Well, well, well. The King of Elite tournament has come and gone and when it was all said and done, I was proven right at the end of the day. Something that’s not too surprising if you sat back and noticed the pattern present in all of my matches since coming over to Dynasty. I was right about my assumptions throughout the entirety of the tournament. Look at the list: Pizza Boy, Drastik, and now finally, with the dust having settled I can add on Lucian Black. Let’s rewind to almost three weeks ago when the finals of the Dynasty bracket were set in stone. When the media came by for my thoughts on the upcoming match, I called how it was going to go down. Even in loss -- even though I didn’t make it to the triple threat myself…..I had still managed to telegraph what would become of Lucian: He would choke and lose the tournament the same way he has lost everything else thrown his way. He wasn’t ready for the big time, he never will be in fact, I don’t know how that result surprised anyone. I know that all of you “Dy-Hards” out there, the people who can do nothing but play follow the leader, wish that their champion could finally win the big one so they can live vicariously through him and say heroes exist but the truth is that your favorite is not a hero ; he is human. He isn’t powerful, your cheers won’t power him up, he’s not anything special ; he is average and average doesn’t get you anything in the place that is meant to be the premiere wrestling promotion. He has been handed opportunity after opportunity, practically on a silver platter and lost all of them! The fact I am the only one to recognize that instead of lobbying to get him another chance is astonishing but hey, look who got the last laugh. I was right and not only was I right, I was the stand out of the tournament, I was the only one in that bracket who could have delivered and now that the event is over, you all have no choice but to open up your eyes to that. I don’t blow out hot air, I hand out facts and here is another one I’m about to bless you all with:

That KOE event, that one, single show, will be the first and ONLY one of 2016 where I’m not in a Dynasty promoted main event! I mean it, what I said on the go home show wasn’t a moment of frustration, it wasn’t a quick decision, it was projections from a man who puts thought into everything he does, who has the experience, a person with a proven success rate -- one he will not let be besmirched. I’m coming after the main event ; I’m coming after you and your gold Brian Daniels, I know you might not have heard my warning since you were so busy handling The Heart Break Boy but I’ll make sure you hear it starting this week when I beat my opponent and then whoever else’s ass I have to kick to get to you.

Then again, I’m not one to not get the job done on the first try usually. Once I crack the skull of my opponent this week, my message should be loud and clear to you. Hmm. Cracking open my opponent’s skull won’t be too difficult anyway, based on the words he had for me it sounds like it is pretty hollow. Heh, who am I kidding, that insult might have been a bit too subtle for a guy like him.

Rhaegar, since a brute like you always wants to have instant gratification, allow me to give you what you want right away: a response from me. I saw your comments on me and I can’t bother beating around the bush anymore: Let me ask you something. Did you research me at all or did you just spew out crap at my screen to see if any of it would stick to me? Now, I know it is the latter but I’m going to entertain myself for a second, if only because  I was hoping for at least a brief moment, that I could think of you as anything close to competent instead of the mindless lug that stood there before me in that video. You try to act as if you’re this cultured, intelligent prize fighter but behind all of those desperate displays of elegance and articulation are the claims of an uninformed moron. Not only uninformed, but untalented. You sound like you know what you are doing, and you come off as threatening, but that is only to those who have yet to see you in action. It’s hard to respect, or even take you serious when you have spent the past six months looking up at the lights. It’s even worse when I have to face you, knowing I’m out of your league when it comes to ability and I have to listen to you pulling stuff out of your ass. Drop the act, use your mind for once and be real Rhaegar, you aren’t winning this match no matter what. I’m a bigger monster than you’ll ever be, I am something of legend, I’d even say what I do is scarier than any of the greek tales told to you when you were a kid. There was probably piss running down your leg the whole time you spoke. There was fear clouding every thought you had and do you want to know how I know that? You were stupefied the entire time you talked. You had nothing valid to say, usually we hear how you’re going to destroy a guy and listen to you talking all of this trash but this time, it was different. The only way you were able to knock me was by using my name for Godsake, and even then you got everything wrong!

I know your brother is a nutjob and you yourself was raised on the mythical comic book world that is greek mythology, but you see, normal people don’t base their lives on that. I don’t believe in gods or witches or warlocks, I don’t believe in any magic period. The title of “The Ice-Man” has nothing to do with freezing people or any of that nonsense. No idea where you got that from or how you found that joke funny if it were meant to be some ridiculous try at humiliating me but in either case, I’ll use this as a way to educate you. Do you even know what the term means or how I got it? The Ice-man is given to someone with a reputation ; one for being a cold hearted son of a bitch. A killer with no emotion as he does his misdeeds, someone who stops at nothing to finish a target once it has been assigned to him. He is like an assassin, he is someone you want to avoid at all costs. There are a lot of mobsters, murderers and other highly despised criminals out there who have been awarded that title but I am the only wrestler to get the name and do you want to know I earned it?  Every opponent person I had faced was not only an opponent or the “loser” of the match, what they really were were victims. Bodies left in a way likened to something out of a crime scene. That’s threatening. That’s what you want to be. And THAT’S the point that completely flew over your head! You don’t think or size up your opponents, you just talk to feel like a big man. All you truly know is the desire to crush your opponents, a desire you haven’t bothered to strategize about before going for it.

You having the audacity to question how serious I take this sport makes me want to laugh more than it incites anger. I do want to beat you senseless, don’t get me wrong, but in this moment I will admit that I am amused. Tell me, what have YOU done that shows the seriousness you have for this sport? The only reason you’re here is because of an overfed ego you got from being the best in a village of low rank fighters.

I bet that will hit a nerve, but it will also do just as well in catching you off guard. I do something you don’t: I look into my competition. I know your past, I know that you have no training or any real past accolades. You wrestled around in mud for half of your life, that’s all you’ve done. You have about as much credibility as a pig on a farm. Just like those pigs you will do nothing in your time on this earth….all you are worth is the good your dead carcass will do for whoever put you to rest. Unlike the pig, we won’t be seeing you in the freezers of a grocery store though, we’ll be seeing you lying bloody in the ring, a graphic image to provide every top guy on Dynasty a good idea of what is to come. This isn’t greco-roman wrestling, we aren’t a bunch of high school amateurs or villagers who still live in the stone age. This is professional wrestling and you’re going to be face to face with the best worker in that field! You're no fighter, you're flat out pathetic and it looks like you’re extending your failures into month number seven. On the bright side, who knows, this time around you may finally finish counting all the lights.

Any way you look at it: The Ice-Man is getting his kill.

Just like that, the rabbit has been successfully baited out of its hole— and she's NOT in a good mood.

I've never considered myself to be an observative person, quite frankly I'm more of a "take action at first sight" type of guy; which would explain why yours truly isn't necessarily on the best of terms with most ladies. Howbeit, I don't need to be that observant to realize that I may or may not have struck a couple of loose nerves in our current New Breed champion. Hell, from the looks of how fuming he was when he recently creeped out of the shadows to rant, I think EVERYONE struck a nerve in Duncan in some shape or form. I know exactly why though, yet I still can't wrap my head around it; Clark is upset that the majority of fans and peers alike see his little concussion for what it really is, an excuse. Granted, it's one of his finest schemes to date. After all, the fake injury was convincing enough, to the higher-ups at least, to have our King of Elite bout scrapped off the card. Thankfully, the fuse for such lie was eventually put out upon further examination. What's ironic about this however, is the fact that said examination was conducted by none other than one of Clark's own contacts up in the office in Ashten Cross. Now, not only does Cross have Clark working a double shift this weekend on both Voltage and Showdown BUT one of them two appearances will be in the match that the latter has been trying his utmost best to avoid having. It's finally set in stone ladies and gentlemen; Ramsay versus Duncan is indeed happening Sunday night. I'm not going to lie, I'm very excited. 'Which makes me fail to understand why Duncan doesn't seem to share the same sentiment. Instead, he was content with reciting what transpired between the both of us two weeks ago on Voltage. From his perspective mind you; which basically means he was just spewing shit that never actually happened but since it supports his stance then why the fuck not replace it with the actual thing? The fact remains though that if it hadn't been for the small step forward that Duncan took while I was setting Kraven King for the Faithful '89, I wouldn't react by channeling my focus upon making Clark regret that decision. Simply put, you chose a bad day to play mind chess with me pal. Besides, we're talking about this as if I DDT'd your head through a cement block, when it was just me pushing King into you with every bit of power that I can muster up. It's not even that bad! People in this company were thrown off trons, suplexed into piles of thumbtacks and driven face first into TABLES MADE OF FUCKIN' GLASS. People like Mr. DEDEDE, Brian Daniels, Jaywalker and so on. Oh, and guess what? They're still breathing. They're still showing up at the same shows and Free-Per-Views that you and I attend and they're still able to go toe-to-toe with the youngest and best of them. To put matters into perspective; if any of those guys were to take your route of getting a week off everytime they think they got a concussion of some sort, they wouldn't be wrestling at all. That's the difference between you and them Clark. That's the thin, career shaking line that seperates you from others of your generation of Elitists who actually have more than a New Breed title reign and a couple of untelevised matches on Pain For Pride to their names. Simply put, your metal is easily scratched. You don't possess the willingness to carry on the fight regardless of how fatale the bruises flawing your body seem to be. And how could you be? You're bred and molded by a corporate system FOR a corporate system. 

Face it, Duncan; your rightful place is behind the desk, tending to some paperwork and praying that the next ass you're going to kiss finally gives you that promotion your family is so desperately in need of. That's just the reality of where your career is at right now, but deep down, you already know that. But aye, by all means, keep on the act that says otherwise. You wanna' vow causing me a concussion as a token of a favor returned? Go for it. PLEASE, I'm BEGGING YOU! GIVE ME THAT CONCUSSION BACK TENFOLD IF YOU ARE HALF THE SERIOUS MAN YOU PORTRAY YOURSELF TO BE BEHIND THOSE LITTLE THREATS! I WANT YOU TO GRAB A STEEL CHAIR AND BASH MY SKULL WITH IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL THE GUSHING OF BLOOD CEASES AND HOLES BEGIN SPANNING MY HEAD! I WANT YOU TO GROW ENOUGH HATRED FOR MY EXISTENCE THAT YOU'LL GO OUT THERE THIS SUNDAY NOT TO DEFEND YOUR TITLE BUT TO BEAT THE LIFE OUT OF ME! THAT'S THE SOLE GAMEPLAN THAT WILL GRANT YOU AN ACTUAL SHOT AT BEATING ME; KILL ME. Or not. Or you can let the overwhelming pussy side of Clark Duncan take the wheel and cower away from doing what is necessary to pin yours truly's shoulders for a clean three count. You wouldn't be the first though, most men choose not to risk probable jail time for murdering me— especially in a wrestling ring for a title belt. It's apparently the most orthodox thing to do, all things considered. I guess that's why I don't comply to it that much. Perceive this however you, but I personally wouldn't mind reaping a soul inside the squared circle with my bare hands. Just like I don't mind my opposition thinking the same. The likes of Clark Duncan may find this disturbingly vague to comprehend, and understandably so. That kind of people have other aspects outside of the ring to consider in adapting to such mentality; family, friends, religion, beer, you name it. One way or another, they will come to grips with at least one thing that they can't lose in their miserable lives; thus, they refuse the risk. 

I, on the other hand, fortunately do not have to worry about my life interfering with what I do inside the ring BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? THE RING IS MY LIFE. MY FAMILY IS THOSE 4 TURNBUCKLES. MY FRIENDS ARE THOSE THREE PARALLEL ROPES. MY RELIGION IS THE SENSATION THAT COMES WITH PUMMELING MEN HALF OR TO THEIR DEATH. AND MY BEER, WELL, MY BEER IS THE LUCIOUS RED FLOWING PROFUSELY OUT OF THEM. So, to shorten a long story; this weekend lays witness to Clark Duncan fearing the loss of not only the title that I've been desperately craving for quite a while, but also his livelihood which I've grown a craving for ending that's just as big. This is not about leading the New Breed anymore Clark, this is about me taking my rightful spot at the top and you hoping that I don't take your last breath with it.

 
Rey Shamez… welcome to the real world. It’s been, interesting, trading verbal blows with you this week. If you can call it that. Actually, it’s rather strange. I stated some very factual information, and you took that as me being egotistical. How strange. You see a clip of me talking about recent events with my step sister, and you decide that means I’m not focused. You’re cute, but it’s not done is it? Oh, I have no motivation. You mean getting the chance to perform in front of all those fans every week, just getting the chance to call yourself a professional wrestler isn’t motivating enough? Not to mention that I told you plainly that I treat every match the same way. I fight every week like it could be my last time, because I love what I do. I would never, ever, take it for granted. And that’s why when I say we’ve traded verbal spars this week, it’s really been me saying things while you catch a case of word vomit.
 
I’m going to rehash this all for you, and make sure you understand everything you attempted to say. You’re offended that I don’t think you know anything about me. What? I’m sorry to stand here and laugh at you, but no one’s calling you an idiot. Not yet. I don’t honestly think you don’t know anything about me. To say that is ridiculous. You obviously know enough about me that you think beating me would be shocking the world. The entire world! I won’t dare say that my experience in this company is the reason I will beat you. No, that’s going to be when I out work you in the ring through pure will and determination. The fact is, experience does matter. That’s why three Vixens showed up in July, and blossomed after a few months. That’s why two of those three are champions and the other is the Empress. No, that didn’t happen in a month, or two, or even three. It took experience and we learned from our mistakes and our victories and we got better. You’ll be no different. If you think you are different, than you’re no different than my last opponent. This will be a learning experience whether you win or lose. Anything can happen in this match, literally anything. So maybe you don’t know me as well as you think or you’d like me to believe, because this is nothing different from what I’ve said in the past. But I’m sorry to tell you, experience does matter.
 
For you to believe my head isn’t in this match because I mentioned Veena is, well, really funny actually. It’s almost as if you’re saying the past doesn’t exist. Again, this comes from me talking to my step sister about my last match, but whatever. You’re clearly on to something here. I’m only thinking about last week’s match and I haven’t even given you a thought. Except for all that time I spent pointing out how I take our match just as seriously as I do that last cage match. Also, it’s strange to think I can’t acknowledge the future. Like just mentioning that two Vixens were fighting for a title shot. Well, that’s just me repeating the news that’s already out there, Rey. You’re really reaching for something here. As I told you, my attention is on you. I don’t even know who won that match I mentioned. I won’t even give that a thought until we’re done. That’s right, you heard me. I’m focusing on this match. I’ve trained this week to fight just you. Not any of the people you mentioned. No, I could care less what they’re all doing. You seem to have this little sister complex. Ar you not getting enough attention? Is that the way you’re taking this? I have no reason not to give you my full focus. I always take this one match at a time, because like I said, every match could be your last. I don’t mean to be repetitive, but you repeated yourself enough so I want to make sure that’s clear to you. So that whole reason you have the upperhand on me? That’s all a wash now. I’m not distracted at all. I’ve never been worried about the target on my back for being a champion. I don’t spend anytime looking around corners are being nervous about someone coming after me. No, I stay ready for that. I embrace that target. You’re coming at it this week, so I’ll put you down. And I don’t have to lie about anything when it comes to you. There is no clouded conscious on my end at all. If you did know anything about me, you’d see that I keep a pretty calm and collected attitude myself. Letting your emotions get the best of you is a terrible way to lose a match. This is not an advantage for you, but it’s an illusion you’ve created. You stepped into the Vixen’s division, so now you’ve got my attention. That’s why I can assure you my mind is focused and it’s in the game. What’s distracting me? Honestly? When it comes to the ring, I’m always focused on exactly what I need to be. What you’re doing is trying to build false confidence. You haven’t even said one thing about me that’s remotely correct. Yet, you keep on trying.
 
So me comparing us makes me patronizing. Ok. I tell a story about my earlier days, when I got a chance to fight against a living legend and how I approached that match the way you’re approaching ours, and that makes me egotistical. First off, I would never compare myself to Claudia. She’s a legend and a Hall of Famer and whatever, but she’s also a giant bitch. I’m not trying to follow that lead. If or when I reach the kind of level she’s at, it’s going to be on my own terms. It won’t be because I operated in the backhanded ways she has. I congratulate you, I guess, on not taking handouts from being Kendra’s cousin. I’m not sure how that honestly matters at all. I’m sure she’s proud of the mention she’s getting from you. I will say you aren’t like many of the other new Vixens, and I though I was making that clear before. There are a handful who have shown up and acted like they deserved to be in the title scene from day one. And maybe they are good enough to fight at that level, but the division is a lot more crowded now then it used to be. There weren’t all that many back when I arrived, but it’s grown, and it has flourished. People get excited for Vixens matches, and I couldn’t be happier about that. But I’m getting off track, so let me back track to what we were talking about before. I’m not comparing the match, but the mentality. We both went into matches wanting to shock the world. But you trying to turn this into something more? That’s just laughable. You’re the one trying to make this all into something it’s very obviously not.
 
I want to congratulate you on feeling like you are the only one that has motivation. This is quite a sermon you came out to preach. We’ve even already discussed this. But yes, you are confident. And yes, you are arrogant. You are way too arrogant to believe that you are the only person who is motivated to win. I’m motivated to win this match because I’m booked in it. It’s not personal or spiteful, it’s not about veteran vs. rookie or and of that dumb crap. I’m booked in a match, so I’m motivated to win. You’re right, you’ll have to beat a win out of me to get it. But you’re hardly the only one who will do whatever it takes to win this match. I haven’t the slightest idea why you would think you are. There are things I really admire about you, and things that even remind me of myself. You’re approaching this match like we’re enemies or something. That’s a straight up Haruna move right there. And you know how things have gone for her. For you to suggest in anyway that my motivation to keep getting better isn’t genuine is where you really take the cake with your arrogance. What makes you think I’m just content where I am. I sure didn’t say as much. I’m not going to stop working to get stronger, studying my opponents, working my ass off in the gym and getting better. I grew up watching amazing wrestlers of all genders and dreaming of someday being as good as they were. Now I’m here, in the best company in the world. I’m not content with just floating along on a breeze and doing what it takes to get by. I still have goals and I still have dreams. My motivations are as genuine as yours are. The difference is, you’re just getting started here. That’s it.
 
I grew up living in a farm house outside of Fort Worth, Texas, and it was just me and my dad. We spent our weekends watch EAW. My dad bought me all the magazines, too. That doesn’t make us all that different. I dreamt of someday fighting in EAW. And all the stops along the way, from the Indy’s in Texas, to the fed in Ohio and then the one down in SEC country, that was all more than worth it to get to this point. I bled, I cried, I got knocked down and I always got right back up again. I’ve been a gym rat since I was 15. I haven’t been able to step away from this ring since I stepped into it. This is where I belong. When I was a kid, this was all just a dream. Now it’s a reality. It’s all real life. I got to where I am today with hard work, heart, determination and talent. I’m living in the moment, and I’m not ready to step away from it. Actually, I still think my moment is yet to come. Where I am now, it’s just a step along a bigger, much larger path.
 
What I don’t think you understand is that I like you, Rey. I hope nothing but the best for someone who works hard like you do. You’re not entitled to your spot and you’ve worked for everything that’s ever been given to you. So don’t stop doing that. You have a dream to shock the world, and that dream will come true — eventually. But like I said before, just make sure you aren’t too shocked when I take you down on Friday night. Don’t take it personal, and don’t stop trying to be the best. I invite you to go ahead and step in the ring on Dynasty and throw your dart at this target on my back. But when your dart misses wide, pick your ass up and keep going. Because I don’t have a problem destroying your dreams.

The denigrated walls of my childhood home were sullen gray on a cloudy San Jose day. California didn't get much rainfall during the Winter, in fact, California hasn't been getting much water over the last few years which made today such an odd occurrence. It was pouring hard and The Mexican Samurai stepped into his old living room as he quickly shed off his jacket and placed it on a mantle. As he folded and shook his umbrella, a sudden warmth of nostalgia filled his heart. The EAW Universe had heard the story before, Samurai's father, Goro, had sent his son to live with his aunt after the death of his mother. This rickety shack on Story Road and King Ave. is the place where Samurai would put on his first wrestling matches which would take place in his world famous living room, and he proceeded to grapple, slam, and throw his cousins around as they pretended to portray whatever wrestler was being shown on the television screen. The poorly, painted-over pothole was a reminder of the time he sent one of his cousin's head through the wall after trying to slingshot him over the couch. Samurai also remembered just how much of an ass-whipping he got that day from his Aunt who proceeded to take off her chanclas and give her own beatdown that would have Samurai hollerin' like a baby. 

The wave of nostalgia continued as Samurai walked around the house and observed the kitchen in which tortillas, Spanish rice, and enchiladas would be served on a Monday and then Pozole on Wednesdays. Samurai had made a promise that if he was able to defeat Dark Demon at King of Elite that he would return home in order to rediscover his roots and remember how he became humble in the first place. It had happened so many times before where a person would gain a large amount of notoriety and fame from a life-altering event and then would forget about the people who originally brought them in the first-place. He had earned the respect of the people and wanted to carry on the culture of San Jose and his family to his upcoming title shot with Cameron Ella Eva. 

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I can't help but feel a little embarrassed with all the nice words and compliments that Cameron Ella Eva has given me over the last couple of days. I can tell that she thinks a little more highly of me than she really lets on and trust me, she has given me nothing but compliments over my actions in the last few months. It feels nice to be respected by someone who has been in the industry for so long but it goes a little further than that, because I'm going to tell a story that I really hadn't told anyone. I remember my senior year at San Jose State University, I was working on my BA in software engineering because I knew that it was a future in which I didn't have to support myself by getting the shit kicked out of me every night like professional wrestling does. I lived on campus with my buddies and they were huge wrestling fans who would excitedly tune in every night to watch EAW and tease the fact that I would never become as famous as the people who transcended reality on television. 
 
I had a Cameron Ella Eva poster on my wall, and could you blame me? I kinda had a crush on you because there was no other woman who could go out there and command the attention of the audience quite like you did. I remember the feuds that you had with Kendra Shamez and Heartbreak Girl and the moment at Pain For Pride VI when you finally ended Cleopatra's long reign. You won the Vixen Of The Year for three consecutive years and when that wasn't enough, you were entered into the Hall of Fame in 2012 and with that came a reign with the Hall of Fame championship. I was fool to think that it would be the end of Cameron Ella Eva because you would then become the Interwire champion by breaking boundaries and competing with the men of EAW. I would often sit in my bunk and look at all the posters that would surround my bed, I was nothing more than a trainee at the time still learning how to run the ropes. Cam's poster had always captivated me and as I stared at the eyes of your promotional pose, wild thoughts would come to my head.  

What if I ended up facing you in the ring someday? 

This was a time before the men would go on to face the women in EAW, which is a natural occurrence in 2016. The Vixens would often fight the Vixens and the Elitist would only fight the Elitist but HBG and Cam thought differently and absolutely fought tooth and nail in order to make sure that everyone was on a level playing field. I wanted to face you one day in the middle of the ring and see what one of the greatest Vixens of all time had to offer but I never thought I would actually get that request. Everything that I ranted about a couple of days ago were nothing but frustration from previous years. If you think for a second that I'm going to let negativity get in the way of a title shot opportunity then you really don't know who I am and somehow, I don't feel as though you do. 

You've had a lot to say about my career so far but I'm not going to let you narrate any more of my past even if that means you are trying to highlight my wins or downplay my losses. As nice as you have been, Cameron. I don't want a goody-two shoes rivalry with you, because I know that this match will only reverberate off the walls if you and I bring out the fight within one another. That means that you are going to have to get angry because I want to see the Cameron Ella Eva who absolutely wants to murder me in the middle of the ring because you would be an absolute dumbshit if you think that I'm not going to exploit any sort of weaknesses that I see in the ring. So take those pretty pink lips of yours and QUIT KISSING MY GODDAMN ASS! 

Not angry enough? Let me try again? I don't know how much you've tried to "suck" up to get all your titles and accolades but it doesn't impress me one bit, you might have revolutionized women's wrestling but you are no longer apart of the revolution that is taking place inside of Elite Answers Wrestling. Things are starting to change and the old guard is slowly starting to fall, the crumbs from your stale cookie quickly get swept under the rug. You parade yourself as chocolate chip but when someone takes a bite they get nothing but nasty-ass Oatmeal Raisin, and I'm here to toss you in the trashcan after the kids reject you once again. I absolutely need to see the pissed off Cameron Ella Eva who wants to rip out my testicles and hold it over her head as she lets out an Amazonian scream, but all I've seen so far is a disappointment of not only a wrestler but as a woman. This is the great Cameron Ella Eva, who has been referred with such fanfare? All I see is an average woman who is barely able to secure her title week from week, losing to occasional journeymen but somehow pulling out the win when the time matters.  

Dark Demon had a long streak going and I was able to finally stop his momentum, in fact, I made him lose his momentum so hard that Xavier Williams now has his title shot. I guess you can say that I have a knack for ending reigns or periods of triumph and those three months with Interwire championship over your shoulder has gone on for far too long. I HAVE TO BE MEAN LIKE THIS CAMERON. IT'S THE ONLY THAT YOU WILL EVER GET SERIOUS ENOUGH TO HAVE THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.  

I respect you so much, it's not even funny. I have to play the bad guy here because if you were to come into the ring and shake my hand and tell me, "Let's have a good match" I would be absolutely disappointed. As you can probably tell, I live when the stakes are at their highest and I want to show the world that I can continue to win in big moments and there is no stronger statement than winning the Interwire Championship in front of the million of fans by beating a PRIME Cameron. You can continue to have your beefs with TLA and Chuck Scene but you'll have to settle them as personal vendettas because they will not be for the Interwire Championship. Dark Demon told everyone that he was going to face Jamie O'Hara at Reasonable Doubt for the EAW Championship but he had me in front of him and look at what happened. You might have TLA and Chuck Scene chomping at the bits but to even expect that you might face them at Reasonable Doubt is a slap of the face of the very competitor that stands before you. I asked for a shot at your title after King of Elite because I knew that if I couldn't win then there would be no purpose for my hard-fought victories over O'Hara and Demon. Can you narrate my future? You can't because you are going to see a Samurai that has never been seen before. 

Even if you were to lose to me... I expect more great things out of you. You are no longer just a Vixen, you are an Elitist, a complete professional wrestler....but...as much as you have continually evolved over the last couple of years, Cam. 

I've turned into a fucking monster.

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The Abortion That Should Of Been...


Ladies and Gentleman I give you the life story of Merek Blackfyre...




Now that was a little better Merek.  Listen here EAW's favorite bastard child or whatever you like to call yourself on you're alone time me and the people who tune in to EAW every week are aware of my failures.  We only here about it every time I compete.  I don't let that haunt me though because that's old news Merek that isn't what haunts me at night.  Those failures in my career don't bother me I told everyone when I stepped my foot back in EAW I am not worried about that anymore and I was ready to lay down a new sheet of my career.  You want to know what it is that haunts me at night? People like you Merek and it's because you I fear you or anything like that.  You haunt me at night because it honestly scares me that people I've never heard of can talk such a big game and yet have so little history.  It haunts me that you think you are some type of household name like myself and can just go around saying what you want.  When I look in you're eyes I don't fear you, I don't shake in fear.  I look into you're eyes and you want to know what I see? A scared punk.  Someone so afraid they will throw blind threat after blind threat.  Someone so scared that they continue to say things they know they can't live up too.  That's because it's in you're nature to do so.  You are so afraid you act blind and ignorant towards my skill in the ring.  You are not a Mad King nope you are simply a Mad Man hell not even a man you are a child Merek.  A child who says things just to say it without realizing the consequences of everything you say. 

Merek the only reason it would take me or the fans such a long time to do history on you and find a list of you're failures is because no one knows you.  Wikipedia, Google none of that.  I even asked Siri and she couldn't even help me.  It's not that you don't have any failures because I'm pretty sure you have many.  The problem is we just can't seem to find any history on you.  Hell not even on things you accomplished can we find anything on you.  Now that probably is due the fact you've accomplished nothing.  I'm not worried about the silly luxuries in life and how you earn the money to pay for any of that bullshit.  You claim you are the best of taking you're anger out on people like me and again the lie detector determined that was a lie.  Like I said it's just something you say due to being a scared punk.   See maybe when it comes to you thinking you can beat me now that's wishful thinking.  You thinking you can become some sort of conqueror is what I call hopeful aspirations.  Are you aware of the last man who called himself a conqueror? His name was Jacob Senn and want to know when's the last time we've even heard of him? Back at the award show he like you claimed to be a conqueror and now look Merek.  Where is that man who claimed to be what you trying to be? Are you sure you want to go down that same path Merek? Are you ready not to be seen again? Let that really sink in really think about it for a second Merek...

I think that's enough time for you to realize you don't want to go down that path.  Merek you are not a conqueror you'll never be that.  You will be always that same little kids from years ago trying to catch a dream.  You are nothing but a mouse creeping into someone's home.  Hiding in fear and only showing it's face when no one is around.  Then when we finally spot it well you in this matter you run off quicker then you're parents got rid of you.  Then you finally dumb enough to walk into the trap with a slice of cheese(In this case a championship) and SPLAT! The mouse is gone.  So go ahead call me a street dog or cat whatever.  Just know those creatures are brave and smart and can adapt to any situation.  You are no dragon you are just a small lizard who can just step on or kick away and then call it a day.  Merek you are just simply standing in the way of me doing better things in my career.  Just a small, small stepping stone that's very easy to get over.  

I'm not here to care about what I am to you.  I don't care how worthless you think I am because at the end of the day I will make you respect me.  You are not worth any of my time either but you keep me some what entertained you give me something to do and say.  I don't look at you as a threat or any of that.  You will be the one on all fours breathless and confused of you're where about's after I am done with you.  I'm not one to do the blind threats so with that being said this is't a blind threat.  This is something I can guarantee no matter how much you won't admit it.  After I am done with you you'll wish I stayed on Dynasty.  You'll wish it was Greg Ward you were competing against and not me.  Hopefully on the next Showdown they actually give me someone who I know a little and someone who isn't a scared little punk but until then I have to deal with you and that's not a problem with me.  Just another easy W on my resume.  So keep sipping that wine enjoy it while you can because If I connect with that Box Office Smash that's the last time you'll be able to sip on anything.  See you Saturday.

I can see through the bullshit and there's only one thing Aiden is able to do coming into this match, and that's overdose on painkillers. I’ve done my research on you Aiden I know of your wrestling experience but it’s a sad fact that your first match on Showdown will end in defeat, this match will the cause of you retiring early. Because you’re what we call a risk taker of course you are not afraid of leaping from the top turnbuckle and do all sorts of pirouettes, if you miss, you will end up getting a sweet consolation prize, courtesy of our dear head Physician. Sorry to burst your bubble but Aiden you will be nothing but a slave to those painkiller that you keep in your mirro once I lay you out for the count. As for a Strategy, I don't believe I need one... I know my way up on the turnbuckles, and I'm not afraid to take a page from the man who defeated me in the semifinals of King of Elite Aren Matislav’s playbook and admit it, unlike some others, As I was saying, I can fly, and I don't do it because I am obsessed with substances that numb my mind... No. I do it because I love giving these people something to disbelieve in I do it because I like to psych my opponents out and I do it because for a man my size I can inflict a lot of plain, every night I'm out there. Because I have chosen to devote myself to leading mankind by example. I want people to look at me and say look at that guy walking to the ring, he’s handsome rugged and, he's better than me and I should aim my puny existence to try and follow his path. It's actually pretty simple, but people somehow haven't been able to get my message. That is why my speech this upcoming week will wow these ungrateful idiots.  The opportunity to inflict pain and punishment, on extending that hand of welcoming to my playground of pain. Arrogant people are the best playmates in my playground oh the things I would do and will do to arrogant people will make them realize they never knew such pain existed. I see the faces, I hear the whispers of those who believe you don't deserve to be in the position you are placed in at Showdown, that someone else deserves to be against Vic Vendetta, that only those who have been in the EAW  for a while deserve to be in this match against such a wrestling God and quite frankly I could care less about what those people think or say, as at the end of the day they wouldn't dare say it to your face, they wouldn't step into the ring with me, they wouldn't dare go on a trip with me to a far away place filled with pain, but Aiden you were unluckly chose by the heavens to be beaten down and I have accepted this request on the behalf of the roster.
 

I have at long last understood that it doesn't make a difference what I believe in, it is important what Aiden Deimos accepts what his visually impaired believers accept. You and I both know I could be one of your most prominent dangers to date however you wish to remains in that ring and to make yourself feel sheltered, more secure Aiden tells his parents that his debut will be simple, lend a ear to me you will be squashed like the roach that you are, he basically trusts he can beat anybody and everybody that progressions inside the ring with him, now I class that as retarded at its finest on the grounds that not everybody is the same, Vic Vendetta isn’t like the men that you have faced where ever you came from because this is no longer the indy’s in EAW I am the God that judges you and I am the God that decides your fate. Passing by his rationale I will accept I can disassemble Aiden like I have done other solid men who do not have the mind cells and trust they compensate for it in muscle and quality. I am not an imbecilic, I recognize what will happen on Showdown which is the reason you have not and won't see me stressed, in light of the fact that I realize what I can do to you and Aiden greatest oversight will be that he supposes that his debut is important, That is fine by me, in light of the fact that everybody will be uneasy come Saturday once I make a mockery out of you boy, I am not the men you faced in the indy’s , I am Vic Vendetta, I want you to understand and tell yourself that there is literally nothing you can, or will do about that yet do what I excel at, play recreations and hold up until the imperative minute his skull crushes against the canvas and he can't stand; Aiden Deimos won't survive. And it will sadden these supporters of yours.