(The scene begins to open to an irritated and ticked off Pegasus sitting in his office frantically tapping his finger on his desk while Ryan Savage is seen admiring his healing battle wounds that he has gotten from his match at King Of Elite. As Ryan continues to observe his body he feels a sensation in his arm that's starting to ache, which was probably aggregated from his match with Tyler Parker. When Ryan let out a huge sigh, Pegasus begins to throw his chair against the wall that ends up leaving a dent in the wall of his office.)

Pegasus: Are you fucking kidding me!? Ryan! How did you let someone like Tyler Parker beat you last week on Voltage!? That man is NOTHING compared to you! It bothers me that someone like him who is beneath you, who isn't worthy to even be in your presence but yet you let someone like him beat you. I didn't invest my money to promote a loser!  I have billed you to the masses as one of the greatest athletes in this business. Beating guys like Tyler Parker should be a cake walk for you.

Ryan Savage: Calm down, Pegasus. It's alright. I didn't need to win that match anyways.

(Acting out on his emotion Pegasus walks up to Ryan Savage and gets into his face with his face turning red by the second.)

Pegasus: Calm down? ME Calm down. Do you know who the hell I am!?

Ryan Savage: Yes. You're just like me if not the same as me. But listen Pegasus, my match with Tyler Parker wasn't a necessity for me to win. In fact you can chalk this up as a fluke victory. As you can clearly see I'm hurt, I'm injured as it took Tyler Parker all he had and then some to beat a man that's not even at 100%. So if I were completely healthy and if that coward brother of mine didn't inflict these injuries on me then Tyler Parker would be laying in a hospital somewhere. So my friend, don't make me repeat myself. Calm Down...

(As Ryan Savage stares into the eyes of Pegasus, Pegasus begins to back away from Ryan Savage and maintain his senses and begins to clear his throat and then begins to talk to Ryan Savage rationally.)

Pegasus: Okay. My bad then. Sorry that I've lost my cool but if anything Ryan, my emotions shows that I have faith in you. More so than anyone in your life that you've encountered. I know you can make it to the top. You were on the cusp of obtaining greatness and I believe you can do it again. If you want me to address Y2Impact for you and tell the world that you're going to become World Champion then I'll do so. I will help you win matches, I'll do whatever it takes to bring out the most desirable outcome..

Ryan Savage: That isn't necessary. Now go and take a walk.

(As Pegasus leaves the scene, the camera focuses on Ryan Savage as he takes a moment of silence to gather up his thoughts that has been all over the place as of late as he begins to speak..)

Ryan Savage: Y2Impact, I don't even know where to begin. You and I have a history together dating back what seems to be years ago but in all reality to me it's just in the past which I have no desire to bring up. You can look at this as a pardon because I'm not going to hold you accountable for making my life a living hell back under the old regime. I'm not even upset at you for playing part in taking the Tag Titles that I've won for both my partner and myself. I will even go as far as not even worrying about the last time I've gotten involved with Hexa-Gun because you the only reason why any of this going on is that you and your group are in the way of something that I need to finish. In order for me to get another World Title shot, I have to go through Hexa-Gun. A daunting challenge? Yes, but if this is the only chance that I have to ensure I get to have my rematch with Mr. DEDEDE then I'll do whatever it takes. So this match is pretty much a prelude of what's to come soon and you can take this as an ominous sign of what will be the end of the most dominant group that has stepped foot in EAW. Since I'm a pawn in this game of war, then I may as well try to reap whatever benefits I can get from this. But this brings me to think about what you said that I'm nothing more than a bottom feeder and you know what Impact, thinking on it. I'm pretty sure you've nailed it on the head because I am a bottom feeder, I am a parasite and I'll admit that what I've done to Mr. DEDEDE has people talking about me. Even though I didn't necessarily came away with the gold at King Of Elite, it still leaves an unanswered question if Mr. DEDEDE can truly get a definitive win against me. As I have stated before Y2Impact as long as Mr. DEDEDE lives, I live and as long as he has that championship around his waist then I have a reason to fight. Come Voltage you're going to see a different side of me, it's not going to be a side where I'm going to threaten to end your career or anything like that since this match doesn't mean much to me. But you're going to get a taste that you're dealing with a desperate man that's fixated on getting another opportunity at the World Championship. You're going to see a man that's desperate for power because ever since I tasted my blood and have seen with my own eyes the nature of the beast when the richest prize is up for grabs, it has done something for me. I can compare this sensation when I shark tastes blood for the very first time and becomes addicted to it and will do anything it can to get that taste again. That's where I'm at in my career at the moment and I need it so bad that if I have to get through Hexa Gun to get it, then so be it. IT WILL BE DONE!

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It’s dark as a door swings open and light from the hallway fills the room for a moment. The room returns to its near pitch black state as the light is cut off and a lamp is turned on to give the room only the slightest illumination. Cailin Dillon sits down at her desk and flips up her laptop as she sits down at the desk. It’s only been a few moments when a smile comes across her face. She shakes her head and pushes a hand through her long blonde hair. She had spent her week preparing for two matches at once, all with her mind focused primarily on just this one. There wasn’t any issue understanding where Sheridan Muller was coming from, but it was clear the girl was in over her head with this match. She could see her forming ideas that were coming from seemingly nowhere. Not the kinds of ideas that put you over another competitor, but the kind that make you seem desperate. She had used lewd jokes to talk about other people, gone on pointless tangents about how she was more talented than the entire world and wrapped it all up with a nice little catchphrase that she stole from the German automobile industry. The dead mom comments and daddy’s girl labels weren’t bothering her, and nor was Sheridan herself. It was easy to laugh at the girl, but not because she didn’t take her seriously. She was completely serious about the clinic she planned to put Sheridan in. She was positive this girl wouldn’t know what hit her when they were finished. She flipped on the camera and hit record as she looked to her laptop to speak.
 
News flash, we at EAW would like to apologize for interrupting your day with Saturdays with Sheridan. That show was awful and has been cancelled. But we would like to make sure you understand exactly why we’re doing this. You see, Sheridan had great intentions and her ideas started out being good enough, but then she flipped the switch to crazy town. Once we put a mic in front of her, she started saying things that didn’t make a while lot of sense. As a news show, it was meant to be practical, truthful and informative. We didn’t intend to start a show where this girl sits in front of a camera and flaps her gums for 30 minutes. Sorry for that again. But maybe we should have known ahead of time. The facts were all there. And even are early disclaimer didn’t feel like enough to warn you of what you were about to see. It should have included, this program will also include one very courageous woman who has her panties so far up her own ass that she’ll never be able to fully recover them. Listen Sheridan, you aren’t as great as you believe yourself to be. You want a motivational speech, I’ll give you one. Why not give you what you’ve accused me of this week. So here goes nothing. Sometimes in life, we meet obstacles. Now most would tell you to keep trying and eventually you can clear these things and you can triumph. But ever so often, you encounter something that seems impossible. Should you keep trying? Maybe you should. Because the reward on the other side might be great. It might be something you’ve wanted for a really long time or something that just makes you feel good. But eventually you’ll find that you can’t clear this obstacle and you just fail over and over again. This is when you consider giving up. Most would tell you not to. Never give up, never surrender or something in that line of talk. But maybe you should give up, you know, save yourself the hardship. Maybe your motivation should be to know end up looking like a complete fool. You can spend a lot of time throughout your preparation thinking you’re really ready for the challenge, but when it starts to become apparent that you’re in over your head, you’ve got to jump out of that ship before it sinks and pulls you under. This is the example of Sheridan Muller’s career. She has crossed obstacles and made leaps and bounds, but it has run its course. She’s now approached the point where the wall is too big to climb. She has gotten to a place she was never ready for. So what is a girl like Sheridan to do? She has to chalk this one up to what it really is and start preparing for the next one. The lesson here is to not give up after the loss and to keep fighting. But maybe in Sheridan’s case the motivation should be to give up. Maybe it’s time she turns away from wrestling all together, give her catchphrase back to the industry and use all that money she spends so much time talking about to buy herself a dinghy. Then she can flip on that motor, find herself an island somewhere out in the Caribbean where she can hide from the world that she’s already so much better than. This will be the place she lives out the rest of her miserable life thinking about that one obstacle she couldn’t get past. But someday, eventually, she will look back and realize there was a lesson to be learned in all this and it wasn’t just all for naught. That lesson is for all the shit she talks and whatever she wants to say about Cailin Dillon, she will never be good enough to beat her. She will never be a champion and her career will be defined for what she is in this moment right now. For someone who spends so much time telling everyone else to shut up, she’s just full of hot air. So she can tag her full of shit self and spend the rest of her days on that island, where she belongs. No one here really needs here brand of trash anyways.
 
You came into this week with a purpose. You wanted to paint your opponent as a weakling, you wanted to destroy her mentally and then you wanted to become a champion. You failed on the first two objectives, and now here comes the third. You have spent this week talking about the cancerous individuals you believe exist in this division, and then made it clear through your descriptions that I’m not one of those people. You talked so much about money, and suddenly you aren’t about the money. It’s unclear what your purpose is anymore. You’re either here trying to be the cure to a sickness that doesn’t exist and prove that I’m not worthy, or you’re here to put on a good showing and try to win your first championship in EAW. We might never truly know which one that is because you haven’t made it clear and neither are going to happen. You don’t see yourself as a hypocrite, but it’s obvious that you are. You spend time talking about how wrestling is your life and let me know how tough you train. But when you see me training you tell me I have no life. This has been the common theme of everything you’ve said and done this week. Whether it’s you recording yourself fresh out of the shower with your wet blond hair, you fucking and then decapitating a cardboard version or me or this lame newscast you tried to construct in your hotel room. These are all the wonderful premise to ideas that you failed to hash out in full power because you just couldn’t figure out what to say. Oh, you had a lot of words to say, but they lacked the direction I think you wanted to go. It really makes no difference though. There’s been no doubt that I will successfully retain this title and you will be left to completely eat your words. What I’m doing in EAW right now is just the start of leaving my mark on the wrestling industry, and you’ll end up as just a blip on that radar. I’ve done nothing but learn every single match I’ve been in, both tremendous victories and grueling defeats. I’ve won championships and I continue to elevate my career. I’m doing what you haven’t done and what you won’t. What Sheridan fails to realize is that I train, I scout and I study this craft. She believes herself to be the most talented in the world, but she’s talent without a game plan. She just talks and talks and says everyone else loves the sound of their own voices. She makes fun of my victories and calls them meaningless when she barely beats her challenger to get in here. She’s showing up bloodied and bruised when I have no marks because I was intelligent, I had a strategy and I took care of my business. See, I can go into matches and I can give it my all and I can took huge risks and I can survive it generally unscathed. For all the time you spend calling me weak, you barely made it out of a match against an opponent you’ve made sure we all understand is second rate. And we all take plenty of lumps and bruises, but the injuries you describe make it sound like you went through a car accident. I didn’t realize Vanessa was so damn powerful. But while you spend your time bashing the title that you desire to win, you fail to realize that my victories have solid and they’ve been consistent. Winning ladder matches and chair matches and cage matches are no joke. Ask any one, you’ve stepped up this week to levels we haven’t seen before. But you’re not different than anyone else who has challenged for this title. You all like to talk down on me and the things I’ve accomplished, but you share the same desperation all of the ones before you had. You’ve attempted to go from zero to 100 and just this week, but I’ve surpassed you just like I did those ones before. This is the Cailin Dillon experience you hungered for so much. And now you’re getting the taste you wanted. I can’t imagine it’s everything you expected. You expected easy, but you got the same heat I give everyone else. For every way you try to strike me down with your words, you get an even more powerful jab just right back. The difference between is that your words don’t feel like something to take seriously. You spend so much time trying to degrade your opponents with jokes, that you miss out on the opportunity to really get your point across. You remind me of those kids we all encounter in our lives that get embarrassed by their own accord and then come out swinging with every expletive they can think of. Those kids always think they walk away from those scenes the winners. But just like them, it’s a loss for you.
 
This is why it should be painfully obvious to you at this point that for everything you’ve done this week, you have not intimidated me at all. How you could even develop a sense that I would fear anything about is part of the fairytale that you created in your mind. Yes, the girl who accuses me of creating this world of endless rainbows and unicorns is the one truly living in a fairytale. She thinks because she speaks a lot that I’m scared of her. What a laughable claim from a girl who truly has achieved nothing in her career, but thinks she is cool or strong because she downplays the accomplishments of everyone else. The problem is it’s too easy to take the things you say with a grain of salt. I’m confident with every fiber of my being that I will beat you, whether it takes 30 seconds or 10 minutes. All the threats you make about winning the Specialist’s Championship and parlaying it into ruling the division just come across as silly statements from a little girl who is pumped for her biggest opportunity. But it will end with her bloodied and crying tears of sadness. Let me help you out. You aren’t a big deal, so find a new way. I challenged you to do something about it all week and you were just deaf to this situation. Talk about a broken record. You literally just say the same things over and over and the only change you offer is a variation in what you say first. German efficiency. German efficiency. German efficiency. Best in the world. Read that aloud and understand how much of an idiot you sound like. I could bring up former opponent after former opponent and what wouldn’t change is that they are better than you. I’m talking going back to the Empress of Elite tournament. I’m talking about bringing up girls that aren’t even in this company anymore. The consistent thing is that I think they could beat you. The handful of victories you have mostly come against girls I’ve never faced. But Rey Shamez put up a bigger fight than you, and she didn’t even have a title opportunity up for grabs. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? When you challenge the meaning behind the girls who have had chances to beat me and classify them all as worthless and undeserving, do you forget that you’re in the same class as them? Or has your apparent newfound invincibility really warped your mind so badly that you don’t know the answer to that anymore. There’s being confident and then there’s being flat out delusional. It’s difference between us is obvious. You fall under the category of delusional, and I remain confident that I will beat your delusional ass all over the ring. So when you come out and head into the ring, turn around and stare at that ramp. When you hear my song fill the arena and you see me walk out, you’ll know you’re out of time. And you make sure to listen to the lyrics of that song, because they aren’t meaningless. There’s nothing wrong with my confidence, but there’s plenty wrong with whatever it is you have going on.
 
This place will never be defined by anything you bring to the ring. Maybe you’re a nice talent, but you’re far from great. You’re not even that good. That’s the thing, there’s plenty of great talent and even some good fighters that are right on the cusp. What you are is nice, but you’ve still got a long ways to go before you prove anything. I want to mention something very painfully obvious to you that I don’t think you thought about before you said. You have made yourself out to be the hottest thing in EAW right now. Part of that, as you made clear earlier this week, is all the success you’ve had. So how flawed is your thinking that you discount your opponents match history and try to act as if the championship matches they fought in are meaningless in comparison to the ones of a rookie who has been cutting her teeth. The thing is, I’m not sure you’re ready to remove that pacifier from between your lips just yet. You’ve still got a way to go hun. But just as you hope it will all come crashing down for me, you’re soon to see this all happen for yourself. I’ve lost matches before, I know how to handle myself in defeat. You haven’t even known how to handle yourself this week. How the hell are you supposed to deal with missing out when you feel everything is in your favor? Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to build up this perception that you were so unstoppable this week. Because that’s all you ever do. That’s part of your whole gimmick. The reality is that you’re far from perfect and you will leave our match feeling very far from the complete product that you believe yourself to be. You think you’re entering a match against a paper champion when you’re actually boarding a one-way train to your career going nowhere. The thing is you are chalk full of so much talent, but it’s everything else about you that causes these huge deficits. Your whole approach is so flawed that you feel like you have to attack someone sexually or make fun of their parents. The idea that you had to suggest I was touched by my father is about as clear an example of this as it comes. Why you think this actually makes you better or gives you a chance to win I might never know. Something tells me you feel this is the way to get to your opponent mentally. If that worked with Vanessa Holiday it’s because she’s weak. You complain about me seeming infallible, but it’s because you haven’t done anything to make me feel this mental breakdown you expected to invoke.
 
I expect you to come out swinging on Showdown. And why would I expect any differently. You are feisty and you want to shock the world, even if your version is just some weird way of proving something that only you believe. You think you will be the end of my run, but you’re just another mark along a path that has led me onward. You see a champion vs. champion match as a sign of a weakness for EAW, but I see it as the penultimate for the Vixens division. To have both of its champions square off and see who comes up on top, it doesn’t get any better than that. But you only see it as a waste of time if I’m in, and this amazing once in a lifetime experience for the fans if you’re in it. Just more flawed thinking from a girl who has tried hard, but will come up short. I want you to come in and give me everything you have. I’m hungry for an absolute battle in that ring. I want to see you risk everything you have to see if your best beats me. And when that match ends, I won’t be losing my humility and taunting you into the ground like some stupid, egotistical whore. I will remain as hungry and humble as I have during this entire ride. I’ve heard about what you’re going to do all week so I have to admit I’m ready to see you try and put your money where your mouth is. I know exactly how this match will end. By the end of Showdown, Cailin Dillon will still be the Specialist’s Champion. It’s funny that it bothers you so much that I compare you to others. You’re torn by the fact that someone has pointed out the fact that you simply aren’t as original as you thought. Even if you thought your cancer ideas or your approach to promos was unique and something that put you ahead of your opponents, the way you combined it all and tried to pass it off was your biggest failure. Maybe you could have become the best combination of all those you inadvertently ripped a little from, but you failed to put it all together. Just like you will in this match. It’s interesting that you have started to admit that you think I don’t belong with the rest of these so-called “cancers” throughout the division. You’ve conceded that there is a small group you see yourself as a part of, the two of us and Eris, that deserve everything while the others don’t deserve the same. But you’re still lacking the knowledge of the full extent of this division. I’m not stupid, I know you aren’t going away. I could bring you on the brink of death and you’d be crawling back to the ring a few weeks later giving it another shot. But as you continue to crawl your way back and try to get back to this point, the moment when you take your next big shot at the top spots in the division, you will hit bump after bump in the road. You will find out that there are a number of girls who belong in that rather exclusive group you developed. You will lose matches you thought you would win easily. It will be a wake up call that extends past this match.
 
Cailin gives one last smile and a wink to the camera before she ends the recording. She nods to herself as she feels content and jumps in her e-mail to send the video to EAW personnel to go up on the website. As she clicks in the subject line, she stops for a moment to think before grinning and attacking her keyboard quickly. She types in “Sheridan’s last ride,” and hits send before closing her laptop and standing up. She turns off the lamp and walks over to the window and pulls the curtain aside to let the moonlight filter into the room for a moment before letting the room fill with dark.

Jimmy Fallon: Thank You, Thank you , Welcome to the tonight show. Im your host Jimmy Fallon , and tonight we've got a show which will take us in to the ring as we welcome professional wrestler for EAW , ladies and gentlemen please welcome MOOOOOOOOIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.




Jimmy Fallon: Have a seat moiz.


Moiz: Thank you I will.


Jimmy: So tell me Moiz, how long were you off wrestling?

Moiz: Well Jimmy, you have to understand, that while I was not wrestling for any fed for arounc 3-4 years.. I've never been off wrestling as I've continued to kick ass and win so the question about being off wrestling does not apply to me.


Jimmy: Haha, well I did mean of how long you were off professionally.


Moiz: It's ok Jimmy, I'm back to being a pro now though


Jimmy: YES AND THAT IS GREAT, so what made you want to come back to the pros, and why did you choose the big leagues in EAW.
                         
Moiz: Well, when I was off pro wrestling I was not just sitting around jerking off, I knew that if I was ever to come back I would have to do it in style, and become such that I could take a federation by storm and make it ever more entertaining. So for a good 3-4 years, I spent a lot of time in the gym and eating right cuz im not a pussy that would be on the juice.. So anyway I started to become much stronger and as I was training i was becoming much better in the sport I loved and I knew that a return would have to come soon. Also when I was off I was constantly having beef with people and I was constantly kicking there ass and that made me realize how much I would love to come back to wrestling and that's when I remembered that EAW still needed that pro wrestler that could just make a crowd go WOW and now look where I am . Already won my first match, feeling great and feeling positive about many victories soon to come.

Jimmy: Impressive, surely a great story now you've got another match coming up soon on voltage, you're facing a good group of guys but particularly Ryan Young, I'm pretty sure a bunch of people that follow EAW wrestling have considered him to have some success with the federation. Do you have any thoughts regarding him.

Moiz: Haaha, who would consider that guy to even be a threat, you see Jimmy, right now I'm going through the easy stage of my wrestling career, I know I'm not gonna get booked against the main faces right away so I have to spend my time fighting against these rookies and if one rookie stands out more than the others, it still doesn't make a difference to me..

Jimmy: You won you're comeback/debut match in which you collected Kevin Stark's 50k initiatives, if you don't mind have you spent the money


Moiz: Ohh my, that 50k flew like it was time.. I sure enjoyed it

Jimmy: Haha what did you do


Moiz: Well you know the regular parties, food , movies , got some car jobs done, nothing really out of the box. But when I spend... I spend largely and that's how the money went away so fast

Jimmy: How fast are you expecting to get facing the superstars in champions and getting title shots. I'm sure you'd love to get back to being succesfull quick

Moiz: Yea Jimmy, I know that a lot of the EAW roster has got a bit of the shivers now that they know that I'm back to wrestling but the problem is I can't get a title shot very quickly so I guess all I gotta do is do what I'm best at and that's win. As soon as I start consistently winning, they'll have to give me a title shot and don't be surprised if you see me soon with a nice gold belt around my waist. I won't be having time to come on your shows bud


Jimmy: Oh dont worry Moiz, I'm sure you will be getting titles soon. Now we are running out of time as we do have some other guests who are patiently waiting to come on stage, I can't lie there pretty scared since you are here, but I think we have time to talk about one more thing and it's something that I personally am very i interested about and it's your feud with your trainer I mean really what happened with him?


Moiz: Jimmy I knew you would bring that up and your lucky that I'm quite calm right now since I'm on your show but the thing with my trainer ummm I guess it just happened, I really don't like when people think I'm messing up and my trainer... well I've never liked him and he hasn't had any impact on me in being succesful so I knew that I had to let him go and luckily this came up and now I've got no trainer i guess


Jimmy: Well there you have it folks, Moiz has no trainer.. IF ANY OF YOU ARE INTERESTED AND ARE NOT SCARED OF TELLING MOIZ WHAT TO DO, PLEASE CONTACT US AND WE WILL FORWARD YOUR MESSAGE TO MOIZ AND YOU HAVE A CHANCE OF BEING HIS TRAINERRR. ANDD THAT BRINGS US TO THE END OF OUR SEGMENT WITH EAW SUPER STAR MOIZ, AFTER THE COMMERCIAL BREAK WE WILL BE BACK WITH MORE GUESTS.


                   * Moiz waves hands and commercials play*

*Kerry Eusford is seen walking into a bar with a large suitcase, a very expensive looking bar scene comes into view, many girls seem attracted to Eusford's class and wealth, but he shrugs them off and makes his way to a seat*

Kerry Eusford: A Jack Daniels on the rocks please.

*Kerry says this to the bartender with a confident smirk, the bartender gets him his drink quickly*

Kerry Eusford: so, it seems that my next opponents are Maxwell Dachs and Piff Fumador. I'll elaborate on those two men with the class and dignity you would expect from an educated gentleman such as myself.

*Kerry sends a flirty wink toward the bartender, who smiles a bit*

Kerry Eusford: How perplexing, a stoner and a wrestler at the same time. That seems to be the case with Piff Fumador. I wonder though, why he isn't sacked by the health and wellness policy that EAW carries. *he makes air quotes after the word 'carries'* nevertheless, he is quite the decent wrestler, nothing even close to akin to my status of wrestling juggernaut. But a talented adversary either way. *he takes the shot, crushing the ice with his teeth* you will be taken down in the same vain as my other opponent, who i will get to in a New York minute.

*he orders another drink, the bartender again gets it quickly.*

Kerry Eusford: Maxwell Dachs... There is much i'd like to say about you. But i'd much rather just break every bone in your body, you have insulted my way of living, sexual preferences, and intelligence so much that i should really be even angrier at you than i seem to be, which i am, by the way. You are a meddling shitstain on the underpants of EAW, and of wrestling in general. You are the trash of the trash, the worst of the worst. And you think it's funny! You think it's all a joke huh? Well when i break your neck, it won't be such a joke will it? When i finally make you pay for the insults you've thrown at me, when i finally hear you scream for mercy like i've been needing to hear all this time... IT WON'T BE SUCH A JOKE, NOW WILL IT!?

*the bartender looks taken aback, but slides Kerry a small piece of paper, Kerry takes it, and slams the shot of whisky in front of him, before paying his tab along with a big tip to the bartender, and then ducking out of the bar into the Nevada nightlights*

Kerry Eusford: both of these men will be only the first casulties in the long string of success that Kerry Eusford is about to experience, it's just about time i break Dachs open as punishment for meddling in my career for all this time.

Get ready, i'm about to put not only EAW, but the whole world... On notice... Sorry to anyone who had stock in DCW, because it's about to be defunct.

Voltage #2


Kyra, it seems that I have pissed you off. I think I’ve struck a cord. If you want to scare me as well then go ahead and try but let me tell you something it won't work against me. Fear is something that every human being is born with but it can be removed by countering with courage but this time I need to with courage and my own dose of fear. Now just by looking at me, people can tell that I'm not scary or threatening, hell my hair and attire makes me look like the most colorful and cheerful vixen but obviously my looks are deceiving because I'm just as threatening and dangerous.

If both Kyra and Silence want to beat me down and probably try to end my career then they can try all want to but it’ll probably take all three hours of Voltage because the sisters pointed this out. My resilience is my greatest strength because I'm fighting for my worthiness to be in this ring. The Sisters are fighting for each other then I'm fighting for my goals and Erica’s trust that she has given me by taking me under her mentorship. I'm fighting for that position in the Vixen Cup. I'm fighting for the opportunity for glory by winning the cup and I have to use you to catapult my way to the top then so beat it. Kyra and Silence I hope you two ready to pay for what you two and your Veena did to me and Erica. See you two Sunday.

 
 
 

That was a good one JD. You almost got me. You damn near had me convinced that you believe everything that you said, but I know you're not that stupid. After all you managed to become Pure Champion, so I know you don't honestly have such an unrealistic grasp of the way things work in EAW. This some old tired shtick of "they don't want me to succeed" and "Mr. DEDEDE is past his prime but somehow he's hogging the spotlight" bullshit that I've heard a million billion times... you don't truly believe any of that do you? You've got to be joking right!? I mean, you're smarter than that! You're smart enough to know better than to shrug me off as just another guy on your hit-list right? That was all just a joke right????

Haha, wow.

Well hats off JD Damon, you proved me wrong. 

But as the years go by the cycle remains. The system takes in hothead self-impressed punks with a little bit of promise, and it chews them up and spits them out, yet I make the mistake of showing a guy with a bit of promise just a bit of respect, and he completely takes it for granted. I go as far as to say that maybe in a few years you would offer a true challenge to me, and you choose to ignore it. People do this all the time, people prove me wrong constantly. They never prove me wrong about myself though. They always prove me wrong about them. I go giving someone a little bit of credit and even compliment their mindset and they turn around and squander it. It's almost like the Ryan Savage thing all over again except to a much more miniscule degree. Come to think of it that was admittedly a reach on my end because the fallout to this won't be anything nearly as big as what happened at King of Elite. In fact in the end nothing really changes, it didn't really matter what mentality you had JD; it doesn't matter how much or how little you think of yourself, because the result would have remained the same. Now matter how you slice it, you have no chance against me JD. In a company like this, asking for a little bit of humility seems to be out of the question, even from a pissant like you. But what about a little common sense? What about choosing your words carefully before you spew them? What about actually knowing what the fuck you're talking about instead of senselessly rattling off bullshit jargon like "past his prime" which absolutely does not apply to me in any form or fashion? How about that? Maybe if you knew what you were up against this would have been a little bit more fun tomorrow because maybe you'd actually come prepared, but if all I am to you is just another person on your "hit-list" then all you are is another deer in the headlights. I gain nothing from beating a person like you, and as much as I admire your confidence in yourself, I admonish your amateurishness, because against me you you've taken a massive half-measure. You know yourself very well, you know what you're capable of, but you don't know what I'm capable of.

Law 19 from the 48 Laws of Power: Know your enemy. Know who you're dealing with. It's fundamental, it's basic, but so many people don't even know how to follow such a simple concept. So many young bucks, like you, waltz into this business and win themselves a Pure title or even a World Title and think they know the business. You don't even know who I am! You don't truly know your God, let alone know the business, so what makes you think you're the best in it? You have no grasp on the reality you're dealing with if all you think I am is some old curmudgeon who's stuck in the spotlight and ''can't hang''. Are you fucking kidding me?? And what basis do you have, because you're the "best wrestler?" Do you know how many "best wrestlers" there are in this company??? There's more "best wrestlers" than there are "Gods", and there are more "Gods" than there are "Kings", and there are more "Kings" than there are "GOATs." All of those words are just jargon to describe the same thing. They're just different ways to describe the same concept, but there's only one man who fits the description and actually lives up to the patina of these words and that's me. I'm the man in every era. It's so easy for people to call themselves the "best wrestler" because they think they're being ''fundamental'' somehow and want to keep some air of quote-unquote ''conservative ''self aggrandizing about them, by limiting their self aggrandizing to just "best wrestler", but calling yourself the best wrestler is still just as pompous and furthermore imperious as calling yourself a God when you're not Mr. DEDEDE. You don't fucking tell the greatest in every era that you're the best wrestler when he wrestles in your era, because as long as I still compete and ESPECIALLY as long as I have the Answers World Championship around my waist, you're not the best. I'm the best. I'm the best wrestler EVER. So long as I'm in this company I'm the one in the main event, I'm the true champion, and even when I'm not champion I'm still the marquee. THAT'S GOD. That's what you call transcendent. It's been this way from the time this company started back up after initially failing in it's first run, because I wasn't in it, because I was the man in greener pastures; and that's the way it is now. Hell I've been the man before there was an EAW. Before you call yourself the best wrestler, please tell me what have you ever accomplished in your little life that supersedes that. And also, contrary to your belief, none of my past glory has worn off. If anything I eclipse my own previous abilities and feats. I'm 9 times as great as I was last year, and double that the year before, and double THAT the year before. I consistently get better, and it's not because I adapt to the system. That's your job. That's your peers job. Everyone else has to adapt or they will perish. But I don't need to adapt to the system, because the system adapts to me. Do you understand that JD?? Is that good enough of a lesson for you?? Do you get the picture now?? Do you know who I truly am now????

Of course not, of course you don't, of course you're going to go into Voltage all self impressed. Feeling so self important. Oh, and by the way, I notice that you've bitched and moaned so much about not being put in the King of Elite tournament finals, as if you didn't lose the tournament in the first place, as if you didn't already fail in the first place. Let me remind you, the person who won King of Elite was humbled by me the very next week. Why don't you be a little grateful that they didn't put a loser (because that's what you are technically, you lost the tournament, you're a loser) back in the tournament. Maybe Kenny Drake beating your ass was a good thing after all. Think of it this way, at least when you take this L tomorrow it won't be riding the wave of winning one of the biggest accomplishments EAW has to offer. At least you won't suffer the same fate as Eclipse. I mean look what I did to him, he has no momentum now. That's what would have happened to you. He's probably worse off than you are right now. But that's just speculation, the fact is you've got a hard lesson coming your way tomorrow and judging by your lack of foresight it's clear you're not going to see it coming, but it is waiting. The hard lesson, the lesson you've yet to learn, it's waiting for you. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe that's why Liam Catterson is starting to get ballsy. Maybe people still for some reason have it completely twisted about me. Perhaps that's what happens when there are so many people glorifying themselves all at the same time. Maybe people are just starting to become confused by all of the useless blather, and maybe you're one of them Damon. It's like the proverb of the wise man arguing with fools, except in my case there is no argument. There is no debate. When I speak, only my words are consecrated. But even my words can be drowned out by the declarations and proclamations of underlings, fucking underlings, fucking rodents like you calling yourself greater than me. That's the problem with words. Everybody has them. Everyone has a mouth, and everyone with a mouth has an opinion. Of course in EAW, everyone has a high opinion of themselves -- justified and unjustified. So I guess I've got no choice but to abandon my words for now and resort to action. See you on Voltage.

Welcome back, Cyclone! It's been a long, LONG time, hasn't it? It's been, what? Years since the last time we we crossed paths? A lot has transpired since then, a lot has changed in EAW. Back when you were roaming the land of elite and ruling it with an iron fist while guys like myself were forced to watch you shine from the shadows, on the sidelines things were very different in comparison to how things are these days. That can be attributed to my valiant efforts to save EAW, I changed this company forever. I eradicated corruption, I destroyed Zack Crash and his regime and now there is not even remnants of it left. And now I rule this company with an iron fist not you, not anybody from our generation.. ME. I know I am not a World Champion or even a "king" but this is my house now, Cyclone , I OWN it and you're just a guest here, nothing else. You're past your prime, your days of glory are dead and as long as my heart beats you won't be able to relive them. Because It's disgraceful to me, to those of us who have been loyal to EAW, who work our asses off week in and week out, who have passion and LOVE for this how you were allowed back into EAW again without any issues after what you did. You abandoned this company, you FAILED this company and now you're back again. Why, Cyclone? Why are you here? I guess hogging the spotlight for all those years wasn't enough. You came back to deprive us all of it again. And the saddest part of this all is that I am the only one who has realized it. Everyone received you back with open arms, you were automatically placed upon a pedestal and you are being revered as if you were a fucking god. You weren't here when EAW needed you the most, when the company's reins were usurped by a tyrant who basically threatened to destroy the entire land of elite. You failed your fans, your comrades, your friends, EVERYBODY. Yet you're a legend, you are a member of the Hall of Fame, you are a god to these people and I am not. And that makes me sick.  I've been here since the inception of my career. Even when I was injured or just didn't have the opportunity to compete here in my grasp I ALWAYS considered this place my home and I was constantly reinventing myself in hopes of getting signed to a contract again. I'm at the very top of not just Dynasty but ALL of EAW. You're probably going to reply with a monotonous statement, something generic like "I'm better than you" or "I've been more successful than you" and I admit it. I admit you've been more successful than me, but we both know why that is.  You had help, you were aided in your metamorphosis from nothing to something. You had the support of legends of this business, you had icons guiding you I had absolutely nothing, absolutely no one. No support, no love. I didn't follow in anyone's footsteps and honestly I never wanted to. I blazed my trail to prove exactly why I was one of the best. I bet you're surprised at the way I express my thoughts, the way I communicate myself. I told you a lot had changed. What hasn't changed, however, is the way I hate your kind. You came back just in time for Grand Rampage.. I don't know if you are hoping to somehow win Grand Rampage again, I really don't. Regardless I am shattering your hopes and Grand Rampage aspirations into tiny little pieces when we meet again on Dynasty next week because I have to, it's as simple as that. If I allow you to walk out of Dynasty as the victor other so called "legends" will assume following in your footsteps and coming back for the spotlight of deserving talent such as myself is the appropriate thing to do for them. You're not worthy of all the love you have been getting since you made your triumphant return last night at Rising Tide. You're not worthy of that Hall of Fame ring and you're not even worthy enough to be labeled an elitist. You embody exactly what I have been successfully attempting to exterminate for nearly two years now. Therefore I will eradicate you and everything you stand for. Welcome to the jungle! I am the lion here which means I rule everything you visualize.. and you have walked into my den, Cyclone. Now get ready to face the consequences of your actions.

 
I’m on drugs and you’ve got me backed into a corner, but here’s the Heart Break Gal admitting exactly what I was saying for the first time. Oh, so you know these things now, do you? These things that you previous, emphatically denied. Your focus has always been on trying to make me feel like I’m not worthy of being in the same ring as you, yet that clearly isn’t what you really think. This is you admitting I do bring something to the table. This isn’t about us intimidating one another, it’s just about going back and forth at each other, grasping at each other’s throats until they let us step in the ring and settle it right there. But your game is always the same. You sound just like a new Vixen, but with polished words. You do the same I’m better than you in every way shtick, the only difference is you’ve done enough to not actually sound like you’re completely full of crap. Your whole idea is to paint me as this weak, feeble-minded little girl who is in over her head, when even you know this is just an illusion you’ve created. It’s the same way you talk down to every other opponent to try to make them feel insecure, because it’s worked so many times before. You’ve long been able to hold your boot over opponents and smile wide as you slowly bring it down over them until you crush them completely.
 
I have to laugh when you talk about me. You call me pathetic, just like the rest of the Vixens division, and say I don’t even belong in the same arena as you. But Eris, oh she does, and you even had to scrap for something to talk about there when you bring her up. You’re trying to say I’ve done nothing here because Eris and I came in at the same time and she’s the Vixens champion? Wow, there’s a whole hell of a lot of people there were here before both Eris and I, and many more after. We’re the only ones that have a belt though. There’s a reason for that. But if you think Eris is the only worthy Vixen because she lives between the sheets with you, then your picture of the Vixens division is pretty grim. Welcome to 2016, where the EAW Vixens division features one person, Eris LeCava. Oh, Claudia? She was too good for the Vixens division so we have just one. This is why your ideals and your actions, they’re just shit. Really your whole approach is terrible. You say I’m a moron, you make fun of me for being a champion and then you talk about yourself as goddess. Congratulations, that’s clearly the winning formula right there. It makes me wonder how you’ve even managed to be so successful throughout your career. Here we are, far removed from our early meetings with each other, and it’s as if you’ve lost a step. Was there a time the Heart Break Gal had more fire than this or more venom? Or is her whole Vixens career, all that success in the past of EAW, because of a limited crop of talent in the Vixens division. If Eris wasn’t such a panty jockey for you, I’m not sure you could beat her if you decided to try out this division again. You’re not going to beat me on Sunday, so what does that say about where you’re at now?
 
The one thing I’ve learned for certain this week is Vixens both old and young walk around pretending they have some sort of superhuman strength that supersedes any opponent that come up upon. Think about that for a second. Your method is so amazing that it’s the same one every other new Vixen comes in and tries to pedal. Saying you’re stronger than someone else is just a lazy way of trying to put yourself over. It doesn’t really mean anything. Just like you claiming I have no way of beating you. That’s an even more simple-minded belief to take about an opponent. But that’s always kind of been your thing though, right? Just disrespect and mock your opponents until they don’t have it in them to compete with you. I’m unfazed by your tricks and I’m ready for everything you throw at me. That’s the difference between this match and any other match we’ve been in. Other than the fact that this is our first time ever going one on one. Then again, you’re so different than everyone else, aren’t you? You focus only on your goals and you take advantage of every situation that’s put in front of you. C’mon, really? That’s the road you’ll take to make yourself seem better? Please Claudia, why don’t you have anything interesting to say that actually makes me feel like you’ll win this match? Why is it always the same “I’m two steps ahead of you,” line every time? And why do you think I don’t take you seriously? You have this deluded picture of me as a fighter where I’m so full of myself — even though I’m not you — that I make wild mistakes and do stupid desperate things while you play possum. Let me just guess what plan you already have. You’re gonna show up ready to fight, and then when things get bad you’ll have your lackey get involved. And for that one reason, you’ll consider yourself the better fighter. That’s nothing but a joke. The smartest thing about you has been strength in numbers. If you’re a genius than you’ve gone far too eccentric for anyone to really understand what you’re trying to tell us anymore. But you’re not as intelligent as you lead us all to believe. You’re just very plain and you just say these same things over and over, with just a little twist. I could be doing the same thing, you know? I could be shouting about heart and determination, but I’m instead going over the facts. You think you’re going to win this match because you’re better than me in every way. Just say that. You talk about me dancing, my god you’ve done entire hokey pokey to get your points across. But they all still come back around to one simple way of thinking. How about we just let what we do in the ring talk for itself. How about we just throw caution into the wind and go at each other to see who comes out on top. How about you keep your pony in her stable and make sure you can do this on your own. Or is that so beneath you?
 
I don’t think I need this championship to be considered pretty goddamn great. I’ve had plenty of eyes on me enjoying every move I make along the way. Those same eyes are the ones that have been fixated on Eris. Yet the reason people think so highly of her is because she is a champion. It’s not because she’s with Hexa-gun, it’s because she competed for the Empress of Elite title, which she lost, and then turned around and ended Madison’s reign. It’s not because she’s this fucking rock star persona that stands alone above everyone else in her division whether she’s a champion or not. No, no one but you would agree with that. If she turned around and lost that title at Reasonable Doubt, she would not have that image. That’s just completely untrue. You have that image because you were successful and because you’ve been around for a really long time. Eris has been here since July, while you’re just old. But that’s not a slight on your age or accomplishments. That’s just to point out how stupid you sound by describing her as a legend. Maybe she’s completely legendary in the downtime you two spend together, but she’s just as beatable as you are. Her attaching herself to Hexa was an attempt to put herself over more. But instead everyone has just looked at her like she’s your girlfriend being dragged around from place to place. You always go so back and forth with the way you talk about me. Sometimes you make it sound like I was shit and then you say that I was a rising star. Although in your mind, sometime between the day I debuted, to the time we fought, to now when I stand as the Specialist’s champion, I got worse. Do you realize how stupid that sounds or do you, like you like to accuse me of, just open your mouth and let the crap just slide out?
 
Nothing you have said this week has made me feel fragile. It hasn’t felt like heat at all. I have two matches this week, and my other opponent, a rookie, is throwing far more heat at me than you are. How wise and powerful you must believe you are. Especially when it’s just you and your posse that believe that to be the case. All these things you think you’ve done to me this week, you’ve actually accomplished none of that. It’s extremely easy to respond right back to you when what you say is just loaded up with junk to try and get by. Your definition of not holding a candle to competition is always simply defined as a win or a loss. Except when you lose this week, you’ll break out your book of excuses flipping through to pick one. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say. My guess, you’ll say I got lucky. Because you always default to the easiest thing to say. We can’t have you trying to hard now, you might pull a muscle. But one other thing I want to say. You brought up our last match and that’s awesome. Thank you for reminding me of the week you attempted to ridicule me for saying I’ve changed. This week you’ve both admitted I’ve changed and then made it clear that you’ve changed, too. Woah! Mind blown! You talk about pathetic. We could do this all day, though, couldn’t we? And that’s something that you’re more than aware of and try to slide right under the rug. Because you make mistakes, and sometimes you admit it, but you act as if making a mistake against me is impossible. The truth is you make mistakes all the time, but you’re always in denial until they happen. You’re just a mistake away from suffering the same degree of humiliation you believe to have caused me. And it’s coming very soon. Just a day away now. You make ass backward claims on a regular basis, and your predictions come across as uneducated. You want facts? There they are. Now soak those up and try again. You talk about empty threats from me when yours feel even emptier. You talk about ending my career when you have far more at risk than I do. And then you come across with your penultimate word. This is what defines everything Heart Break Gal does. When she doesn’t like how her opponent has approached her and she’s been backed into a corner more than she cares to admit, it’s always the same thing. Tryhard. How sad. We’ll always remember you for this, Claudia. I’ll always remember you for being perfect, but no perfect. Invincible, but with an easily cracked exterior. The crazy thing is the interior is just as flawed. You are self-obsessed, but also very self-conscious. And you’re about to get yourself beat.
 
If this is truly your world, as you say, then it’s about to take a crushing blow. Your ego is what you really mean to say. This is your ego and you won’t dare have anyone challenge what you believe. This is to day only your beliefs matter. You want to fight until your last breath? That’s fine with me. I will make sure to beat the very last breath out of your shaky throat, and then Team Cross will take the rest of Hexa-gun down along with you. Things have gone your way long enough. You talk about goals? I have a goal to end Hexa-gun, and you’re collateral damage. See you at Voltage, where it all begins to end.

The camera opens on a high crane shot inside the skeleton of a darkened TV morning talk show set.  The sound of elevator musac fills the air as some unknown Kenny G wannabe pipe flutes the docile tune of "That's Amore."  Below, two figures sit shrouded in darkness, facing inward at almost a 90 degree angle of one another.

???: How 'bout the title 'International Pizza?'

Voice 2: Well, that doesn't make mush sense since we're on local syndication aaaand also it's the EAW National title, not the INTERnational title.

Voice 1: Yeah yeah, but hear me out; we're in Japan and-

Suddenly the lights come up as the camera swoops down to reveal Tony Rolland, clad in an argyle print mask and maroon sweater vest sitting next to a slouched over Pizza Boy sporting a taupe cardigan and his EAW National Championship.  They stop talking immediately and put on a fake TV smiles.

Tony Rolland: J-just think about i-

PB: HELLO! It's 8 AM, Eastern-Standard.  Welcome to our new show-

TR: INTERNATIONAL PIZZA!

A giant International Pizza logo cues up as the pan flute 'That's Amore' rises in volume, almost phasing out a Pizza Boy's tired sigh and audible face palm.

PB: Actually, it's NATIONAL Pizza, and that's just a working title.

Suddenly the Inter part of the graphic's crossed out, and the sub heading of "(Working Title}" is added in small print below it.  Tony takes a deep, frustrated sip of coffee out of a mug doilied up in the pattern of his own mask as PB stares downward, or falls asleep, one of the two.  Suddenly his eyes pop back open and his fake smile reappears.

PB: Today we're going to be talking about the physical state of me, the Pizza Boy And-

TR: AH! uh uh uh uh!

PB: Right...sorry, it's just...it's just Pizza Boy. 

TR: *under breath* you're damn right it is.  EAW hasn't got destributing licensing to your real name...neither do I for that matter...

PB: Well, after Rising Tide I finally got an MRI

TR: After they pried the National title out of his cold dead hands.

PB: Right...apparently there aren't any metals allowed in MRI's. *mumbling* or the doctor was just trying to steal my gold...

TR: Either way, tests have come back positive for acute brain damage, which after his seizure in that abandoned house...well, noooo body questioned.  

PB: I'm going to keep working, though.  The doc said I could if I took fewer belt shots to the head.

TR: A promise we can't make.

PB winces and stares down at his lap.  Suddenly a smile of pride spreads across his face as he picks the gold up in his hands, inspects it with childlike wonder, before slinging it over his shoulder and patting it's face plate proudly.

PB: But until that happens...

TR: If you hold up the belt next to PB's head in the right light, they're twinsies!

PB: UNTIL THAT HAPPENS! I'm going to defend this title of mine until my last dying breath.

Tony rises from his seat and starts loudly clapping.  PB's eyes roll, and then narrow on the camera as his title starts to shake on his shoulder, like some sort of foreboding cup of water in an ill conceived dinosaur park.  Tony, for once, taking notice of the situation, lets his clapping die down naturally as he slowly lowers back into his seat.

PB: Thanks, Tony.

TR: Still got the migraine?

PB: Yeah...

TR: Is it from celebrating your victory last night or the head trauma?

[In unison with cheeky smiles]: It's probably the head trauma.

They both wistfully smile and stare up into the studio lights before quickly wincing in pain and averting their eyes.

PB: But anyway, I hope this answers a question for all of you...

TR: Please don't...

PB smirks and cuts his eyes at Tony as he rises out of his seat stiffly and holds his belt aloft as his mentor covers the few inches of his face exposed in embarrassment.

PB:...because I want to start a new hashtag.

TR: Stooop....

PB: If anyone asks hashtag where's my pizza? Respond proudly back hashtag

TR: You don't have to say hashtag

PB: HASHTAG THE PIZZA IS HERE!

TR: Good god, sit down.

As PB darts his eyes around, waiting for the approval of the masses to meet his ears in the form of claps and cheers, before suddenly realizing he's in a closed studio.  He turns to Tony, whose now buried his head in a decorated throw pillow.  PB blushes and slowly starts to sit back down.

PB: ahem...this has been...National Pizza.  Until next time...

The lights die back down as the musac picks back up and the vandalized logo reappears.

TR: [under his breath] I told you not to do that.

PB: [under his breath] What? Like #PizzaRunsCold was any better?

TR: [hushed scream] Ray Lloyd was a nice man!

PB: Shhh....I think the camera's still running. I'm sure our mics are cut down, so just quietly wave at the camera.

PB's shadow in the darkness politely waves as Tony's hand awkwardly raises in a hook as the camera fades out and tunes out their hushed bickering.

Where. Should. I. Begin? First off, what in the blue hell was up with this year's King of Elite? That punk bitch Gabriel Eden somehow pulled a win out from under me during our semi-final match. But was he even in the actual King of Elite match? Hell no. That son of a bitch gets yanked out of the match days before it even happened. But instead of putting me in the match - the runner up in the semi-final match - they decide to hold a match in which Eclipse Diemos wins. So now we have some weirdo running around wearing a barbed wire crown on the top of his head claiming to be the King of Elite. It's a conspiracy if you ask me. I have told every single person since the moment I stepped my foot in the door of this company that the upper management was against me. They don't like this about me, they don't like that about me. So what do they do? Stick it to me even further by disrespecting me by not allowing me to be in the final match. Whatever. They want to continue to hold me down? They can try all they want, but as long as I have this title in my possession there's not a damn thing they can do about J.D. Damon continuing to rise through the ranks of this company.

And then I have that annoying cockroach Kenny Drake continuing to get on my damn nerves. He wants to continue sticking his nose into my business, getting involved with my matches and attacking me from behind like the scared little bitch that he is?! You see these bruises? You see these cuts?! They may be healing, but this is what that son of a bitch did to me weeks ago. But rest assure, the next time I see him he will wish that his mom had swallowed instead. Hold on, wait just a second... Did I just say "the next time I see him?" Ha! No one is going to see that reject for a very long time. You see, since Mister Drake is just a tad bit psychotic - and when I say tad bit I mean this dude is absolutely bat shit crazy - and talks to a voice in his head, I decided to get one step ahead of our good friend Kenny. I made a few phone calls and had him admitted to a psychiatric hospital for everyone's safety. This guy is obviously on the unstable side and I felt that he was not only a threat to himself, but to everyone around him. So now Kenny can sit in his little padded cell and rot for all I care.


But that is all old news by now. Everyone is talking about a huge blockbuster match that was signed last week by our fearless leader Ashten Cross. A match that is unfortunately being wasted on a weekly show instead of a big event, but shit happens, right? I am faced with the task of going one-on-one with our current reigning Answers World Champion, Mr. DEDEDE. This man has done it all in this industry. World Titles, secondary titles, fastest pie eater contest winner at the Colorado state fair, this guy has done it all! He is the reason why this company is still around today. This guy is a fuckin' Hall of Famer for Christ's sake! But you know what? All of that shit, all of his little accomplishments don't mean a damn thing to me. Most men in my position would be intimidated by stepping into the ring with DEDEDE, but I look at him like he is just another person on my hit list. I heard you DEDEDE; I heard you loud and clear. You admire me? Don't try buttering me up. When I look at you, I see someone who is way past his prime. I see someone who should have hung his wrestling boots up long ago, but unfortunately for everyone you still linger around. Instead of retiring and fading into obscurity, you soak up all of the spotlight - the spotlight that should be for me! Face the facts, DEDEDE, you're done, washed up. You actually think that all of the shit that you spewed about me is going to intimidate me? You think that I am going to back down from this fight? Then you obviously don't know J.D. Damon very well. You asked me if I feel honored to be sharing the same ring with you? Nah, not really. You on the other hand should be the one that feels honored. Honored that I actually take my time to acknowledge you. You see, I am the greatest wrestler that this company has to offer. I don't care if you have the Answers World Championship and I have the Pure Championship, they're just titles. What it truly comes down to is your ability to wrestle. You can doubt me all you want, but when Voltage finally rolls around I will show you exactly what I am talking about. I am going to do what everyone wishes they could do - and that is finally put this old dog out of his misery.

Silence, I want to give you props for being the only member of team who decided to show up during Battleground but right now I have to talk about our match this coming Voltage. I have to give you props for showing great strength and intensity that you bring during your matches. I have to give you props for showing your two sides to me and the world and know all that respect I was giving you right now was thrown out the window.

Remember when you and your bestie Veena beat me up after our match on Dynasty which I get it, revenge and crap like that is all fair and dandy. But then you try it again this using a distraction thanks to Veena. I think I speak for your fans, why in hell would you join up with Veena. Of all vixens, Veena Adams. I mean what was every other vixen not interested in being your partner. Seriously ladies, she's just one body with two minds.

People would probably just piss themselves just by saying this but I want face the monster, that's the Silence I want to face. I want the Silence that made her presence known when she first arrived in EAW. Silence I'm not going to hype myself because my matches do that for but instead I'm going to give two assignments to complete before our match. Ask Veena, how painful my knee is? And how it feel to tap out to me?Afterwards when you figure it all out then you will be able to have the right to say that “You're going to show all your rage and destruction.” Because I'm not a girl who is scared, I'm a woman and a queen ready to my kingdom by killing a dragon.

I’m not ‘second’ on Showdown, I’m number one. What makes Lannister ‘number one’? The fact that he’s the EAW Champion? That title doesn’t make him number one. How can a man who point blanked DUCKED me and my challenge to him for a match at Reasonable Doubt be even in the discussion for ‘number one’? Lannister and everybody else in this company, not just Showdown, but the entire EAW is second to me. Lannister isn’t the true champion of Showdown, I AM. I’m the one main eventing Reasonable Doubt in the biggest match in a very long time. They moved Reasonable Doubt from one location to Ireland because of ME, because I’m the money-maker of this company. I took this Hall of Fame title and actually made it relevant, Jaywalker, Scott Diamond and Cameron Ella Ava never took this title and put it on the highest level. Lannister is the so-called ‘number one’ and yet, he’s terrified to face me, a man who has ALWAYS prided himself on ‘paying his debts’ refused to pay his debt to me and give me what I’ve earned five times over now in a EAW Championship match and yet, I’m still main eventing this show over him. He’s a paper champion who defeated a guy who was injured half of his reign and even then, still needed my help for him to get that title. He knows exactly what I know; that if he had the balls to get in the ring with me and face me one on one for his title, that he would lose and he would lose fast and that is why he is ducking me. That’s why he’s fighting Vic Vendetta at Reasonable Doubt, because he knows he actually has a chance in that match against some guy who might be one of the biggest chokers in the history of EAW. How many times do we REALLY have to go through this entire ‘Vic could be EAW Champion’ thing before we finally give up on this guy? How many times does this guy have to come SO close to finally breaking the glass ceiling above his head before he chokes that we give up? We’ve been going through this entire thing with him since 2011. I didn’t know gaining victories over some bums and teaming with the biggest embarrassment to the Hall of Fame in Kevin Devastation warranted getting a title shot. I didn’t know being one of the biggest failures in EAW history along with Scott Diamond and Cy Henderson WARRANTED getting a title shot over me. I didn’t know never drawing a dime for this company WARRANTED getting a title over me. I didn’t know only being here for three months at a time WARRANTED getting a title over me. We all know the end-result of Vendetta/Lannister, we know Lannister is going to get the easy win because he’s a fake champion compared to me.


‘’BUT DEMON YOU FACED CHALLENGERS LIKE PEOPLE DRESSED UP AS JESUS, BIG E LANNISTER, HADES THE DICKRAISER AND OTHERS, YOU AVOIDED FACING REAL CHALLENGERS FOR MONTHS!!!!! YOU’RE JUST HOT AIR! YOU JUST TALK A LOT WITHOUT BACKING IT UP!’’


And while calling out every single Hall of Famer or person in this company to step-up and face me. Every week, I called them out and DEMANDED they face me. I called out Mr. DEDEDE but he would rather face one of the most overrated people in the history of this company and somebody has NO place being anywhere near the world title in Ryan Savage and Liam Catterson because it’s easier for him to defend his title with people on his real level than face me. I called out Y2Impact but he would rather team up with a woman and defend his tag team title against the likes of JJ Silva, Chris Elite and Ryan Savage, people on his real level than want to face me. Jaywalker would rather come and go from this company whenever it pleases him and fight guys like Jacob Senn, another person who has to be one of the biggest chokers in this company considering how many times he’s failed in title matches, than face me. Jamie O’Hara acts like a pussy and decides to not compete here for over a month as EAW Champion because he has a little injury in his arm. Cameron Ella Ava ‘who never backs down from a challenge’, never asked for a rematch against me after I took her title because even she knows that she can’t get on my level. Every week, I call them out and nobody has the balls to step-up to me and challenge me. Every week, I had open challenges for my title and not one serious person wanted to step-up and face me. I’M the one who had to call out the winner of Jamie vs Lannister and I’M the one who challenged Xavier Williams.


They say I’m all talk but I’m the only one doing any walking around here.


But make no mistake about it, when I go through you in a fast manner, I’m going to get on the first plane to Ireland and then I’m going to end the biggest fraud in the history of EAW and the biggest spin-off of my name, the biggest Dark Demon wannabe that I've ever seen in my life, Xavier Williams, and then I’m going to get Lannister or Vic Vendetta. What honestly makes you think Carlos, that you DESERVE to face either Lannister or Vic after Reasonable Doubt? What have you done to get that? Two straight victories on Showdown? That it? You’re pretty much like Vic Vendetta, aren't you? You’re the choker of this company. You want to talk about how being one step off from being ‘triple crown champion’ doesn't make you a bum but yet you said it yourself, since the last time that we faced off in 2014 – I’ve been more successful than you. I don’t need to go into my accomplishments, because you already know them but you know what HASN'T changed Carlos? You haven’t amounted to anything in this company since we last fought. You’re always on the cusp of breaking out into the world title scene but yet you always fail when it really matters. You ALMOST won Cash in the Vault two years in a row, that’s your biggest claim to fame since we last fought. You’ve won no titles, you’ve done nothing but lose big match after big match, time after time. When is the last time you actually won a match against somebody that mattered? You failed against Lucian Black too many times to count, you failed in the Dynasty Elimination Chamber, you failed against Drastik, you failed in the King of Elite tournament. You see the pattern here, Carlos? You’re always the bridesmaid, never the bride. You have done NOTHING to warrant calling out whoever wins the world title match at Reasonable Doubt, especially after me when I END Xavier Williams. You bitch and moan all the time about how poor old you ‘gets screwed’ over and you ALWAYS got an excuse for every time that you lose, don’t you? What’s going to be the excuse when you lose to me?


‘’Oh I wasn’t ready! I didn’t have enough time!’


‘He got lucky!’


‘That damn referee!’’


Winners don’t make excuses.


CHAMPIONS don’t fail. And that’s why you’re not a champion.


Here’s the thing – I wasn’t even ‘at my best’ when I did what NOBODY could pull off and demolished HBB in two FPV’s in a row and DEMOLISHED Cameron in a triple threat. I wasn’t ‘at my best’ when I went undefeated since November of 2014. I don’t need to be at my best to beat you or be at my best to beat anybody in this company, I call you a bum because you ARE a bum. You don’t need to worry about me ‘being at my best’ because me in second gear is STILL better than you, STILL more complete than you and STILL a better ‘wrestler’ than you. It’s YOU who needs to be at his best if you want to even have a chance at surviving against me. But don’t worry, win or lose, I’m sure you and Lioncross can share your fond ol’ memories of CWF when you actually were good enough to be a world champion and you can boast all you like about beating nobodies like Jason Cage and Clark Duncan! I’m not just the ‘man’ Carlos…
 

I’m the Greatest of All Time.