt and pick up from the signs in the patterns, and I've done it better than anyone I know. But then you see people like Chris Elite who make the same mistakes as the years go by, and instead of learning what not to be and teaching the JJ Silva's of the world the error of his ways, instead he gets sucked back in by the tide. I guess when you're so small there's some things you cant change. But I learn from my mistakes every day. I turn my weaknesses into strengths and my strengths into standards. There are those who learn their history and there are those who are doomed to repeat it. 

EAW has refused to learn from it's history.

They are doomed to repeating the vicious cycle.

There's nothing I can do to stop it, so I won't even bother.

The only thing I need to do is be great. #TakeFlight #ThatsGod

Y'all happy? Tyler Parker FAILED us. Hell he FAILED ME. All he had to beat was some washed up hasbeen a few moments from retirement and he couldn't even do that properly. My opportunity at wrestling's greatest prize just evaporated before my eyes as I sat in the front row and watch the referee count the last three seconds of Tyler Parker's reign down. I saw all the celebration and confetti and all that other crap. Dynasty is like an empire without an emperor, a beautiful masterpiece of a Bernini sculpture with something chipped off to the point of it being irreparable. There is nothing that I can do about this failure right now....

Well, at least as a part of the Dynasty Roster. The more I'm thinking about it, the fewer reasons I have to stay. I'm constantly ignored by the press, people have been denying me title matches for years and say "Oh, you had opportunities like Cash in the Vault and Grand Rampage!". Any idiot, any loser, any retard can win those types of matches. I mean look who won the CITV and Grand Rampage and the stupid 24/7 contract. The Glass Cannon that is Matt Miles tore his ACL or something and now he's out of inaction indefinitely. I mean, this guy seriously thinks he's a damn Spartan. Spartans were insane Greeks who killed their own kids if they didn't think they were strong enough. I don't even think he's Greek and he's trying to latch onto that shit. That would be like me running around claiming I'm a damn Zande warrior from Africa with the last name Chang.....totally damn stupid.  Then you had the clusterfuck that happened because my own partner of olden times, GI Styles, didn't stick to the script at Grand Rampage. Two guys....one who looks like a damn Goat Farmer from Serbia and another one who was probably two minutes away from doing Gay Porn when they "co-won" the Grand Rampage. They win because of a damn fluke and somehow, they are WORLD CHAMPIONS NOW!? I HAVE TO WAIT BUT HACKS LIKE THIS GET TITLE MATCH AFTER TITLE MATCH AFTER TITLE MATCH AFTER TITLE MATCH ARRANGED FOR THEM!? 

All of this could have been avoided. If I had been given the match that I had properly EARNED through victory after victory after victory since Pain for Pride, the title would still be on Dynasty under my grip. But no....the incompetents that run Dynasty Wrestling ALLOWED Crash to strongarm a challenger from EAW into the match and Tyler Parker allowed this small human being to beat him and become Champion. Why should I stick around for this? What the hell does Dynasty have to offer me? If what's been presented to me for competition since Pain for Pride is any indication, not much.

Let's look at some of the opposition I've faced, just on the Dynasty brand alone in recent months and weeks. GI Styles, Tiberius Jones, Lucian Black, Donny Diamond, Tig Kelly, Christopher Corrupt. They are all fairly talented with the exception of Diamond who is a hack, but none of them are complete jokes. They are serviceable competition for someone up to my standard, but nothing that can't be overcome. In fact, the only one of those men to actually pin me in the center of the ring was Lucian Black. I beat up the rest of them. In some cases I beat them up pretty damn easily....HEY GI, HOW YA DOING...in a few others I actually had to work a bit harder to bring true, pristine pain into their lives.

I mean, it's not like they can keep feeding me the Iconomy guys over and over and over! JJ SIlva needs to sit his TD Jakes wannabe ass down somewhere. He's not preaching from a pulpit, he's supposed to fucking wrestle. If he HAD ANY CLUE WHAT HE WAS DOING, he should have beaten TLA at Midsummer Massacre. But nooooooo...him and the other members of this Shitstorm of Suck SCREWED THE POOCH AND FUCKED UP THE ONLY ADVANTAGE THEY HAD: THEIR NUMBERS GAME! Chris Elite or Suicide Kid or Mr. -200 Percent or whatever the fuck he goes by didn't do much better. He talked ALL THAT SHIT about being better than me and "humbling" me on social media. What did that get him other than a kick in the head and the grim reminder that he's no longer in the warm embrace of the Alpha Wrestling League anymore? And then you have Eclipse Diemos, some guy who got his ass kicked on Battleground and got kidnapped the week before that and didn't have the sense to call for backup during a Street Fight. Plus he has ugly ass tattoos. 

For a while I thought that this was the ultimate plan from Dynasty's management...keep me around these three goofballs to beat up and make fun of at every turn. I mean, none of them have anything to offer me but amusement honestly. I could probably have enjoyed a few more weeks of kicking each one of them in the face over and over again before getting bored and wanting someone else. 

Before I move on, I must pause and mention the ONE good thing about the Iconomy, the ONE thing that anyone will probably give a damn about: Cailin Dillon. Sundress plus cowgirl boots equals HOT FUCKING DAMN! I do need to figure out what she sees in these three goofballs though. I'll tell ya what, Cailin, if you do find yourself in need for a guy who doesn't have a nickname based on percentages, a guy who doesn't wear an eyepatch, or a guy who doesn't have Mickey Mouse tattoos and Stockholm Syndrome...Carlos Rosso is only a phone call or a walk to the dressing room backstage away from bringing some Louisiana Lightning into YOUR LIFE. 

Now, back to the levels of suck that have taken over Dynasty. Who is there left for me to fight? Dedede and his neverending injuries and "Wrestle whenever I want to" schedule? For goodness sake the last time I had a match with him we didn't even have a match because some mooks jumped him over those tag belts. Tiberius Jones split because he's a little bitch. He got beat by Vance Tybull and couldn't take it anymore. Ryan Savage is an option but I quite frankly believe the only thing I have to worry about with that fatass is him sitting on me or mistaking me for a bowl of ice cream. Vance Tybull......ehh...he's undefeated. But what does he really have to offer me? An undefeated streak? I'm not some meathead from Minnesota....breaking someone's streak doesn't mean shit to me. And don't get me started on that National Elite Championship. I don't want that belt. It's a non-issue to me.  Really....who else is there left for me to beat up?

Jacob Senn, COME ON DOWN! Our time in EAW has intertwined but never really come to much. I saw you come in and I knew that you were going to be a great man and great champion and here you are, former Champion and one of the idiots behind this brain trust of stupidity known as Dynasty. You have a new partner in Christopher Corrupt I notice....DynastGuard or something? I'm not going to waste a lot of time mocking you Jacob because I'm above that when it comes to someone like you. You are without a doubt one of the greatest that Dynasty can offer me at the moment. You've actually beaten me once this year in the semifinals of the Gold Rush tournament, which you won. I consider your victory something that was similar to a broken watch being right twice a day, but you did it. I will not deny that. But another thing that I will not deny is that I am in debt to you. I owe you a receipt for that. It's not anything personal with you and me though. This isn't like the Iconomy business that I did for shits and giggles or the personal war that me and GI had....hell this isn't even as heated to me as that beef back with the Lyndivia Sisters back in the day that me and Styles had with them for the tag belts.

If I beat YOU...there is literally no one else that Dynasty can throw in my way or say is above me in line to get a title match here. No one. I would have beaten one of the best that Dynasty has to offer and avenged one of the few losses that I have endured since my return from injury a few months ago. Oh....silly me....THE BELTS NOT ON DYNASTY ANYMORE! But I wonder how much my negotiating power with EAW would skyrocket if I beat you in the middle of the ring 1-2-3 or make you tap? 

I mean, they already offered me a pretty cushy deal, man. You understand, right? This isn't about anything personal between you and I. Honestly I have no real problem with you other than you costing me a spot in the Gold Rush tournament finals. I didn't really have a problem with Donny Diamond either despite his fluke win against me, and I beat the shit out of him regardless. You will certainly put up much more of a fight but you will experience the full force of Strong Style and you will feel every bit of my anger and frustration from having to wrestle sideshow freaks like Eclipse Diemos and Tig Kelly. 

As for this Civil War crap, I want to let everybody from Hexagun to the Dynasty Management team to Zack Crash know one thing: 

Carlos Rosso will do everything in his power to further the interests of Carlos Rosso. And as you all know unless you've been hiding under a rock, that interest is solely the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT. NOT YOUR POWER. NOT YOUR CONTRACT PERKS. NOT ANY OF YOUR PETTY AMBITIONS AND FACADES. THAT BELT IS THE ONLY TITLE I WANT IN THE WORLD. 

And soon, I will have it.

Calvin Lewis #3 - Part 2.

There is nothing particularly flashy or special about Calvin's surroundings. He simply stands inside the Dynasty ring, leaning on the ropes. No bright lights, no flash or flair. An empty arena, filled only with the Epitome of Perfection... and his ego.

"Soon, it will be Calvin Lewis's time to shine." The Picture of Perfection begins. "Over the past two weeks, I have proven myself. I have shown everybody that I deserve to be here, that I am not just another flash in the pan, not just another voice in the crowd. All in front of the Dy-Hards...


But all without the bright lights and the camera focused my way. All without a soul outside of the regular fanbase even knowing who the hell I am."

He smiles, pushing off the ropes to stand up under his own weight.

"But, this week it all changes. This week, I come out on top. I prove that I am Perfection Personified, by destroying the hopes and dreams of a man who thinks simply that because he is bigger than me that he is better than me."

He paces into the middle of the ring.

"What have you done Troy, to talk with the confidence you do? Who have you proven yourself to? You have had but a single match, a match that you didn't even win.


Reality is this, buddy... I reached out to you. I know that with a bit of work, you could develop into somebody who might reflect but a semblance of my talent. Perhaps you may even come close to being on my level in time. But today is not that day. You are far from perfect, far from... Perfection."

As he says the word, Calvin stops, draws attention to his own handsomely chiselled face and sparkles his eyes down the camera lens.

"Troy, you are no Ace... You are simply an oversized gorilla who cannot conceive how much of an asshole he actually is. Do you really think that your particular blend of grunting, growling and empty threats win over the fans?


You can't possibly think that these people are going to cheer you, fear you or respect you. Hell, I sure am not going to with your attitude. You see, Calvin Lewis is destined not just for greatness, but perfection. I am here simply to prove how this body can be more perfect than anything else the world has ever seen.


I can do everything... perfectly.


Give me a gorilla and I will put him down."


Calvin looks around the arena, at the empty seats that will soon be filled with masses of Dy-Hard fans. Closing his eyes, he pictures the sight in his head. When he opens them again, his eyes are burning with determination.

"You are arrogant, Troy. Arrogance only becomes confidence if you can back it up. You want to come at me with laboured metaphors about being the beach, the sea, sunburn? You want to tell me about how you have crabs? Do you hear the words coming out of your own mouth?


You are no shark Ace... You are a Big Blue Whale. Giant, oversized but altogether harmless."

The Epitome of Excellence looks directly down the camera, a direct challenge to the man who he will soon face.

"Troy Ace. The time to talk is finished, and I am sick of your voice... so is everybody else. Time to put up or shut up. I'm ready for you.


Come at me; see what happens. Troy... You are about to find out that you are oh so far from..." He stops, holding his arms out to his sides in a confident pose full of his own ego and swagger. He holds the pose for a few seconds before his wild eyes light up again and his face cracks into a grin once more. "... Perfection."

After a period of near silence that has lasted two weeks……

Dynasty Wrestling’s TRUE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER…..

THE BAYOU BEAST OF BATTLE…..

THE RED ANGEL…….

THE MOST COMPLETE WRESTLER IN THE WORLD…..

THE UNOFFICIAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….

THE GUY WHO IS GOING TO BEAT THE S**T OUT OF CHRIS ELITE…..

Carlos Rosso: Dynasty Wrestling Exclusive Video

(In a rather dreary, poorly lit backstage area, Carlos and Mao stand side by side as they begin their address.) 


Carlos: Greetings Dynasty Wrestling fans. Greetings to the few EAW fans also watching this. There are a lot of questions that me and Mao have. How the hell did I get pinned by Chris Elite? Why do we have to go up against Chris Elite again? Why is Zach Crash trying to lure me from Dynasty to EAW? Why did TLA go to jail for nothing? Why am I on the POSTER for MSM and not to be seen at all on the matchcard? I mean, I’m still a Dynasty guy. I know it’s a cross-promotion event because of all the Dynasty/EAW crap that’s been going on. The royalties are nice….but I’d rather be there than in whatever dump I’m going to be wrestling the Almighty Chris Elite in.

Mao: Oh….I have another question. WHY ARE THEY STILL CALLING ME POISON!? I GO BY MY REAL NAME NOW AND HAVE BEEN FOR THE LAST THREE MONTHS! THAT IDIOT IRISH MMA GUY FIGURED IT OUT IN A WEEK AND THESE FUCKERS CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT IN MONTHS!? 

(Carlos steps back for a moment as Mao hyperventilates, her face almost beet-red with rage.)

Carlos: Ooookay. Decaf babe. Look. I know you all have some questions for us and today we have decided to answer them. I’m going to start with the one that Chris Elite is probably giving his Fox News-like slant on to you all: 

Question 1: How the $*$& did Chris Elite pin Carlos Rosso?

Carlos: Ehhh...I’m not really sure. He has managed to beat me once before on a show called Turbo, but that was a long time ago when I was drunk a lot and not really giving a crap. Yeah, I’m terrible for wrestling drunk. So what? Turns out that Chris Elite didn’t disappoint either. He is fully claiming his victory over me like he did something fantastic. He got the win for his team in a tag team match and he’s acting like he conquered the world.

Mao: But during the build up for Pain for Pride didn’t you do the exact same-

Carlos: HE USED THE ROPES! I HAVE THE OCULAR PROOF THAT HE USED THE ROPES! HE’S A NO GOOD CHEATER! I’m having them play a replay for you all at home now.  Can’t you see? He gets the roll up and then uses the ropes! He’s taking a shortcut! Look at him! It’s downright disgraceful! Look at my entire career! I’ve NEVER taken a backstep! NEVER cheated! ALWAYS GIVING MY ALL AND STAYING WITHIN THE RULES! NEVER TAKEN A SHORTCUT….

(Suddenly he and Mao exchange glances and start laughing outright.)

Carlos: Man, who the fuck am I kidding. I do the same thing every week. I’ll kick my own daddy in the balls to win a match if I had to. Chris, you won the match. You beat the big bad Carlos who was abusing the “Young Boys”.

Mao: Carlos…….um…...that didn’t sound……

Carlos: What?

Mao: Nothing…..just sounds a little creepy, that’s all. Like Law and Order SVU creepy.

Carlos: Look, I was trained in a Dojo. That’s what they called em. I don’t mean the OTHER kind of abuse. I hope the population is smart enough to realize that, you know? 

Carlos: Chris. You also allege that I am “jealous of JJ Silva” because he has a match for the New Breed Championship belt at Midsummer Massacre. While I am jealous he’s going to be spending time in LA while I have to spend my time in some broken down arena kicking your ass, There isn’t that much else to be jealous of to be honest. The leader of a group of incompetent pissants like yourself and Eclipse? I’m jealous of that? Uh. Nah. I’m good, fam. There are three people that I’m jealous of in EAW and/or Dynasty Wrestling to tell you the truth: Tyler Parker, Xavier Williams, and Devan Dubian. That’s it. You know why? Because they have the three belts that make them the top three wrestlers in the World today. Does JJ Silva have one of those? Is he wrestling for one of those? Is he going to get a shot at anyone of those in even the distant future? Eh. Probably not. 

Mao: So to put it to you bluntly, Chrissy, Carlos Rosso is going to beat your ass. Often. Very often. And then he’s going to kick you in the face. And you will be pegged down like the little geek that you are, blinded in the presence of a true man, a true warrior, and the Next World Heavyweight Champion. 

Question 2: Why does Zach Crash want Carlos on EAW programming again?


Carlos: Well, to tell you the truth I understand exactly why Crash wants me. I’m a damn good wrestler, I’m hopelessly underutilized on Dynasty Wrestling despite my loyalty and commitment. All I’ve ever asked for ever since I’ve been here is a match with Tyler Parker and they haven’t been able to even grant me that luxury. Instead I’m stuck fighting people like Corrupt and Kelly and Elite. He understands all of the mega matches that he could have if he has Carlos Rosso on EAW’s Voltage or Showdown? Carlos Rosso vs Devan Dubian….which would be a hell of a lot better than Dubian vs Liam Catterson. Carlos Rosso vs Y2Impact for old time's sake? Carlos Rosso vs The soon-to-be retired Brian Daniels! Yeah! Carlos Rosso vs The Pizza B-ahhahahahahahaha..I couldn’t even say that one with a straight face. Who the hell would pay money to see that moron? At the end of the day, Carlos Rosso puts asses in seats and brings Championships back to respectability. I SAVED the Interwire championship from the junkpile and made it meaningful; nobody gave a crap about the Tag Team Championships until Dynamite Rain came along and won them and was the best tag team in the world for two consecutive years. Put me on Voltage OR Showdown and watch their credibility instantly skyrocket. 

Mao: But there’s also a pretty horrible track record with Crash. Usurping power, handpicking his own champions. Turning his back on said handpicked champions. Being as ugly as an inbred pig farmer. There are others but those are just some of many.

Carlos: Right you are my beautiful confidant. Anyway, I’m going to be mum on if I’m going to sign with EAW again or not. But rest assured whenever I come to an answer about it...you’ll all know. Oh, and Ryan Savage? Why are you so tense around me, man? I know that there’s always this weird tension when you see me. Like you don’t know what to when we have to fight or at least coexist. I see it in your eyes. You’re afraid I’m trying to cheat you and you can’t even make the save to keep our team from being cheated. For. FUCKING. Shame. Get it together, bruh…..and tell that dinosaur you got for a partner I said hello. I heard he was injured. 

Question 3: Why am I going against Chris Elite again? 

Carlos: To kick his ass, duh. I mean, it’s not something particularly hard to understand. He won one week. The week before I kicked his goofy leader’s head off. This is my rubber match with the Iconomy and it’s a match I damn sure want to win. Not because it’s getting me any closer to a world title match because let’s be honest, beating the likes of Tig Kelly and Christopher Corrupt in a two week span is far more impressive than beating Chris “Mr. 200 Percent” Elite 200 times. Nobody’s going to care. People will not be shocked, mind you, but nobody will care. I mean, it’s the same old Chris I’ve always seen just with a slightly better nickname and better use of the ring ropes for sneaky roll up pins. 

Mao: Now Carlos...this is the part where I remind you of the part where Eclipse said that Chris Elite was one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot in the wrestling ring. I think this is the part where we both throw our heads back and laugh derisively at them. Ready?

Carlos: READY!

Both: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA

Carlos: Are yall SERIOUS!? Are yall fucking SERIOUS right now? The best to ever step foot in the ring, or one of the best? Get out of here with that, man. Look, Eclipse is talking pretty damn tough who got kidnapped on Battleground. By the way, where were your homeboys then? You getting thrown off building and kidnapped by random dudes and you out here talking about what I should be afraid of and what Chris is gonna do to me? MAN YOU A WHOLE BITCH OUTCHEA! And you’re an idiot if you think that those guys are in it to help you. The three of you are in it only for yourselves and when an opportunity presents itself when all three of you have to have it, trust me….you’ll turn on one another. I know from experience. No matter how “noble” your goal is, you’re going to forget that goal as something good comes along. 

Mao: And I think you all should be fearing the Kicks that Carlos can dish out. But you shouldn’t just fear that. The spinning backfist. The guillotine choke. The knees to the face. The suplexes. The Armbars. He’s the Most Complete Wrestler in the World guys.

Carlos: Another thing that makes me upset is y'all claiming LEGION and shit like you’re all some tough guys. I’ve kicked your chest and face in, JJ. Eclipse, you got KIDNAPPED in BROAD DAYLIGHT. Chris, you still shop for pants in the damn baby aisle in the KMart of whatever Pissant town you’re from. None of you guys are visionaries or tough guys. And I’m going to be glad to put another one of you in your place in the ring one on one. JJ’s going to get his comeuppance in a few days. Eclipse already got his. Chris, it’s your turn to get beat and beat badly. The only thing you’re going to make me realize about my career is that it’s FAR from finished. I have already shown I can compete with anyone in a Dynasty ring in singles competition and this Friday, tomorrow night you and the rest of the world are going to see one more bit of Carlos Rosso greatness. 

Mao:.....MY NAME IS MAO! MAO ICHIMICHI! I'M NOT POISON! I DON’T WEAR THOSE SHORT SHORTS AND TANK TOPS ANYMORE! IM A REFINED LADY….

Carlos: Who looks damn good in a bikini…

Mao: You’re not helping! 

Carlos: But I’m not lying. Alright. Chris, I didn’t have a lot to say to you the last few weeks but I did want to tell you all this stuff I’m telling you now because tomorrow when you look up from the flat of your back at the bright lights shining above you in that wrestling ring, then you and the Iconomy will realize what the world already knows and what you deep down in your heart know has ALWAYS BEEN TRUE…..


CARLOS ROSSO IS……...IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

And Chris Elite………...is simply niiiiiiiiiiiibaaaaaaaaan.


See? You did earn a little respect from me right? Last time I spat that little gem out I called you and the other guys in your crew Third-rate. You deserve that little bit of upgrade at least. But the fact remains…..your boy is coming to the ring looking like…..

You know what? Nah. I'm gonna kick your ass. Fuck a stupid meme.

(The camera cuts on to Donny leaning against the outside of a gym)

So it has been about 3-4 weeks since I've last wrestled, and since I had really nothing else better to do, I decided to take my time away from the ring as an opportunity to hone my skills and train, you know, learn some new moves, get stronger, get tougher, get meaner, the whole nine yards...

After 3-4 weeks, I finally got a call telling me who exactly my opponent was going to be for my match on tomorrow night on Dynasty and you'll never guess who it is, no seriously, you'l never gue-IT'S ANOTHER PERSON I'VE FOUGHT BEFORE!

Now I may not have fought him one on one before, but I've had plenty of matches with his former tag team partner Carlos Rosso and I've even fought both of them along with my own former tag team partner The Nas. Now, I'm finally gonna fight GI Styles myself in a non-tag team situation and boy, could they have not chosen a more stuffy and condescending asshole on Dynasty for me to to wrestle tomorrow night.

You think this will just be an easy walk in the park, and that you've got me all figured out, when in reality, you couldn't be any further from the truth.If a simple "irrelevant scrublord" may provide a simple argument against your case, the fact is I don't believe you have any answers for my wrestling style in any way, shape or form.You like to boast that after watching some tapes you've got your opponents all figured out, and that you will be able to counter anything they throw at you, however...

I'm not your average opponent, buddy

I've only used so many variations of the Diamond Cutter so far in my tenure here at EAW, so the thought that you will be able to just counter may very well be completely and utterly fruitless, I can hit it from any angle or position and that's not even getting into the other moves that i tedn to use often.You say that nobody cares about what I have to say when you have the exact personality of drywall.

You better treat me serious, because if you don't I can promise nothing but a short and painful reminder of why you don't fuck with a guy like me...

I hope you can last 15 seconds,jackass...

(Video starts with a black screen and a message in white font appear saying "A SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM MAXWELL DACHS." That fades out and video of Maxwell Dachs sitting at his desk fades in.)

Maxwell Dachs: Oh man, dude! Look at this, jack! Another one of these guys, brother! These oh so serious wannabe edgy assholes trying to make a name of themselves off the back of Dachslemania, brother! He claims to have no time for the so called "goofiness" of Dachslemania, dude jack! He clearly doesn't understand the power of it, jack! This self righteous blowhard shitting on the indelible power of Dachslemania, brother! And after shitting on Dachslemania, he goes on to make some half assed threats towards my well being, jack! Wow, so original, the new "big and scary" guy is threatening the most beloved person in EAW with injury, brother! And I know that big juiced up guys like you like to threaten the smarter guys like me, dude jack brother! And disingenuous asshole comes back with another half assed personal attack against me, brother! Claiming that he just doesn't in the mood to deal with the genius and original humor of Dachslemania, brother dude jack! It's almost he's on his period, jack!

(Dachs throws some ice into a glass.)

Dachs: He even went to far as to say that my high quality promos are "garbage", and I know this just isn't true, brother! Because I had one of DCW's artists draw up a illustrated version of my promos, dude! Take a look, jack!

(The camera zooms back from Dachs to show another easel next to Dachs covered in a purple sheet. Dachs removes the sheet to reveal a photo saying "Not Garbage" in Comic Sans.)

Dachs: See you worthless tigger, brother! It's not garbage, jack! And I even got them to draw garbage for a cross reference, dude!

(Dachs removes the first photo to reveal the second photo, which is a very pixelated photograph of Tig Kelly's mother.)

Dachs: Wow, that is true garbage, jack! I can see why you were trying to project like that, brother! I would want to hide that as well, brother! Then he goes on to clam that I am retarded, brother! And well that is simply not true, my mother never drank while she was pregnant with me and I have the correct number of chromosomes, dude! And judging by Tig's behaviour that his mother obviously double fisted 40s while Tig was in the womb, just like the worthless tigger she is, BROTHER! And I think all of us at Dynasty need to sit down with Tig Kelly and have a talk with him about his very apparent alcoholism, dude jack!

(Dachs pours himself some vodka and takes a sip.)

Dachs: Drinking alcohol like you do is very unhealthy, brother! And I know this becuase I come from a high educated university and my intelligent is so much higher than you brother! And I found it very amusing that he then began to threaten me for speaking my mind against the shit promotion of Dynasty, jack! Who are you, dude? Adolf Hitler, brother? Censorship is extremely rude, jack! This lumberjack looking motherfucker seems pretty confident that he is going to suppress the power of Dachslemania, brother dude jack! WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, BROTHER! YOU CAN'T CONTROL, DACHSLEMANIA, JACK! Dachslemania is its own all knowing powerful cosmic force, and Z-List wrestlers like you can't do jack-squat to stop the power of Dachslemania, jack!

(The camera zooms back in to just Dachs.)

Dachs: And then he has this very weird image of a t-shirt and a bunch of darts, dude! And this just really confused me, brother! I just don't get it, jack! How delusional is this man, jack! I just don't understand why he still thinks that he can "kill" Dachslemania, Jack! WELL YOU LISTEN HERE, BROTHER! THAT JUST WON'T HAPPEN, DUDE JACK! 

(Dachs takes another sip from his drink.)

Dachs: CUZ WHEN WE MEET IN THAT RING BROTHER! I'LL BE DACHSING UP AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CONQUER THE POWER OF DACHSLEMANIA, DUDE JACK! IT'S GONNA BE BEING INSIDE THE EYE OF A STORM, BROTHER! CUZ WHEN WE MEET IN THAT RING YOU'RE GONNA RECIEVE SUCH A POWERFUL DACHSLEMANIA FILLED BEATING YOU'RE GONNA THING THAT THE WORST IS OVER, JACK! BUT WHEN YOU LOOK UP, YOU WILL ONLY SEE EVEN EVEN MORE OF THE PURE POWER OF DACHSLEMANIA AHEAD OF YOU, DUDE BROTHER! AND I GOT A TIGGER TRIGGER WARNING FOR YOU, BROTHER! IT SURE WON'T BE PRETTY, JACK! SO, WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN DACHSLEMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU, BROTHER! HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME! CAN SMEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL WHAT THE DACHS IS COOKING, BROTHER!


(Dachs drops the mic and stands up and walks out of frame as the video fades to black.)

(The scene starts with Troy sitting on his 2015 dark blue Lamborghini, an ace logo is designed in the center of the grill of the car. He is wearing a tank top that really shows off his powerful build and he is wearing sunglasses. He sends a very confident smirk towards the camera.)


Ace: Greatness comes in many different forms.. Some in small packages, some in big.. and some that just simply has every sign of the definition of the word. Now tell me Calvin, where do you place yourself in that mix? I personify the word greatness, it’s who I am. This encounter between you and I.. well, I’d like to call it fate. Think about it for a moment. Two guys who were truly amazing on the football field and both sign their names on a Dynasty contract around the same time? Surely you aren’t ignorant enough to think that is just a coincidence. The way I’m seeing this.. is destiny. We were destined to cross paths to alleviate the left over feelings we had about what was and to focus on what is instead. But given this opportunity.. you’re just too dumb to take what you get.. No instead you make me seem like a waste of time and that.. that is what truly makes me want to snap your neck like a twig. At first, this was strictly business and you found a way to make it quite personal between you and I. Now it seems more like a personal vendetta against you. You see, you constantly bring up both of our pasts.. but to me it sounds like you're having a bit of trouble letting go so allow me to be the one to permanently instill the reality into your mind. This.. this is no longer football.. This is Dynasty Wrestling; accepted it or get the hell out. It’s that simple, Calvin. Sometimes life passes you by and if you don’t jump up with it’s pace than you’re going to be left behind. That’s the sad truth of life but in the end, it’s exactly that, TRUTH. I’m not here because I didn’t go to the NFL, I’m here because this is where I’m destined to be. I won’t act blind towards reality and move on because something else didn’t work out; no matter how it is, Dynasty is now my stomping ground.


As for last week, Calvin.. on paper I lost. However, you did not pin me and yet you treat things as if you did. Now there is the very delusional Calvin that everyone knows! That ENTIRE match you practically avoided me. But in all honesty, that’s fine. Because this week you have no where to run! It will be me.. and it will be you, that is the way it should be! Ever since last week you’ve talking quite a bit about me too… it’s only going to make it that much more worth it when I get my hands on you and I show you just how big I am! but that’s not all either, Calvin!! More comes along with my strength! As a whole, I am more than just unadulterated power.. I have the speed and athleticism to match it in some of the most polished ways ever seen before! But what are you bringing to the table? Hmm? Two louzy pre-show wins? There are some SERIOUS threats in this company and you’re happy about that… Calvin, I’ll give credit where it’s do but you make it EXTREMELY hard to do so when all I hear is legitimate bullshit draining out of your mouth. You talk a BIG game, and thus far you’ve backed it up. But tell me, how much words do you think you can spew out when I ram that microphone down your throat. Let’s find out together shall we?


( Troy pulls himself back more on the hood of the car before pulling a piece of paper out of a folder that was laying behind him. He lays it face down on his lap and sits the folder back on the hood beside him and turns his attention back to the camera lenses.)


Now what is it that makes you perfect? That thought is something that runs through my head quite often. I’ve already established my belief in the word.. it shouldn’t even exist. NOTHING on this earth is perfect, in fact we are ALL flawed. But still, I want to understand why you honestly believe you’re perfect. Genetics maybe? Nah, can’t be that. Talent.. no that can’t be it.. Hmmm… what could it possibly be! Oh! maybe it’s your personality!...... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! No! It really can’t be that! You have the personality of a High School girl! But you know what? If I could be afforded some time to summarize a story I’d like to go ahead and do so. With me being not only born in Atlanta, but playing EVERY sport and dedicating my entire being to the city and state through athletics… *Lifts paper presenting it* They crowned me “The Ace of The A.” That’s not self proclaimed, it’s certified. I don’t have to run around claiming things to get myself over, instead I take what I have and I make something out of it. Now this will evolve into something much bigger than just “The Ace of The A..” given the time and opportunity it’ll become THE ACE OF DYNASTY!


( Troy places the certificate back into the folder and walks over to the side of the car. He pulls out the car keys pressing one button on the remote and both the doors lift up as they are butterfly doors. He turns sideways and sits on the leather interior before looking towards the camera.)  



So now let me say this tomorrow night I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU there’s no if ands or buts about it; you’ve set your hand and placed your cards. But now, its my turn to show you what it's like to talk down to the ACE.. because the last person that did that well lets just say that it WASN’T pretty. i am going to hurt you and make you realize that you are not what you say or think you are and thats a fact. I’m tired of telling you, i have done nothing but tried and now its time to take action. So Friday will be your flaws that will be your defeat and guess what i am.. your flaws don't say im trying to scare you because im not im trying to get it through your head so if that means beating it into you then so be it i had planned on doing that anyway so it won't be like i don't want to because that will be the fun part of this match so my friend i wish you luck because you are not only stepping in the ring with a big guy but you're stepping in the ring with a big guy that is pissed off. that what most people don't want to do is piss of a guy that is my size or even bigger so i hope you have health care because tomorrow night I'M GOING TO HURT YOU REALLY BAD be ready. There's no cards no games no nothing just you and i one ring one mission to basically dismember each other rip each other limb from limb tear each other apart piece by piece but that where you're really going to go wrong because once you hurt me i'm going laugh and hurt you ten time more so i will say this plan on broken bones, bruised parts, a concussion and a whole lot of time to think how you're going to get back to the NFL because i'm going to show why not to piss of the ACE…………………….. WELCOME TO E-ACE-W   


( A man walks out of Troy’s home. It’s his long time best friend and fellow partner at the University Of Georgia, Anthony Carter. He walks over to the other side of the car and sits down.)

• Anthony: You ready to leave?
  

Ace: Yeah, it’s time to head to the arena to get ready for this match!


Anthony: Alright, Let’s do it man!


( They both close the butterfly doors and Troy revs up the engine before starting to head out the driveway of his private home..)

[b]*The scene fades to black.*

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The best advice I ever received in my life was to always strike while the iron's hot. The moment, the opportunity... if it's right there, you need to go and capture it. The window to becoming legendary is only open for so long in my profession. I've seen men enter the business with smiles on their faces and feelings of elation. These same men walk out of the business never able to walk again. It's depressing, really, how you attempt to manifest your dreams in this industry... and in a matter of seconds, your life can be over. As cynical as this sounds, that's what I love most about this business. I love the unpredictability. Unfortunately, Extreme Answers Wrestling is a shell of its former-self. We've really went corporate and have lost the identity we were built upon. Maybe that's why Dynasty is being singled out – because Dynasty still has a bit of extreme running through its veins. Great. Dynasty is great. I'm sure that's what's going on in all of your minds, but I hate to say it... even Dynasty is no longer the same. It took a while for this to occur to me, but I've realized the reason I've been so isolated in this company is because I represent a change. I have no friends in this industry. Suffice to say, I wouldn't want it any other way. With that being said, I've always been so infatuated with wanting to bring a change to this company. I've always been this way, but until recently, I didn't know I had to change internally before I could change my surroundings. I truly believe that I'm now in a position where I can change my surroundings. I've changed my life for the better. I can now accomplish anything I want to. I can go climb mount Everest tomorrow if I wanted to. I feel like I'm on the way to greatness, and no matter what people behind the scenes think about me, I'm going to keep doing me. Alex Anderson is still on his quest towards regaining the position of the ace of wrestling. Until then, I treat everything like it's part of my mission. Tomorrow night, I face a man who takes the critique I give him and rebounds it to me. I face a man who doesn't have an inch of dignity in him. I face a man who is completely brainwashed and can't see the bigger picture. None other than Lucian Black. First off, Lucian, I find it hard to believe that you can understand English. Never in my twenty-seven years of living on planet Earth have I made this about Dynasty. Did I call you out for being the worst authority-figure in EAW history? Absolutely. However, I never have said this match was about the ongoing battle between you and Zack Crash. This is you and me, and no one is stopping me this time around. What you fail to understand, Lucian, is that I'm of a different breed than you.

I'm really not human when it comes to redemption.

The second I lost to Tyler Parker, I was thinking of how I was going to retaliate. I knew that I wanted a rematch, and I got it. I worked my way up again, having to make noise against the greatest extremist of all time, Y2Impact, before doing so. Guess what I did? I brought out extreme and went against the grain against Impact as I do so well. Don't ever again say that I was handed something, when I have to prove myself twice as much as the next guy. Men get second opportunities just off stupid rematch clauses. I have to beat legends. Once I finally received the second opportunity, I did as much as I possibly could. That's more than you've been able to do. Since losing to Tyler Parker, what has Lucian Black done? You've been drifting into obscurity as the days go by, and if it wasn't for you somehow gaining a position as the Dynasty sheriff, no one would even know you exist. The people have put their faith in you time and time again... only for you to disappoint them. Nothing you do is inspirational or motivational. You're a living, breathing broken record. Don't tell me that you would have beaten Tyler Parker had you been in my situation, because one: it's a complete hypothetical. Two: I rebounded better off the loss than you ever did. Consider yourself lucky that I'm even entertaining your ridiculous thoughts right now. Believe it or not, I actually care about this business. I care enough to where I can benefit off of it. That's why you'll see me occasionally mention the state of this company, because I know what this company has been built off of. This isn't my first rodeo; I've been here for nearly five years. I know the ins and outs of the company. It's extremely amusing when you brush off my facts with your fantasies of what you are going to do to me. I don't need you reminding me how much the "Dy-Hards" (God, isn't that cringe-worthy) want me gone. I don't care. The birds that chirp in the morning do not stop for the men and women who sleep inside their homes. It doesn't care about others. I'm that bird who simply couldn't care less. You want to know another thing? The reason they want me off Dynasty is because I speak the whole-hearted truth. They know and respect my abilities in the ring. You, on the other hand, are wanted gone from the brand of Dynasty because you are too incompetent. No one trusts you to manage them properly. To them, you're just a pawn to who really matter: the board. Lucian Black has no power in actuality. Hopefully tomorrow night is the last time I ever see you, because I'm quite tired of you mentioning the defeat to Tyler Parker and your dedication over and over and over again. If you want, I can give you  alist of books to read that will broaden your mind. You need new subject matter. Repetitiveness is unattractive... especially if your opinions are flawed.

I'm nowhere near the peak of my career. I'm continuously improving and looking for challenges, so don't worry, Lucian. I'll actually try in this match. I can use the experience once in a while of bullying the ones below me. Whether you factor in championships, other accomplishments, pedigree, or experience... I'll show you why I'm in line to becoming world heavyweight champion while you're about to be booked  a flight home. It's game over for Lucian Black. Dynasty had a nice little run with you, and now you can say goodbye. Tomorrow night, the game changes forever. When I'm not satisfied with something, I don't just complain. I go out and make something happen. That "something" is getting you out of this brand, if not this industry. The whole nine yards has been corrupted. I'm changing it from the inside-out.

You can gladly spectate at home.

The scene opens in a church, the camera hew remaining black and white as it swoops around the area, noticing the emptiness of it. The barren church looks as if it hasn’t been used in eons. While the stillness continues the sound of footsteps echo around it as people begin to file in from the outside. The last one, a hooded figure, face covered, takes a seat at the front, and keeps their head down, waiting for the speakers to finally make their arrival. The doors close, and the candles along the walls begin to flicker from the wind as the murmur of a confused people can be heard surrounding the large room. This murmur is broken by the doors forcefully opening again, as Chris, JJ, and Eclipse stand side by side, gazing out at the mass of people that have arrived. As they file in, standing shoulder to shoulder, they separate off into different pews, talking quietly with members that sit there, and getting to know them one on one before Eclipse pulls a microphone from his coat pocket, brandishing it to his lips. 

Eclipse: We stand before another trial ladies and gentleman. Two trials to be precise. At Midsummer Massacre, we as the Iconomy have been forced to finally wrestle away what little shred of hope that TLA ever had to regain his title. The hope that he will hold it again, makes it all the more sweeter that we can finally rip away that dream from him. He won’t ever hold on to it again. This is our time now. TLA has long since passed his point of ever reclaiming more glory than he has now. He insists on making jokes at our expense, and only treating us seriously when his title is threatened. That’s not how we in the Iconomy run things. He can joke all he wants. Look  at what he stands in the ring against. We have the greatest talent in the history of EAW, and the man that knows more moves in the ring than anyone in the world. Chris. Elite. We have the most iconic new comer to ever step foot in the EAW arena. JJ Silva. And me. The superstar that even when I’ve been through hell...fallen out of a two story building...is more than happy to walk out to that arena and support my brothers. Perseverance...brutality...and loyalty. TLA doesn’t stand a chance when it comes to what we will do to him at Midsummer Massacre.

He laughs to himself, shaking his head in thought before turning it towards Chris Elite. He gives him a quick nod of his head before adjusting himself to look back at the crowd. A smile twists its way along his lips and he runs his hands along the back of his head in thought before shaking his head.

Eclipse: But we have two trials. We have one on Dynasty as well. Carlos...doesn’t seem to want to face the facts. He represents Dynasty in this correct? He is the one that will protect its integrity and destroy the ones that will disrespect it. He even decided to bring his manager out...to help him even the odds I suppose. You can’t even the odds against us Carlos. Don’t forget...you face one of the greatest superstars to ever stand in that ring. Chris Elite could beat you without our help. We aren’t standing at his side to help him win...we stand at his side to remind you that we are a brotherhood. Divided we stand. United we conquer. You don’t scare us Carlos. You can’t scare us at all. When the dust settles in the end...you are going to be the one that we use as a step to our ladder of success. You fight for Dynasty. We fight for everyone.

He raises his hand up defiantly, as the church lets out a rousing cheer for him before he tosses the microphone over to Chris to speak, giving him a quick nod of his head. 

CE: It's like Eclipse said Carlos you don't scare us.  That kick of yours doesn't scare us nor do any of your moves scare us, Carlos.  We aren't ringside with each other for every match because we need help.  It's because we must show how united we are and how we come together as one and how we look out for one another not just being selfish. See Carlos, beating you isn't impossible I already proved that last week.  However this is a whole different ball game isn't it? It's like I said I don't have a partner this time and neither do you.. So let me guess that's better for you right? That just means it's going to be easier to defeat me doesn't it? Well Carlos if you are going to the ring with those things on your mind I suggest you think again.  Carlos, I've played the underdog card for long I always told myself how much I respected them and how I may not win against them.  That's where I went wrong, if you go into a match thinking your going to lose you might as well lay down and let your opponent pin you.  It took me ages to realize how good I am and the minute I finally have.. I'm the bad guy? I'm the bad guy because I'm not out here telling you all I'm not as good as I say am? Damn it I am not some low self esteemed loser I NEVER HAVE BEEN! I've always been this good and I'm glad I finally realized it with the help of JJ and Eclipse.. if it wasn't for them I'd probably be missing off this show right now.  However, they lead me to where I am now and will continue to lead me into further places, Carlos.  You see beating you isn't something that can't be done plenty have proven it.  Yet you act like defeating you is some sort of fluke every time it happens you act like defeating you should be the biggest accomplishment an Elitist should have.   It isn't Carlos because currently you aren't where you should be.  So, maybe instead of insulting Myself, JJ and Eclipse you should join us and JJ could also help YOU bring your career into a much higher place.  But no instead you insult him and all this other non sense and we are going to make you pay for anything you've ever said about the Iconomy we are going to make sure after this match with me you are facing the likes of A-Will or Trent Yoder.  Carlos your life and career matter and I don't think running Dynasty realize that putting you in the ring with me is a death wish.  I am finally going to shut you up once and for all and prove that I am not underdog and prove that I do not suck.  I WILL PROVE I AM MR 200 PERCENT! I will prove to you that you are nothing anymore maybe after this loss it's just time to hang it up and let everyone know I am the man who made you realize it...


 Chris looks onto JJ who has his arms crossed and with a very strong smirk on his face. Chris leans over and whispers something into JJ's ear as JJ nods and let's out a small chuckle before grabbing the mic from Chris. JJ pats both Eclipse and Chris on the back before walking more up in front of everyone and lifting the mic slowly to his mouth to speak.

 JJ: Carlos... You have been a bit of a roadblock in the past few weeks haven't you? As far as I'm concerned you're a bit of a nuisance but allow me to give you a bit of a tip... If you keep poking at The Iconomy, we'll have no choice but to go ahead and end it all for you right where you stand. It has also come to my attention that everyone has continued to bring up my loss from you 2 weeks ago; Carlos, I will make no excuses on my behalf from that night. Did you beat me then? Yes, but can I beat you? Yes. I have no doubt in my mind that I can defeat you in a match. That was a classic case of you won that battle, but you simply are incapable of winning the overall war. I've heard you say time and time again that you've ended groups like us but that is false statements on your part.. With our mass amount of followers and supporters along with the individual talent within this brotherhood.. WE ARE LEGION!!  Together we will stand side by side and bulldoze over you to what it is that we truly seek.. CHANGE! Chris... Eclipse... and JJ!!! We're the true warriors in this war and WE WILL NOT DIE! Carlos, I intend on rewriting the record books from 2 weeks ago come Dynasty.. The Iconomy will seize this opportunity to move forth and continue to our destined futures.. it's like Eclipse said, you'll be used as a step to OUR ladder of success.

  But that's not all that is going on at this moment now is it.. No no.. Midsummer Massacre holds a very interesting trial for The Iconomy.  We have been afforded the chance to completely crumble every little ounce of pride, integrity and even that small bit of self respect he has within himself. I applaud you on the jokes that you've been making because all that comes to an end at Midsummer Massacre. Now just like I said with Carlos, there will be no excuses as to why I lost that match. But if you truly choose to underestimate us than that will be your problem. This is all is nearing it's end, TLA. You can continue those cheesy ass jokes and push them very meaningless threats but one fact remains true.. and that is we do have The New Breed Championship. Do you think these lame ass jokes and your mediocre wrestling style is going to get it back for you? It's not. When that bell rings on Saturday the gloves are off and I will become the most malicious man you've ever encountered as I end the reign of El Tlatoani... and BEGIN THE REIGN OF THE ICONOMY! TLA, you just don't have the skill nor the kind of brothers I have to win this match. Our brotherhood will march on forth after we dismantle you and never look back because you aren't truly all that important to us.. It's like I said, you're a puppet being played with by the masked beings that are responsible for what's wrong with EAW. Don't think you're more than what you are.. because in the end, you're making a leap of faith into something that a guy like yourself could never live up to. But don't worry, I won't make the same ignorant mistake as you, TLA.. You have my full attention at MSM. The name "Midsummer Massacre" will truly live up to it's name when you and I cross paths.. TLA, I. Will. Defeat you. That's not a guess; it's not hope.. 

[size=24]IT'S ABSOLUTE!     

 *The camera fades to black.*[/size]

You really need something more than just therapy if you honestly visualize yourself as my superior.

I want you to tell me exactly how I am the "biggest disturbance of them all" in Dynasty Wrestling. All I have done since the inception of this insurgency is defend Dynasty Wrestling, defend Elite Answers Wrestling like a tigress defends her cubs. If anyone disturbs in Dynasty Wrestling it's you. I speak for everyone when I say this  we are all sick and tired of you. Sick and tired of you and everything you represent. You say the state of Dynasty has no relevance in this match yet you're making this all about Dynasty. You said I disturb Dynasty Wrestling, you said you would deprive me of the blessing of competing in front of the Dy-hards week in and week out. It's pretty evident to me you're just talking out of your ass. I've said it before and I will say it again: NOBODY is exempt from this war. Sooner or later you will have no choice but to pick a side. You either fight for Crash or you fight for EAW and Dynasty Wrestling. I get that you don't like either of us, I don't like you either. Eventually though, you will have to pick a side. Everyone will. You think this war is irrelevant to our match and you couldn't be any more wrong. The outcome of our match could change the course of this movement drastically and perhaps adversely to the side of EAW and Dynasty. Nothing is set in stone. If you get me out of the company I love, if you take from me my spot, my opportunity to perform in front of the Dy-hards, to do what I love more than anything in this world and what I have the most passion for you will NOT end this movement. You can end me, but that doesn't necessarily mean you will end what I started a few months ago. If I am out Vance Tybull or even TLA could take over as far as I am concerned. No matter how you out it, you were given the opportunity to face Tyler Parker because you bitched and moaned your entire career about being mistreated and supposedly marginalized. I know what being mistreated and marginalized truly feels like. I've had that precarious experience many times before. But you don't hear a peep from me. My response to mistreatment is HARD WORK AND DEDICATION. Two things you know nothing about. Maybe Parker didn't have the power to choose his opponent, but he had the power, he had every right to ASK for a better opponent. And don't tell you were the perfect adversary because you lost to him. If you were as good as you claim to be you would have beaten him. Yeah, I couldn't beat him when I had the chance. But at Pain For Pride? When the eyes of the entire world are fixated upon us? You can bet your ass I would have done everything in my power to seize the moment, OWN IT, capitalize and walk out of that arena as the new World Heavyweight Champion. You wasted such an important opportunity, many of us would have done anything they could to get it. You got IT and what happened? Instead of creating a Pain For Pride moment for yourself, instead of historically dethroning Parker you historically... FAILED.

You could have gone down in history as the man who dethroned Tyler Parker but you failed, you failed miserably. And just like that you will fail when you step into the ring with me and attempt accomplishing the destruction of what I hold dearest. You will fail to end my career, you will fail to reach your goal. I'll beat you in a decisive manner. When I say I'm going to do something I do it. Maybe not at first, but eventually I will realize all of my dreams, I always fulfill my promises. I WILL be World Heavyweight Champion one day. I know it. It's just a matter of when. And every other dream of mine will be materialized as well. I'm not going to surrender, I am not going to raise the white flag. I'm just getting started, Anderson, I won't allow you to stop me. You beat DEDEDE and I applaud you for that. You embarrassed a legend of this business. You think that's something to feel proud about? You think you are worthy of people's admiration because you put an icon to shame? I guess I will feel really proud then when I beat the living daylights out of you tomorrow night. I mean, you're the ace of professional wrestling! You're the greatest elitist of all time!! Stepping into the ring with you alone will surely be a privilege!!!... Seriously though, you're a joke. The world is counting down the days until YOU get the hell out of here. The guys in the back, the Dy-hards, the staff and everyone you have ever treated like crap. You will pay for what you've done, Alex Anderson. One way or another you will pay. You need to learn that to every action there is a consequences. There will always be repercussions regardless what you do. You want to beat the living hell out of me? Go ahead and do it.. if you can. I can't wait to see you try, it will be fun. If one night or one match mean nothing then I assume that match where you had Tyler Parker "beat"  meant nothing as well, right?? You know what? You're right about something. Let's not make this about anybody, not the fans, not the guys in the back, not Crash. Let's make this about us. You made this personal a long, LONG time ago. You've never liked me and honestly I don't like you either. I don't like anyone who is dishonest and that's a fact. Tomorrow night it will be decided. Who's better? Who's destined for greatness? Who's the next World Heavyweight Champion? All of those questions and more will be answered in less than twenty four hours. I hope you have prepared yourself in every way possible because I want you to give me the challenge of my career, no, of my LIFE. So I can overcome it and you have no choice but to accept that nobody is beneath you. And that I am better than you will ever be. I amuse you, huh? I guess the feeling is mutual then. Your level of confidence is impressing and amusing at the same time. I already pinned you and I will gladly do it again. I'll gladly repeat history tomorrow night when we go face to face, toe to toe. The time for talking is over. Now let's see you back up everything you have said.

*In the high-rising landscape of Los Angeles, California, heading into the reception area of a large office building, with the words ‘Ikari Enterprises’ plastered on its glass walls. As the camera crew heads into the office, no-one seems to be sitting down on reception. As they move closer, GI immediately jumps up from behind the receptionist’s desk, combing his hair with his hand in an attempt to look casual*
 
*As he moves from behind the desk, he gestures for the crew to follow him, as a very buxom young woman immediately jumps up after GI, rebuttoning her blouse as she gestures behind the departing GI*
 
Receptionist: 3^rd door to the left…Have a nice day Mr. I…
 
GI: Cheers, sweetheart.
 
*As GI walks down the hall to his destination, he turns around and smirks at the crew*
 
GI: Hey…And of you guys catch that video Tiberius put out? Motorboating a woman for everyone to see. How depraved! You’d never see me do anything as vulgar as that.
 
*GI’s smile fades for a second, as he starts to think for a second to recall if he had ever actually motorboated a woman in one of his EAW Promotional videos, while the camera crew wonder why GI would make a reference which is a week old. Ultimately all parties end up shrugging and enter into a very small room, resembling a broom closet more than an office. On the door emblazoned are the words “Dr. Edward J. Hawke PhD, Head of Company Psychiatric Evaluations”*
 
GI: Eddie…Buddy…How you doing?
 
Eddie: …Mr. Styles. So nice for you to drop in. Please forgive me if the room is a bit cramped. Your father had me moved out on fairly short notice, following your loss to Brian Daniels.
 
GI: Yeah…That was unfortunate, but screw it. It’s all good. Brian is riding a hot streak, I’m just getting back into the swing of it, but I swear to God if he ends up taking that title off of Tyler, I am going to Montell Smooth somebody…Anyway, you got the tapes?
 
Eddie: Yes…As you asked, here is a comprehensive analysis over the general moves and mannerisms of one Donald Diamond. He shouldn’t be too much of a problem, but…Well, bigger upsets have happened. Like how you only beat Maxwell by a technicality because of Smooth’s interference.
 
*Both men shoot each other death stares, as GI gives off a fake smile, picks up a video tape on the edge of Dr. Hawke’s desk and begins to walk out*
 
GI: Thanks Eddie. I’ll see you on Friday.
 
Eddie: Yes, Mr. Styles. I will see you then.
 
*As GI walks out of the building, he pulls out a cigarette and begins to light it. Leaning against a stone wall, he takes a deep breath and starts monologuing to the camera*
 
GI: So…I get to fight against the second worst Donald in America today. What a great opportunity to show my abilities and talents.
 
I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I had my chance against a top-tier talent in Bri-D, and I failed, but it’s as Dez Bryant never says- It’s not about the results. It’s about the process. For months, me and Hawke…We were never ambiguous about our general goals. We wanted Tyler and that belt around his waist. We wanted to ruin him like he ruined me, so for us, that was always the end game we had to worry about. But the problem is, while I think I could turn around today and beat Tyler one-on-one…There is still a good chance, hell maybe even a better chance, that he would defeat me. Over the last year and a half I have just taken so many steps backwards, it’s like I barely deserve the moniker ‘GI Styles’ anymore. The fact is I need to get better, and this happens by not just breaking the necks of washed up losers, but to take important lessons out of all my matches, whether they were wins, losses or no contests.
 
This is where you step in, Diamond. Now, I have no idea what happened to Nasir, but in his absence, you will be what he was for me many months ago. It’s like with any sports team. If you beat up on somebody for long enough, you’ll eventually develop confidence and cohesion in your skills. This is not to disrespect you of course, Donald. I think of all of the largely irrelevant scrublords on Dynasty, you are one of better ones. Nobody really cares when you open your mouth, but hey. You aren’t as insufferable as your former tag team partner, nor Dachs or any of your fellow scrubs either, so small victories.
 
So this is what I’m going to do. I will treat you like a serious competitor, because you are…And then I will show everyone from Tyler, to Tiberius, to whoever the fuck runs Dynasty now because that mismanaging idiot is barely worth having their name remembered. I will show this company that, I may be a bit past it, but I am slowly getting it back. Now, because I am not an obnoxious dickhead, I won’t bask in how I will do to you what I did to Montell…But still, just know that that is what I am capable of. Really, I am capable of a lot of things, Donald. You willing to find out just what that includes?
 
*GI smirks at the camera with the cigarette pressed in between his lips, as the feed fades to black*

I really need to start going to therapy, because I can't take this anymore.

I can't handle people misconstruing what I say, taking things out of context, and repeating the same thing over and over and over again. I'm watching paint dry. While it's great that you have proved your doubters wrong time and time again in your career, you're reminding me of exactly what I hate in professional wrestling: reoccurrence. It's saddening, really, that an authority-figure of Dynasty is the biggest disturbance of them all. You're like an itch that doesn't get scratched, but fortunately for the fans of Dynasty—as well as the extremists—you are only on this brand for another 48 hours. With that being said, please pull out a pen and paper and take notes of what I'm about to tell you. First off, the state of Dynasty has no relevance in this match with us. I don't like you or Zack Crash. That's a given. However, this war between Dynasty and EAW is irrelevant bell-to-bell tomorrow night. This is between me and you, and Zack Crash can watch at the comfort of his home-television. Now, when it comes to Extreme Answers Wrestling... you completely missed my point. Yes, I have been mistreated and was still given a match against Tyler Parker... but you obviously weren't listening. I clearly stated that in spite of being marginalized, I held the management at gunpoint every single time. Nothing was handed to me, and you need to stop acting like things were handed to me. Tyler Parker didn't choose me to be his opponent. If you actually took the time to think intelligently, why would Tyler choose me to be his opponent? Surely, he could find easier opponents. When you say such outlandish things, it really puts into perspective how bad the state of Dynasty currently is under you. That's why I owe it to the people—and more importantly myself—to get rid of you. No one has the power but me. Are you still taking notes? Because I'm far from finished. Let's continue, shall we? Every word that you spew out of your mouth just showcases your stupidity. I had a match with Tyler Parker at Pain for Pride 8, and I lost. Sure, anyone would have killed for the opportunity, but are you going to forget YOUR OWN loss against him? I mean, really... did you really think you one-upped me by mentioning that match?

Let's not forget about the second match I had with Tyler Parker where I had him beat. The world knew it. You knew it. I lost due to outside interference, and that's fine. I'm perfectly content with that happening, because I know following my match with you, I'll have my hands on Tyler Parker or Brian Daniels. Whoever the champion is, I will defeat them. When I say things, I really do prove them in the ring, Lucian. That's what separates you and me. When I said I wouldn't lose to Y2Impact, I didn't lose. When I said I would not only defeat DEDEDE but embarrass him in the ring, I did. Dictum factum. Congratulations, you picked up a victory over me on Dynasty last week, but that didn't prove a thing. As far as I'm concerned, that was merely one battle won. The war is decided on Friday night, and like I said before, the world is counting down the time until you are gone from Dynasty wrestling. I said it before, and I'll say it again, man. You really do sound like you're reading off the script of a motivational speaker. For the love of God, stop it. Stop with the fables. Stop with the clichés. This isn't a matter of battling adversity or owing everything to the fans. This is an angry Alex Anderson who wants to beat the living hell out of you. No one cares about you as much as you think. There is nothing externally interfering with this match. It's just two men, and in the end, Lucian... anything that you have done in the past or I have done in the past will mean nothing. I stress that a lot, because people in this industry don't understand that one match or one night means nothing. Last week's Dynasty was simply an outlier. It wasn't representative of what I do consistently, and that's win. In the end, I always win. I can understand why you would allude to pinning me last week on Dynasty, though... I completely understand. You have nothing else that you can piggyback on to put you higher than me on the ladder of greatness. You'll cling onto that until it's finally dawned on you that it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. There are many reasons why I think I'm better than you. I can go on for days, but if you really want to know... I just think I know what to do and when to do it, Lucian. That's really what it boils down to. You care too much about the state of this brand, whereas I don't care at all. I have nothing to lose, and a man with nothing to lose is much stronger than a man with everything to lose. At this point, you amuse me more than you intimidate me, Lucian Black. I haven't had a great laugh in a while though, so thank you.

While you go surf the internet for more inspirational quotes to bring up next time... I'm going to look into that therapy, because I really need it. Like, really need it.

Adios.

They say this revolution I began several months ago will ultimately be the downfall of us all. Because the amount of men who would willingly go to war with Elite Answers Wrestling is relatively minuscule. The odds are certainly stacked against Dynasty Wrestling, against me. But when have the odds been in my favor? There hasn't been a single situation I have experienced in my career where the odds have favored me yet, I still overcame them. I surpassed by enemies in every facet imaginable. When everything seemed hopeless, when everything seemed like it was lost. I've made a career out of overcoming odds. I've proved the detractors, the ones reluctant to believe in my capabilities WRONG time and time and time and time AND TIME AND TIME AND TIME... AGAIN. Seemingly, most people still don't believe in me, most people still don't respect me. Despite all the hard work throughout the years, despite all my contributions to EAW. If you want to disrespect me that's alright, you have every right to. I can't stop you, but you can't deny that I have FOUGHT FOR IT. No matter how many elitists I beat, no matter how many championships I win it's, no matter how many shows I headline it's  never enough. Some of our adversaries think it's all about the odds, but it's not. There isn't as much people as I expected on the side of Dynasty Wrestling. However, it does not matter how small you are if you have FAITH and plan of ACTION. And we have BOTH. People have this misconception that I am doing what I am doing for Dynasty Wrestling, but the fact of the matter is I am doing this for ALLLL OF EAW. Zack Crash adversely affects, Zack Crash CORRUPTS EVERYTHING and EVERYONE. Dynasty, Voltage, Showdown it doesn't matter NOBODY is exempt from this war between honor and dishonor. You will have to pick a side, it's an inevitability. For those of you who picked the side of "EAW" you're not fighting for the best and most successful wrestling promotion to ever be created you are fighting FOR Zack Crash and you haven't even realized it yet. Crash is using each and every single one of you to ensure he prevails as chairman, to ensure his power remains unscathed. It's time to dethrone this tyrant and I promise you his time will come, but for now... I got Alex Anderson to focus on.


Alex Anderson claims he has been mistreated. Marginalized in a way. We're talking about the same person that faced Tyler Parker AT Pain For Pride 8.. How exactly is that being mistreated? You got an opportunity to dethrone Tyler Parker at the greatest show on planet Earth, you had the chance to become World Heavyweight Champion at Pain For Pride. Out of so many great Dynasty elitists Tyler chose you, you were blessed with the opportunity of a lifetime and in the moment of truth you FAILED.You failed to capitalize, you failed to seize the moment and you LOST. Many men were dying to get that opportunity and you wasted it like that. Do you honestly think you deserve a rematch? Well, you don't. I have never fit in EAW and now on Dynasty Wrestling?! I think the Dy-hards disagree with that statement.. If I epitomize the term "mediocrity" then you have to epitomize something lower than that. I don't usually proclaim myself as my rival's or my opponent's superior, but let's face it I AM better than you in every damn facet of this sport. You can moan, you can complain, you can even disagree but I was the one who pinned you last week, did you forget about that? I don't have to say I am better than you, I don't have to make any bold claims because last week I PROVED I am better. I solidified my superiority over you and I will gladly do it again this Friday on Dynasty Wrestling.


I never said I was owed anything. If anybody owes anything to anybody it's me. I OWE these people, I OWE EAW because if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be where I am right now. I would've never reached this point in my career. I'll tell you what a true fighter is. A true fighter is somebody who overcomes adversity, somebody who faces many tribulations and hardships in order to realize their dream. True fighters fight honorably and they never give up regardless how difficult or how hard it seems to continue on. Most importantly a true fighter doesn't constantly bitch about how bumpy his road to success is. Even if he feels like bitching he must keep his mouth shut and fight ON to overcome all obstacles. You're not a fighter, Alex Anderson. You're the type of wrestler who expects to get handed everything on a silver platter because he thinks he is the greatest to ever step foot inside a wrestling ring. I work hard and I know a lot of people in EAW and Dynasty Wrestling do as well, but nobody has worked as hard as I have. You haven't worked hard.. You haven't put blood, sweat and tears into this. Just tears because all you've done your entire career is cry like a little bra because you didn't get what you wanted. News flash, you don't always get your way. Sometimes adversity wins the battle which is why you have to work hard, fight ON and NOT surrender so that you can win the WAR. If you're as good as you say you are, if you are levels beyond me, why didn't you prove it last week??? Why do you continually remind us how "good" you are??? If you were better than me, better than anybody on Dynasty Wrestling and Elite Answers Wrestling you wouldn't have to really. Nobody here respects you, nobody here admires you and you probably don't give a damn if we do or not, but you sure as hell should. Because without the Dy-hards, without the EAW universe you would be nothing, NOBODY at all.


Call me generic, say I lack this and that. At the end of the day I will prove you wrong, I will prove everybody wrong. The ones who still think i don't have what it takes to become a world champion, the ones who don't consider me worthy of being the face of this revolution, the ones who think I don't belong. My critics, my doubters, those who have always underestimated me.. are all IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING. This Friday on Dynasty Wrestling I exterminate the plague known as Alex Anderson and I show the world once again exactly why I am who I AM.

 

  
( The scene opens up with Troy at a local beach located in San Diego California. He is standing around in a more isolated part of the water but it's only shin high. The water and sun is shinning on him really emphasizing his muscle tone to see just how big he really is. He bounces his chest muscles before sending an arrogant smile towards the camera as he begins to speak.)

 Ace: Sighs.................. See this is just perfect the sand, the water, the sun, but see that is just it all perfections has there flaws like for example the sun you get sun burned, the water there are sharks, the sand there are crabs that attack you. To Calvin I'm your flaws im your sun burn im that shark in the water im that crab that attacks you while you're walking; so you saying you're perfect is only you saying you have no flaws ........ sorry but you do see that knee injury was a flaw? You came to EAW and if I recall you just got a win after how long of you being here.. What. maybe a month total? Well let's all clap for the 2-0 new guy who thinks he's a badass for being 2-0! That's me being sarcastic for the " Epitome Of Excellence" just because I know your a bit slow with sarcasm.  You see, let me tell you what perfect means so you will understand.....PERFECT- A seven letter word that shouldn't even exist because its not real. That's what perfect means so since you call your self perfect that means you're nothing. Even with you self proclaiming yourself as "Perfect" truly shows a strong sign of insecurity. Who do you want to know that your perfect? The EAW? Dynasty..? Me? or yourself. That alone shows true signs of you being one delusional, lying, ignorant, unoriginal, annoying jackass who is literally screaming out for attention. I see EVERYTHING you do, Calvin.. You come at your opponents listing all these reasons as to why your perfect or even superior but let's be honest here... Your far from perfect. Perfect is literally the most inaccurate word to use on a guy like yourself. If I were to pin a single word to you... well, it'd have to be inadequate. 


Also you keep talking about football, Calvin. Listen your football career is over; if you love football that much then go back.. your heart is on the field not the ring my friend get that knee all the way healed and go to the NFL because EAW is not where your heart is im sorry but that the truth if your going to stay hear then STOP BITCHING and fight last week was your win.. but what it all boils down to it you've NEVER pinned me. In fact, you shyd away from me 99.9% of that match. You beat me fair and square.. that's correct but you shouldn't be making false assumptions such as it was "easy." If I recall correctly I had Triple Z down for the count as well. But you did get the win. You're clearly bothered about something and it's eating at your core for you to be lashing out in the manner that you are so all I have to say is I was a football player but I let that go once I got here. A great person once told me stick to what you know and you calling me amateur wrestler that's where your wrong see I have been doing wrestling your years so an amateur I am not you are the amateur. and you never beat me once again so there for stop this you beat me bs because you won the battle but im going to win the war see you got the pin on them YOU NEVER TRYED ONCE TO PIN ME so there for you beat him. I hit Triple Z with The Calling Of The Ace and you pinned phoenix and got the win not me so therefore you never pinned me.

You've said the same thing last week honestly you've been saying the same thing every week how your better then this person and that person how your soo perfect how your this and that sorry but no Mr. Perfection that's where your also wrong.. You see, based off of what criteria makes you perfect? 2-0 on the pre-show.. To the rest of the elitist in EAW and Dynasty Wrestling you're a joke, your nowhere near perfect because if you was then you would have more matches a title and honestly the best so there for you're not; im human just like you. We both bleed the same color blood so what makes you so perfect I really would like to know now your going up against me some someone who knows there own flaws and how far to go not only that but knows that I don't live in a fantasy  world Ha Ha Ha ........ see you can only get so far living there until your whole "perfect" life is over at the hands of someone else then where will you go.? I honestly wanted this one on one to show you that your only a human being also to hurt you but show you that ALL PERFECTIONS has flaws that's all like come back to the real world and show the world that you can be near perfect but no you want to act like you are I will say this, you will be a perfect actor but as a wrestler, you're no where near it .

 ( Troy wonders down the water and get  a bit deeper into it in a more sunken down section within the water. A few small fish are rolling around Troy's feet and his eye catches them.. He takes one breath before making a single switch motion of a karate style grab and pull a Cat Fish out from the water holding it by it's tail just lifting it up displaying it to the camera. He just smiles before continuing to speak.)

 Ace:  Calvin you say that I lack speed, but I have more assets than liabilities and speed and agilitiy has NEVER been a doubt because no matter how big someone is never underestimate anyone; you never know what they can do. See im big but never can be slowed down and the reason I am this big is because I love to lift pumping iron is what I do. One thing I have never done is steroids, I don't need drugs to gain weight. Passion, hard work and determination is what makes you gain true and pure muscle.       

 Look lets just get this out of the way im going to kick your ass your 2-0 streak will be gone im going you kick your ass form California to new York allllllll the way down to the A and the A isn't for Atlanta...... the A is for Troy Ace beating that ass so be ready you got the win last week BUT rest assure Friday will be The Ace with the win  One....... Two.......Three. The ass whooping from hell no more card games no more talking just perfections vs flaws. I am them flaws its time to show the world that you are nothing more then a little arrogant child living in a fairy tale story book but there's a twist, this book has a bad ending.. the good guy is not going to make it to the end so don't sell this book to your kids.. because this is the true calling of the Ace!

   
 ( Troy strolls off the beach and heads up the drive way of his seaside home.. When he walks through the front door a tall tower of card sit right on a circular style table and he walks up to it just viewing it. The camera walks around to the other side of the table where Troy is barely visible from the height of the tower and he just taps the tower as it all comes flying down. He catches four cards in his hand as he looks at them and smiles... He spins them around and the cards are.. The Ace of Spades, The Ace of Hearts, The Ace of Diamonds and the Ace of Clubs.)

 
 This is your fate!!!!!!!

 ............... WELCOME TO E-ACE-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 ( Troy begins laughing as the camera slowly fades to black.)

Over the course of my life, I've had to adapt myself in different situations. It's a part of life. I could never stay in my comfort zone, and that's why I never get attached to anything. Among these "things" that I try not to be involved in is the concept of a brand in professional wrestling. At the end of the day, it's just a television show where you beat up individuals like you do on any professional-wrestling show. Now, for whatever reason... other extremists on Dynasty are infatuated with the thought of being "brand-exclusive" and "loyal." I have no interest in that. That's not the reason I wish to remain a part of Dynasty. To cut the long story short: I need to stay on Dynasty because this is where my greatest foe lies. I was wrongly stripped of the EAW World Heavyweight Championship, and had it happened to anyone else, they would have immediately received a rematch. When it comes to Alex Anderson, it's a reoccurring process: we're going to ridicule him and keep him as far away as we possibly can from the world title. I usually resort to holding the men in charge at gunpoint and make them feed me the world title shot that I know I deserve. Now, regardless... at this point in time, I can't dwell on that. My focus is on someone else, not the current world heavyweight champion. You see, I have to bring my attention to someone who's been the most incongruous professional wrestler in the history of this company (and I suppose this brand now). That's right – none other than Lucian Black. You see, Lucian has never really fit in anywhere. He's always been the one guy who doesn't belong. No matter what championship you point at, no matter what match you point out... he always seems out of place. Why, you ask? I'll save your precious time and simply describe this with one word: mediocrity. Lucian has never been anything special. He will always float around and collect his pay-checks, but when watching him on television, you will do one of two things: either laugh emphatically or simply shake your head in disapproval. It's so simple and yet so predictable when you see him on television. I'll refer to you in second person now, Lucian. I'll make the message clear for you:

You have such a simplistic view of how this industry—and more importantly this world—works.

Do you really feel as if you're owed something because you're a "true fighter"? Please take the time out of your day and enlighten me with what a "true fighter" is. This isn't connect-four... this is a game of chess. You work hard? You've put blood, sweat, and tears into this? Congratulations! So has everyone else. There's literally no difference between you and any other man on the Dynasty roster. As far as me and you, I'm levels beyond you, because I do more than just work hard. I think smart. I can go into battles with giants unscathed, and that's what you severely lack. I'll give you raw strength. I'll give you credit where it's due, but in a game of chess, the smartest man always wins. On Friday night, I'm bound to win. This isn't rocket science. Vegas odds are with me, the extremists are with me... but that doesn't even matter to me. I know I'm going to win. Sure, I may be an "self-centered, egotistical son of a bitch," but this egotistical man has been able to win four championships, is the uncrowned world heavyweight champion, and the greatest asset to YOUR brand. I don't know what else I can really to say to you. Do I cover ground on the generic things you always say? I'm Lucian Black... I fight with honour, integrity, and I put it all on the line! It's like you're reading a motivational speaker's script. Come Friday night, I want you to wrestle me with all the sheer strength that you have. I want to put you in a position where you regret ever messing around with my career and its momentum. Like any other man that isn't the world champion, you're a stepping stone. I will defeat you and make you look like the biggest joke that EAW has ever seen, and considering you've already cracked the top-5 list, it won't be hard. Say goodbye to Dynasty. Say goodbye to the reputation that you had. As far as I'm concerned, it's over. Everything is over. For you, for your career, for your championship aspirations... I'm burning it all down. This all sparked when you decided to intervene with my match and my claim to the ace of professional wrestling. Watch your world come crashing down, Lucian Black.

Vale.

As I wake up everyday, I ask myself two questions. The first one is how much time am I going to spend in the gym today? The second, and relevant question to this conversation is is today the day? Is today the day the surprisingly inferior stable that call themselves "The Superior Breed" actually stand toe to toe with The Dark Horses like the men they claim to be or will they fumble like they have been since they've wasted precious Dynasty television time a few weeks ago for the first time? I'm curious as to why you need a steel chair to even the odds when there are three of you and two of us. Don't twist my words, everyone knows how tough me and Trent are and everyone knows we have the same mentality, almost like twins, which is more than what I can for you three. Every since facing us in your debut match, you've purposely cost yourselves every match you've been in, especially against us. When you look at the statistics, it spells pathetic. You haven't proved yourself worthy of being in this company and I think you should not only be fired, but be incarcerated for being impersonators of professional wrestling. You don't belong here. If you did, you would test your might in the ring instead of testing your speed to get to the bottom of the ring where weapons are. I'm pretty good with weapons myself, but I don't need a weapon that's not attached to my body. My weapons are called limbs and you have enough experience to explain how one blow hurts like hell, feels like steel, and travels at the speed of a bullet.

Cyrus, it must be nice to have help from your partner and let him carry your hand during a match like a boy who needs his father. Do you know what happens when a boy gets lost in a shuffle of people at a grocery store? He's fragile and open to attack at any second. That perfectly describes you in the ring. Every time Trent is finish having fun, there goes A-Star to save the day. You guys must like the feel of steel chairs because you walk around with it like it's your fourth buddy. How would you like the sound of it thumping against your faces? I think I would like that. However, this week, that won't happen. This week, it's even, so before you ever try and bring a steel chair to the arena, just know that, if you have the grapefruits to bring it into the ring, you'll quickly find out how a steel chair can change from being your best friend to your number one enemy.

Which brings me to Mark Michaels. The Dark Horses don't like you and, to be honest, we could do better if we found a tag team partner for ourselves, but you were all we got. That's ok. As long as you stay off your damn phone and quit being caught up in the cyber world like children are today, we won't make you wish you weren't there. Hashtags won't win you a match. If you apply yourself, then you could be something. You beat Trent as a fluke, sure. Gloat about it as much as your little heart desires just like Chris Elite because you know as well as I do that, if you were to step in the ring with either of us, the result would have been different. If you want to no-show, then go ahead because let me make something clear. THE DARK HORSES ARE MUCH MORE OF A UNIT AS A THREE PERSON JOKE AND WE DON'T NEED YOU, YOU NEED US. I'm getting off topic, though. The fact of the subject is The Dark Horses are ready as usual and the question directed at Mark Michaels, Cyrus Cage, A-Star, and Phoenix is are you?

PicPerfectMichaels has updated his status:

"It's been a crazy out here in Anaheim the past few days, what with all my followers crowding around me on the streets, telling me I made their vacation to southern California worth money, and that they wished their kids would have been smart enough to want to see me live this Friday at the Honda Center, instead of paying to see some over grown rat and his buddies.  No they waste their parents hard earned money on some dopey fantasy(Land) instead of coming to see someone they should truly idolize.  Someone who they should all want be just like when they grow up, someone who's brand new There's No Such Thing As Better Than Perfect t-shirt is available on DynastyShop.com.  They fail to see true greatness when they have the chance, just like my opponents this week.

Don't believe me?  Well let's start with @CyrusCage.  Here's a guy who has tons of confidence in himself and that's a good thing.  The problem is I'm going to shatter that Confidence after I leave him lying , with nothing he can do other than stare up at the lights. Believe you me buddy, Confidence, and positive thinking, will get you all of Jack Shit when you step into the ring with an athlete like me (If such a thing existed because there is nobody like me)  you might hail from The City Of Success, but come Friday you're going to be living on the boulevard of broken dreams. and while you're there you might want to find a place for your partner.

 Speaking of whom, @A-Star your going to burn out in front of the whole wide world on live Dynasty.  You like to fly around the ring, But I will make sure you land with a crash (not the Zack kind, the other, slightly less painful kind) After our match, you gonna learn that A Star can no shine, when it is next the bright, burning sun.  My light will shine it's brightest and neither one of you, or that little emo in a mask @Phoenix is going to be able to do anything about it. 

Oh yeah I'm talking about you sunshine, I know the reason you have to wear a mask in the dark.  it's because your face is so hideous that if you where to so it on national TV, you'd get us canceled by the censors in a matter of seconds. Oh your dark, and creepy, but darkness always runs from the light (which is what you should do before our match) 

you 3 chumps better know that this match is already #InTheBag even if I'm teaming with Trent Yoder and A-will.  so #PictureThat boys."