You're losing yourselves the war before you even have the chance to prove your worth. Arrogance is bliss - or well,  that's how the saying goes. I said it a few days ago, there isn't one man that doesn't think that there's the slightest chance that they're not walking out of Rising Tide without that prestigious opportunity in their possession. They're more than willing to stand in front of the world and profess their worth, but what happens if their forced to taste the failure that they believe they're going to avoid?  Since making my debut at the expense of James Seymour a few weeks ago not one man has been able to lay a finger on me. Kevin Hunter stands in front of the world and attempts to save face; trying to show that he still has some form of claim to the chance he's being given, but I refuse to believe that the seeds of doubt aren't in his mind after the loss he was forced to withstand at my hand. It's not in the words that Kevin Hunter says that proves my point. They say that the look in the eyes of a man tells the entire story of what's running through his mind. It's not a confident man that sits behind that table with his circlejerk; instead it's a man that understands what stands before him in a few days. But rather than continuing to beat around the bush, I'll get to a man that I've honestly been watching for a while now. It's surprising to see a man that's been in a company for as long as you have to still find himself in the position that you are. You're so quick to attempt to find the flaws in the men that stand around you that you ignore your own. I know, it sounds rather cliche, but I believe that your history proves my point completely, Mr Michaels. For a man that's holds the tenure in this company that you do, what exactly have you done throughout the last few months? Nothing comes to mind, does it? Nothing actually separates you from the rest of the competition - you're just nothing more than a man that hasn't been able to pull himself off the bottom of the barrel while the people that one stood in that position with you months ago are beginning to grasp onto the success that you believe should be yours. In reality, out of the entirety of the competition that will stand in Hell's Warpath, you're the man that needs to win more than anyone else. 

What changes from this chance to all the others, Mark? Is there actually anything different to the man that we see now compared to the one we've watched for the past few months. Not a question that either of us can answer now, but it is certainly a question I already know the answer to. [size=31]I'm not going to stand here and feed you false prophecies of success, because I've said it before. When it comes to something like Hell's Warpath you have no idea about what you're actually going to be forced to withstand. Sure, if everything goes to plan, after the weekend I'll stand here with the chance to challenge for the New Breed Championship and if not, I'll stand up and dust myself off. You see, I've asked it twice now and I still haven't been given an answer. What separates you from every other man in this match? Arrogance, bravado and confidence only gets people so far before ultimately bringing their untimely downfall. I've proven more in two weeks than a man like Mark Michaels has in 6 months. I'm not a nice guy; I'm willing to make another man shed his own blood - I'm willing to stab my own blood in the back if it means I'm going to grasp onto the success that my heart craves. I don't say that you're going to have to kill me if you want to walk out with the opportunity that we're all fighting to have to intimidate anyone, I say it because it's the mindset that I'm walking into Rising Tide with. As long as I have the ability to move, I'm going to continue to fight and I'm going to continue to fight until I have nothing left standing in my way. I wish that I had a clever way to ends this, but I do not. So, from the bottom of my heart, good luck - I hope that you give me a grander fight than I'm expecting, gentlemen.[/size]

Let us dispel once and for all with this fiction that EAW corporate doesn’t know what it’s doing…..

Just another day where corporations, government and big money plays puppeteer with the lives of others, and thus people become industry shills.

Hand over your guns.

Limit your free speech.

Let big brother watch over you.

Zack Crash was LITERALLY a dictator who disarmed the populace by getting rid of extreme, just so he could more easily have his way with deciding the fate of everyone in EAW whenever he'd send in Quality Control or abuse anyone he saw fit. Everyone, including Hexa-gun, fought so hard to give Zack hell, and now that he's overthrown you'll really turn around and act like you don't know why the EAW board refuses to allow us to be extreme once again? Here's a hint, they might just like the same thing Crash did. EAW use to have an atmosphere of warriors, if not scoundrels and thieves too, to the point the people in charge were careful not to push people too far, or agitate the populace that would rebel against them if they tried any funny business. It would be a rare sight to see a champion being threatened to be fired a year ago when I got my contract, let alone the years I spent behind the scenes slaving setting up rings and catering to men and women who would become legends, now it's some common occurrence where power slaps people upside their heads and those people whimper and serve their masters. The games so twisted, Jacob Senn and Lucian Black are the ones who got the company back for EAW management, and yet Lucian Black isn’t any better off in EAW than he was 2 years ago and Jacob Senn got put in a glass crypt for their reward, while the EAW board thrives on those two men’s hard work.

Let us dispel once and for all with this fiction that Ashten Cross doesn’t know he’s doing…..

You got Cross taking his dick out on Carson Ramsay and Clark Duncan, and they be on Voltage basically like "we're so happy not to be fired sir, the twitching of your shaft really does well to stimulate our throats, sir!" "We're pretty sure you'd fire us if we don't answer to your every whim, but Hexa-gun is the menace" "Hexa-gun doesn't care about us, but this guy who threatens to leave us without a job, probably okay with us living on the streets and not feeding our family or loved ones, he totally must care about us." "Yeah let's form a team of people who hate each other, just to appease a dude who threatens us, so that we can block a group that has had little to no interaction with us at all!"

Because Hexa-gun is the big bad wolf, they're participating in wrongthink, they aren't handing over their rights whenever they're told to by the ruling class. They want EAW to be a free society.

But here’s the thing about freedom and why it's consistently been able to not only be taken away, but GIVEN away in history across the globe, people give into fear. Even the NRA, when the Black Panthers exercised their rights to carry arms, turned on the constitution. When you're afraid, when you aren't confident in your own abilities and your chance at surviving in the open wild, you'll gladly put on chains if it means everyone else will too, even if such is not their choice. You damn dirty cowards.

But even in these chains, you can't stop us.

Even in these chains, Drake & Jones styles on each and every other team in this company with an energy and attitude people rarely get away with having today. When’s the last time people hitting anime and video moves wore gold in this company like us? When was the last time, aside from me as NE Champion, has a loud mouth brother been a champion?

Even in these chains, Drake & Jones has picked up accolade after accolade without any tag team loss under our belt.

Even in these chains, we’re making that paper and body bagging our enemies, no team more savage.

One can almost say we’re blessed with these chains, as much as we want to get rid of them, because with them everyone can see the strength of our souls when we still dance and rock this nation with them on as the sound of these chains swing in the air and scraping that floor with every move that we make, and believe me despite what some of our critics say we’re making moves.

As for Ramsay, I’m sorry that it bothers you that we bring swagger and finesse to extreme, I’m sorry that we live like rock stars enjoying the limelight instead of living like bums rolling in and out of bar after bar. You remind me of the type of hater who hangs on the block talking about how “them rich brothers have sold out to the gold and money” or aren’t “hood anymore” once they gain fame because they’re always rolling in the dough and living the fancy life, yet complain as such while wearing Jordan’s they robbed from the kid across the street just so they can pretend to be half as fly as the rich men they claim to be disguted. To you, extreme is just the grime and the blood, and while that’s all cool with me it’s more than just that for myself, it’s also the fast life and the crime haven that gives rogue thieves like me a place to stay snatching proverbial purses and stabbing daggers into anyone who steps into my misty dark alley, not knowing that any part of town where they can find me is the WRONG part of town their mother always told them about staying away from.

Why anyone thinks it was a good idea to put two guys who have no chemistry together against dragons of Komodo and Darkness Flame, especially when one of them already has a tag team partner in our division, I’ll never know. I will however address the challenge everyone has been up in arms about from Clark Duncan and Jason Cage, people are downright disgusted that they even dared do so considering they had lost to Lioncross and Carlos, and for once I think Carlos on social media and the EAW universe makes some damn good sense. Clark Duncan and Jason Cage getting title shots right now would make as much sense as thinking the dysfunctional tag team of Duncan and Ramsay could even put a dent into the solid work of art Drake & Jones have created as a unit. I mean Drake & Jones had to win the Grand Prix tag team tournament to gain a shot at these bad girls across our chests, now people want to throw down challenges when they get murked by other teams? Bad form Duncan, bad form. But I get it, I really do, since your talent couldn’t do the trick you opted to take the only other path left, the cry for attention path with an over the top move that has everyone talking, and it worked! It worked because everyone is always waiting for the next scandal, the next outrageous stunt to be riled up about! It is what it is, I’m not going to get all furious about it, because that’d playing into your agenda and the slickest of the slick does no such thing! Besides, I know that this little stunt of yours might work in getting you first in line at a shot at the titles despite failing to achieve inside that ring, but you’ll still have to put up or shut up in that ring when it actually comes to winning these championships at the end of the day. So come on up with your temporary teammate and step to the baddest duo in EAW today!

And we’ll dispel once and for all with the fiction that Clark Duncan and Carson Ramsay don’t know what they’re doing. The one thing both men who probably would define themselves as outcasts, or any type of claim to say they’re their own men to seem cool, would deny no matter what, they simply go along to get along.

The Millennials get a bad rap, and it's simply because we refuse to listen to the same old boring set of rules that has governed human civilization for thousands of years. Everyone has a voice, but us Millennials are willing to shout our opinion on a status update or Facebook comment, and others look at us with malice in their eyes. "What a self-entitled asshole!" It fits so lovingly well with the optimism that I share about this company because, when a man speaks the truth, suddenly... he is looked at as if HE is the enemy. Everyone in this company sits on their knees worshipping the giant cock, labeled EAW, that sits right in front of them, drool salivating out their mouth as they blindly nod in agreement as a hot load hits them right in the face. The cascade of sheep that goes by the names of Lannister, Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Cloud Matsuda, Chris Elite, TLA, Cameron Ella Eva, Lioncross, et cetera... et cetera, all feed into this bullshit of tradition and nostalgia. You take the courage to stand up for yourself and question the cogs that are turning in place and what happens?  

You get punished for it. 

I knew exactly what was going to happen when I faced Cameron Ella Eva at Showdown because I could see the writing on the wall. There were too many factors leading up to my match, that I absolutely deserved by the way, and during a match of epic proportions against one of the greatest Interwire champions of all time, TLA and Chuck Scene both interfered. I laid on the mat and I suffered a defeat that should be stricken off the record, in fact, I'm going to go to the board and DEMAND that they overturn the decision that Cameron Ella Eva defeated me because those were bullshit shenanigans!!! I'm on the hottest goddamn streak of my career, I defeated Jamie O'Hara and one of the greatest EAW competitors ever, Dark Demon, back to back! I got absolutely screwed over! ...And that was because I played by EAW's rules. I took the match foolhardedly and I expected everything to be fair and just, like all the other plebian wrestlers who step into the ring and continue to believe that they have something going for them. I deserve some goddamn respect and not from the fans because they can go fuck themselves, but by the writers, the producers, and even the CEO of this company because I'M THE NEXT ONTOGENY OF EAW. 

I'm going to strip it away from those who have it, this respect, by playing by my own rules, and as you clearly saw on Showdown, I created a new champion. Did you really think that TLA won the title because he persevered over a strong competitor? No, it was because I was sick and tired of seeing Cameron Ella Eva walk down the middle of the ring with a title that she no longer deserved... I made TLA become champion because I have the power to do whatever I want here. I've been in this company for a few months now and I've gotten quite comfortable, but it doesn't mean that I’m some sort of pushover bitch who will widdle away because some people in the back don't like me. Why did I ask to move to Dynasty or Voltage? It was because I was bored and it was because I felt like it. Is that a good enough answer for you? If I want to ask to be on another brand then I'll do it, and you might think that I'm some kind of disrespectful, spoiled little brat but you get noticed when you make bold choices. I'm still on Showdown though, and I've been thinking about it for a little while and I suppose I could just make Showdown MY SHOW. I'm going to single-handedly make Showdown the most watchable, explosive, and must-see television in the history of the program because I'm going to go out every single week and there will be no script telling me what to do. I'll just do whatever I feel like doing because if I want to piss on the side of the titantron, I'll just unzip my pants and pull out my dick and piss all over the goddamn titantron! 

It all starts at Battleground, a show that I will completely take over because I'm the only reason why people will even tune into that shitty show in the first place. Beretta, you seem like an interesting guy with some interesting backstory that really isn't interesting at all. In fact, you are such a boring, piece of shit, that I almost fell asleep any time you would come onto the television screen. You have the presence of Ben Stein reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" and as I watched your New Breed matches, I realized something. This was it! This was the imprisonment that I'm sure those in charge of Showdown were leading me too if I continued to complain about my spot on the roster... I would be subjected to wrestling people like you on Battleground for the rest of my career. It was actually quite scary because, even though I could beat you ten times out of ten, to even be with you in the same ring is an absolute joke to the person that I've become. As you look at the long set of text before you, it sinks in that you are now matched up against someone who you can't possibly imagine wrestling against. I've had to scratch and crawl my way to where I'm at and you should take this moment now to soak in the fact that I'm going to be wrestling with you one on one. This will be your only opportunity to step in with a future champion, who is going to lead EAW to a new dawn of greatness. 

With the name of Beretta, you look like nothing more than a pea shooter but I heard you shoot out mostly blanks on nights that you have to perform. Aren't sterile jokes great? I amuse myself sometimes.  

There will be no monumental upset this upcoming Monday, only another disappointing night for Beretta as he continues to question why he decided to join this company. I have the answer and it's because you  were unaware that monsters like me roam the pivotal landscape of success while you continue to drown in the sorrows of mediocreness.  I'm not a god... I'm not a gawd.... I'm the single greatest wrestler that has ever stepped foot in this organization. I'm so good that even Dark Demon, as much as he hates me, silently agrees that I will be a World Champion because every wrestler in the back knows that when I flip this switch, that I'm on a completely different level than them. There will be no more doubt, only confidence. There will be no more timidness, only cockiness.  

I'M YOUR MILLENNIAL MESSIAH. 

I will lead a new set of government within EAW and I will find my salvation.

For those who are wondering, yes, I watched Heart Break Boy’s response. I thought about it all of last night actually. This is something I couldn’t just answer right away because for a while, I was a bit shocked. I couldn’t believe after everything I said, this is what I was presented with. Now normally I would do what I did on Dynasty and go the brutally honest route by straight up saying you're full of shit but I can easily see how you’d use this as more ammunition to make me come off as ignorant. No, I'll entertain you and break apart your video piece by piece. I’ll start it off nice and will admit this, HBB…...in a strange way I admire you. I admire your determination. I admire your confidence. You will defend yourself to the death, no matter what is said you will still believe in that beaten up, tired old mind of yours that you are right, that I will be proven wrong come Rising Tide and I hold no real legitimacy. Forget any evidence, forget any valid arguments to your claims, anything that supports the possibility of you tasting defeat you can call a weak statement without any proper retort. And the best part is that when you bother to try and go against what I have to say, it always comes off as blatantly hypocritical.

“I don’t dwell on the past” 

“Those people are not The Heart Break Boy”

“My level is so high, it's unreachable.”

If we were to go off those three lines then there would have been no reason to have referenced me to past rookies in the first place, afterall those people are not Scott Oasis, those people have not done what I have done or seen what I’ve seen in this business, the only thing I have in common with them is that I’m willing to call you out. I suppose what I have done in EAW and the wins I’ve collected mean nothing to you but I guess getting your ass beat and losing on a constant basis is what makes you stronger, allowing you to liken yourself to some kind of world beater. It amazes me that you somehow managed to spin your failures into something that places yourself above me. That’s what makes you untouchable ; not making great opponents fall but instead, falling to great opponents. Do you not understand how moronic that sounds? THAT is the true mixture of pride and selfishness, refusing to admit your shortcomings and having to unjustifiably belittle someone else so you can feel better about yourself. Then again that’s what you need to do. You need to ignore my upside because once you see it you see that I on the other hand have reason to feel good, people can easily see why I believe I can serve you a loss. You dismissed it as bragging but all I really did was prove you wrong. You said my career had barely started, and acted as if I had no credibility so I went ahead and showed you the experience that I apparently lacked. Face it, I wasn’t the punk you so desperately want me to be, but I am the person you desperately have wanted to avoid. I warned you but you wouldn’t listen: I am the outlier. I’m coming after you, I’m coming to expose you. This wasn’t some spur of the moment decision, I have watched you since you came back, waiting for us to one day be face to face. Being on Dynasty gave me that opportunity and the moment you stepped foot into a Dynasty ring, I sat back in my locker room and I marked you as a target. I saw wounded prey and I was ready to act, preparing and mapping out what I was going to do. Once the King of Elite tournament had come and gone I knew it was the perfect time. I knew that as I picked up that microphone and uttered your name it was over. For you.

I like how you attempted to make this into me being some fool, even going as far as to act as if I was “degrading my own match” when all I said was a simple fact to go along with a question, a question which you tip toed around when it came to answering might I add. This isn’t the main event, there’s no titles on the line, and the way you saw it my career has barely started. If that’s the case and I served as no real threat to you, why even entertain it? In your time haven’t you learned to grow thick skin, there have been tons and tons of people who have called out The Heart Break Boy or thrown his name around, yet you were so pissed off and full of fire when I did it. Of course now that the moment has passed you want to be cool, calm, collected and play it off as if you hadn’t been gotten to but that night, something was done to pierce your pride. Something cut deep and it compelled you to face me. My words were almost like daggers to you, and it’s because each one I threw your way was sharpened by the truth of your situation. You can try and say the thoughts and desires of the old you have been washed away but in the back of your mind, eating you alive is the ego that you deny you still have. You still want to believe that you’re the best ever. That’s why you act humble yet still talk down to people as if you’re better than them. That’s why you call whatever match you have the projected “best match of the card” by the people and treat it as fact even though you’d probably scoff at anyone else who would dare make such a cocky statement. Your ego is still there and that’s what will be your undoing. You expect things to work out and be alright for you. You maintain this hope and carry it over into every match you have. I get that you’ve matured and you’ve learned, but knowing what you need to do doesn’t mean you can or will do it. You may see my moves coming, but can you be quick enough to the draw to move out the way? Things aren’t going to go the way you planned, the only one who is about to be corrected on Friday is you.

I’m not here to harm you, I’m here to help you and Dynasty. Either drop your subpar game plan and change or go away, it’s that simple. This is for your own good, I’m trying to beat some sense into you. It's a wake up call. Besides, I’m killing two birds with one stone here. The top is only a few steps away for me. You’re one of the last ones on my way there and when I’m done with you and I have stepped over you to my next challenge, I’m kicking you all the way down to the bottom. Back to square one.

You will be corrected, you can choose to or it can be done by force. Make a decision, but be sure to do so soon before it’s too late.

 
I guess I got the Cailin in me going back to back.
 
I see Sheridan fighting her ass off just to get this chance. She looks bruised and beaten. I know how it feels to have those cameras shoved I your face once that match ends, but this is the life. This is what you sign up for here. When you’re trying to work your way from the bottom to the top, the other things increase with it. Both the positives and the negatives. How you deal with it can define how you take your next step. If it rattles you or gets under your skin, you’re toast. You got to let that roll and handle it with humility. I’m not saying it’s easy, but it’s the life we live. It’s a life you have to love to keep improving. The more you love this, the better it will go. The more you just love this with everything you have, the easier it will be to learn with every match, get stronger and keep climbing to the top.
 
When I woke up this morning, I got a chance to hear this recording from our girl of the moment. This was right after I watched the video of her less than emphatic eye roll on EAW.com. But damn, you deserve some credit girl. I know you said all week you were going to beat Vanessa Holiday. Hell, I told everyone as much. I knew you’d be the one facing me for this title. I didn’t know it would be this week, but who cares. Who the hell thinks we need a week off to prepare for this match anyways? So let’s get down to the real nitty, gritty and address what you had to say about me, shall we? Let’s start with this, Sheridan your shit had me laughing start to finish. I couldn’t figure out… are you serious with this? Was this a joke? I mean we all dip down to joke about sex and make a few innuendos here and there, but this bitch is trying to be the German Amy Schumer or something. I mean it was funny, and just totally full of bullshit, too. I think you’ve gotten the idea of respect mixed up. I can respect you just fine and still beat your ass on every square inch of that squared circle. I can disrespect you and still do the same damn thing. None of that matters. Trying to make it into something is so sad on your part. But frankly I could give a shit about you taking it that way. The truth is you aren’t any better than Haruna. Make fun of her all you want, but she could take to town. That’s the same chick who got fucking tazed before she originally won the Specialist’s title. Beating Vanessa Holiday to get a shot at the title hardly makes you the goddess you’re pretending to be. What you don’t get is my ego isn’t inflated like you want to believe it is. I didn’t win the Specialists title out of respect for Haruna. I destroyed her in the week leading up to that match. I hit her so hard mentally that she crumbled that week, and didn’t recover. She was still trying to break that mental wall when she went out with injury. You could say I drove her out of her mind. I didn’t do that put of respect, I did that because I wanted to. I knew I could, and I did it. And that’s why I won the Specialist’s title. The reason I still have it is because so many challengers just think this is easy. They show up and put in their insults and think that means they’ll come out with a belt strapped to their waist. This doesn’t work that easy. You might think I’m boring, but no one cares what you think. And when we fight, I’ll turn your world upside down and bring your sky-high ego back down to ground level.
 
But I knew what you would focus on from the moment I said my first words about this week. I knew you would bring it back around to talking about that next match. Bitch I told you to focus on this match before the future matches. I’m focused on our match, but guess what, I get to fight a Hall of Famer on Sunday. I have to address both of these matches, and let’s address the obvious elephant in the room. Uhh… whoever wins our match faces Eris for the Vixens title. You happy with that? My god it was so obvious you would waste your time talking about this. Let me repeat this. I face the Heart Break Gal on Sunday, and yes I have addressed her, but I care a whole helluva lot more about beating your ass than I do that match. Because I take it one match at a time. You can’t walk around naïve and pretend there aren’t opportunities coming if you win a match, or even act like you have one match all week when you have two, but you can pin your focus on one match. What you’ve done is the most predictable thing any Vixen ever does in EAW. You tried to stretch the smallest little thing into saying I’m not focused on our match. Go back dear one, see how that has worked for the others that tried it before you. Hearing this from you is just like rinse, wash, repeat. Please don’t act like anything you’re doing in EAW right now is something special. Call my shit boring, but let me call you the typical new Vixen who comes in talking shit on everyone. The only difference is you do it with an accent. That doesn’t make you different though. That just makes you a small twist on the status quo among the new ranks. You’re just trying to be the bitchy girl that thinks talking crap about everyone else will give her an advantage. I’m sorry, but it won’t. I told you anything can happen in EAW. I told you you’re the darkhorse in this situation. People are looking down on you, but who cares what they think. If you want this and think you’re good enough for it, I’m ready for the challenge you think you can bring. And I’m ready to show you otherwise. I’m just fine being called an asshole by you. Well that’s really the pot calling the kettle black now isn’t it? But you’re allowed to think and say about me whatever your shallow little heart desires, as long as you’re ok with me turning around and adding more marks to your already black and blue body.
 
How can you believe this division is a cancer? God, I’ve heard that before, too. Wait… are you Raven Lee in a blonde wig? Apparently you’re completely blind. Tarah just game off a grisly fight against Maddie at the last fpv. And she was on Battleground last week. I guess you glossed over that. Tarah and Maddie go back a long way before you, and you just sound ignorant acting like Tarah weasled her way into a match with Maddie. Mind you that was a match Madison wanted. You decided to say this division sucks because of a few of the rookies though. Why the hell are you even here? You sound so much like Veena Adams it’s hysterical. I don’t know what it is, I expected something different out of you. I honestly have followed pretty closely. I know you’d be challenging for this title eventually. Yet I’m completely underwhelmed with the direction you’ve decided to take against me. You haven’t had a challenge like this one you’re about to face. That’s not being conceded, that’s just talking the pure truth. There’s a reason why I’m a champion and there’s a reason why I just got hand selected to try and take down Hexa-gun. It’s not because I was handed anything, either. I worked hard to earn all of this. I came in at the very bottom and had to work my way up to this point. Your German Efficiency is about to take a huge hit. How are you gonna keep toting that line around after you show up and I beat you. Where is the efficiency going after that? It’s probably going to be lumped in along with one of the most childish tirades I’ve ever witnessed in an audio recording in my entire life. Your determination is false. Your motivations are terrible. You walk around like a hammer trying to fix a screw, but you sound like someone who doesn’t know a damn thing about what she’s talking about. This division was fine before you and would be fine without you. All you add is a little bit of the same spice that hangs out in the corner. You call me unoriginal when I’ve faced bitches that have said the same things as you since July. And they say it with more bite, too. When you say it I picture a little girl behind held back by the forehead while she screams out insults and swings her arms catching nothing bit air. It’s embarrassing that you think that’s all it takes to be successful here. Almost as embarrassing as seeing yourself as the cure to a cancer that doesn’t exist. You’re so strong, so talented and so beautiful, but it won’t mean a damn thing when you step into the ring with me. I don’t have to be prettier, more talented or stronger than you to kick your ass. You’ve had yourself a nice little run here early on, but you’re just a generic girl spitting the same message that any other one around here does. You’re nothing new, even if you think your words make you unique. The result won’t be unique. You’ll show up at Showdown expecting to be the winner, but you’re running head first into a brick wall and you forgot your helmet. In the blink of an eye, this will just turn into a missed opportunity for you. Your efficiency will soon be defined as your inability to take me down. It will be proven to be nothing more than just a phrase. You aren’t the best wrestler in the world. You aren’t even the best wrestler in EAW, far from it.
 
You’re taking one huge stance deciding to pre-file this match into a failure for me. What did you call it, another failure? I think I’m the better champion because I risk losing this title on the regular. And even when I’m not doing that, I’m still fighting everything thrown at me. Facing all these cancerous girls as you like to call them. You aren’t just like so many of those girls before, though. You’re far more delusional than many I’ve faced. You’re following the same path that many others who have failed before you. What makes you believe that you can do what they didn’t and last the test of time? What makes you think you can do what they couldn’t and beat me? Ah, it must be that ego of yours right? You try and talk about me having an inflated ego, yet yours goes beyond levels Freud could have ever imagined. You stand behind a mantra that you think makes you better than those ones, but it will just leave you following directly on their path, just like you’re all walking single-file into oblivion. The fact is I haven’t used my time as champion to try and sway the decisions on anything. That isn’t the way it works here anyways. I’ve spent my time as champion just working to get better. Why would I stop? It’s not about the pay for me. I’m not out to prove I have better looks or I’m more talented. I just out work my opponents and let what I do in the ring speak for itself. This match will be no different. You’re hot as hell, and you have as much talent as any newcomer. I know this might come as a surprise to you, but those are rarely the reasons someone wins or loses a match. This will come down to who wants it more, flat out. I can promise you I want this more than you can even imagine. And it’s not because I want that match against Eris, it’s because I love the challenges for the Specialist’s title. I told you before, I was jacked when I saw you were the challenger. And it’s not because I want being the champion to be easy. It’s because you are talented and I couldn’t wait to face you. I couldn’t wait to beat you. That’s just pure confidence. I’d expect you to have the same confidence. In fact, you do. You want me to shut the fuck up, huh? Allow me to be the one that reopens that wound on your face for you. I’ll show you Texas Efficiency, the kind that comes with putting my boot straight up your ass before I spin you around and kick you in the jaw so hard they have to wire your mouth shut. When I talk about this being just business, I didn’t lie. You are just that, business. You took it your own way, not the intended way, but it makes no difference. It’s not because I think you’re worthless or just a total piece of crap. It’s because I’m not taking anything with this match personal. I’m coming in ready for a fight.
 
Maybe I should take it personal, though. Maybe I should be more pissed off with the remark about my mother. I’ve never spoken a word to my mother. She died after I was born. I’ll chalk that up to your plain ignorance. But I won’t hold it against you just yet. When I defend this title, I’m not out to get participation ribbons. I’m going to fight with everything I have and it’s going to take everything you’ve got and more to take me down. That’s the determination I can promise you’ll see from me. You just have this illusion of grandeur about who I am and what you’re going to do with me. But after the match is over, I’ll make sure you’ll have a few souvenirs in your locker. There will be a video of our match, the one I beat you in. There will be a picture of you laying on the mat while the referee raises my hand, instead of yours. There will be a shiny green ribbon with a big bronze sticker on it. And there will be a bloody towel, the one they use to wipe your blood off the mat after the match. You shit talk EAW like you’re the best thing that’s ever walked in here. You talk badly about the division like its in shambles and you’re the one thing that could save it. But it’s so easy for you to stand from a distance and throw darts thinking you’re making a mark, when it’s more like you’re lobbing in softballs that I hit for a home run. You’re not destined to leave this Showdown as the Specialist’s champion. You’re about to get sent back to the drawing board, trying to figure out where German Efficiency went wrong. I’ll not only beat you, but I’ll beat you efficiently. I can guarantee that. You will be left in that ring feeling a helplessness you’ve never felt before. Because you’re putting all your eggs in one basket and you’re about to come up several eggs too short in your quest to beat me. This match only ends one way, and that’s with you laying on your back in agony. Nothing is going to change at Showdown. When we finish this match, I’m still going to be a champion and you’re still gonna be all talk.

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2:30 am on a WEDNESDAY

it's on...

A harsh light suddenly strikes, illuminating Kenny Drake. He looks...different. His hair has been shaved on the sides and back, the rest tied into a top knot. He now has a thick, scraggly beard. 

I don't have a lot of time, they'll be back soon. Niki smuggled this camera in before they moved m--

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--ny idea what the hell is going on in these plac--



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listen...listen...

JD Damon...you little son of a bitch...

i'm coming for you...



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You put me in this...HELL...you put me in here...you rat bastard son of a bitch! SON OF A BITCH!!

I don't know how i'm going to do it, JD, but i'm getting out of here...


You thought this would keep me contai--



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--ou think they can silence Voice?! you think they'll pump me full of shit and silence the thing you're most afraid of?!

You have no idea, do you, JD?

An uncharacteristic grin spreads across Kenny's face. His right eye closes slightly, giving him an entirely different look.

...see you soon...


remember to lock your doors...



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I have to thank you for this one, Claudia. You just gave a name to exactly what makes me so great. You just didn’t even realize. You can sit there and try to shit on me all you want and pretend that what you’re doing is burying me so hard.  But then you come out and prove my points for me? Brilliant tactic on your end. You’ve come back from all the adversity that’s ever been thrown on you and you’ve become great because of it. You know who that sounds like? That sounds just like me! Wow, never did I think the Heart Break Gal would go out of her way to link such a comparison for the entire world to see. You’ve tried to bury me from the day we locked up, but I’m still here. You tried to give me this advice to go away. I bet you were given that same advice at times during your career. Or maybe you didn’t have a patronizing “legend” trying to show you up with words.
 
At this point, let me say it for the rest of the world. We get that you’re invincible. Oh, you’ll use those words against me and that’s fine. I’m standing here waiting, and I’m not doing anything but stepping closer and closer. Because I have no reason to back away from you. Why would I? Because I’m supposed to be scared of you? Get real. You can stand up on that pedestal and still blow your trumpet as the best thing in the room, but giants like you fall every single day. You’re going to say you aren’t invincible and that you’re capable of getting beat, and then you’re gonna flex your muscles right back and say that I can’t beat you. Your mental games are tried out and boring. I’m used to bitches like you calling me boring, but you took your first shot this week and I reacted with a resounding yawn. I know you’ll have more in your arsenal to throw at me, but don’t expect me to be mentally crushed and pack up and leave. There’s no reason to. Sit there on your high horse and make your three wins against me sound like hundreds. I’m completely fine with that. But remember that we’ve never faced each other one on one. This is a completely different test. You’ll have no help from your little buddies this time. Unless you need your girlfriend to do your dirty work for you.
 
You don’t know when to close your wide trap and just accept a compliment. You’re so paranoid you’re always looking for the hidden ulterior motives from everybody. I’m sorry you’ve been fucked over so many times that you have to take that approach with everything. The truth is there’s nothing more than the respect you absolutely do deserve. This comes from one Texas girl to another, even if you’re more of an old Texas lass at this point. I remember seeing you when I was a teenager and getting your autograph on this big poster. You all stretched out in some bad ass, sexy pose. It wasn’t so much an admiration to be like you. It was a desire to be at the same level as you someday. To be honest, I just got handed that poster as you walked by and you happened to sign it. I just wanted to see you in person so I knew whom I was going to beat someday. That was me as a bright-eyed teenager. But this is me now, on the verge of handing you the ass kicking you probably more than deserve. I’ll wait for my apology here in a few months when Hexa-gun is dead. I’ll be helping arrange the funeral for this one, too. God knows I’ll be waiting for that one forever, but of course I don’t actually expect it. I expect you to be a completely sore loser. All you care about is humiliating me. You consider just beating me to be humiliating me. Yet when I beat you, we all know you’ll sell it off as no big deal, blame it on the officials or the lighting in the building. Maybe the EAW staff didn’t stock your dressing room in just the right way or you just weren’t taking it seriously. Because isn’t that what truly makes you great? You don’t even have to win and you can still place the same shit-eating grin on your face and pretend like nothing happened.
 
Let me say a few things about this Team Cross arrangement because I think you’re stretching to turn this into something it isn’t. This isn’t the Iconomy. Stop trying to make everything about the Iconomy. No one cares about them. You know what they care about? The two people who were smart enough to kick that waste of time to the curb and our now standing tall as champions. This isn’t the same thing as that. The guy who ran that had ideas even you wouldn’t support. Who’s trying to start a cult in EAW? Especially when the leader was the weakest member of the group. But we’re not talking about the Iconomy. That’s you and Eris’ thing — bringing that up. I don’t spend any time thinking about it, only when I’m addressing you. This isn’t like the other renegade groups that tried to take down Hexa, either. This is the beginning of the end for your group. I won’t stop telling you that. Even if you did manage to beat me at Voltage, this is only the beginning of the path that ends in Hexa extinction. But this isn’t even about ending you. Why would I want to end your career? You’re too damn fun to get into these verbal and physical wars with. But it’s time that Hexa-gun crashes and burns to its way too delayed end. But you made me laugh by making it seems as if I don’t take anything seriously. Man you must have a high opinion of me and my ‘Cailin Moments’ if you think I’m good enough to not give a shit, be lazy and unmotivated and still tote a championship around. Matter of fact, you think that despite the fact that I’ll have two by the end of February. Claudia, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me. Oops, I guess that puts your precious group down a title.
 
You’ve never come close to killing me, no matter how much you believe you have. Everything you’ve done has just been reason to get up the next day and keep going. It’s amazing the way you brag of killing Vixens, though. Are you referring to the gauntlet of rookies that allowed you to slaughter over the last two months? I mean, I know we fought in a tag match with a crazy finish, but I still had a pulse afterwards. And you hardly killed anyone in that match. But while you keep your militaristic style, and please keep your own damn camo pants because I don’t want any part of that, let me be clear on what everyone else that’s not part of Hexa-gun sees. You tell me what you guys stand for, but everyone else sees through that bullshit, to use your own line back in my favor. You guys are about yourselves. You talk about what you’re doing like you’re ending oppression and trying to save this company. It truly is survival for your group though. You are choosing to take every step necessary to shape this company in the way that best fits the few of you. You say I’m picking the wrong side? I didn’t realize their was an option to join Hexa-gun. Not unless you have a loose vagina that you’re willing to shove in you and Impact’s faces. Hi Eris. This quest has very little to do with making a name for myself. I’m doing that just fine without being a part of Team Cross. But Hexa-guns got to go. And while you sit there atop your throne of ammo boxes and hand grenades sounding like the illegitimate child of Rambo and Chara, I’m gonna show up and do my part to make sure the end is exactly what happens. And you can keep talking about how I’m not special and see if I care. Who on earth cares what you think is special or not? Give me a break.
 
This has nothing to do with anger toward you or Eris. I actually love Eris and always will, even if she changes like the wind and goes from hating me one day to loving me the next. There was another person in EAW who cheered louder for her than me, until she was given her new position as champion twat licker for Hexa-gun. Team Cross chose me because I’m the best Vixen in this company. I’m a fighting champion and I’m adaptable and I’m only getting stronger. It’s easy for you to disagree, but you only look at me one way. You only look at me through your bitch-shaded glasses. You only throw shade. Truthfully, you’re the one I know is smirking right now. I can see you over there still rubbing your hands together and shaking your head because you sense that you just jumped on the computer and spit out fire. Sorry, I expected more. Sunday will be the most memorable ‘Cailin Moment’ of all. When the Heart Break Gal lays on the mat looking confused as she stares up and sees me grinning down with my hand in the air. You know whom no one will miss when they’re gone? Hexa-gun. No one but you few gives a damn about Hexa-gun anymore. And pretty soon, they won’t have to.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The camera opens on the surreal image of Pizza Boy standing in the frame of someone's inner house, holding a trembling delivery pouch in his arms as he stares blankly inside, like a child afraid to look in their closet.

PB: M-mom? Dad?...Hello? I brought the usual Andrew Bo and &Ty special order; Jalapeno and mushrooms on thin crust.

As if remembering it was his own home subconsciously, Pizza Boy liberally walks through the doorway and through the foyer and darts his head around the living room area with a confused look on his face.  Panning back, the camera finds the house to be vacant of any furniture and in complete disrepair.  Pizza Boy blankly stares down in thought, studying the broken bottles and light bulbs and trash littering the floor.

PB: Oh yeah...we moved out when dad died.  

Pizza Boy's confused eyes start to water as he slowly backs against the graffiti tagged wall.

PB: Oh yeah....dad's dead.

The back of his head thuds against the wall as his body slides down it almost in a morbid cartoonish manner as his feet slide out in front of him and the pizza fortuitously lands in his lap.  He pulls back the heat pouch's flap and takes out a slice.  He takes a thoughtful bite as he continues to cry.  He suddenly stops chewing and feels his confused face.

PB: Why am I crying?  It's been years since dad died.  He didn't leave us with much in the way of the flashy or urbane, but he gave us enough to move out of this neighborhood.  I don't even remember crying at his funeral...did I go to his funeral?  No...no I had to work.

A coldness crosses Pizza Boy's face as he bends his pizza and takes another bite.

PB: Tig Kelly, you know everything about success.  You know how to be cutthroat, you know how to approach your opponents like a heartless, robotic, calculating animal of prey.  You know how to turn off your emotions and let technique and instinct take over. Me? I'm different. I've worked hard to get better in the ring, but I still really don't have a set way of wrestling in that ring, other than going 100 miles per hour at my opponent with everything I have.  Success and failure hold no gravity for me if I don't come out of a match thinking I put everything on the line and work my fingers to the bone.  I've never been handed anything.  On the day of my father's funeral I was working to pay off his plot, his burial chamber, his coffin, his funeral.  I had to drop out of school to do that, Tig.  Do you know why? because I had to.  I had to miss holding my mother as she cried over my father's casket trying to give a proper eulogy for her husband since his only living relative wasn't there to do it for him.  I didn't get to say goodbye, and it's something that still plagues me.  A part time job became a full time commitment, and do you know why? because it had to.  A semester at community college turned into one good half-semester unfinished.  And do you know why? because it had to.  I got pulled into Barney M. Bailey's web of deceit and became a wrestler, and I learned on the fly for half a year until I finally started to actually do something competent in the ring.  I've been thrown off, through, and into so many different things, suffered bumps and bruises in places I didn't know could bruise or bump.  I've had fractured bones, sprained joints, punctured organs, strained tendons, and flat out busted up facial features all in sacrifice of this sport, to get better, to learn more, and to grow tougher.  And do you know why? because I had to.  Don't come preaching to me about false deities and blood alters.  This sport has been my savior, and I've given more than a pint to it to satiate it's blood lust.  And it's getting to the point where my blood's not spilling anymore, Tig.  No, the vein's gone dry and now I've sought out new believers to bleed.

PB reaches into the pizza box and pulls out a crimson covered pizza cutter.

PB: That ain't pizza sauce, Tig.  That's Hexagun blood.  I took it from them after I was left to fend for myself in a match I shouldn't have survived to the end of, much less be sole survivor of my team in.  You're no better than them.  Your blood isn't too good to bleed, which means you're also no better than me, because as stated prior, I've done my fair share of bloodletting.  Don't look at me like some head bobbing in the water that you can step on to get to shore.  I'm not your stepping stone to anywhere.  If anything, I'm the dead end for that title reign of yours, and the ego that goes with it.  

PB clutches his head and bugs out his eyes as he runs his greasy, cheesy, fingers through his hair.

PB: HEHEHEHEHEHE! You think I'm RATTLED by some BELT SHOT!?!  You think your little cheap shotting shortcuts are going to somehow make me believe in you over God?...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y-you must be crazy.  I WAS THROWN OFF OF A FUCKING CELL!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Man you're dumb!

PB starts crawling forward on his hands and knees, swiping the pizza cutter in front of him with each insane lurch forward

PB: You think you're too good to bleed? HA! You think I'm a chapter in the memoirs of your meteoric rise? PPPPFHAHA! I'm the end of everything you worship as a god.  I'm the reckoning of your reality. I'm the goddamn Pizza Boy, and I don't clock out until I finish my route, and I'm taking a shortcut through your FUCKING back yard!  Now get that fucking camera out of my face before I

???: Andy!?

The camera pans up to find Barney and Tony in the doorway.  The camera pans back to Pizza Boy to find him seizing and flopping on the ground as foam forms around his lips and his eyes dilate to complete black.  Barney and Tony rush into frame, Tony stuffs his wallet into PB's mouth as Barney pushes the camera man away.  Cut to black

Barney's Voice: Call a damn ambulance!

Tony Rolland: I think I just heard 3 drive down the street.  Man, this neighborhood's rough.

To Be Continued.....


#wheresmypizza?

RISING TIDES PR0M0 #2
 
You’re right Brian, giving you this opportunity was clearly a bad decision, as you’re showing yourself to be an ungrateful piece of shit!  Yes you beat some tough opponents and yes you were in some difficult matches…BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!  I beat Tyler Parker as my first challenger when I was World Champion three years ago!  I’ve been in Chambers, Glass Matches, and Electric Matches same as you or anyone else here!  But that’s not the point!  The POINT is that you wouldn’t even have gotten that far if I didn’t hand it to you on a silver platter!  Even more to the point is that I didn’t just hand you a simple title opportunity…I gave you a chance for redemption!  What I gave you was a chance to show everyone that you weren’t the same guy who walked out on them before.  That was a chance I, the “corrupt” and “evil” chairman, gave you!  Not looking so bad as a chairman am I now huh?!  Maybe you’re right though; maybe you didn’t deserve it!  If this is how you show your appreciation to someone trying to help you, then maybe I should’ve left you to squander in the upper-midcard!  But I’m not here to argue with you about the gratitude you lack.  I’m here to answer a very simple question you asked…where did everything go wrong?  I’ll happily answer that question, but first I have to correct your wording of the question.  It shouldn’t be “where did everything go wrong” but rather it should be “why was nothing ever right”!  I’ve been in EAW for a long time now, and my career has been a constant struggle.  Normally this wouldn’t be that big a deal because this is wrestling and struggle is to be expected.  Where I take issue however, is that I’ve noticed an unfair amount of struggle has been thrown at me, while certain others had things a bit easier.  Back when I debuted and young wrestlers had to fight their way on the now debunked show TURBO for a shot on one of the main shows, I earned my spot on Voltage and was sent back to TURBO, not because of any fault on my part, but because of some error that NOBODY seemed to want to address!  But that’s fine, I can take one for the team, so I kept my silence and fought on.  Funny how nobody else had to fight twice to get onto a show!  Then I had to watch as opportunities were handed right and left to everyone except me, and many of those men didn’t deserve it, as few of them are still around today.  Then, when I finally got my moment at Pain For Pride after I won Cash In The Vault and became World Heavyweight Champion in the same night, how did everyone react?  Is everyone happy that I finally broke through the glass ceiling?  NO!!!  They respond with hate and scorn, to the point where they deliberately tried to sabotage my reign!  But then when YOU became champion, everyone cheered as if Jesus himself became champion!  Tell me does that sound fair to you?!  I am a man who has worked my ass off for this federation, and the only response I get for my dedication is a poke in the eye, while guys like you, you treat this place like it has a revolving door, get all the praise, accolades, and love I desired?!  BULLSHIT!!!  So THAT’S what happened to me Brian, and you’ll forgive me if I think it’s earned me the right to be a tiny bit bitter! 
 

But this is a story everyone’s heard before, and it’s one I tried to prevent from happening again while I was chairman.  Yes I manipulated others, I lied, I cheated, I stole, and I did many disgusting things, but I did them because that’s how you get things done in this business!  You can’t create change without getting your hands stained with some dirt and blood.  If you think otherwise, then you’re an idiot.  Perhaps I was a bigger monster than when DEDEDE was chairman, but I became a different kind of monster than what he was.  He wanted to keep everything the same, whereas I initiated change!  I wanted to create a new and better EAW, so I had to be a monster that would protect it against anyone who tried to stop it.  THAT is what makes my stint as chairman different from Scott’s, DEDEDE’s, Demon’s, and even Banks!  If you’re too blind to see the changes and impact my regime had on this company, then I’m not going to waste my breath mentioning them again as I’ve already done.  Not when I could spend that breath on more important things.  You look at me Brian and you question the choices I’ve made.  You can look at me and maybe you feel more affection for the Zack Crash I was back then, but what good did your supposed “love” and “respect” do me?!  I had the fans on my side, I had a code, I had a few who supported me, and nothing to show for any of it!  Now look at me!  I’m fighting you for the World Heavyweight Championship, I reigned as EAW Chairman (and yes being Chairman is prestigious since I don’t see many names, least of all yours, as a past Chairman), and I’m one of the biggest names in EAW history!  I’d said it’s pretty clear I made the right call.  In the past year alone I’ve left a bigger impact than most wrestlers dream of having in the entirety of their careers.  Perhaps your career has been defined by a need to impress others, but if it has, it only enforces your own weakness and hypocrisy!  You’re the one who needs others to be successful, yet all you do is let them down.  Without them…YOU’RE NOTHING!  And like it or not, you’re losing their faith.  Perhaps rumors are just rumors, but they have to begin somewhere and from something, which means someone out there thought that and it’s spreading to others.  Me on the other hand, I only need ME to be successful, and I NEVER let myself down!  And I won’t let myself down this Friday in Japan!  This company has always been afraid of my potential, but I don’t fault them for it, as they were right to fear what I could become.  I’m going to rip from your broken body the belt you never deserved to steal from me in the first place!  I’m going to right the wrong that happened all those years ago!  I don’t NEED to become World Heavyweight Champion.  It’s just I don’t want YOU to be World Heavyweight Champion!  And after Rising Tide…you won’t be.

 
So this is the plight that they will give me. It’s fine though, I’m not the one who backs away from challenges. I never will be. I’ve said over and over again that this title will be defended anytime, anywhere. Eris spent time trying to downplay me. She stands up there now in the same shoes as I was when she mocked me in January. She’s standing high and mighty on her pedestal and resting back on her laurels. Look at how often she walks into that ring and risks losing her title. Yet I’m about to experience a first with the Specialists title. It’s going to be defended in back-to-back weeks. That wasn’t even an original stipulation with this belt. But do you see me shedding tears and writing up petitions? There are Vixens in this company who would use this as an opportunity to mount a soapbox and bitch and moan until the sun went down, and then continue that for days and days after. For such a second rate title, not another person in this whole company can say they are a fighting champion like I can. This belt is defended more often than any other, and I keep coming out week after week, ready for any challenge they throw at me. Yet our Vixens champion will somehow deem me weak because of this. What foolish logic. I’ll defend Eris in saying she shows up for her title matches — when she actually has them. I won this title in December, and I’ve already defended it four times. Showdown will mark the fifth time. Compare opponents though, right? They aren’t as different as you make it seem. I’m not going to get into particulars, but enough about you.
 
Sheridan, you had one hell of a win over Vanessa Holiday, but I never had any doubt you would win that match. I mean from the time I saw you were booked in a contender match, I knew it was going to be you. Don’t get anything twisted, it’s just the respect I have for you. There’s a reason the last couple challengers have been the girls they’ve been. I look at all the new girls showing up here and I know this isn’t the same EAW it used to be. There are so many girls hungry to reach the top, and so many looking for a quick path there. It’s only natural that I get looked at as a cannon to launch you there. To any Vixen out there who thinks being the Specialists champion is easy? Forget it. And to anyone who thinks it’s automatically a chance to compete for the Vixens title? Well usually it isn’t. But that stipulation came up from the mouth of our Vixens champ because the idea was pitched to have champion vs. champion. It’s only natural that after I levied the challenge last month, she has now altered the stipulation herself, demanding I complete another challenge before she’s willing to face me. You see, it’s pure strategy. She isn’t thinking about facing you, Sheridan. And that’s a dame shame. Because you’re a rough and tough little blonde-haired ass kicker that’s looking at me with bright eyes. She’s looking at Showdown and Voltage as ways to wear me down before a potential match with her. And the ultimate prize for her would be me not even making it there.
 
You’ve always been the last thought on her mind. But despite the fact that I have to face her mentor Heart Break Gal, with Eris right there trotting at her side, my first focus this week is on you. It’s all shifted there from the moment I learned their plan to have me defend the title again so soon. And you know what? I think you’re just as worthy as the last few challengers. You earned it. Hell, you haven’t been here long, but you were given a chance and you won. I congratulate you on that. But now I remind you of the challenge you have ahead of you. I don’t even know what you know about me. This will, of course, be our first meeting, but I’m sure hardly our last. When you’ve been around here for a bit, you have a way of sniffing out talent and knowing when it’s going to tick around and thrive. It’s easy to see this talent glowing from you. But it should also be easy for you to see the roll I’ve been on, too. The more challengers I face, the stronger I get. Some of the other champions might not know it or they might be worried about fatigue, but I’m not getting tired. I’m hungry and I’m humble, and I’m always ready for that next meal. It would be way too easy to look beyond our match and get caught in the crossfire of thinking about the future. It would be so easy for so many of the Vixens not named Cailin Dillon to do exactly that. But that match against HBG? Fuck it. If I don’t come ready to win this match and take care of business, then that one doesn’t even matter. What matters to me the most is keeping the legacy I’m building with this title rolling. And after I take care of that this week, then I’ll think about a match with Eris at Reasonable Doubt, where I have no doubt I can end her reign as champion. But you have to make sure you don’t get caught thinking about that future, too. What an enticing thing for them to hang above your head, like they’re treating a young Vixen as if she’s a kitten doped up on catnip with a toy hanging above her head just out of reach. I can only imagine the grand dreams you will inadvertently have of rolling on the mat holding both titles in your clutches. But first things first, you take on the most determined Vixen in the whole damn division. Don’t let yourself fall into the trap of believing Eris is the best. She’s already fallen into her own trap with that line of thinking.
 
I will come to Showdown and I will be ready for whatever you think you can throw at me. Stand across the ring and throw your darts as you try and strike the bulls eye that takes me out, but I can promise you there will be nothing but pure frustration when you find that I still drive my shoulder up, or claw to the ropes to break a hold or stand there with blood dripping from my face as I refuse to let the lights go out. Because this is not about anything personal between us. I barely know you past the promising career I see on your horizon. This is about taking care of business and this is about doing the same thing I do everytime they put a challenger in front of me. You can give me all you have and you can attempt to take me to the brink of extinction, but I will still be standing and I will be the one that pins you for the win in the end. As nice as I might seem, I will never break away from the cerebral style that has made me so successful. Just when you think you have me beat, I raise and hit you with that Texas Two-Step out of nowhere. And right when you think you’ve got me on the ropes, I spin you away from completing that maneuver and my boot strikes you right between the eyes. This is just how I operate, Sheridan. I’m not going to beat you because of talent or experience. I’m going to beat you because I want this more. You might think your desire to become a champion outweighs my will and determination to remain a champion. My time as the Specialists champion is long from running its course, and my destiny will not be to let it go this early.
 
If you do know anything about me, it might be this reputation I’m building. While Eris sees herself as the top Vixen in the company because of that title, anyone who has experienced facing Cailin Dillon in a ring will tell how tough it is. My reputation precedes me by now. I hope you take it seriously, because if you don’t you won’t have a chance to start with. I’m not stupid or naïve, and I know what it must mean to you to be having this title chance. But I’m not sure if you understand what it means to me. This has been everything I’ve worked for to this point. And the closer I got, the harder and harder I worked. And after I got it, I didn’t let up. I just kept working and working at it. And that’s why the first woman to hold this title is more of an afterthought at this point. My hard work and determination is not only why I won this belt, but why I remain champion to this day. It’s why the big opportunities keep coming, and it’s why I keep turning even the hungriest challengers away. If I seem confident, it’s because I truly am. It’s not confidence about beating you because I think I’m better than you, though. It’s confidence that I’m ready for whatever you bring into that ring. It’s confidence that I will still be the Specialist’s champion after Showdown. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride you’ve had to this point, and as I’ve said before it is far from over for you. But you’re about to enter one hell of a war on Showdown, and this tornado is gonna blow you away.

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Michaels: “I tell you , after a long day of training Akio Inoue (the greatest short term trainer I’ve ever met), there’s nothing better than sipping overpriced champagne, in an overpriced Suite at a five star hotel, while posting status updates via an overpriced smartphone.  It seem like the only thing I keep that isn’t exorbitantly priced is @DustinBrach’s mother.  You give her a dollar, and you can do whatever you want, wherever you want.  Is that personal enough Dustin?  Have you ever stopped to ask why I didn’t elaborate more on why I think you’re a total waste of space in this match?  It’s because much like rest of Dynasty’s audience, I can help but to get this irresistible urge to change the channel whenever I see that crime against humanity that you call a face.  But that was until I heard your little rambling press conference.  Now don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t give half a shit about what an uneducated, Michaels’ envy suffering, hater like you would have to say about me, or anyone else in this match, but at least you can respect that we’re are actually trying to accomplish something other than making a horse’s ass out of themselves.  But I have no respect for you Dustin.  You see I heard your foolish words regarding the New Breed Championship.  See it might just be some leather and gold fastened together to you, but to everyone who has more than two brain cells it represents so much more.  It represents a milestone, a first step if you will, on a path towards greatness (that thing that waved bye bye to you long ago) just think of all the great competitors who haveheld that title, and how it propelled them to even bigger and better things.   But there’s more than that,  you see when you disrespect a championship, you disrespect the company it belongs to.  And seeing as how EAW is the largest promotion of its kind you’ve essentially pissed all over the sport of professional wrestling.  And I will not stand for professional wrestling’s equivalent to a kid who ate worms in school, disrespecting this great sport! 
So congratulations pal, you got my attention.  And as reward you’re now my number one target in this match.  Me winning this one is just a shred more important than making sure as hell that you don’t.   So get ready, because at Rising Tide you get to see what’s so intimidating about the socialite that took men like Y2Impact, Ryan Savage, Mister DEDEDE, Tig Kelly, and Zack Crash to their absolute limit! 
 
And that goes for the rest of so called competition as well.
 
It goes for scrubs like Kevin Hunter, who are better suited for detailing my cars than stepping into the ring.  Tell me Kevin, what type of chance does a no talent, piece of white trash like you, stand against a superior athlete like myself?  What makes you think that riding around on a motorcycle with a bunch of other half-witted morons, makes you qualified to compete for a shot at the New Breed Championship in any way, shape or form?  Yes you can take a punch, but simply being able to have your ass handed to you wasn’t enough to beat that good for nothing prick Dustin Brasch, and it sure as hell will not be enough  when you stand against best EAW has to offer, ME!
 
And Warbeard, I would have called you losing your debut match a disappointment, but that would imply that I had any sort of expectations of you.  You proved last week that you’re nothing more than a giant oaf, who would be more respectable as a side show freak, than as a wrestler.  You’re pathetic Josh, plain and simple.  You have neat limitless strength, but you lack the tiniest sliver of talent to apply it in the ring.  You are one of the tallest, and heaviest competitors in the ring, But you’re so unskilled that all it adds up to is you being slow and clumsy.  That’s why you got your three hundred pound ass kicked!  And don’t expect this week to fare any better, because Live in the Tokyo Dome, in front of all my followers, you will get the privilege of seeing my in ring skill, up close and personal!
 
@DennisCaffrey why are you even bothering to show up?  We all know that you don’t have what it takes to win in this one.  Because This isn’t just another wrestling match.  There won’t be any chinlocks, armbars, or rear amateur take downs.  This is a war, and if you think that any of those ‘Collegiate level skills’ will save you, then you can bet your ass that you will be the first causality.  And even if you could somehow survive this match, how in their right mind would want to see a bland, dull, boring, individual who is avoid of any type of charisma, or personality,  like you compete for a championship?  Hell not even that old geezer grandfather of yours would want to see you wearing the New Breed Title around your waist. 
 
And to Keith Bathory , yes I know you’re following me, all my haters do ;-) , I would just like to say that you should probably try and get back together with you cousin, because he was always the more talented between the two of you.  Maybe if you get down on your hand and knees, grovel a little, and kiss his ass, he might just agree to carry your ass to watchable matches.  Or at the very least, make you look semi-credible when when you step into a wrestling ring.
 
Now I know there has some misinformed dunce out there who’s probably about to type up something about how Caine Kronin is going to kick ass, take names, raise hell, and walk out with his hand raised this Friday.  Now let me state for the record that while Caine has an intensity that few others possess, that intensity will only get you so far.  Yes you might have been able to psych out and overwhelm a single overmatched foe.  But let’s see how you do when you have nine men who’ve all placed a target on your back, because the true measure of greatness isn’t what you do when you’re the hunter, it what you do when you are the hunted!  And when you’re in a wrestling ring, I am the ultimate predator.  The top of the food chain, and if you just happen to be unfortunate enough to be in the ring with me Caine, I will devourer you (no homo)
 
@JunNobunaga could you do us all a big favor, and cut it out with this overly pretentious crap.  It’s starting to wear a bit thin.  Watching you wrestle isn’t art, it more like a child’s drawing that you put up on the refrigerator.  You know it’s as ugly as a dog’s ass, but you sit, and smile so as not to break the kid’s feelings.   That’s kinda how it is with you, a few well-meaning people said something along the lines of ‘oh my Jun, that’s such a good headlock, It’s so pretty.’  And you being too feeble minded to know better, took their words at face value.   Well at Rising Tide, you will be going toe to toe with a true Rembrandt of the ring.  A master of the squared circle, whose prowess in the ring, is matched by only by his amazing looks, incredible personality, and endless charisma!  And after I’m done with you, the world will rightfully cast you aside like those cheap, knock off paintings that starving artist sell out of a truck.
 
Which leaves me with two good for nothing, Michaels envy suffering, over hyped, under developed sacks of worm excrement.
 
@MarcusCreedMX-13 when will you ever learn that anything you could do, I can do better?  You can strike, well so can I.  You can grapple, well so can I.  Now granted, you can do it better than most, but at the end of the day, I will always do it better.  And you know that don’t you?  That’s why you’re not all over the place running your mouth about how you consider yourself to be supremacy, when all you are is a waste of the psychical gifts you possess.  That’s why you’re not trying to brag about any of your past accomplishments (not that you had any but still) and most of all, that is why you’re not trying to do something as idiotic as claim that you would ever stand a chance of beating me!  We’ll guess what, you’re absolutely right.  You aren’t even in my league.  I’ve battled it out with the biggest stars that EAW has, and you know what they will tell you?   That Mark Michaels is everything he claims to be!  So when I say that I can whip Marcus Creed’s ass all over the Tokyo Dome, with one arm tied behind my back, you better believe that I can, and will guaranteed!
 
@DonnyDiamond  I would say I was saving the best for last, but that would be a lie that no one who isn’t suffering from brain damage would ever believe.  You know something Don, I’ve talked a lot about how you’re too old, and washed up, and broken down, but I only say that because it’s true.  You’re not a wrestler, you’re a charity case that EAW can use as a tax write off.  I mean do you know how much better the hard working men and women of the ring crew would have it if we didn’t have to pay your salary of a two dollar cigar, and a go with Dustin’s mom?  That’s why I’ll make you a deal, you announce your retirement from professional wrestling before Friday, and I won’t have to dominate, and embarrass you.  Sound good Don?  Of course it does, so why don’t you just go ahead and make it official, before I have to go and plant my boot right up your asshole.  Again!
 
Now before any of you start with that “Mark Michaels is just an over privileged S.O.B. who can’t wrestle” garbage, first could you be any less original? I mean at this point that seems to be the only thing that anyone ever seems to say.   And you would think that after the ass whipping I laid on the last few guys who said that would serve as an example to all of you  haters in the locker room.  Second, You all should know by now, that my skills in the ring are unmatched by any other, not by Tig Kelly, not by Zack Crash, not by anybody.  In fact it is The same technical ability I showcase week after week,  that is the same one that has brought me a legion of followers.  It is the same never give up brand of toughness that I display in every single match, is the same one has led those followers elect me as their undisputed Social Media Champion.  They recognize me for how great I truly am.  They know that I am the Destiny of Dynasty, The Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, the #Hero to millions upon millions of people from every corner of the globe.  And even if you haters can’t see it right in front of you,  the man who will win this Hell’s Warpath match, and go on to become the next EAW New Breed Champion!
And for your sakes, I hope you boys have prepared yourselves for the fight of your lives.  Because in just three days, Live on Dynasty, in front of a sold out crowd of my followers, in a match where there are no rules, in a match where young career’s will be shortened, and possibly ended, we are all going to Hell, So Picture That!  #Dynasty #HellsWarpath #InTheBag"
 
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I have taken hits that could have broken my neck or snapped my shoulder out of its socket. I have taken losses that no one thought I could rise back up from. But despite the pain and the misery, the suffering I've had to endure from getting beaten to nearly the end of my career, I walk onto the next scene unaffected and exploding with greatness because I don't want to be seen as anything less. Never have I twitched at the sight of my foes. Never have I considered having a crawling rodent tell me what I can and can't do, or dictate when my end is going to be because only I decide my fate.

Cailin dear you make my heart melt with such kind words, but luckily I can still smell the bullshit creeping out from right under your shirt. I just wish you would have come at me with everything you have instead of getting yourself involved in matters you don't understand. I know I already make fun of you as is for having "Cailin Moments" where you make downright laughable ignorant decisions that make you look even more pathetic and desperate, and I know that sometimes you have no control over these situations, but Voltage night, it's been clear that you had the chance to politely say no and leave while your pride was still intact. You had every chance to reject being another punching bag to Hexa-gun, but you're just a glutton for punishment. Nobody was promising you golden opportunities and a safe landing for every time you fall, and yet you still decide to jump off a plane and into the vast ocean with nothing but a life vest, still hanging on for dear life not even knowing if you could survive another day. You decide that the only way to finally pick up a victory over the devil is to become one yourself and align with others who would do the bidding for you, so you can hog all the glory in the unlikely event that you win, but easily shrug it off and pretend you had nothing to do with this mess once the inevitable happens and Hexa-gun humiliates you once more. That's pretty much your gameplan, isn't it? Join this mediocre crusade led by Ashten Cross, who hasn't even competed since who-the-hell-even-cares, you are coming in with the confident look on your face as a player of a team with whom you are uncertain you'd mesh with in terms of skills, let alone get along with because while you think this is nothing but a training ground where you could practice your maneuvers and say "oh well" when you lose once more, others tend to think of it as something more serious for the fact that more important things like Championships and careers are on the line if they don't do what the general manager asks, as they are driven only by the beliefs injected in their brains, nothing more. That's not even the worst part, Cailin! The worst part is having to sit in front of the computer early in the week and listen to your pointless ramblings that in no way has anything to do with what exactly your purpose is in this team other than the played out "to have a vixen" rationale that seems to have worked so fucking well when you were in The Iconomy.

What are you even fighting for, Cailin? Why are you willing to stand alongside someone else and become a soldier in the battleground if this whole situation isn't doing you any favors? Do you not realize that in the unlikely event that you actually have this won, after Ashten Cross collects his checks and lives happily ever after, you'll be nothing to him other than what you've always been -- a worthless bag of hot air? Or do you actually think that people believe in you enough to see this as anything symbolic? Take a look at EAW after Lucian Black, the golden son of EAW, "rescued" it from Zack Crash. Dynasty Wrestling is back on the EAW programming, and yet other corrupt names have surfaced to take his place, and walked around with the power in their hands, pursuing the kind of world they want their elitists to inhabit, not because they give a rat's ass about their careers, but because they enjoy being in power promoting the same filth that Zack Crash did. In our past exchanges, you often asked what exactly is it Hexa-gun does, and I never really bother to answer because I always knew it was just something I don't want to discuss with the feeble-minded, yet here you are Cailin. You stepped in the world I live in outside of killing worthless Vixens like yourself. You have taken your swiss army knives and camo pants, you are out for war and you've chosen the side to fight on, and I am here to tell you you are choosing wrong. Let me introduce you to my world -- the world of survival, the world of extreme, the world that the Specialist Champion should damn well be happy about since you're all about barrier-shattering matches that test the credibility and competence of Vixens in this world of animosity. Hexa-gun fights off people in power in order to bring back this company's traditions. Hexa-gun fights for Extreme. Dominance is our ambition. Violence is our code. And people like Ashten Cross and Zack Crash can't stand getting out of their comfort zones and just let the dominant forces stand at the top because we threaten the familiar, we threaten their peace. They sent the Anti-gun, they sent The Iconomy, they sent The Higher Power, and, Cailin, they all were aspiring stars who foolishly thought they could make a name for themselves at our expense, they were all CERTAIN that they would finally end Hexa-gun, but each and every time they failed, and they were forced to regroup before being sent packing their bags. What makes Team Cross so special if they were derived from the exact same formula, and would certainly end the same way? How can you even say you stand a chance? Because Cailin Dillon is so fucking special? HAH.

I see a glow on your face, a smirk of satisfaction knowing that somebody has pitied you enough to actually take interest in your matches and watching the risks that you've taken on a weekly basis, and it was finally time to move you up to the big leagues, but you know damn well that the only reason they picked you is because they think you're inspired and angry enough at Eris and The Heart Break Gal, you couldn't wait to finally win over Hexa-gun, when they don't know the reality that you don't even care how many matches you have lost and you're perfectly satisfied being nothing but our bitch. This company has nothing to lose if you wound up stepping out from injury or quitting for being unable to handle the pressure that comes with being in the heat of the battle with The Heart Break Gal, and you certainly don't have the physical strength to actually, even once, one-up her in a match. While you spent a lot of your time talking about our differences and similarities, you forgot to mention that I stand with the rare gems and diamonds with this industry, while you're no different from the next dirty pebble. You're a disposable commodity, Cailin, and nobody is going to miss you when you're gone, because you are no different from the likes of Vanessa Holiday or Aria Jaxon, anyone could easily replace you. I suggest you start moving, Cailin. Walk away. You have no purpose here, no endgame. And if we are alike like you suggest you would stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong and focus on what you do best, which from what I can tell is very limited given your credentials. But something tells me you would do the exact opposite anyway, and believe me, nothing makes me happier than outsmarting and out wrestling you like the past hundred times... Just make sure to prepare your apology note to Ashten Cross, explaining why you were completely useless keeping Voltage for him, and why Hexa-gun is still standing as an unbreakable unit... like always.