SHOWDOWN - PROMO # 4 - IN IT TO WIN IT


Scene pans to Rex McAllister who is in his wrestling attire backstage in his locker room on Showdown as he readies to participate in the 10 man battle royal.  

*pacing*

*stops to look straight at the camera*

*smirks*

Rex McAllister: Well. This is it. As the time elapses and the battle royal match gets closer and closer The Rex Master is brimming with confidence. That is an important quality to possess in a match like this.  It's every man for himself and the winner goes on to become the undisputed # 1 contender for the EAW Interwire Championship.

*pacing some more*

*stops to face the camera*

Rex McAllister: Cause you know self-confidence and a lot of it can carry somebody a long way. I have plenty of self-confidence that I can succeed in this match, and more importantly win the match.  Brody Steele.  You mentioned about me thinking I have it all figured out in this match.  That I have everything right in the palm of my hands. You couldn't be more wrong in your assessment of my last promo, or the one before that. Or the one before that. You see the promos I throw out has nothing to do with control. Yes you control your own destiny to an extent, but what you fail to realize from my promos is my unmistakeable self-confidence. I borderline on cocky, even I can acknowledge that. However, you too have spoken rather confidently about your aspirations to being the next contender to the the Interwire Championship as well.  Have you not? And where do you think that comes from?  I will tell you. It comes from a belief and self-confidence that you have in your own abilities and maybe a strong will to get the job done. But you see, while I don’t have it all figured out.  I have placed careful planning and preparation into this match.  I have a few things up my sleeve to be sure and with planning these things you need to have fail-safe plans as well.  Which I will put into play in this match if necessary.  It’s like I have stated already previously.  This is a thinking man’s game.  If you are really going into this match half-cocked using gameplans that have only gotten you success most of the time, then you probably won’t last long.  It could even be me that throws you over the top.  Bye-bye.  See you later Mr. B.A.D.  Now I can clearly see that only half of the participants in this battle royal seem to have any interest in this Interwire Championship.  You have voiced your aspirations, the other being that chump Cage.  In my opinion Cage is someone who shouldn’t be in this match, but who knows.  Maybe my wish will come true and Cage gets eliminated early.  Zach Genesis it’s probably smart that you don’t get involved here.  This match isn’t your forte.  This match does cater to me though.  This type of match is the kind where endurance will play a big part in all this.  How long can you go?  How long can you continue to take a beating just so you have a chance to move on to bigger, and better things in EAW?


Brayden.  You keep spewing so much uninformed bullshit like I have never seen.  You're like a walking contradiction.  In the little time that you have been here you have been talking real big, but seemingly with no real idea of how to back up your shit.  Yeah, sure the one thing you really have done was beat a helpless jobber named Chaz Nadal.  Then in your last promo you did it again.  You said you were gonna shake my hand after DCW decided they didn’t have the cajunas to match wits with us in the ring?  But then you still spoke of getting revenge on me?  If that is not contradiction I don’t know what is.  In fact, to be perfectly honest Brayden.  Had you actually tried to extend your hand out your ass would’ve been promptly met with another Rex Effect, planting you face first into mat, before I eventually would’ve applied The Rex Lock on your bitchy girlfriend Sephy just like I did 3 weeks ago.  Who knows Brayden, I might have my chance tonight to do just that before I hurl both of your asses over the top rope.

*chuckles*

Jason Cage.  My focus will be on winning this match.  You say none of us have been in the ring with you, but that actually goes the same the other way around for you as well.  You haven’t been in the ring with any of us.  Just Sephiroth, and even as green as he is in the ole’ biz, he still managed to take you to your limits.  Point is I still believe you will be a target in this match.  A target everyone will band together to eliminate.  I don’t think anybody really wants to see Cam vs Cage III anyhow, because if the result of the first couple of bouts were any indication of what would be on-tap to come, then it will be no surprise to anyone what the third result would be cause let’s face it.  Cam owns your ass Jason.  She knows all your moves and tendencies.  Though if you stick her in a matchup with somebody new.  Somebody she hasn’t went one on one with before.  That person brings the element of surprise to the match.  Anything may be possible.  So even if the other participants in this match are looking to eliminate me too, I think they too can agree with the idea of singling you out in this match.  Even if it is merely a case of coincidence that anyone bands together with me for a moment just to eliminate you Jason, then that works for me too.  Either way Jason I don’t see you winning this match.  The odds are against you and even Zach Genesis.  You guys have already had your healthy dose of EAW success, the other 8 of us have not and will be seeking to break through with tha signature win in EAW that can kick start a nice successful career.  That’s what a match like this offers us.  Not you.  Not Zach.  You guys though need it for different reasons.  To avoid being pushed down further into EAW obscurity.  Trust me.  I am just talking truth here.  I live in the truth, and it just doesn’t change, just like the outcome in my head does not.  The Rex Master will find a way no matter what to ensure his hand is held up high and he is acknowledged as the victor and the new undisputed # 1 contender to the EAW Interwire Championship.  This is my time. Nobodies going to stop me. Nobody.  Ta Ta for now LOSERS.

*leaves out the locker room door for the match*



***SCENE ENDS***

Oh, 2016, how thy is for Lannister's taking. Ignorance and humiliation, Lannister withstood it all from his subjects. Men have bowed their heads, others targeting Lannister's. Devastation often met the latter, some not man enough to look Lannister in the eyes as the air they breathe was no longer a capable surviving tactic. Lannister pealed away, every step of the way, at the sight of contact to his opposition. And now, it is he that must conquer again. Just this time last year, Lannister had to make that climb, draw his battle weapons until he met the crown jewel battleground: King of Elite. And now, it seems as if destiny may have it, be Lannister's calling card once more for glory.

Lannister is bound to the device that is his own accord. Many can call that a god complex, but in Lannister's eyes there are no gods to watch over us. There are only men who choose to rule the day, and make others rue it. In this existing circumstance, it happens to be the figure of a King that abides to no one. The embrace, one does not get for his power. But after each fallen foe, every opposing aspiration has the same stench of decay. As great of a 2015 that Lannister had, it is time to capitalize on what time is left on Lannister's side. Lannister has become the Messenger of Death, as any that dare mark their claim has never gone on to tell the tale. Lannister doesn't see Ares Vendetta making any headlines these days, as Lannister filled his entire world with a stain of shame. What happens Jamie O, when Lannister does the same to you. You beg for Lannister to come your way, yet we know dread is the only means of the day. Make no matter, you'll have your dark days - and they'll be all for Lannister's taking. Lannister has done quite a bit of recollecting in these recent times, as one will often do in the horizon moments. But how, how in this Kingly crown, have men forgotten who Lannister is at the core. The Angel of Debt. Lannister is to an angel, that O'Hara's inevitably bet to fear. These darkened wings have to abide to the kingdom's creation no more. But Lannister knows there is power in the King's blood... but never has there been a greater fear than the story of this fallen angel. Men have begun to get accustomed to dwell the day that Lannister had come knocking. But now, time has its own calling, instead of one of Lannister's previous suitors. It is destiny, calling for Lannister's name. For the Angel of Debt to meet his grace. Lannister will not dwell on his past to Jamie O'Hara, even if it is in good fortune. Instead, he'll show this pretentious champion a side ofLannister  that had almost been forgotten. It is not about the King's wrath or the Crown's Justice... it's about a debt that Lannister owes upon himself. While Lannister happens to live by "To rule, or rue"... there is to be more at play here.

And the Piff Pipper just happens to be the guinea pig. Take a watch at this display, Jamie O'Hara. You are bound to be in shock and awe at what you see. Just do note, that Lannister... Lannister paints in gloomy colors.

Rue this day for him, Mr. O'Hara. It is indebted, dedicated to you.

"I just can't wait to be king"

*Eusford is seen in a bank, cashing multiple checks, sunglasses on his face, a fancy suit on and a smug smile on his face*

Eusford: come on then, I don't have all day. I have to be in Russia tomorrow.

Bank Teller: oh? And why is that sir?

Eusford: I'm a pro wrestler, I need to be at a show so I can beat a delusional schizophrenic and a new age retro wannabe pimp.

*the bank teller looks quite confused a Kerry's statememt*

Eusford: Just finish counting my money.

Bank Teller: yes, Mr. Eusford.

*After the bank teller finishes, Eusford steps out of the bank, and into a stretch Limo, smugly grinning again*

Eusford: to the airport, I need to get a flight to Moscow.

Limo Driver: on our way now sir.

Eusford: Good.



Eusford: do you see this? All this money now, I feel like royalty already, and I haven't even won King of Elite yet. Don't you guys realize what you're getting into? I refuse to be walked all over just as always, and I refuse to sit back while you argue like little chihuahuas, that's all you are to me.

*Eusford lights a fancy looking cigar, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out of the window*

Eusford: I mean, did you guys really think I would take shit from some wannabe pimp? it's sad and pathetic the way TLA acts, he thinks he's so tough and ghetto, when in reality, he is one of the most sad individuals I've ever seen, what did he do, push a pregnant girl? That's not only pathetic, but idiotic. I'm going to completely whoop this Pendejo's ass, and you'll all be right there to watch me do it.

*Eusford takes another drag off of his cigar, again blowing the smoke out of the window*

Eusford: and then we have Victor Vendetta, what a weird guy, and they called me off. It is obvious you're not playing with a full deck of cards Victor, so I'll elaborate for you. No, I won't be aligning with you in this fight. It wouldn't be fair to TLA. I don't want to hear TLA's mouth after I completely mess him up, but another thing noticed is that you said "they" want you to "finish us off." There's something you nor TLA seem to understand, if you take too much time fighting like that, then you won't see me swooping in for the kill. But don't worry Victor, I'll hit you so hard, it'll silence the voices in your head that recite to you these lies.

*Eusford stubs out the cigar on an ashtray in front of him, adjusting his cuff links*

Eusford: as I've said so many times prior to this, it's high goddamn time that I get some well deserved respect around here. And this is just what I need to do it. But see, I'm not going to say that anymore, because I don't give a shit what you think, I don't give a shit about your respect. Do you know what I give a shit about? Beating these inferior little idiots that I've been matched up against. Moscow, Vot I Ya! (here I come!) To conquer!

*Eusford whoops in confidence as his limo nears the airport, the feed fades out*

I've heard all of the talk, I've heard all of it, I've listened to all of it and while I think it's laughable that I could even struggle to stand on my own two feet when I face Liam Catterson? I know that this isn't going to be easy by any means. I mean, he's a former Answers World Champion and former King of Extreme winner. This is how I establish myself. I've established myself on Showdown, I've established myself on Dynasty but I haven't established myself on Voltage and I could establish myself if I beat him this Sunday. Which, by the way, I will. I'll go out to the ring and I'll do what I did to him what I did to Jaywalker a couple of months ago. I'll take any credibility, any validity he has; I'll take any of that in one fell swoop. While I'm sure that Liam is going to go out there and do everything he can, while I'm sure he's going to give me everything he has? It doesn't matter. It never does and it never will because throughout my entire career, there's been a handful of those who have stepped into the ring with me and gave me everything they had. I've faced the likes of Mr. DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Jaywalker and I've withstood everything they had. Regardless of what he likes to think, regardless of how much he's talked himself up to be and regardless of what little he has accomplished in his entire career... Liam Catterson? Is nothing compared to them. What he is, however, is what he's been for his entire livelihood and that? That's being a big fish in a small pond. That's all he is. That's all he's ever been, from the beginning of his career to now, that's all he’s ever going to be but there are those who are just like him. Such as Dark Demon, Xavier Williams and Zack Crash. They've been big fish in small ponds and no matter what amount of success they have had in EAW? That hasn't changed. That's never going to change. Because they're never going to be me and when you compare me to him? When you put Tyler Parker and Liam Catterson side by side? There's no comparison. There will never be any comparison because I'm what he wishes he could be. I'm more accomplished and more established in this business than he could ever hope to be and now that I'm here? On Voltage? I'm going to add to those accomplishments and establish myself even more. I'm not underestimating him. In fact, if anything, I think that he has been overestimated by everyone else and I know why. Because when they look at him, they see what he's accomplished and they assume that he's so good but I know, I know for a fact that wearing a crown doesn't make you a king and holding a championship doesn't make you a champion. Proving, time and time again, that you're one of the top guys in this business? That's what makes you a champion, that's something that Liam Catterson couldn't do when he was the Answers World Champion and that's something that he couldn't do if he wouldn't have failed to capture the Answers World Championship at Midsummer Massacre, if he wouldn't have failed to capture the Pure Championship, if he wouldn't have failed to advance to the Quarter-Finals of the King of Elite Tournament. In a couple of days, he and I are going to be out there in the ring, staring each other in the eye and then you'll know, they'll know and he'll know that no matter how good he and anyone else thinks he is? Liam Catterson is nothing... next to me. That isn't me being cocky or anything because if you ask anyone else, they'd tell you the same thing and even though he wouldn't admit it, Liam Catterson would tell you the same thing. Because he knows that he isn't even close to me and that's with all due respect --- though there's not much respect there to begin with. Not after some of the things he said, not after I've seen how he's been carrying himself. Because it seems as if he has this unhealthy obsession with beating me but how is he going to beat me if he hasn't beaten anyone else? For someone who's so obsessed, you'd think that his obsession would get him what he wants but the fact of the matter is, is that he's never going to get what he wants. He wanted the Answers World Championship, he wanted the Pure Championship, he wanted the King of Elite crown but for as obsessed as he was, for as much as he wanted all of that, he couldn't do it because he thought that his obsession would get him what he wants and nothing else. See, it's more than just obsession. To become a king, to become a champion? That's something you have to work for. You have to train, you have to work, you have to push yourself until you think you can't go any further and then you need to push ten times harder. Anything and everything I've accomplished in this business? I've earned through hard work, time and effort. Which is why he isn't going to get what he wants, he isn't going to beat me and soon enough? His career will end not with a bang but a whimper and if he isn't careful out there this Sunday? It might just happen.

The days are edging closer, which means Kerry and TLA’s fates are edging closer as well, whilst I wish the days go incredibly fast and when I wake up tomorrow and it is Showdown morning, TLA  hopes he can wake up back in 2015 where there is no sign of Vic Vendetta in your path and when you were the hottest Wrestler in town, where he is remembered, where he is sought after, people want to interview you, Hollywood studios want you in blockbusters, authors want write about your life story, directors want to document your life, men want to idolize you as the Hispanic savoir of the hood and females want to be with him but that is just the harsh reality we live in because all of that might have been true but every dog has its day and this dog is patiently waiting for the day he can snap your neck into a million little pieces and watch you squirm, and beg for me to save you. We are in 2016 now, which means TLA no longer has what it takes, he isn’t as fast, he has put on quite a few pound as well, he isn’t as funny or as smart or as good as he thinks he is and the main reason he thinks he has what it takes is because the people he surrounds himself with feed him this false idea that he is still the man, whether it is because he has held one title in EAW or something  everyone has blown up his ego into the masked crusader that he think he is today, what he fails to realize is that this match was sanctioned not so both you and Kerry can display your supposed talents, showcase whatever talent you both have left, no its because they want to see me finish you both off once and for all, they want me to literally take out the trash and where else to do it then in a match where a lot is on the line? TLA you have encountered the wrong animal in this forest and I may just bite you. I learned a bit of Spanish on many of my trips over seas. Sus días están contados.
 

Being a smart man, I thought you would have the intelligence to see through it all. Am I here to hurt you? All things considered, yes I am however that is not my point. I am here to pay special mind to the universally adored luchador yet no one appears to comprehend that, no one sees that, rather I am the terrible gentleman! Consider it, which evil creature would endorse a match to put a dear companion of his within a ring surrounded by thousands and a large number of fans to watch him lose? To watch him being pummeled into a bloody mess, having his face totally rearranged? Who needs that? I will let you know, it is those that want you to fail, those that enjoy seeing you fall victim, the family and the companions who simply would prefer not to offend you, hurt you, destroy your self image and let you know that essentially, you no longer needed. They can't stand the weight of telling you that to your face so all things being equal they are taking the simpler alternative out for themselves, in light of the fact that they won't need to confront the weight or feel the torment. Rather you need to feel the agony and when the dust has cleared and you are taken to the back to meet these “supportive” companions of yours and your family, rather you will let them know that is nothing more will be tolerated and you just can't do it anymore. At that point everyone will sympathize with you and call you one heck of a wrestler and praise you pat you on the back and tell you great job you put on quite the match but it’s a lie…You didn’t do well at all in fact you will live with the regret that you fell victim to Vic Vendetta, you will be a overlooked memory, tomorrow night  I accelerate that procedure on the grounds that I need to hurt you as well as on the grounds that I think about you and your family more than you can envision, when I leave showdown moving on to the next round of this tournament you will then ask yourself why can I never be good enough? What makes me a lesser being than Victor Vendetta. I’ll tell you because I am just that better than you. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

[size=37]The camera is rolling inside of a studio with Azumi Goto wearing a black dress Aozora no Namida by Hitomi Takahashi plays in the background.[/size]

[size=37]Goto: I unfortunately didn't get the win in my debut match. As they say “you win some, you lose some” but this upcoming match against Aria Jaxon I have a game plan that come to play. Well what else happened to me this week, let's see my good friend Hitomi Takahashi allowed me  to use her music for my theme.[/size]

[size=37]Azumi shows a little smirk towards the camera.[/size]

[size=37]Goto: All I can do now is prepare myself for this upcoming match against Jaxon. I hope that plan works. What's next for me after this match?Well pretty simple climb the ranks of the vixen division and become the next EAW Vixen champion. I'm the Queen of Submission and I'll prove it, no matter who gets in my way I’m going to win.[/size]

[size=37]Goto pulls out something from her training bag. It look like a picture of a younger Azumi and an older man around the age of 45. [/size]

[size=37]Goto: The man you see in photo is my mentor, Shen “The Thunder” Yoshida. He told me “my success is limitless” and I'll prove that with Jaxon being the first.[/size]

[size=37]Goto walks away as the scene fades to black.[/size]

HBG: Didn't I tell you? Nothing can shake up my game. Whether you find me walking amongst beasts and savages in career-ending structures and specialty matches that test the limits of my capabilities, or playing dollhouse with every imbecilic vixen in this company I was warned about in the beginning of my reign in 2015, yet couldn't score a single victory over me, I still remain standing -- unbent, unshattered -- living to fight in another match as I prove that I am one of the greatest this company has ever seen. 

Voltage night is nothing complicated, as a matter of fact, the outcome should be clear as day. I am faced with yet another couple of aspiring vixens who not only are set to face each other at Dynasty Wrestling, but also wish they could live up to their own hype, but when the stage is set and it is time for them to prove that they're worth all of the advertisements and hoopla surrounding them, they fall. It's difficult, isn't it? When your name is associated with Mr. DEDEDE, and yet people still see you as a hot bag of air with no direction whatsoever, nothing to bring to the table while looking down on other Vixens you believe you could out-do, anything to get you noticed, but it doesn't really seem to be lining up the way you want, does it? When you look down on Vixens who have achieved their fair share of accomplishments, it makes you think that you deserve it to for the mere fact that you exist, but nobody still cares, do they? I don't blame you for being pressured enough that you feel there's a filthy little bug biting your ass every time you speak, making you mix up every word and sound like a special needs student, because that's what happens when you have to start from the bottom of the ladder like the rest of us, but your mind is telling you that you deserve to start at the top -- it makes you lose your mind when those opportunities aren't given to you. It makes you feel like you're not owning the world like you're destined to. That's why you try your damnedest to cling on whatever edge you have among the rest of us, that's why you force every person to take a look at you for the sole fact that you're Mr. DEDEDE's niece. That's why you delude yourself into thinking that you actually put these Vixens in their place because of your lousy one-liners on social media, and that generic bitchass attitude, and call yourself Championship-worthy because of it. I don't mean to throw in every cliche said to people like you, to "legacy children" who are foolish enough to think that talent is a genetic trait that can be passed on through generations without exception, but I believe that now is the perfect time to spell it out for you, Veena -- everyone in EAW is so goddamn spoiled. Everyone in EAW is entitled. A lot of us prefer to not admit it. They put themselves out there and offer their souls to the fans who love them dearly to get the hype necessary to give them strength to go forth and accomplish something in their wilting careers, that is, until two days later, they whine to the management about not getting the airtime they deserve. But in the end, it doesn't help, you know that. Your bloodline doesn't mean anything. There's a reason Michael Jordan's children couldn't live up to the expectations of their father's last name, there's a reason that Jaden Smith can never attain the mass appeal that Will Smith has, and that exact same reason is why you will never succeed in the business. In a land filled with hungry wolves, nepotism doesn't get you anywhere. The Vixens Championship is not your birthright for you are just like everyone else -- a stupid rookie clinging on to whatever boost she can find to advance her career when you know this is going to be far tougher than you try to convince yourself of. You're nothing special. You don't get Vixens Championship opportunities for the reason that you just want it, the same way you can't be screaming to the world how you're Mr. DEDEDE's niece and expect anyone to care. 

Here's some advice for you, Veena, before we step in the ring and I breathe in your foul talentless stench -- stop making a name off of DEDEDE. In truth, the only reason he ever gives a damn about you joining EAW is because he's too worried that all the work he's built to get to where he is now, all the effort he put in for this company, all the suffering he has endured would be shamed, marginalized and ridiculed on a monthly basis because his dumb whore of a niece has ruined the family name for him. Listen or don't, Veena, but it is what it is. Mr. DEDEDE doesn't care about anyone else but himself and his career. And at Voltage, you'll know better once you open your eyes to the extreme environment you're placed in, that you should put yourself first and foremost in this land of survival if you want anyone to actually fear the sight of you, which becomes unlikely by the day seeing as everyone can see through your facade. Just like Championships, your name doesn't exist to define you and what you can do. Show the world how much you are willing to break your bones, how many pints are you willing to bleed and how many tears will be shed for the sake of the name to live on. And what better way to start than to face two Champions at Voltage? Eris and I will steer you in the right direction, pop the bubble you float on to remind you it's nothing compared to my unbreakable shield! And we will remind you that while the Adams name is forever immortalized, the sands of time won't remember you.

And if you can't get that through your thick skull and still insist on shoving down everyone's throats how much Veena Adams is going to make his uncle Ryan proud, then I can always remind you that even after enduring his famous rib-crushing spears, I still defeated Mr. DEDEDE to a state almost beyond repair... his partner opened his eyes and truly realized that he's never worth being called a brother, HRDO had to threaten his career in order to ignite whatever little spark he still has in him that put him in the circle of Champions today. So really, Veena, if Mr. DEDEDE can't pull a single victory out of the many times I went against him in that ring, what makes you think you could? I am half of the Tag Team Champions, teaming up with the Vixens Champion Eris LeCava, while you're stuck with the same nobody you faced two days before... and truth be told, as brave as you think you are, I don't see fortune favoring you against us.

We have the gold to prove our dominance. We have had our set of wins that shocked the doubters, we have the drive, the will, the passion to be the best in any kind of match we're placed in against any kind of opponent, that's been a cold hard fact no one can run away from... and what do you have? Your bloodline?

Bitch, we shit on your bloodline. You're nothing to us. 

The unlearned have deluded themselves into believing that Road to Redemption represented the end of Hexa-gun's movement, but beneath those chinks in the armor exists an unstoppable force that's going to keep on churning regardless of these minor setbacks. We're not going to sit around with our tails tucked between our legs and disband at the convenience of people like Lucian Black, guys like Clark Duncan who attempted to cheat their way to prominence by forging an alliance with the now-former Chairman Zack Crash. In fact, I told Clark Duncan rather succinctly before Road to Redemption that their partnership would be terminated long before it ever truly managed to get off the ground because he's not built to hack it with the heavyweights, he lacks the competitive killer instinct and the psyche that embodies what this profession represents. Sure, the writing was on the wall and everybody in the arena from the popcorn vendor in the bleeders to the guest celebrities in the front row knew Zack Crash's regime was on the verge of facing its end, but he arrived at that destination with the haste of an Olympic sprinter in part because Clark Duncan was the first man eliminated and predictably crumbled under pressure instead of rising to the moment like he claimed so fervently he would. Maybe your victory over The Mercenaries before Road to Redemption wasn't a fluke, maybe that was a budding star finally beginning to shine in the limelight, but your inability to translate that performance inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber and protect Zack Crash's position as Chairman confirmed what every audience member and extremist in the back discovered about you at Shock Value when you proved lamentably incapable of grabbing the proverbial brass ring and officially becoming a candidate for the coveted Answers World Championship -- that when faced with a challenge, when surrounded by indomitable foes many people expect you to defeat and put yourself on the map by exceeding their efforts in the process, you freeze and collapse before crawling into the fetal position like a sniveling coward because you allow the thoughts of self-doubt that permeate through your brain to consume you instead of relishing the opportunity you've been given and handling your tasks like a man. I know you're just going to deflect the negative attention from yourself and claim I didn't do any better at Road to Redemption, that the circumstances of one's defeat are irrelevant to the end result, but I came to RTR prepared for the fight of a lifetime knowing exactly the magnitude of the match I was competing in, knowing exactly the star-studded performance I'd have to give for Hexa-gun to walk out victorious and claim a monopoly over both EAW and Dynasty alike; that didn't happen, but my fight and fire cannot be denied, in fact they were never in question to begin with, and that barbaric chamber match where I lost by the narrowest of margins only cements the reputation I've earned as a wrestler who excels in the spotlight. You? The spectators, the detractors, the pundits, the critics, even your peers, everyone had questions about your ability to perform on a stage of that gravity, and not only did you fail to answer them; you gave your skeptics all the ammo they'll ever need to dismiss you, to write you off, to treat you as an afterthought and speak of your name along with World Championships only in the context that you'll never manage to win one. I don't have to spend an ounce of my time fretting and pacing back and forth while I ponder the tactics I'll have to employ to clear a pathway for my victory against you, Clark, and why? You speak with the confidence of a man that is unfamiliar with failure, talking about how you love subduing your opponent and beating them at their own game, but you're no stranger to defeat, you've beaten yourself on more occasions than El Laberinto can count, and on Voltage I'm going to reacquaint you with that cruel mistress.

This Monday on Battleground at the Event Center in San Jose, California, I make my pro wrestling debut. Butterflies running up and down my stomach is an under statement to say the least. Ever since high school I thrived to become a wrestler. Looking up to the greats of Elite Answers Wrestling like CM Banks, Mister K, Mr. DEDEDE and many more. From freshman year of high school in Atlanta to getting a full paid scholarship to the Ohio State University, I was the top ranked wrestler in the whole United States. I traveled every year to the NCAA Championships and would get scouted by multiple wrestling companies including the land of the elite. Right from the start my dream was to get to EAW and perform infront of the greatest fans of the world. By far the best day of my life to this day was signing my EAW Voltage brand contract that took years in the making. The Ohio State University is no doubt one of the best schools I've ever been to in my lifetime. There is no such things as a perfect college experience but my wrestling experience at Ohio State was honestly perfect. Watch out EAW locker room because I was called the wrestling machine for a reason, the Kimura lock may come out when you never expect it. Mexican Samurai, now rumor on the street is you no longer give a shit about this sport? Why did you sign on the dotted line if you don't care about professional wrestling? It's time to stop being selfish and looking at yourself in the mirror and realize that this is 2016 and we come to work to put on an awesome show for our loyal friends around the world. Monday on Battleground, The Wrestling Machine makes his mark!

Eclipse looked out over the horizon from just outside his bedroom window. His eyes seemed to be scanning the entirety of it, with Enessa just behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders as she joined in his gaze. He rolled his shoulders back, before placing a hand on the window laughing to himself as he shook his head.


“When I was young, just a small boy, my mother took me to a carnival. Not my father. My daddy didn’t have time for me. His time was well spent drinking, smoking, gambling, and whoring himself out. Being unfaithful cost him dearly when my mother left him. I suppose I’m getting off track. When we went to the circus, my mother didn’t try to shelter me away from all of the bad things that are in this world. You can’t shelter anyone from those. They’ll always find a way to...crawl out and reappear. You’ve seen that, haven’t you Eden? No matter how hard you try to hide away from it...the darkness just swallows you back up. In any event, there we were, in the carnival. We went through everything, rode the ferris wheels, ate the cotton candy, everything. However...there was something that my mother said we were supposed to do. That we needed to do. So, she leads me along...innocent of what we are going to do, into a deep, black tent. We walk about...and my eyes adjust to the darkness. I can hear the dim carnival music behind me...but in here it’s distorted. In here, it’s deep and twisted and refuses to press its happiness into me from here...no...here it haunts me. We walk along...my eyes lowered but I hear my mother’s beautiful voice. She tells me, that I can’t look away. That I have to watch. She tells me, that if I am to enjoy the joy in my life, I must also look at the bad. The hardships, the pain, the suffering, but most of all. The fear.”

He laughs and the screen seems to crackle as words begin to appear along the borders. Words such as “Liar”, “Hatred”, “Terror”, and “Family”. As his laughing dies down the words too seem to vanish entirely. He runs his hands through his hair, pressing his forehead against the window as his eyes close, drifting along into the memory. Behind him, Enessa released her hold on his shoulders, giving a sadistic grin as she walks down the stairs, disappearing into the shadows as he returns to telling his story.


“I’m sure you’re bored of this Eden but here, let me continue my story. You might find it enlightening. You see in today’s culture, what I witnessed could never be seen. It’s not well liked. It’s illegal in some areas...but the eyes of the law don’t fall everywhere. And this carnival...it so happened to hold something that we wish we could push away. Freakshows. Ah the terror I had in my eyes when I looked into a straw filled cage and saw twin sisters, conjoined together at the legs. The man that could eat everything, from nails to live chickens. The human crocodile. These things would be considered medical oddities and they would be placed upon a strange pedestal...how their struggle is so beautiful. We live in a twisted world don’t we? Because, as a child...these people were paraded as monsters. That’s what they were. Monsters. And I was afraid. Oh, I was terrified...but that fear quickly diminished when my sweet mother moved to her knee and looked me directly into the eye. She held my hand and she pointed to them and told me ‘These aren’t monsters, my sweet child. These are your brothers and sisters. Their flesh is different, but they share our blood, they breathe our air, and they live and die as we do.’ Those words stuck to me, and they still stick to me. It’s why I do the things that I do, why I have always made it my duty to reveal the monsters of our world...because I want to show everyone what they are inside. That, the same ugliness that they exude on the outside...exists within every single person speaking in this world.

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m telling you any of this. Gabriel I remember you when you first joined. You targeted me, and you defeated me. You even threw me off a building to do it. However...I came back. I didn’t just come back, but I thrived. I learned from that defeat. And now here the two of us are, once again. Head to head in a heated battle to determine who will come out victorious. Who will wear the crown. Though you have abandoned your saintly disposition and attitude of saving the wicked from their vices...that must still exist in their somewhere. Deep in your core that has to exist. When you faced me then, I didn’t hold back in the slightest. I didn’t back down, I never changed. Do you think that will be any different now? Now, when all of my anger and frustration has been built into one fleeting moment. The crown is coming home to my dark twisted family. The freakshow is open once again! The lunatics rove out in the streets, and they will tear this world apart, with me as a king upon their shoulders...but I will push myself away and walk with them, not in the front but in the middle for that is where a true leader is! Not standing in the front where all eyes can see, but as a voice beside them. That is what is needed...that is my calling. A king, the likes of which, EAW has never seen. You...you aren’t that choice Gabriel...I hope you know this. I hope you know that you, like all those others that looked away from the freaks, will never be that choice. Because...the good book tells us something. The meek will inherit the earth. Well...I’m the one that will give them that inheritance. Gabriel...scared yet?”

*The scene opens in a local watering hole in Harlan County, Kentucky. The smoke filled bar has more rats scurrying around than it does customers. In the far corner under a dimly lit light we can spot two men talking over a tall glass of moonshine. As we get closer to the men we can see one of them is Elijah Dixon.*

Unknown Man: Are you sure this is what the Lord wants you to do? I mean you don't want to make any unnecessary enemies do you?

Elijah: Brother, I am not in the business of making enemies. I have been blessed with the mission to help the Lord's flock flourish. Signing with the EAW allows me to preach His word to millions of people each and every night.

Unknown Man: Of course it is and it is a true blessing. But with all the lies and deception amongst the roster, do you honestly think the Lord wants you to preach to these people? Why not just start here at home instead of preaching to the whole world?

Elijah: Did the Lord ever do anything small? Did he create the the world in 7 days or was it 7 million? I have been blessed with the opportunity to spread the good Word to the entire world and you want me to turn it down and just preach to our neighbors at home? In my vision the Lord told me I was now his voice, the human vessel for the one true God. I am not going to disrespect His name and do the minimum. My time in the EAW will be looked on with favor by Him. His Word will be heard among the ears of the farthest reaches of the world. If you question His Will maybe you are not worthy of eternal happiness.

Unknown Man: I am not saying that Elijah. I know your mission and am a true member of the flock. I just don't know about these people. Take your opponent for example; Sage Condit.

Elijah: What about him?

Unkown Man: Do you think you can really change the path he is on?

Elijah: I don't expect everyone to heed the Good Word. I am simply here to inspire and preach. I hope to convert as many as I can from the hellish path they are on. The first test I have is Sage Condit and he is no easy test. He is a gold metal winning collegiate wrestler. He has accomplished so much in his young life that he should be a disciple off the bat. But hearing his interview earlier all I heard was envy, jealousy, lust and pride. All he has done in his life Is compete in Greco Roman wrestling with strict rules. This is the EAW. The people here give up their bodies day in and day out just to make ends meet. Its life or death here. And the utter pride this young man has is admirable. It really is. But, like myself, we are two newcomers. To have aspirations of climbing the table and earning a title shot at this point is pure jealousy. Jealousy of what people have earned through hard work and dedication. To just think that the skills you learned through collegiate wrestling are going to put you over any competitor here in the EAW is a sin. It is pure pride, hubirus to be blunt. I will do everything I can to put the Word of aged in his heart but ultimately it is up to him to embrace it. I hope at the end of the day he can embrace it and join the flock of the one true God.

Unknown Man: I have faith in you Elijah. You are the living embodiment of the Lord and I will follow you anywhere.

Elijah: And I will never abandon you or the flock. I am here to preach the Lords will and convert everyone I can. If Mr Condit cannot see the true path he is meant to be on than he is destined for disaster. All I can say is that I will do all I can to get through to Mr Condit but if it comes to a quarrel than a quarrel he shall receive. I am here to inspire and teach. But I am also here to destroy. If a non believer makes himself known, I willing strike him down with such vengeance he will pray to have heeded the message. Mr Condit, if you do not listen to my word, you will be in for a world full of hurt. The wrath I will unleash on you has not been seen since the destruction of Sadam and Gamora. Please, help yourself and search inside, Mr Condit. You do not want to cross the Lord do you?

*Elijah and the unknown man continue to talk about their new mission. They slowly sip on their moonshine and discuss the next place they can start to convert followers for the flock. The scene fades to black with them talking*

*Lioncross is out exploring Red Square, because what else do Americans know about Moscow.*

Lauren: How on earth did I let you convince me to wear this?

LC: You'll be fine - Russian people are friendly! The idea that you'll be arrested and sent to Putin to be publicly executed for wearing that is probably a tale that some American made up. Or it happened in the early 1900s. Either way, you're fine.

*The camera pans out to reveal that Lauren is wearing a Finland hockey jersey.*

Lauren: But... HIM? Now? After what happened not even a week ago? I don't even look like a Finn! You don't look like a Finn! Everybody knows we're trying to mess with them! YOU were trying to mess with them when you said that all the fans would be on your side!

*Him refers to Kaspari Kapanen, the name on the back of the jersey.*

LC: Look - I know he broke the hearts of Russian hockey fans by scoring in overtime to beat Russia for the World Junior Championship, but with heartbreak comes an opportunity. And, this opportunity is for you. Wrestling - even though you're not a wrestler anymore - is about taking steps to become a better individual. And, as long as you're hanging around me and Lyuncrust, that's what I want for you. That's what I want for all three of us. Anyway, I wanted to make Aren think, but apparently he doesn't feel like it. He's putting up a wall of sorts - the claim that he doesn't care what the fans have to say about him. Suuuuure. I'm sure he doesn't feel excited about coming home at all.

*A passerby yells something in Russian, directed at Lauren.*

LC: YEAH! WOOOOOOO! USA! USA!

Lauren: WHY DID YOU DO THAT???

LC: Why are YOU so scared of the fans? Be like Aren! Don't care about them! Pretend they don't exist unless you want to "see the error of your ways" and act like they do! Let me tell you something about fans - they make you, but they never break you. Think about it - their ticket money goes to you, even if they hate your guts. I've simply decided to pay them back by being somebody they can cheer for.

Lauren: Right. They're going to cheer for you, chanting USA while I'm wearing the jersey of Russia's biggest hockey villain right now.

LC: If they don't, they don't. But, unlike you, I'm not scared about that. If there's anybody I should be scared of, it's Aren himself. Cocky as he is, he's a kid who rose to the occasion at Road To Redemption. He eliminated three guys, which is about as well as a loser can do. But, to that point, he lost. He lost! He couldn't win when nobody in that chamber even knew that he was the mystery entrant. That's why Aren is neither a Russian King nor a Russian champ. That's why our champion is an Aussie, while the home boy, as of today, is still a pauper.

Lauren: He's a prince.

LC: A "prince". They get mixed up with paupers all the time.

Lauren (exasperated): This is real life, not a story.

LC: But this is a story - a story I'm continuing to write. The old, treaded story says that Aren's going to get his big victory at home. I'm a writer, Lauren. I'm an author. I'm writing my story in a different way. And in my story, the only fans who won't be leaving in silence are the ones who were cheering for me.

Lauren: That'll be... zero, if you keep your antics up at this rate.

LC: And keep my antics up I will.

*Lioncross pulls out an American flag and starts waving it, immediately drawing some weird looks*

LC: RUSSIA LOVES ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The camera displays a grown up field where weeds and grass make up the majority of the landscape. It's a very stormy night as rain heavily descends from the sky. The heavy rainfall leaves very little visibility. Lighting strikes in the distance as the light from it illuminates a small, nearby shack. Strong gusts of wind begin to set in as it pushes the rain sideways, decreasing visibility even further. Grasses and weeds sway in the wind as the small shack creaks as the wind and rain continue to bombard it. The door of the shack opens as the camera displays the inside of it. Inside is one small room where the light over head comes from a single light bulb that continues to flicker repeatedly. The light bulb goes out completely for several moments before it flickers back on. As light returns to the room Erebus Jennings is now standing in front of a small table. His pet crow Nightmare sits on it. Erebus picks up Nightmare as his attention is turned to the camera.)



(Thunder suddenly echoes throughout the shack as the shack vibrates in the process. The light begins to flicker as the rain outside begins to come down even harder than before.)

Erebus: There's always been a preconceived notion that something is no better than something its compared to be on par with, no matter what changes or how much time passes. People become fixated on these types of beliefs by claiming that if they defeat somebody your on par with, then they can beat you too. Only one thing could ensue after my victory, and that could only be being presented with yet another unfamiliar obstacle to oppose me to further test my fortitude. J.D. Damon,  I commend you for your victory over Troy Archello. If you are unaware, there was once a time in AWF that people often compared Troy and I to one another as two of the top guys in the company, but I can ensure you that those were nothing more than foolish comparisons to attempt to falsely push the worth of Troy Archello to try to convince people that he was something he was not. Troy Archello was hyped up to be on a top caliber level along with the likes of me and Mr. DEDEDE and other stars of AWF. But look what has become of him in EAW? It's become evident that's he's not as good or as talented as we were led to believe and his career has been a facade since the very beginning, or his capabilities have greatly diminished over time. But over time, I have grown wiser, stronger, and more determined than ever. I won't fall the way Troy did, so I ask you this; are you entering this match with the preconceived notion that just because Troy and I were placed as the same top tier standards in AWF that you experience against me here will be similar to your experience against him? Nick had a similar belief. He even managed to conjure up the notion that his hard work and dedication would pay off with a win over me. It's as if he implied that I have experienced hardships like him, or that I hadn't worked hard enough to be in contention for the King of Elite crown. But I liberated him from his own self imposed damnation. Now I ask myself if I must do the same for you and make you another that I liberate through darkness or if your in the same boat as me; being an individual fighting for a righteous cause that isn't derived from greed or your own selfish aspirations.

(The light bulb begins to flicker once more as thunder once again rocks the shack. The light bulb then goes out completely and darkness befalls the room. Erebus lights the candle as the light from the flame illuminates the room.)



(Erebus picks up Nightmare and walks to the door of the room and opens it. Erebus extinguishes the flame on the candle as darkness comes to the space once again. Lighting strikes in the distance and momentarily shows Erebus standing in the rain. It strikes yet again revealing him to be gone. Thunder rumbles once more followed by the cry of Nightmare.)

(The camera fades to black.)