SHOWDOWN PROM #3 By Any Means Necessary

JASON CAGE
[Ambition is an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment. To be ambitious, you have to have a lot of one specific thing; heart. Within your heart, you are obligated to want or need something more than anything you’ve ever thought of before. To be ambitious, your focus needs to be on that one specific thing you plan to achieve and nothing else. If you become distracted in any way, shape, or form, you will lose that focus and you will lose the achievement you sought after. There’s only one way to stay focused enough to strive for that achievement - or whatever it may be - and that’s strength. Strength is key to anything you could ever desire in life. Without strength, well, you’re weak. Plain and simply put. Strength is what pushes you through all the obstacles and leads you straight to your trophy or your prize, so to speak.]


[One goal, one heart, infinite strength.]

*Pause footage*

We fade into a room. It's a control room. This control room has EAW Logos all over it big and small. Camera view shows the back of a black rotating chair with many small Television screens in the background. Hands can be shown toggling with the buttons. Soon we see the full shot of the control desk. The the screens go black. A slow golf clap starts. Then finally the black rotating chair turns around to show Rex McAllister. The mock clap stops

*flashes a smirk*

Rex McAllister: Well done Jason. Brrraaavvvoo. Your mental approach to this match, it's commendable. It is. So you believe that all those qualities will make you the inevitable #1 contender to Interwire Championship? Hmm? You believe your experience of being in EAW longer must mean you will attain certain victory. You believe that you have more desire, more heart, more everlasting strength….than everyone else combined in the battle royal? Really? Oh, I am not so sure about that Jason. You see Cage while everybody else has, myself included, had aspirations of becoming that next breakout star in EAW and yet you have went ahead and stated that we lack the focus to break through at this time. That our drive to succeed couldn't possibly match that of yours? Right?

*nods and then flashes sly grin*

Rex McAllister: If that's so Jason. Answer me this then Cage. Let's just say for a moment that all the other competitors in this battle royal, along with yours truly. Let's just say we might believe that about you too. Answer me this. How would you be able to fend off all nine of us? Hmm? All nine of us...we just decide to band together just to eliminate Jason Cage because we believed he was the biggest threat in the battle royal? Hmm? What would you do then? How long would you be able to last with all nine of us looking to eliminate you? All nine of the rest of us that believe someone else should get a shot at that EAW Interwire Championship? Hmm? What then Jason?

*serious*

Rex McAllister: Me? In my opinion there should be big target on you Jason Cage. You talked about the craftiness of a one Star Stann and how he was able to take your Elite Champion status away. A status you earned a few years back. Still trying to cling to that status. Or why else would you feel the need to remind everybody? In my opinion this is EAW’s elaborate way of saying “Sorry Jason. You had your shot(s). Now we need to throw some fresh new challengers at our Interwire Champion”. Or Jason let's consider this. Consider that if you do happen to make it to the end against me and still someone else, it could be one of the eliminated competitors, it could be Cameron herself. Consider that somebody might cheat out of spite? All just so you don't succeed. Hmm?

*glares towards the camera*

Rex McAllister: You see even though you make no foolish guarantees of victory. What you've done instead has seriously overplayed yourself while undermining the abilities and quality of the talent that will be in that ring with you on Showdown Jason. You speak of ambition being at the forefront of obtaining a goal, but you see ambition, it also has a dark, addictive side that’s rarely talked about. Something comparable to your obsession with becoming the next EAW Interwire Champion. The danger of what too much ambition can do. Well for one thing it can narrow the range of acceptable outcomes to the ridiculous, and then make anything less seem like utter failure. It’s irrational, but so are most forms of psychological addiction. You can’t break the spell merely by throwing logic at it. There’s not a graceful way to process a “loss”. Society generally only accepts the notion of “overly ambitious” when there’s a demonstrably large gap between perceived ability and desired outcome. In those cases, though, it’s much easier to shake off reaching for the stars and failing. That’s expected. But when the ambition is cranked up to the max due to prior accomplishments and success, it can easily provide only pressure and anxiety. When that’s the case, winning isn’t even nearly as sweet as the loss is bitter. When you expect to win, it’s merely a checked box if you do — after the initial rush of glory dies down. Over-dosing on ambition isn’t just an occupational hazard of sports. It goes for all walks of life. I’ve met many extremely accomplished people who’ve had the grave misfortune of reaching one too many of their goals, only to be saddled with an impossibly high baseline for success. It’s devoured their intrinsic motivation, leaving nothing but an increasingly impossible search for another fix of blow-it-out-the-park success. When that doesn’t happen, the withdrawal is serious bitch.

*chuckles*

Rex McAllister: (mockingly) But hey your former Elite Champion, a savy EAW ring veteran. So I am sure you already knew all this and have carefully thought about everything I have said all on your own. Hmm?

*laughs*

Rex McAllister: However, what you can count on Jason. Whether you make it to the end or be it that like I said everyone looks to eliminate you first. The ending? That doesn't change. That's the part where The Rex Master gets his hand held up high and is recognized in that moment as the new undisputed #1 contender for the EAW Interwire Championship. I may be a rookie in EAW but I can assure my time in the business before EAW has served me well. It has helped ME be just as ready for a match just like this as much as the next man. Ambition drives you Jason? For me? In my opinion it's the WILL. Let me ask you Jason. Every last one YOU? How about your respective wills? How strong is YOUR will? Your will to succeed, your will to win? The will to prepare, the will to push yourself further and higher and do it faster than EVERYBODY ELSE. In my opinion it's the WILL that controls the mind. In turn its the MIND that controls the BODY. If your will is not strong than you probably won't succeed, and you definitely will not win. Trust me I am somebody of who has walked over and through countless others by any means necessary, not worrying of the reprucussions, to get this far in my life. Believe that not for a single second of that match will I not look to get the upper hand in the battle royal. I'm more ruthless than I am dashing and on Showdown when I throw the last hapless blowhard over top it will be then that you all will finally realize what I am capable of. I am in EAW to succeed, to win, and win a lot. I'm one of those guys that won't look at second or third place as a moral victory. I'm the guy that is looking to etch his name into championship lore here in Elite Answers Wrestling. Try to stop me. See you on Showdown. Ta Ta for now LOSERS.

San Diego, California

(Cloud walks into her childhood home, immediately dropping her luggage by the door. An unanswered call for her mother showed that nobody was home at the moment. She heads upstairs, searching for her mother once more before going into her old bedroom. Inside her room Cloud finds everything was left the way it was since her last home visit. Several volleyball trophies stand on top of a dresser, with various video game and anime memorabilia scattered around them. Posters of various metal bands and rap artists are on the walls.)

Cloud: My other home away from home...

(Cloud sits on her bed and takes out her phone. A weird grin comes across her face when she sees her next match on Battleground.)


Ms. Raven Lee, it's been quite awhile since you and I last bump heads. I had a feeling our paths would cross sooner rather than later, so here we are. I could scoff at the idea of you finally getting a victory over me. I could roll my eyes at the thought of what kind of Slipknot-inspired threat are you going to throw my way. But, I'm going to refrain from such egotistical things Ms. Lee. Why? Because I've been watching you. I saw how you fared against Cailin Dillon. For such a short match, you've held your own. You're slowly but surely becoming a threat in the vixens division, a primal force of nature, a new face we 'other' ladies of the night should fear...

But it won't be enough.

Not against me Raven, I'm not susceptible to your pomp and circumstance. I've already looked the devil in the eye and it's not you honey. You can try your palor tricks on the Veena Adams, Sylvias, and Vanessa Holidays of the division, but not me. Not Cloud Matsuda, resident Sky Princess. Not the woman who beat you uno, dos, tres. You'll try your best to give me one hell of a battle, which I'll be ready for. You'll fight the good fight, but you'll fall short. Why? Because you're so obsessed with everyone seeing the monster on the outside you forget about the wrestler within. If you wish to stand a chance against me and win in less time than our competitors, than I suggest you come prepared for a match not a fright fest. 

"Our competitors". Sounds like we're team, huh? In a sick way we kind of are. No matter how badly we want to beat the tar out of each other, one of us have to land a victory as quickly as possible. I'm coming for your head Lee so I suggest you do the same. There's two former champions who want to reclaim what was taken from them, and two others who feel its their time. 

It's not their time Raven, it's ours. You're driven by your spite towards society and a burning desire to crush dreams. I'm driven by my eventual coronation as the resident Sky Queen of EAW. Let's use that to make this the greatest and quickest  match the universe has ever laid eyes on.

Just come as you are, not what you're not. If so, it'll be another case of 'been there, not that' with the following result:

Cloud - 2 Raven - 0

Ambition is an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment. To be ambitious, you have to have a lot of one specific thing; heart. Within your heart, you are obligated to want or need something more than anything you’ve ever thought of before. To be ambitious, your focus needs to be on that one specific thing you plan to achieve and nothing else. If you become distracted in any way, shape, or form, you will lose that focus and you will lose the achievement you sought after. There’s only one way to stay focused enough to strive for that achievement - or whatever it may be - and that’s strength. Strength is key to anything you could ever desire in life. Without strength, well, you’re weak. Plain and simply put. Strength is what pushes you through all the obstacles and leads you straight to your trophy or your prize, so to speak.

One goal, one heart, infinite strength.

I want to briefly discuss something with the EAW Universe at this time and I’m sure everyone knows what it’s about; The EAW Interwire Championship. Last week, Cameron Ella Ava and I put our will to the test in a hard fought battle that could’ve gone either way. She proved to the world that was not going to let that Title go and for that, I give her my respect. We trash talked each other, we cheated against each other, and when it was all said and done, Cam was able to beat me. Again, Cam, you have my respect. You put on a hell of a fight and you proved why you’re in the Hall of Fame, why you’re a multiple time Vixens Champion, and why you’re the current reigning EAW Interwire Champion. Like I said before, though, I will not stop until that Title is wrapped around my waist or placed on my shoulder. If you rewatch that Championship Match from last week, you’ll notice how I don’t quit. You’ll notice how it takes Cam to put me to sleep for her to win the match. I won’t quit. I’ll let someone break my bones before I quit and I’m pretty confident I proved just that last week. This week I get another shot to face Cam for the Interwire Championship and I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity slip through my fingers. Matches like this can end in ways you would never expect, but it’s time to step up to the plate and continue to chase the gold I’ve been searching for for over a month now. This isn’t the last you’ve seen of me, Cam. I look forward to facing you once again for the EAW Interwire Championship. Hope you watch carefully.

One goal.

To be victorious in a ten man battle royal, you have to outsmart each and every one of your opponents. You have to be aware of everything going on around you at all times. You can’t miss a beat, because the second you do, you will be eliminated. This match brings me back to the Grand Rampage of 2011. I went into that match as the Elite Champion, silenced the critics, the roster, and made it all the way to the final five that were left. I was standing in the ring with Rated R Shaman of Sexy, Robbie V, Mr. DEDEDE and Extreme Enigma. All Hall of Famers and all multiple time Champions of some sort throughout the years. I eliminated the likes of StarrStan, Devan Dubian and many others. I withstood the odds until I was screwed out of the match by StarrStan, where he used his Number One Contendership against me and pinned me in the ring, where I lost my Championship and seconds later, was eliminated from the Grand Rampage. Enough of the history lesson. The moral of the story is, I am familiar with matches just like this and I have more experience than anyone in this match. I’m not promising a win. Like I said, these matches can go any way. What I am saying is, I’ll be damned if I don’t win. Nine of you stand in my way from what my heart desires. Nine of you. I will do everything in my power to make sure all of your bodies drop to the floor, leaving me the last man standing to be named Number One Contender once again.

One heart.

Let’s evaluate the nine men that all want to be named Number One Contender. We’ll start from the bottom. Sephiroth… In my return to the Land of Elite, I defeated you and I beat the hell out of you. You thought you were the baddest wolf on the block and you honestly thought you could stand up to me and make me look bad in my return. I not only proved you wrong, but I made a statement to the rest of EAW out of you. Ever since that match, what have you accomplished? Hell, what have you accomplished at all since debuting here? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You want a shot at the Interwire Championship? Keep dreaming, kid. You got a long way to go before you can think Championship Gold. Moving along, who is David Meltzer? Seriously… I’ve never heard of this guy before. Whoever you are, David, good luck to you and let me know how getting tossed over the ropes feel. Then we have Luzmala. A member of Hexa-gun is instantly an enemy in my eyes. You all want something that you will not be able to achieve. You don’t have heart, you have the true definition of strength. I don’t have much to say about you, Luzmala, but I can say that this is not your time. Not even Hexa-gun can help you with this one. Now, RJ Caedus. Not only did you just win yourself a New Breed Championship match against the great Clark Duncan, you want to get a shot at the Interwire Championship, too. I respect that. I do. You show something that most of these Elitists don’t, and that’s will. This is either a sign of greed or just you not wanting to settle with what you’ve already earned. No matter the reason, there’s been no sign of you since your victory and when that bell rings and we’re all in the ring, I’m sure these competitors won’t let you stand long enough to realize what you’re up against. Next in line we have… Excuse me, I can’t control my laughter. Maxwell Dachs. What a joke. Now we have the newcomer, Brody Steele. Out of all the names mentioned so far, you were the first to speak about the match and you had some fine words to say about me. You know, you’re right. I shouldn’t be getting another chance. I’ve already been given two chances at the Interwire Championship and I’ve failed both times. Well, the first time Cam cheated, but I got back at her for that. The most recent she beat me fair and square, and I’ll give her that. What you should be focused on is how I’m not giving up. I won’t give up until that Title is mine and I’ve been proving that week in and week out. This is my third chance I will be getting and I can promise the outcome this time will be completely different. I respect you for your knowledge about me, you’ve surely done your research, but there’s one flaw to all of this. You can’t just do research and think you are better than someone just by that. You’ve never stepped into an EAW ring before, let alone with me. That will be your awakening and that will be your downfall.

Infinite strength.

Rex McAlister and Brayden Cruise. I saw what happened last week and that’s gotta suck. You prepared all week for a fake Title and your opponents don’t even show up to the ring. I get it, it’s pretty disheartening. Get your focus off of that, get your focus off of the King of Elite Tournament, and place your focus on the Number One Contendership for the Interwire Championship. That’s exactly what I was talking about earlier about being focused on the one thing that really matters. Rex, I’ve heard what you’ve had to say and to be truthful, you sound like a broken record. You keep repeating your name and your nicknames like that’s supposed to help you win a match? You’re right about one thing, you’re a fresh competitor. I’ll give you that. The problem with that is, you have no experience. Just like three-fourths of the other Elitists in this match. You don’t know what it’s like to be in the ring with me, or Cam, or hell even Zach Genesis. Neither you or Brayden do. You want to win, I get it. Everyone does. It’s in our nature to want something like that. No one wants to fail. The difference is, can you get the job done? Of course, how can I say that when I’ve had two chances already at the Interwire Championship. The answer is clear; ambition. I won’t give up until the Interwire Championship is mine. To go through nine of you will just make the end result of all of this even better. As for you, Brayden, it seems your focus is why you’re not in the King of Elite Tournament and not that you have a shot at the Interwire Championship. In a sense I can understand that. To be crowned King of EAW, it surely does sound nice. The point is, you aren’t in the Tournament. Get over it. You have an opportunity to face the Interwire Champion for the Title and you aren’t one hundred percent focused on that. I’m sure you’ll have something to say once I’m done here, but the fact of the matter is, YOU’RE the one that’s standing in MY way of that Championship, not the other way around. I look forward to stepping in the ring with you and showing you what it’s like to not get things handed to you. And lastly, Zach Genesis. Man, you took a beating last week, didn’t you? Your return to the Land of Elite, a standing ovation, then the unfortunate loss brought to you by Lioncross. I’m sure you were excited about that Tournament, weren’t you? To return and be placed in such a place should be an honor and you just let that go. I think it’s safe to say that you’re not the same Genesis you used to be. It’s okay, it happens. Maybe sometime soon you’ll get your feet wet again, but for now you’ll just have to get used to how the floor tastes, I suppose.

I won’t give in.

With all that being said and finally off my chest, I’ll leave you all with one final note. In your stint of being here in the Land of Elite, I’m sure you’ve seen what this place has to offer. There’s many opportunities and many chances to make a name out of yourself. All of you that have spoken have mentioned the chances I’ve been given at the Interwire Championship and I wouldn’t expect anything less. You’re leaving out some major details that I won’t get into right now. I’ll let you continue your research. Fact of the matter is, do you all have the heart, the strength, the focus to get through nine eliminations to be named Number One Contender? I do. I have the heart, strength, and focus to BE the Interwire Champion. I will be EAW Interwire Champion.

Bodies will be thrown all over the ring. Bodies will be thrown over the ropes. I will be the…


LAST! MAN! STANDING!

So what you're saying is you lost to me not once but twice because of "mental mistakes"? That's a load of crap. To me that sounds like an excuse. I'm better than you that's why I beat you twice. You're just not man enough to accept the blatant reality. You're not even man enough to step into the ring, look me dead in the eye and disrespect me like you have when I am not around. I bet when I beat you again tomorrow night you're going to use the same excuse again. You're going to say your supposed "mental mistakes" are to blame for your failures when the truth is you're just not good enough, you just don't have what it takes to tame the beast that dwells within me. A beast I will unleash come Dynasty. Because I just have to. I don't think you can beat me because you were unsuccessful at it twice, but a lot has changed ever since that night. A lot has transpired. Perhaps you're stronger now, better. So I won't make the mistake of underestimating you. But so am I, Carlos. I'm stronger, I am better than I was when we faced off. I have excelled as professional wrestler, I have reached heights I never in a million years thought I could reach. And I just keep getting stronger, I just keep getting better. I keep excelling, improving in every facet of this sport. Maybe you didn't get much recognition then because you just weren't deserving of it, Carlos. The world didn't acknowledge my potential to become great in this industry because I simply led the charge to keep Dynasty going. They recognized me because I was working my ass off. But you know nothing about hard work, do you? You've had a pretty successful career, you've had it easy. You act as if I was handed those title opportunities. I wasn't handed anything, I have worked hard for everything I have achieved. I have earned my opportunities. Hell, it took me more than six years to finally get to this point in my career. if you didn't want to be on the sidelines all the time, lingering in the shadows then you should have done something about it. Something to make the world see who you truly are and what you are capable of. But you didn't do anything, you settled for mediocrity, you settled for less. I got tired of waiting for a miracle to come my way so I went out there and I TOOK the miracle. The rest is history.. Now I am on the right track, on the road to become king. Despite your half-assed performances, despite all your shortcomings, despite everything you've said about them these people still respect you. You're severely mistaken about them. They have the power to create or destroy stars. If you get the wrestling world on your side? You GAIN the wrestling world for yourself. You become it's ruler, it's conqueror. You underestimate the power they have.

If you were such an expert at inflicting pain upon your adversaries and making them suffer, don't you think you would have damaged me at least a bit during our encounters? You constantly fail to cause me agony and you constantly fail to beat me every single time we meet in the ring. I dominated you and I will dominate you again tomorrow night. if I'm not special then, what am I? You refuse to acknowledge my superiority over you despite the fact I beat you before on more than on occasion, but after I destroy your personal King Of Elite aspirations you WILL accept it, you will acknowledge me as your superior.

You want to know why I REALLY want to win this tournament and subsequently become king? It's not because I want to usher in a new era of prosperity in EAW, it's not because I desire to inflate my own ego and this time it isn't for honor.. It's just something I NEED to do. You see, in the past couple of years I have been forced to watch my friends, my enemies, rivals become world champions before me while I stay in the sidelines, while I stayed lingering in the shadows - just like you, Carlos. It is my dream, my biggest aspiration, my PRIORITY. I need to accomplish this so I can be satisfied with myself. Because that championship gold is the proof I need to demonstrate how good I am. I know I am good enough, I know I don't have to win a championship to validate that. But to some people I do and while I don't care what my doubters and detractors think about me I just feel like I have to do this. It's also what a great majority of the EAW universe wants to see. It's unexplainable really. I just have to do it. For me, for them.

If you want to be the most complete wrestler in the world so badly then beat me. Show me how wrong I am about you. Show me that not only you have what it takes to beat me but to become king and world champion as well. Do it. Although I know you won't. You won't be successful, you will fail just like the last two times we met. You think you're exclusive to hard work, dedication and sacrifices? Well, you're not. I have worked just as hard as you have IF not harder.It's been nearly seven years, seven years since I embarked on a quest to become not the most complete wrestler in the world, but THE best in the world. The quest will culminate soon when I become king and world champion. Even if I have to DIE in the middle of that ring, even if it's the last thing I do in this life, I WILL become king... of ELITE.

[The camera pans from the corner of the living room over to Drastik seated in his chair, leg crossed over his lap, fingers tapping against the armrests as he looks toward a monitor across the room that is playing a video package of what Scott Oasis had to say about the upcoming match in the King of Elite tournament. As the package ends with the all-too-cliché “Sink” comment, Drastik flashes a smirk and turns off the monitor. He looks out the window for a moment, licking his teeth behind his lips and listening to the pitter-patter of the rain. Without breaking his focus outside of the window, he grabs his glass of whiskey and draws it to his lips, taking a sip before putting it back down. He smirks again without looking at the camera while it moves in closer to him and begins speaking.]
 
How could I ever be so foolish as to give you enough credit to think you’d do a little bit of research before trying to talk back to me? I get it Scott. You want to make this upcoming match a carbon copy of the match you were able to successfully win last week. You want to make me out to be some sort of Pizza Boy with a slightly higher ceiling. And in order to do that, you play the one card that only someone who hadn’t either been a part of or paid attention to EAW would play; you think that my talent doesn’t carry over because you believe my success happened just once, in ONE specific landscape, with ONE specific set of circumstances. That might be the case for others. You can look at guys like Kawajai who was a nobody for over a year and suddenly was thrown into the main event because of a lackluster group of superstars that EAW had going for them. Hell, you can even take someone who’s actually accomplished—someone like HRDO—and speculate that their success was great back when it happened, but wouldn’t have been able to be repeated in the modern day. There will always be this notion that the old school can’t hang with the new school. There will never be a legitimate, convincing way to compare Lebron James to Michael Jordan or Mickey Mantle to Mike Trout or Tom Brady to Joe Montana. And that’s simply because there’s no way to take player A and throw him into player B’s realm. That’s how most sports go. But here, we have a different case. We can take the guy in question—the guy you’re CONVINCED couldn’t really hold a candle in today’s version of Elite Answers Wrestling—and throw him right into the mix.
 
So you’ve got your guy who “hit his prime” in 2009, won two World Heavyweight Championships and then suddenly vanished soon thereafter and you throw him into the mix two years later—plenty enough time to know that 2009’s “greats” were long gone or at the very least, on their way out. You had new stars that weren’t even on the radar who were popping up in 2011, a totally different style of competition that seemed so different from two years prior that it’d seem impossible for someone to come back and get the job done AGAIN. But in spite of this, I returned to win ANOTHER World Heavyweight Championship, Scott, and even went on to main event Pain for Pride that same year, NEARLY winning the Grand Rampage match as the #2 entrant despite already being champion. Now if we stopped right there, we’d at least have a compelling argument that the person we’re talking about here not only had a successful and decorated career, but also one that proved to stand the test of time, no? But since I know you like to nit-pick, Scott—which is absolutely the focus of your last little video package highlighted by the whining about not having enough alcohol to celebrate a “big win” over EAW’s resident jobber—I’ll go ahead and give you another example of how I’ve withstood the test of time, the change of terrain, and the overturning of rosters. Two years AFTER I left this company yet again, right on the heels of my successful World Heavyweight Championship reign, I came back with a different look, a different name. I started right from the bottom to see just how quickly I could rise up to the top like I had done before. I was just as curious about it as you, Scott. I wasn’t totally convinced that I’d be able to hang with this new wave of wrestling with all of these new names and faces, prospects galore, champions carrying championships that I hadn’t even heard of. I was starting completely over from scratch and had to claw my way back to the main event, which regardless of what EAW might tell you about politics and whatnot, I absolutely earned. Don’t believe me? Then tell me who helped me win the 24/7 Battle Royal at Pain for Pride? Who advised me take on Liam Catterson the very next FPV at Midsummer Massacre for his Answers World Championship? Who helped me get the job done then, Scott? And if you don’t want to answer those questions, how about you answer me this: How was I able to get TWO more Answers World Championship reigns nearly two years after I had called it quits on this company if my talent doesn’t carry over and evolve from one year to the next? There won’t be any of the guys I beat for world titles that will sit back and tell you, with a straight face and a clean conscious, that I didn’t earn the titles that I took from them. From Y2Impact to Hurricane Hawk to Liam Catterson…faces of their own distinct times fell to ME and lost what THEY had because it turned out that I could hang and even dominate the best of them. And now, just two years from the last time I was here as EAW’s champion, I’m here again facing the same questions of whether or not I’m really cut out for this, if my skillset lends itself to this breed of wrestling.
 
Does this ring a bell?
 
[Drastik brings his hand over to the glass of whiskey and brings it to his lips once more, taking a longer sip before shutting his eyes and shaking his head. The only light in the room—the light from the lamp at the side table that Drastik has set his whiskey—glows across one half of his face. He puts the glass back down, leans forward, and this time, looks intently into the camera lens. He sits there in silence for a moment, blank expression, near-dead eyes, before speaking once more.]
 
Now, Scott, I understand why you need to fall back on this failed philosophy in order to convince yourself that what you’re walking into isn’t a challenge but merely a formality before you take “your” crown. Unfortunately, you mistook what I was saying before. While I do think that you’ve made a case for your own share of land in this adaption of Elite Answers Wrestling, I don’t see how you could possibly argue that anything you’ve done could compare to anything I’ve done during ANY point of my career. Would you rather have headlined an FPV and lost your shot at an Answers World Championship reign or gotten the job done against a Hall of Famer in Y2Impact? Would you rather have marketed Scott Oasis sippy-cups to toddler fans in the past year or hijacked EAW and LEFT with their two most prized championships despite the fact that management did EVERYTHING they could to try and get in the way? Sure you’ve had your rise in Elite Answers Wrestling and you should be proud of yourself for it, but instead of asking me if I can hang with this rendition of the company, why don’t you take a long look at my resume and tell me when I DIDN’T get the job done. Tell me, Scott, when exactly you think the roster was so weak that, given the opportunity, you would have been able to reap the same success that I had. And tell me, at what point in my career did I move SLOWER than you in getting to the main event—which isn’t even the final destination, mind you. I think that’s what is ultimately your biggest problem: you think that the stopwatch was clicked off and people are huddled around to see how quickly you’ve gotten to the top when you haven’t even really gotten there. The clock is still ticking and you’re still waiting for your ACTUAL, OBJECTIVE taste of success like I’ve felt over and over and over and over and over again across eight YEARS. You’ve proven to be nothing more than a glorified Speedy or a glorified JC Styles or any other guy who’s knocked on the door of success but been too much of a joke to get answered. So while you wait and while you keep knocking, while the clock keeps ticking and you wait for this shot at success that you apparently think is just going to be handed to you.
 
I’m going to take it again.
 
[In one motion, Drastik grabs his glass of whiskey and gets to his feet. A woman wearing his black satin robe walks into the room and he immediately embraces her before slipping his hand down to her backside and leading her out of the room, rounding the corner and heading upstairs. The camera backs away as he moves out of sight. The door upstairs slams shut and a lock is heard as the camera cuts to black. After a brief pause, white text flashes across the screen, only for a moment, before the package ends entirely.]
 

SAIL

 
I've never made an excuse.. I've always stated facts. Facts that have been proven time and time again. I was clearly being overlooked and I made an opportunity present itself and I took it. Since then, I've competed in main events and gave myself the opportunity to succeed. But you dare question me with these accusations that I don't man up to my faults? You dare question my legacy, James? When The Iconomy suffered it's drought I was the first to take responsibility and do you know what happened after that? We edged our way on the radar and conquered every opposition since. I not only took fault, but I did a complete 180 and began to kick every single obstacle down and marched on with the rest of The Iconomy which led to a higher level than we've ever been. 2015 was my first year in this company and I stood out more than any rookie of that year. My work is overlooked and it's not surprising to say the least. The Iconomy was about ushering in the next generation.. helping the newer elitist get the opportunities we weren't afforded that WE DID earn. Since then, Tig Kelly has won the National Elite Championship. Mark Michaels competed for that championship. Eclipse Diemos is in the KOE.. which I'm sure he'll blow that too but that's not the point here. The point is -- this company has gained a new perspective of looking to the newer elitist based off of my work. The reason you're still on the main card? That's MY work. The reason Donny Diamond is on the shelf and not booked due to him living past his timeline and a more deserving workhorse like The Pizza Boy is getting air time. People will ignore the fact that it's my work because that's the way this company operates and I understand that. This company will continue to repeat it's cycle and never learn from it's mistakes but the fact is.. it can be changed. Not even Mr. DeDeDe could do it but I did. I opened the eyes of this company that it's not just what was, but yet.. what's to come. Do you know what's coming, James?

An ass kicking of a lifetime.

Maybe this match does mean a little more than I tend to show, James. So what? Why would that mean even a little to you? What point would it prove to you? This match does mean something to me, James; just as every match does. I won't be the average person that says "2016 will be my year" because half of them said the same thing for 2015 and have nothing to show for it.. instead, I will show through my actions that this is the year of The Icon. My actions will silence the doubters and shut their mouths and listen to just what I have to say. Instead of me saying "This is my year." Allow me to say: This is year my voice will be heard the loudest. I will be the voice of 2016. So, James.. I guess you could say that this match shows great value to me. All week long it means something to everyone and that's finding their footing on a new year. All these reasoning's that you believe should show some purpose are wrong. You could try for the rest of your life but you will never know what it's like in the mind of a Icon. I set such a high standard for myself because I believe in no limitations! Setting a limit would serve no purpose to me and that is why I am and will forever be better than you. You're looking for an opportunity! I'm hunting for gold. No difference in levels here.. push all of that aside and all you have is a fight. Are you ready, James? Do you really think you have what it takes to beat a man who has been through wars with some of the alleged very best in this company? I will tear you apart. You seem pretty dead set on the very little information that you have on me. "What do you have to show for all your work?" Nothing. Is that the answer you wanted, James? Does that tickle your soft spot? Not a damn thing and it's not because of Board Of Directors.. No. It's because I put to much trust into a nuisance who completely destroyed all of the opportunities that Chris and I worked so hard for. That's in the past and I see a straight lane all the way through the tunnel, James. I've almost been here for One Year.. and I've competed in title matches within the first 3 months. Where's the ground that you stand on? At least being a contender is an achievement?! What have you done with your time here besides being a "Pure" Callboy waiting to find out which nobody you'll be facing the next week. My name came in the card with you.. seems lucky to receive such an opportunity. Keep making the mistake in seeing me as just another opposition.. and you'll learn sooner rather than later that there is no other JJ Silva.

What kills you, James, is that I've done more in the past 2 months here than you have in your entire life. That much sting a little, James.. considering you're suppose to be this Pure talent kind of guy.. but you really haven't amounted to anything thing other than Pure garbage. You keep saying you can beat me -- and I say go ahead and try! I encourage you and all I say in return is I've faced better and more creditable elitist and even they've failed. Don't let that discourage you because in the end -- there's nothing holding you back right? You aren't bounded by chains from this company and who knows! Maybe you'll have a title match next week because there is no one from the back dictating your placements on the card. You know, I can't tell if you're just very optimistic or just stupid. The Higher Ups -- they run this company and do what they see fit. They want to do what's been working and not look at what's been earned. We're in a dying era! The past is the past and because the veterans are still here the next generation has to sit and watch until they realize there time has been done since 2012! This isn't 2008. We don't need a Y2Impact. We don't need a Heart Break Gal and we sure as hell don't need some rippled up Rated R Shaman Of Sexy douche bag with a napoleon complex running around here. What we need is change. I'm done saying and 2016 is about doing. I've always been very fond of this microphone.. but now, I'm putting it down. I'm putting it down and I'm going to show each and every person in the back just what they missed in 2015... and I'm going to do so INSPITE of every single one of the higher ups dried up mindset. 2016 will be a year for the record books.. it'll consist of something that nobody has done before.. EAW will stop it's cycle and look into the eyes of change. This company will be turned upside down and be introduced to a whole new style of dominance.. And it all starts with --

 James Seymour.

(The video begins as we are taken back to the first Dynasty of 2016, showing us highlights of Scott Oasis vs The Pizza Boy.  We reach the closing moments of the contest as things had been going back and forth up to this point until Pizza Boy attempts to charge at Scott, ending up getting caught with a hard superman punch to the jaw. It switches away from highlight form as the audio begins to become more and more clear and the effects start to fade away, showing the finish unedited to emphasize the events of what happened.)


Deadprez: BEFORE PIZZA BOY COULD EVEN FALL LIFELESSLY TO THE MAT— OASIS CATCHES HIM, AND TUCKS HIS LEG IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HE LIFTS PIZZA BOY UP! THE PILEDRIVER! THE PILEDRIVER CONNECTS! THIS MAY BE IT! OASIS MIGHT ADVANCE OFF THIS… HE COVERS!


“ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!........ TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!...... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”


(The bell rings as Scott Oasis gets up and has his hands raised in victory. We are able to see unused camera angles from the Dynasty taping, giving us a view of the crowd. The angles reveal several post match reactions from the fans as they are shocked at the aftermath. )


Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and advancing into the Quarter-Finals of the King of Elite tournament!!!… SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OASISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!


(As those words are spoken, the audio turns distorted and the video becomes fuzzy once again before suddenly cutting. When the picture finally returns, an exhausted Scott Oasis is breathing heavily as he walks up the ramp, through the curtains and into the backstage area. He keeps going until he makes it to his locker room, where is met with a hug by his manager Grace.)


Grace: I was watching you out there the whole time, you looked better than ever. You demolished Pizza Boy! Nobody is going to stop you, Scott. Anyone who crosses you in that tournament is going to end up the same way!


Scott Oasis: You’re damn right, that was only a sign of things to come. Enough talking though, I don’t want to waste anymore time, now is the time for celebration! I’m running through everybody on my way to the crown and tonight proved I am more than ready!


Grace: I’ll wait outside then. You get dressed.


(Grace gives Scott a smile before walking out the door. We cut to a few minutes later as Scott Oasis and Grace meet in the parking lot, get in their car and head over to a local night club. They sit in the VIP section and order a bottle of wine. One of the club attendants arrives with the bottle and pours some into a glass for each of them. Scott takes a sip and pushes it away before yanking the bottle off the table, tossing it to the side.)


Scott Oasis: No, no, don’t you get it? I told you when I came in here, this is meant to be a celebration! I’m going to need something stronger. You there, come back!


(Scott grabs the attendant by his vest and pulls him back to the section.)


Attendant: What is it sir?


Scott Oasis: This wine won’t do it for me. Get me the strongest whiskey you got, hell, give me every bottle you can find behind the counter!


Attendant: Are you sure that first glass didn’t get to you? The price for all of that would be insane! You must not understand how expensive --


Scott Oasis: I understand and I don’t care! Money isn’t a problem when becoming a king!


(The drinks start coming in as Scott Oasis and Grace toast.)


Scott Oasis: To a new year! 2016 is going to be the year of Oasis!


(The partying continues as the screen fades out into Scott Oasis later in the week, sitting in a chair for an interview.)
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I was right once again, at this point it’s hard to doubt my claims.


The first weekend of 2016 has come and gone along with the first round of King of Elite ; the first round of what many say is the hardest King of Elite tournament in history. As we saw the matches happen and watched the participants walk down the ramp one by one, it was a who’s who of top guys in EAW, arguably the greatest collection of talent ever. We witnessed a collection of Elitists so great that in that first round, we saw Hall of Famers, World Champions, some of the most accomplished people in EAW, people that were thought to be frontrunners to win the tournament ; we got to see them get knocked off right at the very beginning. It’s almost mind blowing when you think about it. A tournament so stacked that The Heart Break Boy and Zack Crash went out, that Xavier Williams and Thomas Minns were eliminated over on Showdown, and Nick Angel and Liam Catterson, the two most experienced in their bracket got out first. For that caliber of talent to all have taken the boot while I’m still in it and able to say that I survived, that I can live to fight another day and placed above them, it tells you one thing : It tells you that I am just that damn good, a fact which I have known long before the tournament even started. Don’t take it as cockiness when I say that I am what an athlete should looks like, check out the effort I put in, the performances I’ve delivered night after night! I should be what is expected out of the roster here in EAW. I look at this tournament and I see a lot of accolades and experience, several competitors who have great past successes, but look at that word: “past”. The thing that comes to mind when watching those guys in the ring is the question of “what have you done for me lately?”. This so-called "Group of Death" I'm supposed to be so worried about is full of wrestlers working past their expiration date, coasting purely off of name value. Watch the matches last week on Dynasty, were you really seeing the same quality wrestlers you once admired? The work being put in just isn't up to snuff. Last week I talked about the qualities needed of a king and right now I am not seeing any of those qualities being met. A king is someone you should fear, someone who you can 100% get behind and know that he is fit for his position because he, himself is at his very best. You can’t say that for a majority of this bracket, most of the options left would make for less than sufficient kings. Kings who wouldn’t know what to do with their power, who can’t handle having to match the standard left by their predecessors . Patheticness like that is nothing to sweat, if anything at all, it only makes me angry at the pure disrespect of talents like me, by putting those clowns in. It's bad enough that we have pretenders trying to act as if they are worthy of the crown, now we have the king's of old desperately trying to hold onto the throne when they are incapable of maintaining their kingdom ; incapable of holding up to the status they once held. That brings me to my opponent, Drastik.


Nobody has seen or heard from this guy in about a year and a half, but then out of nowhere, he all of a sudden returns and immediately starts making grabs for attention. He comes out wanting big deals, saying he wants world championships, pretty much wanting the red carpet to be rolled out for him so he can feel like a star. He doesn’t just want all of this either, he feels that he deserves it. He feels that he can vanish from EAW for almost two years and come back and win King Of Elite right off the bat. He’s a lot like Pizza Boy in a way. A man whose legitimacy is entirely based on the hype surrounding him. He deludes himself into thinking that because he was able to call himself a World Champion in 2012, that carries over four years later. You and the rest of the old guard need to get this fact through your skulls : This isn’t the same EAW that you were once in. Understand that, Drastik. Half the roster that you faced is no longer even here, it’s a new landscape. You dominated EAW at a time where all we could muster up for title contenders were men like Liam Catterson, Ventura and Scott Diamond. Three guys who like you had made comebacks. Fast forward to now for an update, Liam Catterson is losing to rookies who have spent most of their time in tag matches, Ventura has come and gone with a whimper, and Scott Diamond got his shit kicked in by Cam so bad he was too much of a pussy to even show up for his Hall of Fame induction. A great bunch there, really proves your credibility. Wins over Captain Charisma and yearly busts like Hurricane Hawk aren’t much to brag about either.


I guess I shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions yet because you claimed you were different though. Apparently you haven’t missed a beat at all, you are still a winner! Hard to deny it after your return but -- Wait! Common sense has kicked in! How the hell can you say that after only winning one match? Heart Break Boy, Jaywalker, JV, Liam, Scott Diamond, they all came in hot the same way that you did, but when given the time they met their match and got exposed. You beat Rhaegar, someone who hasn’t really been properly trained, just a low rate fighter from a village of savages with about six months of wrestling and nothing of note under his belt. Even with what should have been a major difference in skill, Rhaegar almost defeated you in record time, and with ease for that matter. He had you hoisted up for The Darkness of Hades, ready to finish the match. That would have been the end for you if it wasn’t for the help of Tig Kelly.  Say it all you want, that match was not “ring rust”, that match was a disappointment. It was sad to see you enter that ring thinking that you can still hang, being unable to go five minutes with one of the newer talents without spending the majority of your time looking at the lights at they attacked you. Up until the miracle Tig provided you with,  you only were able to string together three moves out of that entire match. You were beaten down, exhausted, it grew obvious that you don’t have the same conditioning you once had. I don’t mean this to offend, don’t get it wrong, I used to love watching you, Drastik. I just think that your ego has twisted how things really are in reality to whatever favors you.


That reminds me, quick question, pal. How were you and me not in the same boat at one point or another? You act as if I were another product of the system that was happily put into the main event scene, that I didn’t have to take it the same way you did, and might I add, faster than you ever could have. My recent rise was all my doing and nobody else’s. I didn’t need help or a weak roster, like it or not, there’s a reason why I was able to reach the FPV headlines as quick as I did. When I go for something, I make sure to get it done the first time. I do not come after my target ill prepared. Look back at my work. Every move I made, I did it with certainty. I don’t like failure, Drastik. I would never set myself up in a situation where success isn’t all but guaranteed. Do you think that I haven’t been scouting? Thinking this out and planning for every situation possible? As soon as I saw this bracket I knew I could very well -- no, that I WILL win it all. The truth is this that this match -- this “tall order” I have in front of me, sums up the competition I have to run through. Names. Just names. Popularity and past accolades is what got them to where they are on now but it isn’t what will get the job done for them in the future and it isn’t what is going to defeat Scott Oasis! Nothing will. Drastik I’m knocking you off and taking care of yet another issue with this business. A new era has begun, it’s out with the old and in with the new. Let the cleansing begin.


SAIL?


Sink.

Showdown Promo I

The video opens to a basin of water. The liquid is slow moving as well as soothing, due to the tranquillity and pleasantness of how it moved. It is quite scenic. The undisturbed essence of the shot remained, but the camera panned out to reveal a river, which was within a city, this could be distinguished as the riverbank was made from bricks; a grey shade, and not mud. Our image shifts up; it is clear we are in Russia now, the river which the video focused on was the Moskva river, or P. Mockva, as it was locally acknowledged as. A front the shot now was St. Basil's cathedral, so wherever the scene was being recorded from was past the southern side of the red square, due to how close the river Moskva was. The symbolic, stunning array of colours and patterns of the Cathedral rose up and dominated the Moscow skyline. It really was iconic for Russian' folk, and a plentiful credit to architects of Russia. 


Any local would know where this telegenic was being filmed from, the Baltschug Kempinski. It was a five star hotel, and quite cheap when thought about, as quick access could be made to the Red Square, St. Basil's cathedral and of course, the Kremlin. Our camera swoops around into the hotel where individual holding the camera had been stationed. They take steps, the camera picking up sounds of high heels, and position the lens to focus on a bed. It is large, the sheets a cream-white and satin, looking at soft as clouds and as elegant to touch as velvet. The camera spins around, Sheridan Muller is placing herself on the bed. Her hair is tied back, it appeared washed; and in a plait. Eyes are deep blue, captivating, her lashes briefly bat to a close, in addition to her large, parasol pink, plump lips push outwards into a pout. It is to be assumed the German-born flew alone in comparison to the other vixens and males of the EAW roster who would be competing on Saturday, she was here early. It seems she has a singular hotel room, also. The camera pans to focus on her suitcase and her leather, black heels, which ride up to her kneecaps, she begins to speak. 


'' Ich verabscheuen Russia. '' Pause, a loud, stressed sigh can be heard from Sheridan. Her legs extend some more and the altitude of the camera drops. It is to be thought she has lay fully on the bed now. '' Actually, I loathe Russia. Tatsachlich, ich brachen Russland auf umkommen. '' Sheridan swallows, it was evident the buxom blonde is very unhappy that EAW have ordered her presense here, it was definitely not what the foreign vixen needed so early into her career. '' On Saturday, in the megasport arena, I will dominate the match I have been assigned to. This is the truth. I have been placed to team with Silence... '' A sudden stop, conjectured that Sheridan's video recorder was having technical difficulties, although Sheridan was just pondering how stupid a name 'Silence' was. '' .. Along with Alexis. Now, some part of me thinks Alexis isn't going to be... Best pleased with how our previous match went. Of course professionalism is to be expected, I wouldn't want Alexis to try sneak attack me and for myself to beat the conciousness out of her. Of course, with the elimination stipulation added to our three verses three bout, I hope she isn't stupid enough to hold a grudge. '' Sheridan's sentence ends, from previous videos from herself it's been collected the German isn't the best when it comes to speaking English-American tongue, or speaking at all, as a matter of fact. A knock at the door interrupts the sounds of silence. She sits up, and collides her leather, knee-high boots with the flooring of her hotel room. '' Anyhow, if you are a betting man, expect a win from yours truly. '' Brushing blonde streaks of hair behind her ear, she swayed towards the white painted door from which the knock was sounded from. A smirk forms upon her face. ''Abschiedsgrub. '' 


The video comes to a halt.

A week ago I did precisely what I said will happen I crushed Thomas Minns did I vanquish him as well as I have progressed into the quarter finals however two men, two numb-skulls stand before me attempting to hinder the way of a ruler and his throne. I find it ironic how karma comes back to bite people in the ass, the week before I was cheated a victory and now last week I was handed the victory thanks to my pure skills and ability. But this week is different because we are going to tussle in a triple treat match. Once again TLA I advise you to choose your words wisely. Those within those ropes tend to maybe become strange and deranged, but they are also pure evil and waiting for a chance to feed their darkest fantasies within them. I'm sure they would be happy to use you should I give the word, I haven’t given my life away yet because I am still conscious I am still the man who will end this ring around that you’ve been going through. The Guild of Vendetta is not a cult, we are a place for pure of heart to get together and waiting for our calling in this life that we call living. A waiting room for hell if you will a room where I reconcile with the ancestral spirits to guide the poor defenseless souls such as yours. We aren’t going to be wrestling this week instead it’s going to be a fight… A fight that I won’t lose until I cause emotional, psychological and physical damage to you. I want to make sure that you receive the scares of Babylon the scares that your so called “savior” Jesus Christ felt when he was crucified on that cross, oh what a shame if only he could see the world as it is now, see that his sacrifice has gone to shame people his “people” are still sinning, his people are still killing one another and disregarding his word. But Jesus I can help you if you just accept me into that kingdom you live in, all you have to do is give me the title Messiah and I promise that I will lead these people of this world into Babylon I will spread your word and my word until it is understood by any means necessary.
 
This is why I am here at this tournament to help change things and make a statement. Is that so hard to believe TLA? Some of us crave the chance to move on from the bottom of the barrel where our suppressers have placed us and embrace an eternity of livelihood but also an eternity of good. TLA you maybe merely planning on passing on to the afterlife and being tortured forever more in hell, but by you stepping into this ring with me I will be the ones doing the torturing. Our destiny is to be the instigators, the leaders we will have the pleasure of feeding our faith within on all of those sinful souls consigned to hell. That is why I am claiming the power hat Lannister will soon relinquish! The power to change this world and make it a better place the change to make these foul disgusting creatures you call people to understand my word! Jesus came unto this earth thousands of years ago and he preached peace but they still seem to deny you in front of their friends and they deny you from their lives which is why with my act of diligence they will understand and it will all start with the beheading of every competitor in this King of Elite tournament,. The thing about you TLA is that you could be more than a pest and hypocrite in this world, you could be one of my kinsmen as I offered you before all you have to do is take in my word and all will be righteous in your life during your stay in EAW. Here’s a question do you think Ares was born evil? Don't make me laugh. He is the epitome of everything the Family of Vendetta hates which is why I had to banish him to Voltage. He craves fame, fortune and the adulation of the public. He will however serve a purpose. Ares Vendetta will be an example of what we the House can do. An example of the type of pure evil and sheer physical beatings the home will be handing out. My goal is to beat people down to see their broken bodies, hear them beg for mercy and then I look into their eyes to see if they are worthy to enter the kingdom. My way of helping may look savage but don’t worry it will help this world in the long run, King of Elite 2016 will belong to one man and will belong to your new king.

[The scene opens up with the camera moving up a driveway toward a balcony that wraps around the house and overlooks the city and the bay. As the camera settles, the curtain behind the balcony door pulls away and the glass door slides open. Drastik, dressed only in a black satin robe steps out onto the balcony while the silhouette of a woman moves behind the bedroom curtains. Drastik shuts the door and paces slowly toward the railing, resting his right arm on the barrier and gripping the ledge.]
 
Last Friday night, despite some moments of brief ring-rust, I was able to stick to my promise of getting the job done. I managed to keep focus on what I was after while my opponent lost sight of the prize he once seemed so dedicated toward. And as a result of his negligence, I was able to capitalize. It goes without saying that the first win is always the toughest to come by; once you get your first taste of success in whatever phase of your life, you know that you’ve got to keep on tasting it whenever and however you possibly can. But in this case, the celebration can only be brief because this wasn’t the last stop—this wasn’t the last taste. This was the first of a series of statements that I’ll be making to Elite Answers Wrestling over the course of the next month, specifically, and—moving forward, past that—for the months to come leading through Pain for Pride. The statement is as simple as it gets: no matter the landscape of this industry, no matter the competitors that stand in my way, no matter how much adversity there may seem to be that would prevent me from picking up RIGHT where I left off, I will continually prove that my excellence is timeless. And I will prove that that first moment of success I tasted eight years ago is still driving me to continue succeeding. That may sound like inspirational mumbo jumbo, but it’s so much more powerful than that. I can feel that taste stuck to the roof of my mouth every single time I see opportunity flash in front of me. It’s an addiction—an addiction that I’ve grown fondly alongside—and I intend to continue feeding it.
 
The seeds of this same addiction are planted in competitors in this industry every single week, and you can see that addiction grow in them similar to how it’s grown in me. When I look at the guy that I’m slated against next week, I see, essentially, a less developed version of myself. There’s the same hunger for that success, the same bitterness that came with not capture things, and most of all, this idea that the world has chosen a select few to spoon feed and coddle all the way until they eventually die. Like me, Scott Oasis, you let this bitterness fester in you to the point where you think you actually deserve things. You had your fun as the Interwire Champion, but when that ran it’s course, you decided you were tired of hearing people say that that’s all you would amount to. And after a couple brief try-out stints at world championship matches, you find yourself here, just days away from standing toe to toe with me in the ring where I’ve not only built my legacy but actually succeeded in accruing FIVE world championships. That’s where it’s different between us, Scott; no matter how much we share in common in terms of our fervor and our lust for finally getting what we believe we deserve, I’m the only one that consistently control it. I’m the one that can come back to this company and TAKE what I believe is rightfully mine. I’m the one that can’t be stopped. Sure, we both hear the same things. “You can’t overcome this. This isn’t yours to win.” But the difference—and a distinct difference that you need to begin realizing, Scott—is that I’ve PROVEN time and time again that when I strike, the moment is ALWAYS mine. And that won’t be changing this time either.
 
[Drastik realizes that he’s gripping the bannister now and loosens, pulling his hand away for a moment to rub his hands together. He stops gritting his teeth and looks back at the curtains, swaying back and forth as if someone were right behind them before taking a deep breath and getting back to what he was saying.]
 
I acknowledge that you haven’t stopped working since the day you came to this company and realized that there was a very real possibility where you’d be out the door before you even got your name down in the history books as a champion of any kind, but you’ve entered into a realm that is completely different than anything you’re used to. You were able to overcome Pizza Boy—an adorable name, by the way, Elite Answers Wrestling…I hope you’re proud of yourself in glorifying a bottom-feeder in order to amuse the crowds and give them something to blindly root for despite the fact he’s not anything near legitimate competition. And even before him, you were able to get yourself into matches with some of the best competitors in Elite Answers Wrestling today. But the best of today, I can assure you, is not as good as the best of yesterday. While many of those names and faces have fallen off or haven eroded with time—the likes of Jaywalker and Heart Break Boy, specifically, who can’t seem to get it done anymore, but even Mr. DEDEDE and Y2Impact who aren’t close to what they once were—there remains one that has not shown ANY indication of missing a beat since he began his career years and years ago. What you’re getting yourself into this coming Friday, Scott Oasis, is a match against a man that was and is better than anything you’ve come across in your entire wrestling career. This isn’t ego fueling my argument either. In fact, if you don’t believe the words coming out of my mouth and you want to sit back and keep on stroking yourself for putting away a skinny joke in a bow tie, be my guest; you can just listen to the people that continue showing up to these live events, listen to the podcasts and the read the blogs of people who are supposed to hate me because of my disrespect toward this industry, feel the haziness of the locker room now compared to how it was when I wasn’t around…The world knows what I am, Scott, and they know what I’m capable of every time I come back. Each time I return, it’s with an agenda that always keeps me one step ahead of the person that tries to get in front of me and with the certainty that I WILL be getting what I want out of this return.
 
Unfortunately for you, you’ve found yourself in the way of what I want. And while I recognize that I’m not the only one that wants this—I assume, from what I’ve heard from you, that you want this too—I’ve got something that sets us apart. You had your taste of what it’s like to headline FPVs, to get your face plastered on commercials and posters, and to be made out to be some sort of charismatic common man turned superstar. Those are all things that you got for being a part of the system—for being loyal and waiting your turn. But every time I’ve been put on something, promoted to be the face of this company, sold as the biggest ticket item on the card, it was done with absolute reluctance; nobody upstairs WANTS to see me succeed because they know I don’t fall in line with what they’re trying to promote. They don’t want me to be the top dog anymore. They don’t want my t-shirts to sell. They don’t want to see me wrestle. They don’t even want to hear my name mentioned on the broadcast.
 
But their hand was forced.
 
And now I’m back and they’re going to continue being force-fed exactly what I’m about. They’ll have their wrists gripped and their hands guided until I’m back to being their top dog whether they like it or not because that’s where the money’s at and that’s nothing short of the truth of the matter. I AM the top dog. I AM the Best in the World. And as much as anyone and everyone hates admitting it, they can’t stop themselves from chanting it while I ascend to what will eventually be MY throne.
 
[The sliding glass door opens up slightly and Drastik cocks his head toward it, smirking when he realizes what the noise was. He readjusts his robe and looks back up at the night sky before heading back into the home, turning one last time toward the camera before running a hand quickly through his hair and slipping behind the curtain. The door shuts and the camera pulls away, eventually turning to black. White text flashes on the screen and then mellows out completely into the blackness for good.]
 

SAIL

SHOWDOWN-DISSECTING THE COMPETITION

Scenes pans to Rex McAllister as he skims over the EAW Website, the Showdown Roster profiles section, having been in the middle of some hard-concentrated research. 
 
Rex McAllister: I've researched RJ. Caedus, Mr. Dave Meltzer and Mr. Steel so far. Let's see who else we can find on here.
 
Scene fades out and then back in again to Rex entering his personal gym.  But before he gets a nice workout session in, he decides to give his insight about his battle royal opponents.
 
Rex McAllister: Well, I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to mention every other loser in this matchup and before any of them get bent out of shape about it, they should know that it isn't intended to be an insult but rather a fact that they're all going to have to live with. Why you might ask? Well the answer is very simple but since it's Special Olympics time.  I'll spell it out for all you r-tards out there. Here it is. Battle Royal. 10 men enter. 9 losers get thrown over the top rope.  One winner. That being ME. Are we clear here? Or should I explain it again with puppets this time?
 
Since there's only a 10% chance that anyone can advance, slim as that may be for most others, I'll do you people who cling to my every word the favor of addressing everyone in the starting line-up of EAW's all-star Battle Royale! 
 
Where? Oh, I say where to begin? How about with the beginner.  A newbie of EAW like myself, The Silent Assassin. Sephiroth.  An energetic rough neck who's greener than cucumber slices. Sephiroth might have potential to break through that mid-card ceiling but he is too rough around the edges right now, pun intended, and once he gets those rough spots smoothed out, he just might make himself a viable contender for me to beat one day. Right now? He poses little to no threat and it will stay that way until he proves everyone, including these moronic fans otherwise. So he best get to buffering if Sephiroth you have any aspirations of sharing the ring with the pedigree of someone like moi. Oh and b.t.w.? We're all glad to see you taking some time off from running your mouth too. The only exercise we've seen from you so far is that motor mouth. Stick to social media and leave the wrestling to those of us who actually know what we're doing. Moving on.
 
Next we have RJ Caedus.  The man has the potential I guess.  He is an underdog but unlike loudmouth Sephiroth he isn't barking much about it and that makes him dangerous in my eyes. However at the end of the day there's a reason why he's considered an underdog, and that's because nobody expects him to win. Which ultimately means he is viewed as a loser. That's right a la-who-za-her. You see RJ in this business perception is reality. Nothing to lose and everything to gain, right? Such is the case for everyone in this match, and yes pun intended. 
 
*Cracks a cocky smirk at his own confident wittiness and banter*
 
Rex McAllister: It all comes down to who wants it most and this Saturday everyone will see that nobody wants it more than me.  Next we have Jason Cage. A smart, cerebral competitor who knows all too well how to play the human game of chess and operate in the squared circle. A possible potential break through superstar in his own right. Maybe. Winner of the battle royal? Not likely. Those rights are reserved for yours truly. The Rex Master.  Cage you had your chances.  Two if I can recall correctly.  It's time for someone else to show they can get the job done.  Someone fresh and someone who knows how to succeed and lastly, how to win when the chips are on the line.  
 
Next we have the Brody Steele. He's a big rambling loser who's egotistical attitude suggests he's dumber than a box of rocks. Looking past me and onto Cage and Zach Genesis is a big no-no you big-stupid douche. Solving all problems through violence might work for you most the time but this is a thinking man's game and as i'm sure you know, there's more to wrestling entertainment than just bashing in someone's skull. I recognize and acknowledge the threat you may pose but I feel it's only fair to make you aware that'll i'll be there in that ring ready for whoever is put in front of me, including you Steele. So if you still have any delusions of winning then maybe you should start preparing for me.
 
Next we have the underachievers. Starting with Zach Genesis. A talented performer, which according to my sources has a history of choking in clutch moments and it just doesn't get any more clutch then this Saturday on Showdown. You may be the best competitor in your own mind, perhaps you'll even move on to become the final loser thrown over the top rope by me. Even then though as you know just as well as I and the rest of us, that's far as you're going before you get thrown over the top rope and flat on your ass.
 
Dave Meltzer. A vicious competitor with a thirst for blood and success. Something he'll have to quench on another stage, on another night. 
 
Luzmala. I'll be suprised if you make it longer than simply entering the ring but if you do, i expect you to dazzle us. 
 
B.A.D. Nobody would be shocked if you came out wearing warning tape with a name like that. Much Like Luz my expectations of your success are lower than your wages.
 
Rex McAllister: Lastly, and least we have Maxwell Dach. He’s one of the DCW blowhards.  He's brash, young, headstrong and angry. a powder keg in the size of a firecracker, just waiting for the slightest excuse to explode into expletives and threats. Much like the firecracker, he'll go out with a bang. Over the top you go.
 
Ohh, darn it!  (pounds his head)  I’m forgetting somebody.  I am positive there is someone I’m missing here…sss..ohh. Wait, wait.  It’s coming to me…give me a sec here.  Oh, riiiggghttt!  Brayden. (sounding patronizing) Oh yes, little BIG TALK Brayden Cruise.  Dances and prances in the ring like Tarzan swings from tree-to-tree,  Probably will scream like Jane when he loses too. All joking aside. Cruise is a proven commodity, elsewhere apparently, with pure god given talent, according only to himself, not as much as me of course but enough to get recognized as the potential favorite to walk out of the battle royal the winner I suppose.  Time will tell Brayden.  Time will tell.  Bring your technical skills and bring your hardcore attitude and bring a change of clothes because there's a good chance that you'll be heading back to the locker room early.
 
*flashes sly grin*
 
So to sum it all up. What do we have? Sleepers. A group of pathetic, boring, underachieving LOSERS.  A mesh of young and veteran talent blessed with skill, just not enough to get past me.  I’m just giving you the facts. 
 
The Era of The Rex Master has begun in EAW and this soon to be rookie of the year will walk out of Showdown, MVP!  The soon-to-be #1 Contender to the Interwire Championship, and future EAW Interwire Champion. Now I believe you camera people have wasted enough of my time for now. Ta Ta For Now, losers. Oh and F.Y.I. That goes for all nine of you vying for what will be mine. Just in case you weren't smart enough to figure that out. Come Showdown? I'll be looking my best and ready to do my worst. You are looking at the next #1 contender for the coveted EAW Interwire Championship.  Bank on it. You don’t have to like it, but you will have to DAMN SURE get used to it.  PERIOD.
 
*He laughs arrogantly and gives a shoeing hand gesture leaving the camera to fade out to EAW Logo*
 
***SCENE ENDS***

SHOWDOWN-PROMO #1--WHATEVER IT TAKES

Scene pans to Rex McAllister at his home in Allentown, New Jersey sitting and waiting to address the EAW masses. But more importantly his opinions and thoughts as it pertains to the Battle Royal to take place on Showdown. We actually catch him a few seconds late as he is already talking….

So I keep mentioning success. I keep mentioning how it drives me in everything I do whether it be an athletic contest or simply getting to the next peak in my life that I had always strived for. Whatever the case may be I have always put my petal to the metal at max speed ahead once all my carefully laid out thoughts and plans have been recognized. Once I have come to recognize what I want and how to get it. Then it becomes about seizing the moment when it arrives. Seizing the opportunity and never looking back. Having full non-wavering confidence that I can get the job done.

This week I am scheduled on Showdown to participate in this Battle Royal for the right to become the #1 contender for the EAW Interwire Championship. It’s crazy. Crazy because I look at myself and then at the other nine blowhards in this contest and think. Man I have got this. Piece of cake. But that is mostly my egotistical side talking. The side that I that I let out in full tilt when I am most definitely sure I can succeed at something and succeed at it better than the next person, and the next, and the next, and so forth. However, my brain trust serves me well. I know better than to think such foolishness. It comes from hard-won experience. Never underestimate the heart of a competitor. That can work either way of course. Believe me my heart is strong, my will is strong, my confidence is high, and no single loss can diminish that. No loss can sink me so low as to believe I am not good enough. I wouldn’t be here if that was the case.

Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I’m doing. When I get to that ring it will be all business. I will be ready for anything and anybody looking to throw The Rex Master over the top rope. I won’t go quietly I can assure each and every last one of my opponents in that ring. When I’m in my groove there is no thinking. Everything just happens. All the planning and thinking I have already done. When I get in that ring it will be just a matter of keeping it fresh in my mind as that match extends longer and longer.

My thought process will depend on the situation. What I must do to hang on to those ropes for dear life if I’m in trouble, and about to be eliminated. What I must do if I have a guy in the same predicament. How to pace myself in the match that could go on for 10 minutes or 30 minutes or longer. Being aware of where I am at all the times in that ring in the match. These are just a few things in my thought process. Trust me, I know what I am doing in that ring. In life, we choose whether or not we want to be a winner or a loser. I made the decision long ago that I would never let failure define me. With the #1 contendership on the line for the right to face the Interwire Champion you can bet that The Rex Master will bring his “A” game. Not his “B” game or lower because there is no such thing to me. Going at it 100% won’t cut it. That is the level the others will be at. I need to be jacked-up. Jacked all the way to 200%. I am determined to set myself apart from everybody else. My Rexcellence will shine bright for all to see. I won’t be outshined by anybody. Not Cage, not Genesis, not Dach, not Brayden, not Sephiroth, none of the blowhards in the match. NONE OF THEM. BECAUSE NONE OF THEM WILL HAVE MY DRIVE OR MY WILL TO WIN THIS MATCH. I AM GOING TO SHOWDOWN TO WIN!!! THAT IS IT!!! The others can say otherwise all they want. The Rex Master is here in EAW full-tilt now. I made the decision to put the fine-dining, the vacation days off, and put the time in for this match. Put to work my mind, body, and soul for the moment coming up on Showdown. Match me blow for blow if you can gentlemen, but understand that when it is all said and done it will be The Rex Master, The Rexcellent One. ME.. I will be the lone survivor in that ring. You’ve got to win in your mind before you win in your life. There is no room for losing. You either win and learn or you simply learn. THAT IS IT. So if I don’t win, it won’t be because I didn’t prepare properly. It won’t be because I didn’t think things through. It won’t be because I lacked heart. If I don’t win for some reason I just want to look at myself in the mirror, win or lose, and know I gave it everything I had. More to come. Ta Ta for now losers.