Picture this: it's late at night and you're lost, you're alone and it's freezing, so you gather wood for a fire to try to warm yourself up. You hear your stomach growling, you're starving because you haven't had ate anything, so you take some rocks and throw them into the water because you don't know how to fish if your life depended on it. You get frustrated, so you just grab a fish with your bare hands and put it on a stick, the flames engulf the fish and you burn it to a crisp but you eat it because you might just die from starvation or so that's what you tried telling yourself as you ate the burned fish. You exaggerate how bad it tastes as you feel like you're going to throw up but you drink from the bottle of water you had to get the shitty taste out of your mouth. You're getting homesick, missing those home cooked meals and then you hear something but you don't think much of it. I don't know what's more stupid --- you using rocks to try to catch some fish or you not thinking much of what you heard. You brush it off, thinking that it's your stomach growling but what you hear isn't your stomach growling, you hear something else growling. You realize this but it's too late, you turn around and see a tiger there. You take a deep breath before the tiger tears you apart and swallows you and the fish. You had no idea you were in his woods. That's the end of the story. Much like how this match is going to end. See, I'm the tiger in the story and you, Ryan? You're the know-nothing, good-for-nothing fisherman (and the fish). Like the fisherman in the story, you have no idea you're in my woods. I don't know if you've realized it yet or not but whether you have or not, you're going to get torn apart and I'm going to swallow you, then spit you out because I can't digest all of that loose fat. That's all you are --- loose fat. You're not anything else after losing to Mr. DEDEDE, you're not the Answers World Champion, you're not anything else but loose fat and it's hanging off of your elbows, your knees, your thighs... if your parents knew how you turned out, they'd be ashamed of themselves for giving birth to you and I? I feel ashamed for them. Because if I were them? I wouldn't want anything to do with you. I wouldn't want to be a part of your life. I wouldn't want to know what you turned into. You should even be ashamed of yourself. Your parents don't want anything to do with you, they don't want to be a part of your life and they don't want to know what you turned into. I don't care if I've struck a nerve or if I've hurt your feelings, you've found yourself in this situation. You were running your mouth a few weeks ago. You were talking so much shit, you seemed so proud of yourself but are you proud of yourself right now? I don't think so. You're not proud of yourself, you couldn't do what you said you were going to do, you messed with someone that you just shouldn't mess with and I'm someone else that you shouldn't mess with. You haven't fully recovered, you're in the worst shape of your career and after this Sunday? You're going to be in even worse shape. After this Sunday, you're going to be good for nothing.

Am I being a little too harsh? Because I don't care. I kind of stopped caring a while ago and after what happened in my match against Ares Vendetta, I don't care much for your personal safety or for your best interest. Not that you care much for mine either, so the feelings there are mutual. Rather, this is me telling you that should've have messed with me. When you opened your mouth, when you ran it, when you talked so much shit? That's when you started messing with me and like I said before, I'm someone that just shouldn't mess with. You'd think you would have learned that by now after losing to Mr. DEDEDE. Like him, I'm not so forgiving and I have no reason to forgive you for everything you've said. You might beg for it, you might beg for forgiveness but you're not going to be forgiven. God might forgive you but I'm not going to. You might get on your hands and knees in front of me but that's not going to matter. You've managed to tick me off just enough, so you should be proud of yourself, real proud of yourself. Because not everyone has ticked me off as much as you have. That's saying something, huh? I don't know anyone who takes you seriously, I don't take you seriously and I don't know if you even take yourself seriously. That's why everyone thought you and Mr. DEDEDE teaming was some kind of joke. That's why everyone thought you were holding him back. That's why everyone thought you turning on him was an even bigger joke than you teaming with him. No one took you seriously, not even then. Mr. DEDEDE couldn't take you seriously in your match. You know what that speaks? That speaks volumes. That just goes to show that it was a fluke that you've even made it this far in your career and in EAW and that just goes to show that you're never going to be a World Champion. You've probably asked yourself if you'd ever be a World Champion, you've probably told yourself that you could be but I hate to tell you, Ryan, you're just never going to be a World Champion. You know what? You should just quit. Quit but not before I beat you this Sunday. Because I want you to show up, I want you to try and do what you say you're going to do, I want you to punch me as hard as you can. I want you to try to Package Piledrive me. I want you to do whatever you think you have to do. I just want you to try because that's all you're going to do, all you're going to do is try. Because you're not going to punch me as hard as you can, you're not going to Package Piledrive me and you're not going to do whatever you think you have to do. Your attempts are going to be for nothing just like your parents' attempt at raising you. Your attempts are meaningless just like your career and your attempts are useless just like you're going to be after this Sunday. I might not take you seriously but I take this match seriously just like any other match I've had or I'm going to be in. There's something you should know before heading into this match, a lesson that you have yet to be taught, a lesson that I'm going to teach you myself and that lesson? Is to be careful of what you say or do because if you're not careful, then you're going to find yourself in a situation you can't get out of. This? Is one of those situations. You should know that but then again, you know nothing.

So if you hear something? Look behind you. I'm going to be there.

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OOC Note: I was going to do a second scene, but I got sick late last night and really didn't feel like doing it, but I did get this written out, so GL.

 
 
Last week I went head-to-head with one of the newest shining stars of the Vixens division. She thought I was being patronizing throughout the week by just mentioning my experience. Rey tried to reach for things that simply weren’t there. So as I face another shiny new Vixen, I wonder if I’ll be considered patronizing once again just by mentioning things I see. So far, I don’t see Angela Salvetti as that type of person. Maybe even more so than Rey, Angela is one who is trying to attach themselves to the path that I took to get to where I’m at right now. So far she’s shown that this won’t be a path based on disrespect, but maybe more mutual respect than anything else. The truth is, we still have yet to see what weapons this girl has in her arsenal. But what she’s done so far is give me an idea of who she is. And you really can’t ask any more of a rookie Vixen. That’s a funny word though, isn’t it Angela? We both came to EAW with loads of other success in our careers, yet we have to start out as rookies? You’re hardly a rookie, even if you’re new. I’m not naïve, and you’ll know that soon enough.
 
The way you’re preparing for this match isn’t far off from the way I prepared for my own first go-round for a title when I faced Haruna one-on-one. Well, that was really a second go-round when you get down to it. But it’s true the preparation is far different when the scope can be narrowed to just one person. To me it doesn’t matter that we’ve never fought before. Everyone who makes it to this point is here because they’re among the best in the world. That’s why there aren’t 300 Vixens here, and less than 30 instead. We are the hand picked best, and if you don’t keep up and others pass by you, they are more than happy to push you to the back of the line and move on. We’re all fortunate for every day we have as a member of the best company in the world. That’s why I’ve always fought every match like it could be my last. We’re all just one match away from being done forever. There’s no reason not to give it your all. There’s not one good reason to not try and fight with more heart and determination than your opponent can possibly imagine providing in a given match. I know this title opportunity is the culmination of dreams you’ve had since before you ever came here. And I can tell you winning it is everything you’ve dreamed of. There’s a sense of accomplishment to it, that’s true. And for someone like you that has grown up around this business and witnessed the triumphs and failures, I have no doubt you think you know exactly what to expect as you enter this match.
 
Not all of us have the gift of growing up around this business. But for whatever reason, I’m stuck constantly encountering those that have, at least lately. Whether it’s Angela, Veena or Rey, these girls have known the ins and outs of this business since they were toddlers. Yet I came from a farmhouse. No, we weren’t farmers, but we were a blue-collar family. It was just two of us, and I can tell you a lot was expected of me. I had to do everything I could to make sure we could get by. And that’s why you see me the way you do today. I’m a relentless hard worker that busts her ass and works to get better. I’m a gym rat. It’s also why I do care so much about this division. Friends, enemies… frenemies… whatever. We’re all a family. And that’s why it means so much to me to make sure the Specialist title is taken seriously. That fight in me is exactly why I’m a champion. I worked my way from the very bottom to right here. From meeting with small promoter backstage and begging for a fight, to winning my first indy title. Next thing I knew, my hard work had me moving on to bigger levels. Everywhere I’ve gone, I’ve been a champion. And there are many in this company just like me. There are many just like Angela, too. Angela’s eyes were opened to EAW when she watched it later in life. My eyes were glued to it from the time I could comprehend television. It was my dad’s favorite thing to watch, and my weekends were spent watching and soaking up everything I saw before my eyes. This was always the place I knew I belonged. This was always the place I strived to be a part of. So when I got here, I refused to disappoint. And the more I got my bearings under me, the more I understood the capabilities I had to be more than just another wrestler here. The more I’m pushed, the more I accomplish. People try to pin me under a rock or push me into a corner, but I just bust out and keep going. I keep overcoming the odds they try to create.
 
When I hear that this place has been the missing puzzle piece to Angela’s happiness, I can certainly understand and connect with it. Even though I was wrestling, I knew I wouldn’t be at my happiest until I got to this point. Just as she does, I feel this place is my home. A home isn’t just a place where you like to stay, but a place where you grow and learn, mostly about yourself. It’s a place where you cultivate your skills and abilities so you can improve yourself. It’s a place that you should feel safe in. It truly is the place where you don’t feel so empty. But as Angela knows, a home in EAW isn’t always perfect and rosy. Things don’t always go as planned and you have to deal with both positive and negatives. The thing that differentiates us all is how we deal with these. I know that I have truly been able to treat each of these moments as learning experiences. That’s why I stay humble when I win, and I stay hungry at all times. Someone once told me I reminded them of a lion for this reason. If you get a chance to see a lion out in the safari, you will truly understand this. Watch them as they rest together in their herd. See them humble as they hunt, but always hungry to make sure they are fed. A lot of the girls in the EAW locker room are resigned to just being flat out bitches to each other. Because that accomplishes what again? That’s simply not the way to win, and it’s not a strength over an opponent.
 
I never once thought I would never make it out of my home in Texas. It was not a need to escape my present life there. But I wanted to accomplish more and more. I never had the feeling that Angela did. I always knew there was another place for me. I always knew I could accomplish anything if I kept reaching for more. And I wasn’t wrong. I didn’t have to take on the world to get to where I am, though, I just had to work hard. I never had anything given to me, not once. The amount of time I had to spend begging for new opportunities was only exceeded by the amount of time I spent training to get to this level. And every time I made it to a new place, they realized they should have given me a shot sooner. And then I did make it here, and that hard work has never stopped. I kept plugging away. And it went from being at the bottom of the barrel, to fighting my way to darkhorse status, exceeding that to be a contender and eventually becoming a champion. And now everyone who has faced me before, the ones that were here to see me grow into this spot, they always have the same reaction when they see their name on the card as their opponent. “Well, shit.” Because I have developed a reputation of pushing everyone to their limits, no matter the opponent. Ask anyone that’s fought me. I’ve become like the best hitter in baseball. I’m never an easy out. And I’ve become as clutch as the best player in the game. I have yet to lose a title match since I won this belt off Haruna.
 
I can’t predict what anyone else’s destiny is, but I imagine Angela has a good one ahead of her. Anyone who comes to work like she does, success comes for them eventually. But it won’t be far off from my own, I imagine. It didn’t come over night. There were times during the Empress of Elite tournament where I went right back to the video after a loss or draw. I needed to know my mistakes. I obsessed over them. I needed to learn what not to do the next time. But I found the right way to approach each and every match — both beforehand, during and after. And that’s been a big part of my run to this point. The truth is, our destinies are constantly evolving. They aren’t set in stone, especially when you make your living on stepping in the ring every day to wrestle. Anything can happen. You can lose on a whim. You can misunderstand what your true destiny is and end up lost. The reality is you’re just being redirected back on the right path to what your destiny is actually supposed to be. No, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that Angela could show up on Voltage and win herself the Specialist’s title. But the reality is that she is entering a match unlike she’s ever been a part of before. I can promise her that it won’t be easy, and I can assure her that I will be ready for anything she wants to throw at me. We will spend this week seeing who has the better moves when it comes to making jabs with out tongues. But the truth is it will come down to what we do in that ring. I know Angela believes she has the capability to kick my ass. It seems she’s coming in planning not just the upset, but a beating to take this title. She should know it will take more than just an ass beating to win this title. She better come prepared for the biggest battle of her career. If she wants to win, she needs to be ready for a war. The opportunity to defend this title means as much to me as it does to her having the chance to fight for it. She sees this as her golden ticket that she can ride to glory. I view it as her one-way ticket to a match that will end in a lot of pain, maybe for both of us, but glory for just one of us. Glory for just the one that remains champion. But even in defeat, it’s not as if there’s nothing Angela can’t take from this match. This will be an experience for her she won’t soon forget. And not because she’s leaving with the title, but because she had the chance. She might even come close, we’ll have to wait and see just what she’s capable of. But I’m a closer, and I will see to it this match comes to an end with the title staying around my waist. I remain focused on the task at hand, and focused on pushing myself even further as I continue down this path as a champion. Who said the Vixen’s division can’t have a champion holding two belts? Who says I can’t achieve the impossible down the line? A good champion focuses on what’s ahead first. And that’s why my mind is on this match against Angela.
 
Eventually, someone in this company will see it fit to judge my legacy as the Specialist’s champion. They will decide whether I was a good champ or a bad champ. But they will never be able to question the heart, will and determination that I brought to every match during my time as this companies Specialist’s champion. It’s hard for some people to understand how I can be so motivated to keep lugging away like this, match after match. They don’t understand how I can have such a genuine charge to push this title beyond what it was initially built for.  They wonder how I can be so driven. The truth is, they haven’t seen anything yet. While so many people are painting this target on my back and giving me their best shots, I keep turning them away. Somehow, I only get stronger every time I go out into that ring. I only fight harder when the intensity or the challenge gets tougher. It’s because for me this is only the beginning. I’m just getting started. Why stop when there is still so much more to accomplish? Why quit when I can single-handedly build this title into the same kind of prominence that the Vixen’s title already has? People thing it’s easy being the Specialist’s champ? Try taking on more challengers for your title than anyone else in the whole company. I will come into Voltage this Sunday and I know exactly what I’m aiming to accomplish. Angela has big dreams, and I don’t blame her for wanting to use me as a ladder to the top. But when she tries to climb me on Sunday, I won’t be a ladder ready to fall. I’ll be wall that’s not about to topple over anytime soon. I’m defending my title this Sunday, and I’m leaving New Jersey still the EAW Specialist’s champion. So give me your best shot, Angela. Because I can guarantee you will get mine.

[Drastik is shown leaning over the barricade of the loft he rented out somewhere in the Far East. He stays there in silence and looks out over the night-lit city view as he taps his fingers across the railing. He is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a dress shirt and a dress coat. His hair is pulled back behind his ears and he looks down the drop off before swallowing and preparing to speak.]
 
Drastik: The more I think about what makes this run different from my others, the more I realize that I’m not focused at all. I’ve gone from a time when I was laser-focused in everything that I did—working out, training, studying opponents, everything—to whatever you’d call this. Sure, it’s garnered some success, most notably against Mr. Russo at King of Elite, but is that really worth bragging about? I still have that bad taste in my mouth from my match with Scott Oasis, and I’ve totally repressed whatever happened last week. So here I am, with a win over Carlos under my belt in his swan song before heading off to Showdown, which barely can get broadcast regularly, and now I’ve got Evan…Stark? I’ve spent all week long trying to figure out who that was. I’ve been asking everyone from the stewardesses on my jet to the uber driver who drove me here to the guy at the front desk when I checked in, people stretching across country borders and I’ve gotten ZERO information on who this kid is.
 
Now let me say this: I don’t REALLY need to know who this guy is, but it’d make this a lot more fun. If I knew who you were, I could make fun of you. I could make subtle or not-so-subtle digs at how your career has gone so far. But instead, all I’ve got is your name: Evan Stark. What am I going to do with that? That’s not even an interesting enough name for me to tweak it a little and get whoever is watching this to chuckle to themselves like I’m some comedic genius or something. So instead, I’m supposed to go on and on saying the same medley of things that I’m supposed to say as a multi-time champion coming back and looking to reassert myself. But I’m going to skip all that because while I couldn’t find out who you are from anyone no matter who I asked or where I went, you’ll be able to find out about me easily. Ask anyone and you’ll know.
 
[Drastik smirks and spins around, heading back into his room from the balcony and pulling the curtains behind him. The camera pans from there back across the balcony and over the city before zooming in on the arena that he’ll be performing at tomorrow night and then fading to black. Solid white text flashes across the black screen for a moment before the video package closes completely.]
 

SAIL

Did you really want me to go back to the same approach I had in our last match where I endlessly mocked your beliefs and just about everything you stand for? Now why would I do that? Other than the fact that I'm not exactly in the mood for a religion vs. science debate, calling you out for worshiping some omnipotent meta-human that exists in some dimension and besides the fact that everyone already sees you as a fraud and a hypocrite as the words "need I say more" apply to you with each passing day that you show a sign of Schizophrenia, I believe that I've said what was needed on the subject and any other follow-ups would be me wasting my time attempting to introduce you to reality. And right now, as you point out so badly how much I've changed my tune, it seems that you don't even take a little time to listen yourself speak enough to realize that nothing you say is exactly baffling or exciting or even mildly interesting either. I hate getting personal during these discussions when people wouldn't let go of topics they've been spinning around for the past three times we've exchanged words where if it's coming from you I feel like I could safely cry "creepy ex", but in this case I ought to question why the hell are you so obsessed with The Mercenaries' dynamic and how I am with Y2Impact. It's a topic you wouldn't let go. It's a topic that you twist around to whatever is convenient for your understanding even though I've made my retorts and defenses. What about my queries about you and Brian Daniels and becoming nothing more than a punching bag who makes others appear strong? What about The Pizza Boy who entrusted you for guidance, yet you can't even act like a shining example to him on how things should be done in the ring while he watches up close? You have dodged and avoided my questions and points no matter how clearly I stated them, and you have no idea how much it bums me out that I can't have an actual conversation without all these mundane insults that come my way. I'm not going to relentlessly mock you for your cherrypicking tendencies. I'm just going to accept the fact that like always, you have no counterarguments to debunk everything I've thrown at you, and nothing but distractions in hopes that I'd "forget about it" as if this was 4 years ago.

But you know damn well that I'm not the same person I was 4 years ago, I haven't been. I no longer take some fans out for ice cream just to let them know that I appreciate them. I no longer wink at the fans, and say It's Okay To Stare, because I can't even stand anyone looking at me. I'm not going to be easily distracted by the nonsense, by pointless rivalries that in no way gets me to my goals, and most of all, I am not gonna let go and suddenly be okay when a partner in the Heart Break Band who reigned in terror with me left me by myself because he couldnt keep up with the physical challenge that comes with the ruthless agression that he fucking preaches to the world. I won't take lightly that somebody like that came back as a good guy backing out on everything we believed in and expect everything to be okay, until he falls again the next moment as he seeks for power. And no matter how much fun it is to brag about how you lost to me one-on-one in a match that consisted of 22 sledgehammer shots that certainly made you my bitch (smirk), I no longer get hung up on it for the only thing I am concerned with right now is going into battle and fighting my opponents the way I was trained to. I no longer am the person who listens to you no matter how many times you changed your ideals to whatever is convenient to your situation. The Pizza Boy may have had himself fooled, but you know damn well that I'm the type of person who wouldn't confuse apples and oranges, and a hypocrite like HBB is still a goddamn hypocrite. And how I wish when I look at you I see a person who I shouldn't take lightly, who could make me struggle once the bell rings, but you have become nothing to me but fallen parts of a rusty machine still trying to churn up some power. I wish I can still be angry with you by the road that you've taken becoming the shell of the man that you once were, and how much better your life is going to be when the delusions die down, but I woke up one morning and realized that I shouldn't be holding people back from marching in their own world of idiocy. They're the ones responsible for the decisions they fall victim to, and they're the ones who will roll around like a fool when they start to justify that what's wrong is actually what's right because "God said so".

So what now, are you going to pit me against your former friend Cameron Ella Ava? Is that the best you can do to make me feel threatned? Are you going to bring Cleopatra out of retirement because I said something about her that you didn't like? Well, bring it on, HBB! I mean I would love it if she came back and participated in yet another fucking tournament she can lose again as her brother did in his! I would love it if she went out of her MMA grounds where women forget to check their fashion sense and the idea of looking presentable on national TV, and instead once again become someone who desperately seeks attention and lives off the family name for the recognition among the handful of Vixens including myself who can undoubtedly eat her alive and she can claim that she was once the longest reigning Vixens Champion of the barren wasteland, and then she can avoid actual eligible competitors! You can do your best to make her name sparkle, but everyone knows that just like you, she is nothing but a fraud, she is a walking joke. You dare call me out for always standing by Y2Impact and claiming that I couldn't fight without him around and yet you simply imply that one snap of your finger and Cleopatra will make career-changing choices and come back to EAW. I appreciate the sentiment and the effort you've put to get a rise out of me, but surely I have more things to think about than the irony of your reasoning. I'd rather not count on the naysayers and all the haters who declare who is better than who, until I actually get in the ring with them. Word of advice, you might want to throw in better names if you actually want to catch me off guard, let alone scare me. Because like I've said, HBB, I am not the woman I was four years ago. I never feel the need to hide from anybody or to walk off the scene whenever I feel like it. I don't lurk in the shadows, I hide in plain sight, where I can be taken lightly and underestimated, until I decide to go for the kill and they won't know what hit them when it strikes. I fight to display my strengths. I survive to let everyone know that nothing can stop me from competing. And believe me, I am never done conquering the beasts and savages in this industry who intend to get in my way, as a matter of fact...

I'm just getting started.

DYNASTY PR0M0 #1
 
And so we’ve come full circle!
 

Once again myself and Mr. DEDEDE will cross paths in the ring, and as this match approaches, I can’t help but remember the last time we met.  If memory serves me correctly, I do believe it was when I managed to turn ALL of EAW against you, and single handedly put you out of power!  Of course I’m certain DEDEDE will argue that a similar fate has befallen me as well and about our previous title match, and while he would be correct in both regards, our situations are still very different.  First of all, I got you out of power on my first try!  How many attempts did it take, and how much stacking the deck against me did it take for everyone to get me out of the Chairman’s seat?  Also let’s not also forget how much more I did for EAW as Chairman than you EVER did!  You claim the only thing I had all of last year was power and authority?!  Power and authority are EVERYTHING in this business!  I figured a man such as yourself would be smart enough to know that at least.  Perhaps you’re right that in the eyes of many I wasn’t anything special.  But in the course of a single year I made myself the most important person on this roster!  So you can argue all you want about what I used to be, because you can’t dispute how great I’ve become!  And nothing about my rise has been a “fluke” because I did it on my own, but by having people lick my dick as they do for you!  Secondly, and this is most important of all…they never did really get me out of power!  While someone else may sit in my chair and wear my title, we all deep down that I’m still the “True Elite Chairman” of EAW.  The suits, the office, the title, it’s all just window dressing in the end.  What truly makes you the dog who runs this house is your actions!  And what was your “action” after I beat you DEDEDE?  You tucked your tail between your legs, gave up, and crawled away like a beaten redheaded step-child!  In that moment, as I watched you simply accept the pitiful fate I forced upon you, I lost any respect I had left for you!  Was this the Mr. DEDEDE that everyone regarded as the greatest in EAW history?!  Hardly!  I don’t know if it was that Chairman’s seat or something else, but somewhere along the line you lost your edge!  And ever since I took you down, you’ve been one of the most lack luster Elitists on this roster.  Mediocre matches, mediocre feuds, everything just mediocre.  I didn’t just take your seat last year DEDEDE, I took your spirit and broke it!  But why does everyone still regard you as one of the best despite this evidence to the contrary?  The answer is simple really and it also will explain my designs for Brian Daniels as well.  The answer as to why people still consider you one of the best is because…you hold gold!  You see most Elitists and audience members are simple minded to the point where they accept what they see and don’t question it further than that.  If a person has gold, when then they must be the best, and that is that!  They never question if the person deserves it, or if there is a worthier candidates, or if maybe they’re hogging the spotlight one more time.  Wrestling fans so easily forgot how when Brian Daniels first became World Champion he up and abandoned them for no reason, and these fans also forget how you’ve had more than your fair share of championships.  He who holds the gold, holds the power!  Which is exactly what I crave!  If I hold championship gold, it won’t matter that I don’t hold the official title of EAW Chairman.  I’ll have the ultimate bargaining chip in my very hand!  I’ll have a direct link to the same resources I had as Chairman and will be able to rebuild my regime like never before…bigger, stronger, and without restraint!  But that’s not until I meet Brian Daniels in the ring.  Now it’s just a flash to the past with Mr. DEDEDE.  But by beating you DEDEDE, I’ll be sending Brian a clear message.  Because what is he compared to you?  What is he compared to us?  NOTHING!  We are Gods among average, ordinary men!  Brian is just like those humans from the legends who aspire to Godhood.  Once he sees me beat the supposed supreme God of them all, perhaps he’ll realize his folly in accepting my challenge!  You’re my messenger bitch DEDEDE!  Because I look at this match-up and laugh out loud!  As far as I’m concerned, I got nothing to prove to you anymore.  You’re now in that list of “Legends” whom I’ve defeated and who are no longer relevant to me.  Dark Demon, Jaywalker, Jacob Senn, all these men once stood up against me, thinking they could prove they were better, yet all of them were forced back down!  Some of them survived, like Demon, growing bitter and angry.  Still others have fallen to never rise again, like Jacob Senn!  I see you DEDEDE and I wonder…which will you be?  Will this be your ultimate humiliation, or will it be your demise?  Either way, I’ll expose you for the false idol you truly are!  And like the Jews who worshipped the Golden Calf, those who followed you will be cast into despair once they see their God burn!  There’s a new God in EAW, and those who don’t bend their knee to him will find their world CRASHing down around them!           

EXCLUSIVE FOOTAGE AFTER DYNASTY WRESTLING ONLY ON EAW.COM

We see Azumi backstage trying to recover after her match and the beat down that came afterwards.

Azumi: I like to say that I'm always happy to pick up a win but this time I'm not happy. I’M FUCKING PISSED. Veena & Silence, you two made a mistake that you'll regret for ages. So first I get Veena at this week's Voltage and followed by a Six Vixen Tag Match. This will be fun and knowing my partners for the Battleground wanting to prove a point victory is practically assured.

All I hope is that they can get the past their other problems and focus on the match. Aria last time we were in the ring we were facing in battle. Since that match I have a lot of respect for you as a wrestler. Knowing Kennedy is going to be on commentary will be a small challenge but like your theme song, you're are a Independent Woman.

Erica, I've put my trust in you since we've started teaming together and if you know if anyone threatened you I'll be there like I know you will you'll be there for me and this team. This alliance maybe be short term but it's going to be dangerous one. Raven, Veena, Silence you three are one of road block in mine and my partners path.

People have been asking me who am I ever since I've arrived to EAW. Well ten years of experience will explain that to you. I've been to Japan, England, Australia, UAE, Europe, Canada and even the American independent scene. I dominated those place by sheer strength and intensity, That is what I am. The pound - for - pound strongest man in pro wrestling, I'm fucking Warbeard!!! EAW, I'm like Godzilla and you people are like Tokyo just waiting to get destroyed by a monster. Every move is going to problems for you and that fucking true. Just go look at the people I have destroyed. Just look at the people I have retired in my life. Just look at the carnage I’ve created in just ten years. Just hope to god that this Godzilla doesn't destroy you. And finally I want to congratulate Dustin Brasch. You won your first match, that's great but know you're the first citizen of EAW to get destroyed by Godzilla. I believe that's all I have to say know so thank you for your time and hope see you this Friday in Godzilla’s Realm better known as Dynasty Wrestling.

You speak with the kind of vitriol a man can only muster after realizing that all of your peers are surpassing you while you're incapable of doing anything about it, incapable of salvaging a down-in-the-dumps career, and incapable of tipping your cap, taking a bow, and calling it a day despite sticking around long past your expiration date. This is the same narrative you were spewing years ago, that I was "babied" to World Championship reigns, the petty, revisionist slight that none of my achievements are memorable, that the people wouldn't accept me as a champion. Your account of history is simply a delusion brought forth by your arbitrary, subjective analysis; and once I hit you with the facts, you start backtracking, talking about which career-defining moments are more deeply ingrained in the hallows of time, how I lack the mettle you claim you possess because you've ventured down the "road less traveled by" as if you're honestly trying to convince people it was a product of your design that you've been losing championship matches left and right for nearly five years. I've fought titanic battles with the same legends you've fought battles with, in fact it's ironic you dare try to say I was "babied" to championships when you're constantly given World Title opportunities on a whim against wrestlers like Xavier Williams and Brian Daniels even though you've been dominated by the likes of Dark Demon and turned your entire career into a punchline. And all the while your woeful incompetence was being broadcast on the big screen for all eyes to gaze at, I was restoring purity to EAW, I was embarking on an undertaking that would revive extreme and return EAW to its roots because I care about the nature of this business and what makes it sacred, I was dominating alongside the Heart Break Gal and walking away victorious from show-stealing matches like Pain for Pride and House of Glass with ultimately only one loss accredited to my name in seven matches. I rarely walked away unscathed from the unforgiving rigors of battle, I was kicked in my mouth with Glass Shards inside of it, I went toe-to-toe with The Savage Ryans on multiple occasions and consider myself personally responsible for Mr. DEDEDE's hiatus after Pain for Pride, but I was able to survive through all of the bloodshed and warfare because I coveted those Tag Team Championships as if they were World Titles. I never allowed myself to be taken adrift either in body or spirit by the narrative that I was "taking a backseat" because that ignorant idea couldn't be any further from the truth; if anything, I was expanding my legacy by proving beyond any shadow of doubt that I could succeed at the apex of whatever division I called home, and by broadening my horizons and treading on uncharted territory, my diversity shined and I successfully attained a level of stardom most people can never dream to reach... Without ever challenging for a World Title. 

You, on the other hand, became the laughingstock of this company in 2015, a punchline, a joke spoken of in bars by inebriated rednecks, a man whose incompetence and tragic decline made everybody forget about your groundbreaking earlier contributions to this sport because you imprinted into their minds the image of a wrestler who clearly didn't know when to toss his sneakers over the power lines and call it quits. I was begrudgingly respected by even those who dislike me, and you were pitied. I know you'll insist God's favor is all you're concerned with, that your peers and surroundings are irrelevant to you, but you let slivers of the personality that attracted so much fanfare shine through when you passively spoke about your preference for moments over "half-effort title reigns" -- like I simply must have imagined being the first man inside barbaric Elimination Chamber matches and the last one out, like it didn't take four people including an assist from Mr. DEDEDE to end my second Answers World Championship reign, as if I haven't been a worthy fighting champion regardless of the title I possess and no matter how adverse the circumstance I find myself in. You're allowed to besmirch my name only because of your legacy, past accomplishments, and experience in the business; if you were some run-of-the-mill greenhorn who just stepped through that door in the past two years, your entire career would be an afterthought and nobody would respect you. It fills me with elation knowing how easily I can crawl under your skin and tear at you like an incurable flesh-eating disease on nothing but a whim, and this Friday on Dynasty, you'll be forced to live with the shock and shame of challenging and losing to two fighters who are superior to you. Live with the heartache and keep the shame bottled up inside of you. Silently. Know that I am a martyr to a God, but not the one you blindly worship; his name is "Dream," and I follow mine every single day.

If there's anything that sickens me more than your delusional account of history, it's your self-righteous "enlightened perspective." For years I have been referred to as an egotist, someone who perceives himself above his peers in every respect regardless of the situation, but even though the timeless moments I've created and the title reigns I've carved in stone have far eclipsed your body of work despite your vehement refusal to acknowledge it, I'm glad to reward you in a category where you've proven deserving -- your holier-than-thou attitude. It's impressive that you so frequently speak about educating people and helping them embrace God, yet you blur these lines without second-guessing yourself to insist your understanding of the Earth and the universe is somehow more profound than the general populace's strictly because of your faith; like your creator, you must have spoke it into existence! I'll spare myself asking you an explanation to shed some light on these conundrums and use my infinite wisdom to form a theory of my own. There are no self-made men in the universe because God is our creator, and our fortunes come as a result of His blessings! Whether you're drinking mud water in a third world country or born into a rich family's affluence, that's all His plan, His will! Indulge yourself and sip on that Kool-Aid all you like if you find that hilariously unrealistic version of reality more comforting, but I'd much rather subscribe to the truth than be blissfully oblivious. That's why I consider myself a self-made man, because I rose to prominence from humble beginnings and attribute all of my success to work ethic, to diligence, to striving and refusing to settle down and remain complacent. Some people are fortunate to have superior genetics, to have the otherworldly athleticism that allows them to compete in professional sports and do a job they're passionate about that doesn't require critical thinking while reeling in exorbitant paychecks. Others aren't so fortunate. The harsh reality every rational man sooner or later accepts is that life simply isn't fair, trudging through the mud sometimes feels like quicksand threatening to swallow and suffocate you in its depths, and the only way people can separate themselves from their peers when facing those trials is distancing themselves by refusing to quit. The Heart Break Gal and I might bend, but without a doubt in our minds Stand and Deliver will reach their breaking point long before the idea of submitting has ever entered our brains; and when they encounter that standstill, we'll hammer the nail in the coffin, crush them, and bury their corpses.

"What the hell is going on with management?" Why are you blaming your career mistakes on Voltage executives? You are responsible in life for your own decisions and actions. If you wanted a match so bad and saw you weren't on the card you should have talked to Ashten Cross and asked for a match yourself, plain and simple. Sometimes in this business you have to play the selfish card one way or another no matter what walks of life you come from because that's how you make it here or on any promotion in professional wrestling. You call The Nas a talent less dog shit wrestler? You call me a nobody? If you haven't been living under a rock your whole career here at the land of the elite and watch past Elite Answers Wrestling events you would realize The Nas is no doubt in everyone's mind a fan favorite and a future hall of famer. You are a pure better wrestler then Nas is? What have you done in your career here at the land of elite besides being called "The Master of the Suplex?" I find it very funny you are under estimating my ability of potential here at EAW. You do realize I just made one of the best wrestlers on the roster tap out on my first night on Voltage? You need to wake up my friend because The Wrestling Machine is ready to do the same to you this coming Sunday night. You're damn right I was a NCAA Champion at the Ohio State University and very proud of it to this day, I probably have more wrestling knowledge then you do and you have been in the business way longer than I have. You have been here at the land of the elite for over a year now and you are acting like a little baby so wake up and breath in some fresh air because a hospital bill is coming your way if you don't change that attitude of yours.

Now 'Almighty Tyson' you just joined the EAW roster and feel you should be considered a legend in this business? I don't think so my friend, you got to prove yourself from the bottom of the food chain like everyone else. I would start getting wins under my belt before bragging about being a legend in this business. But this past Sunday maybe have been the biggest nights of my life by defeating you The Nas but it will even a bigger honor being your tag team partner compared to an opponent. Whatever happened in the ring last week happened and we move on including that special moment that we shared that should just be kept between us...Anyway Nas I hope you have your 'A' game like I will have mine because that Machine is ready to burst into flames and make everyone tap out to the deadliest submission move in professional wrestling today.

 
Destiny is a funny word, but sometimes you can really feel it. There are times when you know destiny is real, and you embrace it. There are other times when you think you’ve found your destiny, only to be redirected to a different path. When I arrived in EAW, things weren’t all that great for the Vixens. The division needed a breath of life. I truly believe that came in the form of the few Vixens who came in together over the summer. We were the ones that revolutionized this place. Aria Jaxon defied the odds and become the Empress of Elite. Eris LeCava became the Vixens champion after just a few months on the roster. And me, well, mine was a little more complicated.
 
I thought my destiny was to save the so-called middle class of wrestling. I was directed to a group called the Iconomy that enlisted my services like a hired assassin. There were three men already fighting for the mid-card and low-card wrestlers the believed deserved the better opportunities that were repeatedly given to the same people. So they brought me in, a mercenary of sorts, to help tear down walls alongside them. They sought out a female to help lead the charge in the Vixens division. After a short time, it became clear that our paths would be different. What started as a revolution, turned into twisted beliefs that frankly made no sense. They were trying to turn people into mindless drones that would follow them through a brick wall. They hardly had the persuasion to accomplish anything of that nature. So I rebelled, tried to push back against the awful ideas their leader attempted to establish. He tried to make me look weak, but it backfired. I rose above him like a phoenix, and as the Iconomy started to fade, people saw me as the strong one. I was the smart one that had the gall to stand up for what I believed in. My one-woman rebellion was a success. And I wasted little time moving on the greener pastures.
 
When I look back at my path here, sometimes I have to laugh. I thought I was going to sweep through the Empress of Elite tournament, even when I was paired up in a so-called group of death. A group that, mind you, didn’t even include the Vixens champion Tarah Nova. I was humbled early, but I never backed down. I didn’t win the tournament. Not even close. But during that time the whispers started. People started mentioning my name and Vixens contenders in the same sentence. It was apparent that I was starting to build momentum, even through losses. My affiliation with the Iconomy at that time caused me to get booked in matches against the great and powerful Hexa-gun. Going head to head against two of the biggest names in this business — in the world even — I righted my mistakes in just a match and became an absolute force to be reckoned with. There were many people who weren’t ready to see that kind of performance from me, while others weren’t surprised. That’s when a new Vixens prize arose. The EAW officials announced the controversial addition of the Specialist Championship. From the moment I heard about it, I believed I was destined to become the Specialist champion. There’s a reason why I was one of the most popular picks to win it going into the Specialist scramble. But I failed there, too. I learned another valuable lesson. Many wouldn’t consider my performance there a failure, but I didn’t show up looking for moral victories in that match. I watched Haruna walk out of there and I knew what my new destiny was. I knew the step on my path. I was going to become the No. 1 contender for that title and I was going to beat it right out of Haruna Sakazaki’s hands.
 
In her short time as the champion, Haruna focused on so many underhanded tactics that might’ve been the early beginnings of the Haruna we all see today. She attacked a relationship between us, blamed me for her failings and shortcomings. The moment a champion starts blaming you for being their downfall, you know you have them caught. Maybe her biggest mistake that week were the blatant lies. The biggest lie of all? She had the balls to claim she found a celebration party planned for me by the EAW after the Specialist scramble. I called her out on her horseshit, but she never backed down. When we met in the ring, I stared deep into her eyes and I knew I had her. In the week leading up to that match, she was reminded of all her sins. She was reminded of why I was the superior player in the match. And at the end of the day, it was me taking home the title. When I held the title in my hands, I didn’t suffer from the same gold-induced lust and greed that Haruna and other champions have had. I looked at that and the next step of my destiny became crystal clear. As if I could look into the future by seeing my shining reflection in that belt, I knew I was meant to give this title a legacy. When you have a championship with rules like this one, the holder can change at a moments notice. This belt was designed to have added intrigue. But when Haruna lost it so quickly, it started to become overlooked. That’s when the mocking really began. This title needed a champion who would defend it better than she did. And that’s exactly what I’ve done. Ask anyone who’s stepped into the ring to challenge me for it. It’s bound to be a brutal experience you won’t soon forget. It’s going to be frustrating. At times you will question if your opponent is human. Because to beat me for this title it’s going to take more than just a perfect night. It will taking beating me until I can’t get back up. As long as I’m conscious, I’ll keep getting up and keep answering ever shot you dish with an even bigger one.
 
And through this all, I’ve remained the same levelheaded wrestler. I remain genuine in my motivations to become an even better champion. I remain motivated to make sure this title is understood as more than just second place. I’m not going to stop taking on challengers of all shapes and sizes and experience. I don’t care if you’ve been here for weeks or years. And when that challenger steps in the ring with me, I’ll take them for the ride of a lifetime. This week that challenger is Angela Salvetti and while she trends on that new side of girls still cutting their teeth among the EAW ranks, she should know what to expect when she comes to Voltage this Sunday. It’s going to be everything I’ve just detailed. It will be rough and she will face an opponent who is downright relentless. Angela will come expecting to shock the world like so many are saying these days. But what I plan on delivering is a performance she’ll never forget. I will leave Voltage STILL the EAW Specialists champion, and then it will be on to the next one.

Looking back at our first match against the Mercenaries, there was only little Y2Impact had to say because of course, there was nothing worth to it until he's babied towards another World Championship. But now I can see where Heart Break Gal gets her undeniable talented dictionary of insults to throw at her opponents with no true justification surround it. And I can also see where she got the hindrance in the speck of her own eyes from. Y2Impact talks about going on hiatus, on-and-off unsure of retirement, even ignorant of the fact that I don't care about anything that deals with Project E.G.O which I have stated so much. Then again, it would be best for Y2Impact to fall back on this because surely our Quintessential Champion has been on majority of the losing side against the so-called Ray Allen or Dennis Rodman of the group. So what does that make him out to be? In fact, I was never comparing neither I or him to LeBron James or Kobe Bryant. I was using them as an example to shed some light on situations such as numbers having nothing to devour of pure talent.  But if you wish to be compared to football or basketball players, Y2Impact then so be it, I'm honestly not surprised with you co-signing another man's success instead of residing your own. I never intended to speak much about the past. I was only handing out the personal experience that I've encountered dealing with a self-motivated Y2Impact that he chose for me to explain. From what I've heard from him so far, I never have or will ever miss the mark on anything dealing with Y2Impact. Just as he may assume that he knows me more than anybody to the point he can break me out of a false character, I can assume in every detail how Y2Impact on more than several occasions sat in the back row while guys like myself consistently remained on top.

I guess things never humble certain folks but once you have moved on and forgot about these things by coming back stronger than ever, maybe then you can downplay on what you once was. I was once a very ego-minded man that wanted to prove not only to Y2Impact but the rest of the EAW roster that I was better than them. I wanted to prove that I had more creativity, and just because I've dominated this entire industry as a whole, it justified me as the top competitor in EAW history. I was wrong and I've never said that Y2Impact doesn't deserve to be ahead of me in EAW history. I've only implemented his success, not meaning he's my superior or worthy enough for me to bow down on my knees to. The only man that I bow down to is that God that he and his girlfriend keep talking about while continuously missing the mark. There's already rage brought out in every single match that I've had. I don't need to hide or rest assure my own words because that would only mean I'm a fake, which I'm definitely not. You can jot down every single insult in the book of history of the Heart Break Boy. Heck, I've seen almost every insult from Dark Demon's mouth around the EAW Universe and that still didn't boil anything. In fact, I've actually seen people vouch for my retirement being too late and yet, I'm still here creating something much worth than what you seek. I'd rather take the millionth memorable moments than the millionth half-effort title reigns. That's just me and how it's meant to be.

Honestly, if we were to trade careers, you wouldn't be able to handle my shoes, Y2Impact. If you were put in the same positions, trials and other circumstances, you might have wavered then quit judging off the fact of your own temper tantrums even while you're holding a world title. Not only that, when your name is already great, you still refuse to stay level-headed. It was one of the deals that led us to a fantastic Dynasty epidemic. For once you were in my shoes after that match. You most likely felt the emptiness of working hard, doing everything that you could do imaginably, even outside of that ring to end up winless. However, you still created something memorable. I know how deep inside how you felt that you needed that win because there would have never been a reason to fight that hard. And because of that, I doubt you would be able to handle these shoes without your name being written on paper constantly as champion. I don't resent you for anything you've accomplished. Don't get me wrong, you have earned some in my eyes but not them all. You're exactly what you have called yourself as a rich-man who laughs down on people that he "thinks" are below him but are actually going way higher than what he expects. I say this because no one is this world is "self-made." If you were indeed "self-made," then you might as well call yourself a god much like Mr. DEDEDE does. It's an obvious delusion to believe you're self-made or God. If you were indeed these things, you shouldn't need to fight hard for your battles, you shouldn't need to be questioned of your abilities, more likely, you probably wouldn't need to stand in front of an audience every single week, bleeding and tearing your own blood tissues apart. Well I'm different from your sponsored accusations. I'm not self-made or God but I am God-made. And since I am God-made, I can't deny the truth of anything. And the truth is that the Prodigal Son has made more in this company than you as your very own name states.

I'm not the type to brag on groups and who I have recruited to help me rise in powers or such things. I'll leave that to those who need help. Much like the Heart Break Gal, who needs every bit of help. Maybe I have misinterpreted her comments about standing behind Y2Impact at all times to remain in strength. Maybe I have, but that doesn't change my stance at all. So since my stance doesn't change, I haven't missed the point at all and that was the reason why I only responded to those few remarks. Why would I spend my time talking to someone who hides behind another competitor? Also judging by the change of course in your tone from our first encounter, you've seem to be holding back a bit. Has it come to a fact that you now realize you're stepping in the endzone with giants? You remind me of a crazy bride that beats and manipulates her husband to fight the man that ruined her wedding. You're nothing but a shred of hope without him. I have no time to deal with your same tired excuses of calling the team of Stand & Deliver, "weak," or how you're so much better than us. Quite frankly, if you were to be put in the ring with both of us, you probably call all of your boyfriends down to help you. Because if you can barely beat me with a blindfold, how can you dare defeat two men that just beat you on Showdown? I have never seen a female armor-bearer before but I may need to hire one of those to shut you down, HBG. I probably could get my sister out of retirement because she meets the qualifications. Not only that, she knows how to beat the ItsOkayToStare Heart Break Gal! You know? The one who always used to have the paparazzi follow her every single day? Ironic how she follows the flesh of men now? But capture this moment for your own tell, HBG. You always have and always will be under one of my very own dear friends and greatest Vixen of all time -- Cameron Ella Ava. I'm saying this because you're holding yourself back while she has exceeded onto newer heights which makes me look at someone like you as a limiter, not an achiever. So continue to strive off your boyfriend. I'll continue to state it many times while you keep failing to comprehend what I'm saying. See you Friday Night.

You're going down mercenary!