[A seething Y2Impact is seen listening to and playing back the words of other elitists in the Grand Rampage, starting with Lucas Johnson]

"I may not like some people in this match like Carlos Russo, Y2Impact, Liam Catterson or even Nick Angel, the bottom line is I am open to work with anyone in this match to eliminate a common enemy and Lucian Black you are target number one in my eyes."

Hold up, now let get me get this straight, you don't like me? My feelings are just CRUSHED! Everyone knows six-time World Champion Y2Impact was just hankering for the approval of Lucas Johnson, perennial loser and avid Wonder Bread enthusiast! I've approached this match believing it was every man for himself before, but thanks, Lucas, for blessing everyone in EAW with the pearl of wisdom that you are 6'3, 215 pounds of sad, cowardly, weakling that's already resorted to trying to forge alliances with the rest of the elitists in the match days before the bell has rung. Your first mistake was outing yourself as someone who doesn't like Y2Impact -- that puts a massive target on your back and I can assure you I'm going to hit a bullseye with marksman-like precision the likes of which your head-in-the-sand ass has never been victim to before -- but your second mistake was implying I need to coexist with you to have a hope of eliminating Lucian Black! If any of you people think I'm going to stage a union all for the sake of eliminating one man, you're sadly mistaken. That's an objective that I can fulfill all by myself. In fact, I'm sure since Lucas Johnson has already admitted he needs my help to eliminate Lucian Black, he'll be singing my praises and kissing my ass for doing everyone a favor and taking out Lucian Black all by myself without any assistance from anyone. That is, of course, until I set my sights on Lucas himself and permanently expose him as a fraud whose amateur background is completely worthless in EAW. Seriously, how well did that "amateur wrestling prowess" serve you when the fans were turning on you and cheering for Starr Stan a few weeks ago on Voltage? You got into a battle of dual ankle locks and ended up failing then exactly as you have the majority of your other matches. Struggling to adjust to the style of EAW, maybe? Despite an impressive amateur background, your losses suggest an inability to acclimate to your circumstances and overcome adversity. Inside the grueling Grand Rampage match, all that means is your life is forfeit. You talk about other wrestlers taking you lightly and regarding you as an "easy elimination," but what have you done to prove otherwise? You're the type of guy that sits on his couch bragging to all of his cousins that he's in show business when the reality of the matter is that you're just a background character, a virtually anonymous member of the supporting cast who will almost certainly never amount to anything and can only brag to others that he's "traveled the globe." Congratulations, Lucas, you've been a colossal failure in multiple countries! Germany! Italy! Scotland! England! But at the end of the day, you're the same guy that failed to defeat Kenny Drake and couldn't even qualify to be in the polling for the New Breed Championship match at Reckless Wiring. In other words, you couldn't win a singles match to merely qualify for an OPPORTUNITY at a championship that is far beneath the notice of half of the elitists in the Grand Rampage match, yet you're spouting nonsense about how everyone is "underestimating" and "overlooking" you? You might as well join JJ Silva in the caboose of the train, harping endlessly about how everyone is slighting you and writing you off as an afterthought all to take away the attention from the fact that you're just not a serious challenger and would be better served going back to EAW's development territory and forgetting everything you thought you knew so you can relearn the right way and come back as a competent elitist rather than a laughable, useless, bungling mass of flesh known only as the perfect embodiment of the human straw man argument -- scheduled in matches with everyone knowing you're going to lose.

[Y2Impact takes a moment to regain his composure, now chuckling, and rolling the footage of the next elitist as the camera fades. To be continued]

Carlos Rosso can say all he wants about drawing a dime, and he can call me any name he wants. It takes more than that to bother me. He's done it already, actually - he made the biggest mistake in his brief time as the CEO of Carlos Rosso Uninspired by laying his hands on Lauren. Lyuncrust is fine - he can take a beating - but Lauren's a retired wrestler who left due to injury. She doesn't have it in her to defend herself as easily. She'll get mad at me for saying that, but I'm speaking facts. Ever since that moment, I've been calculating the ways and times that I'll get retribution: not for Lauren, but for myself. I hit a piledriver on him a couple weeks ago. That was the tip of the iceberg. I didn't plan to take a piledriver myself, but I'm fine. Call that a blip, if you will, thanks in part to a tag team partner that didn't turn up like I'd expect the EAW Champion to. I'll be ready for both the Grand Rampage and the CWF Championship match.

I've never been in a match like the Grand Rampage. CWF apparently had something like it before I signed there, but even it's not up to what this is. 40 competitors, 30 of whom I'm aware of, fighting for a spot in the main event of wrestling's biggest stage. There are a lot of people I've gone up against, and yet more people who I've never shared the ring with. This is a match that might crash the entire ring. Yet, let's look at some of the participants - these are people who are worth caring about. These are people whose dreams I should want to shatter, or at least postpone, to fulfill my own. Yet, I've had no issue with them personally.

Aren Msistlav is somebody whose loss I've already avenged. I have nothing against him personally.

Dark Demon attacks people with railroad spikes. Yet, I have nothing against him personally.

I disagree with some of the lifestyle choices that Kenny Drake and Piff Fumador have. Nothing against them personally.

I'm more sane than King Eclipse Diemos. But, nothing against him personally.

Y2Impact ATTEMPTED TO TAKE OVER THE DAMN PLACE and would've brought back a style of wrestling that'd see me retired due to injuries after about a month and a half. Still, nothing against him personally.

There's a sliver of beef toward Cameron Ella Ava - I've beaten her here, but she won't quit crowing backstage about her sister, Ms. Extreme. Still, that never got beyond the realm of competition. It's not personal.

The only person I have personal beef towards is Carlos Rosso. What would hurt him more: taking his farce of a CWF Championship away from him - he wasn't even the last CWF Champion - or eliminating him from the Grand Rampage? Why can't I do both? Why shouldn't my goal be to unleash all sorts of pain on him, both physical and mental? He wanted to make a rival out of me by kicking me at Reasonable Doubt, and all I would've wanted to do was prove myself to be better than him. But, he's made me hate him. That's right, hate. A word looked down upon by millennials and reserved only for playoff hockey nowadays is something I harbor right now.

Hate isn't something that would drive me to simply take a championship. That's the basis of competition. A mere bright-eyed competitor would be more than enough for that. Not only has Carlos Rosso managed to make me feel feelings I've rarely felt inside the context of wrestling, he's pointed out a few things about me that are true. I've been given opportunities. What he didn't point out was that I still had to take them. And, I did. He also says I should've stayed retired. Yet, I'm here. I've done fine in EAW. I even carried his carcass, fresh off a loss to a half-assed Drastik, to a tag team title shot. Now that I've been given two opportunities to get my hands on Carlos Rosso, why shouldn't I try to retire him? Why shouldn't I beat him him so badly in one limb that he'll have to create a business expense for amputation?

I know better, that's why. There's a part of me that feels I should've rid myself of his treachery the moment Shields announced that we'd be teaming up a few Showdowns ago. I knew the bullshit he was capable of pulling - The Wrestling Emprire, for example. And, giving him a chance cost me the chance to excel on my own at the time. But, without all of that, I wouldn't have had the chance to take the title that isn't even rightfully his, and eliminate him from the Grand Rampage. The dreams of mutilation can wait until later. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait.

Every year, I see these aspiring Grand Rampage winners and out of the corner of my eye a little twinkle appears -- witnessing the naivety of the unlearned and inexperienced. For instance, Lucian Black already has himself convinced that this is his year, his Grand Rampage, his prologue to reaching the stardom of Pain for Pride, but the Grand Rampage is a cruel, unforgiving beast that ensures only the fittest survive while the spare parts are slowly phased out, one by one. It doesn't take anything but a little cockiness, or a slight peek at the history books, to crawl out of your shell and say you're the hardest-working man in the business, or remind everyone of past facts to prey on the vulnerabilities and failures of the elitists that faced those catastrophes first-hand. Anyone can recite events that have already occurred ad nauseam and claim they're going to headline Pain for Pride using those moments as a basis for their self-asserted superiority, but it takes an extremist, it takes a MACHINE bred from the cream of the crop understand all of the variables at play in a match such as this that torments you with the dangling of opportunity before snatching it away right as you got used to the feeling of being a winner. Nobody in this whole match has experienced the feeling of being a winner quite like me; and it's for exactly that reason I have a major advantage over former World Champions and nobodies alike, it's for exactly that reason that I'm the odds-on favorite to win because no other extremist embodies the word "survivor" quite like I do. This year, we have self-proclaimed outcasts and slayers, and then we have people who have never tasted the splendors of a major victory like Chris Elite, JJ Silva, even Lucian Back, whose career-defining moment thus far, need I remind everyone, was winning at Road to Redemption to regain control of EAW and desegregate Dynasty. A feather in the cap for anyone, no doubt, but for me these titles and accomplishments everyone stakes claim to are just blips on the radar; this match is about who can outlast their opponents, whose will and spirit proves indomitable enough to survive against thirty-nine other enemies where temporary alliances are forged and ended within the blink of an eye, and if knowing all that I'm still not your favored candidate to win, I promise everyone you will regret it. I have seen wars begin and end during my time in EAW; but at the end of this one, when the dust settles and the smoke clears, it won't be any of the thirty-nine men in the match left standing, but the one MACHINE. Pundits talk about the "young blood," but the fact is that a lot of the competitors in the Grand Rampage are already relics; they just get the benefit of the doubt because they haven't accomplished anything, creating the misconception they're more "youthful" and "hungry" when in fact they're just shameless glory hunters trying to have that one last hurrah before fading into the sunset and never looking back. Men like Phoenix Winterborn, a wrestler who will probably talking about his pinfall victory over Y2Impact in an exhibition tag match on a random Voltage for the remainder of his career because he'll never have any victory more significant to boast about. Ditto for Lucian Black; without me, his lone career highlight at last year's Road to Redemption is forgettable, yet because of my involvement, even on the losing end, what would be easily forgotten instead becomes iconic. But to all of these people, I query just one thing, how many times have you actually realized all of your "aspirations" and "hopes" and "dreams"? There's a reason some of you are already cemented in history as failures, hell I'm sure a lot of you are grasping onto this sole chance at main-eventing the pinnacle of our sport because you've already outstayed your welcome on whatever brand you're on and can't become a contender through normal means, but whatever the case, the Grand Rampage is a lot like the President that focuses his campaign around the promise of change and slowly disavows all of those intentions after being inaugurated -- coming about only under the pretense of goals that were never actually going to be realized, all for the sake of giving the down-on-their-luck strugglers of our nation, or business, or industry, a small glimmer of hope to keep them churning on complacently until the flames of their ambitions are extinguished for the final time.

But I am different. I've dared to go against the grain and pursue my dreams unflinchingly and without consideration for statistics, or probabilities, or the betting odds in Las Vegas. Whether I was the favorite to win the Grand Rampage or the most unthinkable winner imaginable, I'd gladly venture down the road less traveled be because that's what I've done the entirety of my career and it has resulted in success that no other extremist or vixen can stake claim to; all because I dared to dream. There's a difference between hopeless dreamers whose goals never bear fruit and the winners of our society who consistently manage to capitalize and make a reality out of the future they've decided for themselves. I'm a member of the fortunate few that actually possessed enough talent to match up to the massive expectations they set for themselves. You know that prodigy on your basketball team when you were younger that was benched for the coach's son because of politics but later won out in life anyway because of his superior talent? I'm that guy; you're just a bunch of coaches' sons. Maybe once upon a time you had something against me, but now you're just a bunch of janitors clinging to your past glories because you realize no matter how hard you work, or how many men you've slain, there's a monkey that sticks to your backs like a magnet that you've never been able to drag off -- and that's me. It's easy to see why everyone hopes to win the Grand Rampage, it's a one-way ticket to the main event of Pain for Pride, an opportunity to realize your ambitions and shape yourself into the star you always knew you could become, but the sad truth of the matter is that most of you are fooling yourselves. Does anyone really believe JJ Silva is going to win the Grand Rampage? Maybe an infinitesimal percentage of the fans, guys who aren't betting any money on winners and are predicting the match strictly because of the sentiment, probably some of his family members and close personal friends, but realistically? He doesn't have a chance, and as soon as I march through that curtain and my theme blares over the arena's speakers, you can trust that EVERYONE's involvement in that match is borrowed time. Lucian Black, Dark Demon, Aren Mstislav, Eclipse Diemos -- it doesn't matter, neither words nor any momentum you think you've gained can win you a match like the Grand Rampage. Only intestinal fortitude, and while I'm overflowing with it, the rest of you have a deficiency -- and I'm going to reopen those wounds.

[Tom Harper stumbles backstage after a well-fought match on Showdown. He puts his mask into a wooden box and an interviewer jogs up to him. Tom Harper takes a deep breath, runs his fingers through his hair and greets the interviewer.]
Interviewer: Tom, how are you feeling after your debut match on Showdown tonight?
Tom Harper: Well, you know, I’m obviously gutted that I didn’t win tonight, but I think I’ve sent a message to the EAW locker room that I am here to stay. Just look at the match I had. I delivered two bloodlines, ELIMINATED Apex Nitro from the match-up and put across what I feel is a strong first impression tonight. Congratulations to Chris Elite, by the way. I’m sure that Mexican Samurai has another thing coming. Chris is a really strong wrestler, and I think that, in order to keep his championship, Mexican Samurai will have to put Vic Vendetta in the back of his mind, and mentally prepare himself for what I’m sure will be the fight of his life. Tonight, I said that Blood Red would have to acclimatise to the atmosphere of wrestling, but he did a great job out there in his, or OUR first match up. I mean, it’s a pretty mean combo with his fighting prowess and my fine tuned body.
[Tom picks up the wooden box and opens it]
Tom Harper: In here lies everything that I could achieve, and everything that I will achieve, in time. I’m still trying to work out exactly what has been done to this mask, but I can say that it is sinister, something not to be messed with. Tonight, whatever is in here was tested, tested to a point where I can’t be sure of its limits anymore. I just worry that, when the time comes, Blood Red won’t hold back and cause some serious damage to the other talent on the roster.
Interviewer: How are you feeling about your match on Battleground, now that you have experienced the situation here in EAW?
Tom Harper: I can say that I’ll be going into this match a lot more cocky than I was going into tonight’s match. It hit me in the face tonight, that I have drastically underestimated the skill of the wrestlers here, and when I’m going up against the likes of J.D DAMON, I seriously have to rethink my gameplan. I know that the other two in the match on Battleground will bring their A-Game, but that’s what they do! If I want a hope of getting into the Grand Rampage, I need to condition my body, and train my mind for a new breed of fighting- something I could never have predicted. The moment when I realised just how different wrestling was to MMA was the moment I was speared by Terry out there.
[Tom favors his abdominal area as a member of medical staff arrives and tapes it up, Tom wincing as it happens.]
Tom Harper: It was then that I realised that I really wasn’t in MMA anymore, and there was a split second where me and Blood Red sort of fell out of sync. He wanted to get up and fight, but my body just couldn’t. It’s like we were in a three-legged race, and he was dragging me along the floor while I was hurt, but I couldn’t move, and so neither could he.
Interviewer: What will be your goal, if you make it to the Grand Rampage.
[Tom smiles, and looks up at the ceiling as if he was daydreaming]
Tom Harper: Wow, that’s a great thought to have in my mind, but as I said before, I have underestimated the talent here, and with this body, demolished by the spear, I would say that my chances of reaching the match have been greatly hurt. But let’s say, for the sake of the interview, that I do get into the Grand Rampage. I could never expect myself to win, in my rookie year, alongside 29 other wrestlers that could kick the crap out of me. I think that the major concern here, as well as with most other things, is that Blood Red will get carried away. If he gets cocky and tries to beat up everyone at the same time, he’s going over that top rope and there’s nothing that I can do to stop it. I need to train him, first of all to not get that carried away, but secondly, I need to practise dealing with that kind of situation. I’m gonna get my ass kicked on Battleground, I just need to be able to counter that, so that when they try and mess with the demon, they will feel the Demon’s Curse.
[Tom shakes the interviewer’s hand, closes his box and walks off to the changing room, holding his torso in agony.]

Well I am home now back in Atlanta, Georgia as I am home from the Voltage European tour. It's been a wild couple of weeks to places like Germany, Italy, Scotland and finally this past week at the O2 Arena in London. I had an awesome time and sweet opportunities with most recently a Pure Championship match against Carson Ramsay that unfortunately didn't go the right way for me. But after Voltage I was super pissed at myself and thought everything was over and I had to go back to the drawing board right after Grand Rampage and find another route to Pain for Pride 9 but Ashten Cross came into my locker room and informed me that himself and the EAW Board of Directors were so impressed with my work the last few weeks got me a spot in Grand Rampage this weekend. Every single week I know my Aunt Susan is with me sending me good vibes all the way from Miami, Florida and the 'Forever Our Angel' tattoo on my arm is just a reminder that she is on my mind twenty four seven. Right after I heard the news from Ashten Cross I was super excited, I couldn't wait to get home and rest for a few days then back to the grind on Wednesday at the gym to get ready for Grand Rampage. That's what gets me up each day that opportunities continue to rise at the young gun from The Ohio State University, Lucas Johnson. Thirty nine other people will enter the match and one will walk out the winner and headline Pain for Pride 9 and his name could possibly be Lucas Johnson.
  
Lucian Black.....nice to meet you, my name is Lucas 'The Wrestling Machine' Johnson. I think we have never stepped in the ring together but hopefully this weekend when bell rings and whatever entrants we draw I will gladly share the ring with your greatness and the legacy you hold in the squared circle you have at the land of the elite. Meanwhile you think it's a surprise that the thirty nine other guys including myself think you aren't a threat is a joke because you are no doubt the odds on favorite to win this match If I were to throw money down in Las Vegas. The whole locker room knows this, people from Dynasty, Showdown, and Voltage all know this. I've been re-watching tons of Grand Rampage matches on my flight home from Europe and the best thing about this match is that you can form strange alliances in this to eliminate a common enemy and Lucian Black you should be target number one in everyone's mind come this weekend. I may not like some people in this match like Carlos Russo, Y2Impact, Liam Catterson or even Nick Angel, the bottom line is I am open to work with anyone in this match to eliminate a common enemy and Lucian Black you are target number one in my eyes. When the storm arrives over Notre Dame Stadium, Hurricane Rampage will be first to target the big dog himself, Lucian Black!

Liam Catterson, didn't I tell you a few weeks ago after Voltage we will meet again in the ring some day? Well guess who was right? You may have won the battle in the Ladder match two weeks ago, but the war isn't over especially with Grand Rampage around the corner. You called me an idiot and don't think I belong to be here, well you want to know why I got to point A to point B and got a chance to enter Grand Rampage? It's because executives at EAW took notice of me, Ashten Cross took notice of me, even HRDO took notice of me because each and every night I went out there and put on the best possible match I could have performed especially risking my body by jumping off that twenty foot ladder with that Shooting Star Press or putting on an awesome match this past week against Carson Ramsay for the Pure Championship. My heart and dedication doesn't stop especially with the biggest match of the year that has forty entrants in total! Like I said before, you are a former New Breed and Answers World Heavyweight Champion and you aren't even treated like a dark horse. I am rising underdog in this match up with just joining Elite Answers Wrestling a few months ago and I have one opportunity to headline Pain for Pride 9 for a World Championship match and before I get there, you will be dealt with that should have been dealt with in that Ladder match two weeks ago on Voltage....

Whoever else wants a piece of me and thinks I am an easy elimination is highly mistaken because I have the experience of amateur wrestling and will use it to my advantage like I do every single week. If it's JJ Silva, Jamie O'Hara, Dark Demon, Kenny Drake or El Landerson....you all will be sadly mistaken because I am ready to send a lot of hospital bills everyone's way until I get what is rightfully mine and that is the main event spot of Pain for Pride 9!

Whoa whoa whoa, stop the presses... Did Lucian Black of ALL people just say that people are deluded because he’s winning Grand Rampage? Lucian Black? LUCIAN BLACK????? The biggest choke artist in EAW actually has the nerve to call people deluded for thinking they can win a match? Somebody, anybody ....please tell me the last time Lucian Black won a big time match? I know I called Jamie a choke artist but Christ, at least he actually won something in his career, at least he actually won the World Championship in his career, his reign may have been pathetic but at least he can actually say that he was the champion. You can’t even say that, it doesn’t matter if your name is George Copeland or your Lucian Black, you’ll always be the biggest choke artist in the history of this company. Not even Diamond Cage, Ashten Cross, Devan Dubian, Eddie Mack, Hades the Hellraiser, Vic Vendetta, Robbie V or anybody else that you want to name has utterly failed in as many big time matches as you have. No matter how many times that those people failed in matches, at least they EVENTUALLY won a title. At least they EVENTUALLY won something of note, you can’t even say that. You’re biggest claim to fame is getting rid of Zack Crash as Chairman and yet, he STILL has power on Dynasty, he still has influence on Dynasty and he STILL has it in him to pay off referees and can do whatever he likes, you couldn’t even get rid of him properly. I’m not even sure how you actually can have the nerve to call ABYBODY deluded when the only one who is deluded is you. It’s always the same story with you, its been the same for five years ago when people you had the biggest chance to win the Answers World Champion, the first ever Answers World Champion and you talked up such a big game and yet, you not only lost to him but you became his bitch. You became his little lapdog, following him around and doing whatever he wanted. You’ve been “on the brink of greatness” for five years, in the same position for five years, and it’s just the same old “I’ll show you all this time” and never any follow up to it. We’ve all heard the same old story from you for five years, you’ll talk up this big game whether it’s against Tyler Parker, against Hades and Norman, against Crash in a Glass Wallz, against a bum like Eclipse Diemos who will no doubt fail to cash in his King of Elite crown, and you’ll fail here too. Why should any of us expect any different from you? Why should we have any belief in you this time? Because you’re tired of waiting? Because of your “journey”? Aww poor Lucian, he’s had it so tough in EAW! He blew every single chance he had in EAW but we should feel bad for him! We should cuddle the little baby up because he’s had it SO tough in EAW! NOBODY would get as many opportunities as you but take him seriously now! If you don’t, he’ll go into detail about punching you in the face! Honesty, what are your plans when you lose? Cry again? Cry until you get another big Pain for Pride match so you can lose there? Why don’t you just pull a Carlos and bring back the AWL World title and call yourself a champion? Let’s be honest, that’s the ONLY chance that you have at being a “world champion” like Carlos. Just don’t cry too much, okay?

Marie is sitting cross legged in front of St. Paul's, wearing a rough approximation of church clothes. Her long lace skirt is spread out over the stones of the square, and she's wearing a small bag around her neck on a strip of leather.

"Le Grand Saccage. J'aime ça, I love it. You might think I'm burning up with frustration, missing one of the biggest nights of the year. You would be justified in that, but you would still be wrong. I know that every single Elitist and Vixen has to earn their spot - and I haven't earned mine yet. It's thrilling, don't you agree? I stand on the precipice, and while I wait, I have the perfect spot to watch. To observe. While everyone around me strives for greatness, while the very best rise and the others fall, I'll be watching. I will have seen everyone put all they have, all they are, into their fight."

She pauses, playing with the small bag around her neck.

"You might think I would find it daunting, but I don't. Consider this - when my time comes, I will know every last one of you, but not one of you will know me. You will be standing at the crossroads on that day - and everyone knows that at the crossroads, La Corriveau cannot be conquered."

She smiles at the camera, and the feed cuts off.

I'm going to win the Grand Rampage.

Grand Rampage I: The Storm

There's a storm coming... There are dark clouds hanging over the land of elite. Rain has started to fall. This is a storm like none other. A storm that the weatherman failed to forecast. But we all knew it was coming... We all knew it was inevitable. That sooner or later these dark clouds would usher storm. There is no escaping, there is nowhere to hide. I see lightning falling from the heavens. They're running for their lives, running as fast as the wind,  they are desperate. This is the storm they have long feared. Regardless how far they run lightning will strike them all, one by one. They will face this storm and they will fall. They're praying hard but their prayers will be futile. I just lie here watching it all. Enjoying every bit of it because...

I AM THE STORM.

It's so amusing how all of you have deluded yourselves into believing  you will emerge victorious from the Grand Rampage match and go on to headline Pain For Pride. What's even more amusing is how all of you ignored the fact I am the biggest threat to each and every single one of you. Your dreams, your aspirations, your goals. Only one man has the power to destroy them all and that man is ME. And you all avoided that reality. I've been waiting for this opportunity for so long. it's a travesty really, that I have had to wait nearly a decade for this. But this is it... This is the end of the road, the peak of the mountain. The moment I have been waiting for all this time is almost here. Grand Rampage, the biggest one yet,  is drawing near. The clock is ticking, the sand is about to hit the bottom of the hourglass my time is running out. This could be my last chance to become who I always thought I was destined to be. All the tribulations,  all the hardships that have been imposed upon my path, I overcame them all. There is nothing, there is no one standing in my way now. Just thirty nine other men. Thirty nine men who have no clue who they're engaging in combat against this weekend. Some of them know me. Some of them have been my allies. Some of them have been my rivals. But none of them know who I am when I need something, when I desire something this strongly. I know you all want to headline Pain For Pride, I know you all want to be World Champion. But there can only be one and it is MY indefeasible right to be THAT one. I say this from the bottom of my heart: I respect your journeys, your hard work. I respect you busting your asses for this company. But nobody and I mean NOBODY has been through more in their journey than me, NOBODY has worked harder to get here than me and NOBODY, absolutely NOBODY has busted their ass as long as I have been. If you want this as bad as I do, if you NEED this you're all going to have to wait. Because I am exhausted, I am tired of being patient, tired of waiting for this opportunity. And that isn't a character speaking that is ME speaking. It's been almost seven years since my first match in EAW. I've been forced to watch the world pass me by. I've witnessed my friends rise, my enemies rise, people who weren't even half as deserving as I am get things handed to them on a silver platter. I'm no longer that kid who hoped to start a revolution with Alexander Da Vinci, I am not the same guy I was when I became the first man to hold both New Breed and National Elite championships at the same time, I am not who I was when I lost to Y2Impact int he first ever match for the Answers World Championship. I'm not a kid anymore, I am a grown ass man. My dreams of becoming one of the greatest to ever lace up a pair boots, of becoming a member of the illustrious hall of fame, of becoming a World Champion ALL of them they will take shape -- even if it's the last thing I do. Because I have come wayy too far for things to be any other way. I'm so close, so damn close. I've been close before... Only to get everything deprived of me, only to lose everything in the end. But things are different now because I got nothing left to lose. I'm going all out at Grand Rampage, I am giving these thirty nine other men, women the fight of their LIVES. I'm sure they will give me the fight of their lives too. This isn't a battle for supremacy, there's a lot more at stake than just that. The chance to immortalize yourself is on the line, the opportunity of a lifetime, the opportunity to materialize your visions and become the man, become the guy everyone looks up to and considers the best. I'm putting every weapon in my arsenal to use this weekend at Grand Rampage. All of my resources will be used as well. I'm going ALL out. I'm not expecting a battle I am expecting a war. Every man for himself. I'd say it's my time but we all know that already. I'll vanquish the demons, the so called "royalty" of EAW, the rookies, EVERYBODY. To me you're all the same and you will all get thrown over the top rope like rag dolls and I will endure, I will withstand whatever punishment you got in store for me. And I will go on to headline Pain For Pride and FINALLY become World Champion. Regardless who steps into that ring you're all going out of it. I'll be the last man standing, I will have the last laugh. The wait is over. I will reign supreme and none of you will stop me.

Stephanie Matsuda, I have some breaking news for you: I beat your former boyfriend J.D. Damon on Voltage. Do you know what does it mean? It means I have a lot of momentum going on in my hands and feeling ready to beat you down on Battleground. I’m glad you consider me as a friend though, so I don’t have to hold myself to kick you all around in the ring and I don’t need to apologize to you. Because you know Matsuda, a true friend will always do his best to help out a friend. I’m gonna help you out by giving you a chance to prove that the “new” Stephanie Matsuda is better than the old one. Don’t you realized that this match is very important to you? I mean, I know you want to collect money for a future world title shot, but don’t you realize it’s much more important than that? Listen dummy, Everyone is curious how the “new” Matsuda would do in future and I believe the whole world is gonna be watching you. If you beat me, I have nothing to lost really. It doesn’t affect me that much. But in your case, you might become a laughting stock in this company because when I beat you, people will realized that you are just all about talk, someone who just like to utter bullshit. Someone who just likes to talk about meaningless garbage.

Unfortunately, I have no intentions to lost to you. Like I said, I’ll give you more than my best to make it respectable for you. You made a dumb statement when you said my creativity doesn’t help me out. In fact it does help me how to figure out winning this match. I can make you tap, I can pin you down, hell I can even knocked you out in a good ol fashion ways. I have a lot of clean tactics inside my mind. If one trick doesn’t work, I have always something under my sleeve.

Are you ready for some embarrasment? Let’s find out only on Matsuda No Tabi: The Beautiful World.

The camera opens on a top down shot of Pizza Boy laying on the floor of his hotel room as fan blades spin above him.  He lay shirtless with the EAW National Championship sprawled across his bare torso like a bandoleer, with his hands clasping to it's face like a child with a security blanket. 

PB: Where have all the good men gone?, and where are all the gods? Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? They're not behind the National championship anymore, they're not seeking tag gold, and despite what some might want you to believe, they're not Evan Stark running around like a fool in a mask with a justice fetish.  I used to feel the presence of God every time I stepped into the ring.  I felt impenetrable, invincible, untouchable...but I didn't feel like a winner.  I felt like someone else's tool, someone's divine hand, a vessel with a purpose and meaning behind his self-destructive tendencies.  I felt like God had a plan.  

PB's eyes grow wide as his fingers clasp around his gold.

PB: But God's abandoned us, just like our father left us, just like our name left us. All that's left is Pizza.  Pizza, gold, and pain.  I push everything else away, disappoint it, but pizza doesn't have emotions.  Gold doesn't have pride.  Pain doesn't have prejudice.  And really, I admire what Cyclone and Brian did for me.  I do, I get it, you're trying to save this poor little Pizza Boy's soul from this hell mouth of a promotion, trying to show me there's good in men, trying to help me find that light again....but I don't want that light anymore.  Jesus may want me for a sunbeam, but sunbeams aren't made like me.  I figured of all people, Brian, you'd understand that.  He left you too.  He left us all.  He...abandoned us.

PB sits up on his elbows, letting the title crumple off of his chest and into his lap as he stares ahead with a doomed gaze.

PB: And now all that's left is a masked mockery of a man trying to play hero.  It's like some sick smiling reflection of what I used to be.  There's self-assured heroism, there's a dumb, toothy confidence in thinking he knows what's right, there's arrogance behind that mask of Starkman's.  That ignorance isn't going to win him this title.  He can't save me, he can't save EAW, and he can't save the world, so what makes him think he can save the Nation? Hubris?...yeah, that and a joke winning streak can get you respect and a cup o' coffee around here, and the coffee usually out-lives the respect.

PB sits up, crossing his legs on the floor as his hands straightens the belt across his knees.  A sick and uncertain grin crosses his face.

PB: Where were you when I was facing Drake and Jones, oh great hero of the people?  Thinkin' of a way to ask me and my precious to the dance? Chatting up Tony Rolland over how to get rid of 'mask funk'? Sitting on your hands and biding your time to strike when the iron's hot in an un-heroic way? I want you to ask yourself these questions, Starkman.  Did you think there'd be nothing left of me after Drake & Jones had their way with me? Because I'll tell you right now, I didn't walk away from that fight feeling like I lost. Wearing their blood made me feel like more of a winner than this-this 'prophecy' ever has.

PB flips the belt off of his lap with one hand, letting it land face down on the dingy hotel carpet.  He hops to his feet, jumping backward away from the title, while pointing an accusatory finger down at it with the fear and curiosity of a child finding it's pet lying on the side of the road.

PB: THAT'S NOT EVEN MY TITLE IF YOU BELIEVE Him! IT'S His TITLE! He WON IT!  I'm just some chess piece in a higher power's agenda according to His word....and now He's gone, and it sits worthless around my waist.  It's the constant reminder that I have no purpose because it has no purpose without him guiding the way.  

PB's body tension lessens as his heavy breathing dies down.  In almost a resigned huff, he sits back down on the ground, picks up the belt, dusts it off, and slings it's heavy weight back over his shoulder.

PB: But you want it...And if it wasn't you, Stark, if it was Tig, or Aren, or someone else, some past champion who actually cared about this gold more than they cared about my immortal soul being saved from the fetters of heartbreak, then I'd gladly lay it at their feet and just...just walk away.  

Pizza Boy smirks a hateful smirk and points at the camera with an accusatory finger.

PB: But you? You had to have an agenda.  You had to be that hollow reminder, that hooded justice cliche.  You had to make yourself a new face, a familiar face of righteousness, a fatherly face that you knew would resonate with me and potentially spark some sort of...I don't know, humanity? Some sort of hope? And for that, I have to make an example out of you. I have to fight for this worthless shell of a divine trinket called the EAW National Championship. I have to make myself a new trophy that people will fear, respect, and understand.

PB reaches behind his title's strap, deep into his side pocket, and pulls out his fabled weapon of choice; the pizza cutter.

PB: I'm going to take your face, Starkman. I'm going to peel it right off of your head and wear it around like fucking Leatherface.  I'm going to eat pizza through it's mouth hole off of this worthless golden plate on my shoulder.  I'm going to expose the coward skeleton behind this false flesh of yours.  I'm going to put your freakin' head on a pike and wear your blood as my new war paint.  Then, and only then, will people understand that all hope is lost.  And as I watch the light fade from your eyes, your true eyes, your liar's eyes, Stark! I'll know that I've killed Starkman, and then I'll go on to the Grand Rampage wearing your blood, the only prize left for me, the only thing that makes me feel like a winner, and I'll add more DNA to the swirling tapestry.

PB starts rocking back and forth as his head shakes, doe eyed and fearful.

PB: Because it's not about winning.  It's about surviving, and this idea of Starkman isn't making it past Grand Rampage with a pulse, even though there's still a sick part of me deep down that hopes you do. It really does, but that's not the nature of a Godless world.

PB holds his arms out at his sides as the camera catches a glimpse of a Heart Break Boy collage on the wall with it's arm's cut out and affixed across his chest , and x's slashed across it's eyes.

PB: I need a hero.  I'm holding onto a hero 'til the end of the night.  And he better be fast, and he better be strong if he expects for this soul to survive. I need a hero.  I'm sacrificing a hero to the darkness of night. So you better be sure, and you better be soon, if you expect to walk out with your life, because I'm larger than life.

PB cackles through his gnashed teeth and shrugs the heavy burden of the National Title up on his shoulder, before laying back in the floor and making snow angels as head falls back and his eyes shoot daggers at the mutilated mural of Heartbreak Boy on the wall.

PB: PffHAHAHAHAHA!

The camera cuts to black as the Pizza Boy's echoing laughter of madness engulfs the darkness.

The sky seemed to be mourning something. The very air seemed putrid, sick. As if swirling with some unknown malign sickness that the earth couldn’t fix. Black, smoke like, clouds drifting around across a blanket of other such clouds. A dismal day, a day in which the reaper itself would not visit without reason to. A day that Eclipse himself didn’t seem to be enjoying. His eyes scanned the sky from his position by the window, his forehead pressed against the glass as his breath fogged up his vision. He wiped it away, taking a step back to examine the sky even more. It seemed to try to reach for him from outside the window, beckoning him to join in it’s dark call. He obliged, opening the window up as a blast of cold air pushed his hair back, chilling his skin and leaving him with goosebumps.


“Grand Rampage.” he mumbled to himself, leaning ever closer to the window and taking in a scent of the air, his chest heaving as the ozone scent filled his nostrils. His senses came on high alert, picking up every slight vibration of noise that echoed in the household. He ran his hands through his hair, as if trying to silence some dark voice in his head. He thrashes about, before slamming his fists into the window, cracking the glass slightly. His eyes snap onto the shattered piece of glass, his body shuddering as he gazed at it. A tear welling up in his eye, as every single nerve ending in his skull began firing with vivid memories. Memories he had hoped had been suppressed long ago. He grasped at his skull, dropping to his knees as he let out a soft cry.


Vivid images flashed before his eyes. Shadows of a body dropping against the hardwood floor of his home. The blood soaking into the wood. The dead soulless eyes gazing back up at him. The eyes. He grimaced as he clenched his teeth, trying to force the memories down. He didn’t wash for them to come back like this. He didn’t want to view them again. He didn’t want to have to know the story of why he was here plague his thoughts more. He didn’t want this. It didn’t matter though. The memories were there. The memories would never go away. They would always claw their way back to the surface and in a few moments he stopped fighting, letting them swallow him whole as he leaned backwards, his body thudding against the hard floor of his home as every moment of memory enveloped his mind. The darkness swallowing him whole as the cold wind chill drifted around him with a soft breeze.




Enessa smiled as she steadily drifted her car into the parking lot of Prescott Hills Sanatorium. She undid the top button of her uniform, tugging at the collar on her neck before looking down at herself. Time had done her some justice, her body with soft contours and seemingly no hard edges. Voluminous red hair that had lost a bit of its luster from previous exploits of dying it vibrant colors. Pale blue eyes that didn’t pierce the soul so much as lovingly embrace it. You could fall into them, and be lost in their depth. Her body was still slim, or at least it would have been. Her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach, feeling the noticeable bump that had grown since only two months previously. Her child. Her first born. Her eyes softened as she rubbed her stomach, feeling a kick as the child showed a sign of life. She had almost forgotten what it was like before she felt unable to do much without wanting to protect the life that had been growing inside of her. Her hand gently rubbed her stomach, her eyes drifting back up to face the imposing stone cathedral that was her workplace.


Prescott Hills Sanatorium had loomed over the land since 1878. It had stood as a firm reminder of what psychosis could do to humanity, especially in such isolation from the rest of the civilized world. The brick and concrete structure, flat and grey, towered over the native pine trees, and the windowless walls only added to its sheer mass. Enessa couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of it as she got out of the car, closing the door with a soft thud. Her hand reached into her shirt pocket, removing a name tag and pinning it to her collar before marching slowly to the front door.


Time slowed for no one here. She had to do her job, and she had to do it the only way she knew how. She worked as one of the nurses for the asylum, and typically she wouldn’t have had to work here until after her child had come into the world. This was her decision. A choice she had made herself. Money had become a bit tight, and she couldn’t rely on just what little pittance was left in her bank account to make it through the rest of the months with her child. She had to make more. And this was her only job, she couldn’t ask her family. They hadn’t spoken to her since she refused to have the abortion to get rid of the child. To them, a child out of wedlock was no child at all. It wasn’t blood to them. It was nothing. This was her soul now, her very life essence. She walked along the cold hallway of the hospital, nodding to the fellow nurses that walked back as she examined every patient room with as much of a caring eye as she could. She knew what monsters could dwell behind those eyes. What demons lurked in the shadows of listlessness and idle glances. No one in this hospital was totally innocent. Murderers. Rapists. The very dregs and outcasts of society had been thrown in here, and the rest of the world wouldn’t mind if they stayed there and were allowed to rot.


She was thankful most of them were on their drugs. She could calmly walk through the hall, taking her rounds as a nurse. Administering care to unconscious, or listless patients was much easier than trying to wrangle them down. The pregnancy slowed her down a bit as well. She could feel twinges of pain as her child frantically kicked at her stomach before calming down again and she smiled, through gritted teeth. “Calm down...we’ll rest up soon.” she whispered to her unborn child as she made her way to the final patient on her round until the next shift came in. Hunter Thompson. A new patient, and one that she hadn’t received the entire file to yet. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen. It was almost always a guessing game as to discover what malady the patient was inflicted with, and what evil thing they had done to find themselves here.


He sat at the far end of his cell, brown hair matted to his forehead as he twitched violently, his entire body shaking. Enessa felt her eyes soften and her mind drift to worry for him. She could quickly guess his mental illness from standing back here. Schizophrenia most likely. The twitching denoting lack of muscle control, and the way his mouth moved noted talking to himself. She pulled the door open slowly, clearing her throat to alert him to her presence, but he didn’t seem to hear her. He only tossed his head further to the side and continued murmuring under his breath. Expected. Most likely he was hearing voices in his head. She stepped inside the room, keeping the door open as she tried to make sure not to rattle the tray of medicine.


“Mr. Thompson? I brought you your medication.” she stated, her voice taking on a motherly tone as she moved towards him, hoping that he could hear her. To her surprise his head snapped up, looking directly into her eyes. His own a vibrant amber, though something child-like screamed behind them. Eyes lost in thought and in madness. She shivered again, though tried to keep it from showing as much outwardly as she could. Her hand swept towards the syringe, as her eyes never moved away from his own, deftly piercing the bottle and filling it up a quarter of the way. “Can I see your arm?” she asked, trying to keep her voice at that same tone.
“Here.” Hunter responded, lifting up his arm slowly for her. A line of cuts showed along its length, a line that looked oddly like tally marks. She tried to not think about it. Tried to push the grotesqueness of marking one's own body out of her mind as she injected the needle into his skin. The liquid pulsed through his arm, and she could see his veins bulge out for an instant before slowly lying flat as he let out a shaky breath, calming down and looking back up at her with relaxed eyes.


“Feeling better?” she asked with a smile to him. He nodded his head in satisfaction, leaning back against the wall as he closed his eyes. His smile was so genuine. She returned the grin and stood up, turning around to head through the open door. Her mistake. The only mistake. She turned her back on the patient. She couldn’t have anticipated what happened. Hunter was much faster than he seemed. His body shot straight up, his arm hooking around her neck, as his free hand grasped at her mouth, silencing her scream as he tugged her against him, his hot breath blasting just next to her cheek as he let out a wheezing cough of a laugh into her ear.


“Stupid bitch. You think I’m so fucking crazy fuck, don’t you? Think I don’t have enough sense in my head to fucking think?” he growled into her ear as he walked forward a few steps, kicking the door closed. She yelped as he tugged her backwards further, throwing her against the side of his cell wall. She turned her body, her side hitting it as she tried protecting her stomach as best she could. Her body sagged against the ground as the pain lit through her body. Hunter towered over her, leaning down and grasping her red hair in his hand and tugging her head backwards so her face was leaned up towards him.


“You’re pretty for a pregnant cow, you know that? Fucking whore. Got your jollies off with some fucking loser I bet. That’s how all you fucking whores are. You ignore fucking good guys like us, and we have to do this to you.” he snapped, his free hand striking the side of her face. She fell straight to the ground, some of her hair ripping from her scalp from being grasped in his hand. A bruise had already begun forming around her eye, starting to seal it shut as Hunter pressed his boot against her stomach.  Fear grasped her. She began to scream and immediately his boot crashed down against her neck, pinning her back down and silencing her scream as his eyes narrowed.


“And you have to make fucking noise too. God damn it. You bitches always have to make noise. Wouldn’t have been caught if you hadn’t. Guess it’s good that I’m here though. Get to finish the collection.” he growled, grabbing her hair again and yanking her up to a stand as his tongue lolled against the side of her cheek, lapping at a tear that had fallen. She tried to strike him, but her fists fell limply against his chest as he threw her against the wall again, back first. She collided with it, letting out another loud gasp before she felt his hand grasp at her uniform and pull away. Her tears fell, and they echoed in the silence of the depravity of the scene. Alone. With only her screams bouncing off the walls.




“She told you all of this?” Alexis asked with a sorrowful tilt of her head as Eclipse looked up at her from his position on the floor. He wiped his mouth as he finished his tale, his eyes slowly opening and closing without much thought. The memory slowly faded away from his mind, every image drifting out of his subconscious. He sat up, looking out the cracked window to escape from the thoughts a bit more before nodding his head.


“The Slit Mouthed Woman knows a lot. Probably more than she lets on honestly. I didn’t ask how she knew all of this. I think what scares me is that she would probably tell me more...I chose not to hear the rest of it. That’s all I wanted to know, and that’s all I cared to find out. Everything else is burned into my memory from seeing it myself, you understand.” he responded, as his wife sat beside him, resting her scarred head against his shoulder and pressing against him for warmth.


“These memories rise up when you are facing challenges. You don’t normally get this way unless you know you are going to be doing something you’ve never done before.” she stated, a knowing smile appearing on her face. She always knew more about his own emotions than he seemed too. Part of the reason he loved her. She could see far more than she let on. It was a gift of her hers. Not an empath, that was Oz through and through, but she was close in his mind. He turned his head, kissing her lips gently before looking back towards the window.


“Of course. The Grand Rampage. I wasn’t in it last year...didn’t get the invite. I am now. The largest one in EAW’s history, and I’m going in with more than just a target on my back. I’m King of Elite of EAW, remember? To everyone else, I’ve earned my title shot already. This is just to prove a point to everyone, at least in their minds. They think that I’ve decided to throw my hat in the ring because it’s a way to lord myself over everyone. So...yeah...a target on my back. A pretty big one. Hell, already I have people taking pot shots at it, and I don’t think I understand their reasoning behind it at all. As of late I haven’t thrown my own words out for the entire match, and yet here I am. Here I am able to take every scathing wound thrown at me, and I am now here to throw them back. That’s what fighters do. Grand Rampage. Hell of a place to make a memorable arrival into the world of immortality.


I’ve received my brush with it personally. Immortality came my way with gold. Not upon my waist...but upon my brow. A crown. King of Elite. A crown that has given rise to icons over the generation of EAW, and has corrupted the minds and hearts of many. Dragon’s Curse I suppose. The want of more. It’s why I replaced the crown with Iron. Gold doesn’t befit someone that didn’t desire a rule that way. I had to remind myself that I fought with blood and sweat, not payed victories and cheap tactics. My family behind me...my blood. That is what I fought with, and what I secured this crown with. A family that grows more and more every day. My family has supported me through all of this, and now I have the chance to bring them home something to smile about further. Something to give them hope. Madison can take home the Vixen’s championship on that night...and on that night either Erebos or myself are going to reign supreme at the Grand Rampage itself.”


“You’re getting ahead of yourself sweetie. You have to get past 39 other superstars, you know that. This is a beast that is going to take a lot of endurance to endure. I know you can overcome it, but you can’t try to keep up this confident charade.” Alexis sighed, turning his head so that his eyes faced hers. He smiled at her statement and kissed her again, her lips soft against his own. As he pulled away he placed a hand upon the small of her back as he looked back out the window, his eyes hardening up as he thought about the people that he would be facing at the Grand Rampage. Old and new faces. His mind swirled with thoughts and he slowly stood up, bringing Alexis with him as he walked to the window.


“Alexis. The biggest challenge I face is the fact that I desire to destroy everyone in that ring personally. I want to see just what kind of world EAW has going for itself. Oh...but there are some that I really want to destroy. I want to see bleed. Chris Elite is one such person. I want to make his entire being scream in agony before I silence his dreams. If for nothing else, because I think it will humble him up. Hearing him talk, one would think that he carried the entire Iconomy family on his back when he was a member of it. Oh...but according to him he did. According to him JJ Silva was a failure of a leader, and betraying me and stabbing me in the back was simply cutting the weak link from the chain. Oh...but Chris Elite can do no wrong. It’s perfectly understandable that there is no flaw or weakness in Chris Elite. He is a being of great perfection, and we are lucky to be within his sight. Of course that’s a lie. Of course no one believes him. No one believes Chris Elite, except for Chris Elite. I can say however, I do respect Chris Elite. He’s accomplished amazing things since leaving the Iconomy. He’s improved tremendously. He’s even worthy of competing for a title...except...he hasn't matured. He’s still a dysfunctional pre-teen trapped in the body of a stellar athlete. He fancies himself to be the Cock of the Walk of EAW, and doesn’t see that he is simply brushing shoulders against the wall that he has built himself.


Chris. As far as you get by yourself, you aren’t going to succeed. You will always fall short of people who surpass you. I have surpassed you, I surpassed you long ago. You may be making progress, but mine is years ahead of yours. Because I know who I am Chris. I’m not trapped in a fantasy that depicts me as the star, or as the greatest athlete in EAW. I hear what others call me. A psycho. A lunatic. A fake. A loser. A false king. A loser. I know all of what they say, and I don’t care about it Chris. They can say anything they want. Because I can tell you the truth of the situation. I can tell you this. You aren’t going to win at Grand Rampage. You aren’t going to win because just like in the Iconomy, I am better than you. I have surpassed you. And you will fade away into obscurity...while light shines upon me, as it should be.


Iconomy. Iconomy. Iconomy. Talking about it reminds me of someone though. Someone who decided to trade in his lion’s mane for a parasites teeth. JJ Silva. You were drifting in your obscurity until Zack Crash saved you. You were always the background player to people. You could only lead when you figured that people would be too stupid to fight for the spotlight in spite of you. It’s what you did in DWF. ROC 13? That was your brainchild, and you were forced out of it by your own apprentice, and he even stole your identity for a short stint of time. Yet, when teamed with me and Josh in De-evolution, we were unstoppable. I think I know why. Because in every group, the thing that matters most...is unity. United, when all minds think alike, nothing can stop us or separate us. Divided we stand. United we conquer. Iconomy’s slogan. But, I wasn’t good enough for you was I? No...no it wasn’t that, and you and I know it. You wanted the light all to yourself. You wanted to be the name that people chanted in EAW, and couldn’t stand to hear that whenever people talked of the Iconomy they talked about me and Chris Elite. Never you. You were an afterthought. A bit player. And here you are. A bit player once again. Omerta. The lap dog of Zack Crash, the worst of the suits. A man who cares nothing for those that he hurts, only using them for his own gain. How the mighty have fallen, Icon. I feared you once. Long ago, when I was new to the entirety of wrestling...and now...just as I have with Chris Elite...I have surpassed you. I have surpassed you, and I always will. Forever and a day.


The difference between us, JJ, is that I have stopped my stagnation. I have stopped being as you, for you are simply a stone. You can fit anywhere in the world...but only as a stone. I am mercury to you. Ever changing. Ever moving. Ever out of place, but never able to be removed. You can’t remove me. A disease of the world, and I have infected all of you. I am in your head, in your dreams, dancing around your thoughts JJ. You can’t get rid of me, and you never will. I promise you, when you are on your deathbed my face will be playing around in your mind...because in the end, what was the truth in DWF is the truth in EAW. You’ve never put me down...and the Grand Rampage will be the proof of that. You will enter in with all of the pride of a purebred dog, paraded around at a show at the beck and call of Zack Crash...and you will fall prey to a real animal. A hyena, willing to strip you to the bone in this matchup. I’d ask if you were scared JJ...but the answer is the same with everyone. They never are...not until they face me in the ring. And I hope that you last long enough for me to throw you out personally...old friend.


And yet...from the darkness a new threat rises. Judas. I didn’t know that I would be facing off against someone that seems to want to throw himself into the fray of combat so readily. Then again...he also seems very willing to die. Very willing. He seems to want to pick apart things about me...things that once he picked them apart showed just how new he is to the game that is facing me. See...he already made the first mistake. He turned his back on me after spitting a few words. He walked away. You never walk away from someone in a psych ward Judas. You never know how fast they really are. You never know what they can do. So...you wanted to speak ill of my family. You called them…a hinderance. You said that alliances weaken you. I suppose that makes sense, you have named yourself after the man who betrayed Christ for Coin after all. Alliances must not be your strong suit...but let me bring something to light for you. This isn’t an alliance. This is a family. Whether or not they stand behind me physically is up to them...but they have never abandoned me. They will never forsake me. And more so than that, they are not brainwashed. You seem to think that I forced them to join me...or that they are here because they cannot think for themselves. Everyone is so foolish whenever they say that. Yes, I did force Erebos to join, but yet he still stands beside us. He stands with us as a brother to the Sanatorium. Madison Kaline joined willingly, Ryan Savage came to us, and Maero was a kindred spirit needing a home. Alexis, my beautiful wife, will never leave my side. You dare call them a hinderance...I suppose you think that I will be unwilling to split you open during the Grand Rampage as well.


Also, this false idea of me believing I have power over EAW. Where did that notion come from? I have said numerous times that I know my place in the scheme of things. I know what I am capable of. Crowns do not change anything. They give me the ability to guide my destiny further along. A coward? I fight my own battles. I always have. My family helps as they see fit, but I’ve never used them to fight my battles for me. Oh, but you knew that I suppose. Of course you did, but stating it would not have proved your point. You want to continue to spew out lies, and I suppose that this as well befits your name. Add to that, the fact that you believe that I am a fluke, and I’m almost sure that you listened to JJ Silva about what to call me. Judas, I’m disappointed honestly. I’m disappointed because I expected something new, something unique to face. Yet I’m left with fighting the same trivialities I have faced in EAW time and time again. Men looking to beat the monster by becoming “monsters” themselves. Yet...you aren’t a monster. You aren’t anything like me, and you can’t get inside of my head to figure out what I am. Smarter men have tried, and failed. You won’t make me bow to you, because that supposed crown you wear upon your head, is full of lies. Your royal decrees are sad rhetoric, ignored by the masses. Your war paint is washed away by the rain of the truth. Your reign as the “true king” of the mountain of EAW means nothing to me, for it is an empty statement made by an ant in the face of an elephant. Oh Judas, I will never forget your name...so I hope you do well to remember this statement from me. Run while you can Judas, hang upon the words you speak as your namesake did, because if you don’t...the Outcast King will have that tongue cut from your mouth.”


Eclipse felt a laugh bubble in his throat as he turned to look back at Alexis who also smiled just as happily before leaning forward, kissing her lips in a warm embrace. Her softness melting against him before they pulled away and returned to looking at the sky. The sick darkness that enclosed around them was still there, looming in the distance. Clouds of war. Clouds of a war brewing in the distance...a war fought not with iron and armor, but with fists and flesh. Bones breaking would be the drums of war, and the ring of the bell the death knoll of it all. Grand Rampage was coming, and Eclipse would meet it head on as a king should.   

THERE WILL BE NO END, CAUSE DEATH IS MY BEST FRIEND

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you.
 
You’re all that is on my mind.
 
My life is focused on you and only you.
 
I’ve been analyzing how you talk, how you walk. How you communicate with others. How you react when you’re in danger. How you act when you’re in love. How you deal with sadness, stress and anger. I know everything about you, Maddie. I know how you feel; I know what you think on a day to day basis. Before this day I will admit that I didn’t take you seriously. I never once flinched at the sight of you walking down the ring and I never doubted my skills when facing you. I laughed until my stomach was sore at your pathetic attempt to be poetic and artistic. I never did a double take on your physique because your outer appearance was nowhere near intimidating.  Now, things are different. Things are very different. Maybe it’s for the better? Depends on which perspective you’re looking from. On your side of the spectrum life is going great. You finally have a “family” to depend on. You have a group of henchmen that are willing to do your dirty work in order to come across as controversial so they can have the attention of everyone. You’re basking in the glory, Maddie. This is for the better. On the other hand, I’ve been attacked and humiliated for weeks on end. I’ve gotten the shit kicked out of me multiple times and even on Voltage I was blinded and yet again, attacked without having a proper heads up. Things aren’t for the better and things have to change. I can’t fathom the idea of losing my title to you. To you, of all people. A woman who can’t stand on her own. A woman who is nothing but a bully. A woman who doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. A woman who is underserving and a straight up bitch who thinks she’s entitled to my gold.
 
People can say whatever they want about me, but I have always come out here and defended my title in a fair manner. I’ve never had people do my dirty work for me. Sure, there were times where I had my family with me but they were there for moral support – Your family, however, they make it easier for you to win matches. You may think that their involvement in your matches make you seem intimidating but that’s far from the truth. The Sanatorium makes you look weak. They make you look like a small scared child who has to constantly hold Eclipse Diemos’ hand for support. I can ask anyone in the EAW universe if I’m a good champion and you bet your sweet little ass they’d say YES. I’ve shown day in and day out that I am the face of this division. I represent every single Vixen in this division with the upmost pride. I make all of you look good. I make you look good, Maddie. Although, if you do manage to somehow take this title away from me then what’s going to happen with the pride and honor that I’ve restored on this championship? For years it has been tossed here and there to people who wouldn’t put their lives on the line for this company. On people who will easily ditch the division if things don’t go their way. On people who will drop the title as if it had no meaning or any significance. I’ve put our division back on the radar. I’ve swallowed my pride and dealt with criticism in order to improve as a Vixen. I’ve had people spit towards my direction and thrown trash at me because once you have this gold in your procession you’re vulnerable. People begin to analyze and detect any flaw that you have. It’s a real mental fuck-down if I do say so myself. Are you willing to take the responsibility of a champion? Or will you put your title on Ryan Savage so HE can deal with the shitty moments that come with it? This is going to be officially our third time facing one another for this championship. Your first loss you blamed it on a “fluke” win. The second loss you blamed it on Tarah Nova. What about the third? I wonder who you’re going to blame it on now…
 
However, as I mentioned earlier this time, things have changed. I feel a different vibe from you, much different than the other times we squared off in the ring. What is it, Maddie? Why is your scent off? Why are your eyes more hallowing, dark, and secretive? Why don’t you ever show any emotion? Even when you lost against HBG and I in our tag team match, you didn’t seem phased. What is your overall goal in EAW? Simply to cause havoc because if so then you don’t need to be anywhere near this title. I’m usually good at predicting how a person feels or simply know what they’re thinking but this time I got nothing. Ever since you joined the Sanatorium, you lost your voice, individuality and personality. It seems as if you’ve been lost in the Sanatorium mix. Everyone has their eyes on Eclipse but what about the broad that stands next to him?
 
 

I can’t read you but that’s all going to change. I’ll make sure to analyze every single word you say. I’ll go back and re-watch our previous matches and write down every single move you make. I will watch your past segments and I will learn all of your move sets. I will live and breathe Madison Kaline. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop your momentum and I will make the Sanatorium begin to doubt their decision on letting you in their family. Hell, I’ll make the entire EAW fanbase realize that you’re nothing but a fool. A fool who has no idea what she’s getting herself into. A fool who has the audacity to attack me when I’m not looking. A FOOL WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CHANCE AT BEATING ME. AN IDIOT WHO WILL HAVE TO LITERALLY KILL ME IN ORDER TO TAKE THIS GOD DAMN TITLE OFF OF MY HANDS. Regardless of the outcome of our match, people are going to be impressed. I make people look good and I guess it’s just your lucky day, Maddie. I’m pretty sure you’re relying on that saying, “three times a charm.” Unfortunately for you, that isn’t going to be the case…

 
 
 
So Grand Rampage is only a week away.  With that being said it is now time for all the sob stories and why they HAVE to win this match.  That their destined to win this match and how they’ve been waiting for this moment there who lives.   See I’m not here to make up some lame stories.  I’m not here to have all the fans soaked up so they can behind me going into the match.  That’s because I don’t need their support to win.  I never needed their support to win.  Night after night every time I step into that ring they boo me.  They hate everything I do and everything I stand for.  I mean the hate is heating up more these past couple of weeks than ever before.  Yet has that stopped me? Have I not won every damn match I’ve been in for damn near a month already? They boo the shit out of me every time my theme hits and they see me on Big Mikes shoulders.   I don’t let it get into my head like others would and that’s because I am not like the others.  I am Chris Elite!  I am whole different breed from these other “Elitist”.  I look over at the fans and just give them a smug look and go out there and do what I do best and that’s be great.  That’s being phenomenal that’s being CHRIS ELITE! Something the fans nor anyone in the Grand Rampage can’t be even if they tried their very best.   Now you guys can go ahead and you can lie about how you don’t want to be like Chris Elite.  You don’t want to be like some asshole who leaves then comes back whenever he pleases.  You can claim you don’t want to be the guy who hasn’t won a title in EAW in damn near 7 years.  However I know your lying I know deep down if you put all that other bullshit to the side.  That I would be EVERYONE’S idol in EAW.  If I would of stuck around with leaving once.  If I would of won a couple of titles YOU GUYS WOULD LOVE ME!  I mean behind closed doors and when your alone half of you fans already do love me.  You all have posters of me in your room hung up on the wall.   Now girls have me on their wall for different reasons then the men do.  See the men put me up on my poster on their wall and set that as a goal.  They want to look like me and be like me in every single way.  And well the woman many of you should know why they have me on their walls.  Hell even the Elitist here look up to me on the low.  They love what I can do in the ring that they can’t do in their brightest dreams.
 
 
Now like I told everyone I am not here to hit you with no sad ass story like.  “My mother died and the last thing I told her is that I will win Grand Rampage in 2016”.   Or “In order to pay my landlord I must win this match”.   Wait I got one more… “My dad left me so I promised to myself I’d win Grand Rampage to make sure he comes back”.    See I don’t need to say any of this lame shit because my mom is still with me.  My dad is still with me and my rent has been paid for the next 5 years.  Winning this match isn’t about any of that for me.   It’s simply about proving a point.  A point I’ve been trying to prove since I stepped foot back into an EAW ring.   The point being that I didn’t come here to be thrown around like all the other times you have seen me in this ring.  I’ve came here to make sure EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE remembers who I am.   I don’t want to go down in the books as the guy who just left a bunch of times and returned just to do the same thing.  I don’t want to be the guy who has never won a single title.  Nope I refuse to go down in history like that.  I want to go down in history as the man everyone doubted and slept on but yet still came out on top.   See because somehow I’m one of if not the most slept on people in this 40 man Grand Rampage match.   I’m used to it though I’ve been slept on my whole career in EAW.  I was slept on in damn near every match that I’ve been in over the past couple of weeks and what have I done?  I won them.   This match will be no different I will be the one headlining our biggest show ever in Pain for Pride.   No more 24/7 Battle Royale matches at Pain for Pride.  Nope that’s getting to old.  This time I want to MAIN EVENT PAIN FOR PRIDE!  I want to have one of special entrances there I want to have that whole stadium to boo me like they always do.   I want Big Mike to carry me out to the ring and this time not having it be for some lame ass match but the MAIN EVENT OF PAIN FOR PRIDE!  I don’t want to do the Box Office Smash at any old Showdown or to any random opponent.  I WANT TO BOX OFFICE SMASH SOMEONE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE AGAINST WHATEVER WORLD CHAMPION I CHOOSE!  I want to be the one on Showdown who brings home the Grand Rampage victory.  I should be the favorite!  Not Aren, not Jamie or even Xavier.  I want to prove to everyone when I say I’m the face of Showdown it isn’t just shit talk its real talk it’s 200 percent fact!  I should be the favorite and after it’s all said and done all the rumor sites all the fans are going to wish they did make me the favorite! All those “Experts” are going to wish they didn’t count me out of this match.  I promise you that.  I can look you in the eyes and tell you this without cracking a smile. 
 
 
 
I don’t care about the guys like Lucian Black.  Why should I be?  The man has been a favorite to win damn near every big match he’s ever been in.  Anyone care to remind me what happened with most of those? That’s right he couldn’t get it done.  Can Grand Rampage be any different?  Well maybe it could if I wasn’t in it but since I am you fans of his will yet again see your hero fail.  You guys will witness him coming so close to getting it done but failing again.  However with that being said if you’ve been a fan of his long enough it shouldn’t be anything you’re not used to right? The Samoan Superman is known for that type of stuff.  Oh my fault I forgot he thinks he’s the Punisher now.  And when Spider-Man is hot in 2017 he’ll nickname himself that.   Maybe when Suicide Squad hit’s theaters he’ll call himself the Joker.  That’s simply because this man isn’t original he can’t think for himself he has to use movies and all this other shit as an inspiration.  I’m sure when he saw The Titanic whatever company he was in he started to think he was Jack.  That’s just the type of guy Lucian is.  A failing when he should be succeeding super hero and big name copycat.   That’s all he’ll ever be.  Because I will stop him from cementing his name in history as a Grand Rampage winner.
 
 
I’ll stop everyone from cementing their name in legacy.   Especially you Aren.  For some reason out of all the Showdown guys and all the EAW guys you are somehow the favorite.  You are somehow the person everyone wants to see walk in and win.  Well I’m sorry to burst the bubble of you and the fans but it isn’t going to happen.  I refuse to let it happen.  I should be the one I WILL BE THE ONE! Bringing that Grand Rampage win to Showdown.  Not you or Jamie or even Cam.  I will be the one to go on the next Showdown and tell everyone.  I WON THE GRAND RAMPAGE! IT WAS ME WHO OUT LASTED 39 OTHER ELITIST TO HEADLINE PAIN FOR PRIDE!  The Russian Prince won’t win this The Fresh Prince of Showdown will.  God’s Given Greatness will walk out of this match the winner.  I don’t need to be in no “Power Couple” to be noticed or to be relevant.  Matter of fact after the bell rings and my hand is raised and I’m being announced winner of the Grand Rampage.   Right at that moment Aria will realize she needs a winner.   Not some guy who loses to people who weren’t in the match in the first place.   Aren you are kind of like Lucian you have a history of choking during big moments when you’re the so called favorite.  You did it during King of Elite when you were the favorite to win that.   Then you did it during the world title match.  People claim that those matches were stolen from you and I am telling you now to expect no different next weekend.
 
 
Let’s bring up one of the other “Dark Horses” in this match.  JJ Silva a good friend of mine.  But in that ring especially for this match there is no friends and there is no respect for anyone.  So why not start off early before Grand Rampage?  Drop the respect and let’s bring up facts.  
 
Fact #1:  You went from having your own “Bitches” in Iconomy to now being the bitch of Zack Crash.
 
 
Fact #2:  You despite being the leader was the most uninteresting person in Iconomy.
 
 
Fact #3:  You’re going to have to have to go with option number 2 on that little list you had because you won’t be winning Grand Rampage.
 
 
Now I’m not trying to sound like everyone this whole week.  With the whole “I’m going to win this match” “No I’m going to win this match”.  I don’t plan on going back and forth with everyone or I’ll be here all day and I’ll get very annoyed.  I just here to let you know with me in this match none of you have a chance.   I don’t care if Omerta tries to back you up going into this match you still don’t stand a chance.  JJ you are the dark horse for a reason.  Matter of fact you aren’t even a dark horse.  You are just the person that will be eliminated and no one will care.  No one will bat an eye once it happens because no one was expecting you to walk out the winner in the first place.   They don’t care about the win’s you have against guys like Tyler Parker and neither do I.   Because it won’t help you win this match.  None of those past victories you love to bring up every time you can will help you this week.   After Grand Rampage nothing changes for you.  You just go back to Dynasty as the bitch for Scott and Zack nothing less nothing more.  For me though? Everything changes I go from being one of the most hated to being the most loved!   You know these fans love to hop on bandwagons and after next week they’ll be hopping on mine. 
 
 
 
Funny how the world works isn’t it? After being one of the most hated for being too cocky and not humble enough.  I’ll be the most loved once everyone sees the reason I am so cocky and why I am not humble.  After Grand Rampage you know what I say to being humble? The same thing I’ve been saying about it for years… FUCK IT!    No need to be humble when you’re me.  When I grew up I didn’t want to be like no one else but myself.    I didn’t look at any of these legends or hall of famers here as an inspiration or anything else.  I wanted to be better than them and soon enough I can honestly say I will be.   Soon enough kids won’t be shy to say they look up to me like they are now.   These kids will no longer be hated for liking me and being my fan they will be worshipped just like I will be!  So as I said before “Oh it’s your time now”.  Well guess what?
 
 
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Miss me?


I know Jamie O’Hara has, it seems like Jamie has this little fantasy stuck in his head about wanting to regain redemption from me costing him the EAW Championship at King of Elite by entering the Grand Rampage and trying to eliminate me from the match in some foolish attempt to get his revenge. Jamie seems to have it in his head that if he eliminates me from the Grand Rampage, that he'll somehow find the way to get the EAW Championship back, just like how he thought if he went after Aren Mstislav, that he would get so much closer to getting back the championship. It’s pretty sad, really, that Jamie is still trying to gun for the title and blaming others for his own shortcomings …are we really going to forget that you had a chance to win the EAW Championship back at Reasonable Doubt and you choked? What was the excuse for that one, Jamie? Was that also my fault? Was it Aren’s? Let’s be perfectly honest here Jamie, you’re not going to win this match, you’re not going to eliminate me, and you’re not going to do a single thing to me. You are without a doubt the biggest one hit wonder in the history of EAW that I have ever seen. How many times have you had an opportunity to get to the top and failed? How many times have you choked when you had to win a match? How many opportunities have you had to actually become successful and failed at the last hurdle? You became the second person in history to FAIL to successfully cash in your Cash in the Vault briefcase despite the fact that you had over a month to prepare for that match, even after you finally managed to win the title after you weaselled your way into getting another title, you failed to even successfully defend your title the first time and got injured. You were the world champion and you didn’t even compete for a month and a half, half of your reign you were sat out injured. You only had one successful title defence in your entire reign and even then, it was Mstislav who did the majority of the work in getting everybody out. And then, all it took was one elbow for me to knock you out at King of Elite and then another elbow at Reckless Wiring. What makes you think that anything is going to be any different this time around? What exactly makes you think that you’re going to get revenge on me and beat me? What REALLY makes you think that you’re going to do what you couldn’t do before? What makes you think that you’re going to survive ANOTHER elbow shot and not be knocked out, Jamie? That chin is weak, I’ve cracked it two times before, what makes you think I won’t do it again? I can find your chin from anywhere and I will crack it again and I will knock you out, I’ll grab your body and dump it out of that ring and that’s only if I’m feeling nice. That’s IF I’m feeling like showing you mercy because maybe, maybe I’ll decide to really embarrass you and break you down, beat you until you’re begging me to eliminate you and maybe, maybe I’ll do it but maybe I’ll keep going until you can no longer breathe, until I’ve taken every little thing away from you and stop this huge waste of space from being on Showdown.


Don’t get me wrong Jamie, I admire the guts you have for wanting to step up and come after me but you need to understand that you are below my level. All you are is a one hit wonder and I admire the fact that you are so desperate to dispel that notion but coming after me isn’t going to change that. What is the excuse going to be when you lose? That you somehow got ‘screwed’ again and cry until you get what you want? Why didn’t you just let your balls drop and be a man and keep fighting, who gives a fuck if somebody ran down and interfered in your match? If you were REALLY that good, you’d have found a way to keep surviving after people interfered in your match, if you were really that good it wouldn’t matter if Albert Hitchman, or Thomas Minns, or Aren Mstislav or me interfere in your matches because you would have found a way to survive in those matches. You didn’t see me losing so easily despite Mr.DEDEDE interfered in match with Kawajai to unify two world titles, no, I KEPT fighting and I won. You didn’t see me losing my world title at Pain for Pride because Xavier turned on me and superkicked me, I KEPT going. You didn’t see me losing so easily after Zack Crash interfered against me against Starr-Stan in the House of Horrors, I kept going and I won. All you are is a pussy and a loser who has to keep citing reasons for why you lose and why you consistently choke in big matches. You’ve never drawn a dime for this company and yet, you somehow expect to be handed every little thing. You somehow expect everybody to feel bad for poor ol Jamie because he keeps getting ‘screwed’ out of being champion even though he lost the title match fairly at Reasonable Doubt but instead of just blaming himself and going to gym to get better, he just MUST be getting screwed! It’s easy to go and say a bunch of shit to Bryce but when you get into that ring, and you’re standing across the ring from me, you’re going to realise the same thing that everybody else realises; I’m going to maul you. And all the stuff you’ve said leading up to this, all this talk about spilling my blood and guts across the ring, all this talk about getting your revenge on me, you’ll realise very quickly that it isn’t going to happen. You’re going to panic like they all do, you’re going to freeze like they do, you’re going to doubt yourself, you’re going to second guess yourself and I’m going to send a jab down the pipe and break your nose. My heart bleeds for you Jamie, it honestly does. I can’t wait for us to finally be in the ring together, because despite everything that you’ve said to Bryce, despite all this shite about seeking your revenge on me and I’m sure you got everybody believing in you, I’m sure you’ll everybody telling you that you can totally beat me and go on to main event Pain for Pride and get your hundredth title shot to rival Carlos Rosso and Victor Vendetta in the most amount of failed title shots of all time and you can totally have the Pain for Pride moment you want! But I see the bitch in you. I see the modern day Eddie Mack who failed to successfully cash in the vault and is trying way too hard to keep himself relevant but it isn’t going to happen Jamie. You’re going to choke once again, I know that and you know that deep down. But don’t worry Jamie, when I’m done with you, you’re not going to have to worry about coming up with an excuse because you won’t even have a career in EAW once I’m finished with you. But don’t worry, once you heal up from your injuries, your credibility may be gone from EAW but it’s cool, I’ll give you a nice job of cleaning my private jet to let you have some kind of steady income.


And going from one person with an excuse as to why they lost a match, we have another person who has an excuse as to why she lost a match! Cameron, I’ll really glad for you that you have that excuse that you didn’t lose at Pain for Pride because I really did need that laugh. Apparently, despite ALL the years that you have spent in EAW, you still aren’t quite sure how a triple threat match works but here, let me tell you exactly how it works: Three people have a match, and at the end of the match, there is one winner and TWO losers and while you might think that you didn’t ‘lose’ because you weren’t pinned, I think EAW would disagree with you because the OFFICIAL records say: ‘Dark Demon DEFEATED Heart Break Boy AND Cameron Ella Ava so while it’s nice that you have an excuse there for you but honey, you lost the match. But really, I’m shocked you have the NERVE to even say anything to me after I victimized you at Pain for Pride along with the Heart Break Boy, I’m shocked that you didn’t just take the HBB route and keep your mouth shut and get down on your knees and kiss my feet. But maybe I just hit you too hard at Pain for Pride and killed a few of your brain cells but really, how the hell are you even going to attempt to run your mouth on me after I embarrassed you and your ex tag team partner at the biggest show in the history and RIPPED the title away from you. I mean, at least HBB had the balls to show up the next week and at least demand a rematch with me, granted it didn’t work out for him and I took his soul at Mid-Summer Massacre but you? You didn’t even have the gull to show your face in EAW for months until the Empress of Elite! You didn’t even have the gull to ask for a rematch for your title! Why was that Cameron, were you afraid of me? Were you afraid that I’d slaughter you again and potentially end your career? Were you THAT afraid of me that you actually went back to face the vixens again with your tail in between your legs? Were you THAT afraid of a rematch with me that dropped down and had to go face Chuck Scene for a lesser title in the Interwire title and ‘I must defend the honour of the Vixens even though I’ve shitted on them constantly!!!’? I told you leading up to Pain for Pride everything that I would do to you and it all happened Cameron, so why would anything change now? Maybe, you knew that after Pain for Pride and that is why you decided to duck me. Please, tell me after you had to listen to EVERYTHING that myself and Bryce Dean said about slaughtering you, about victimizing you, about destroying you at Pain for Pride, how you can hear every time that I have a match and listen to Bryce Dean proclaiming ‘THE SLAYER OF THE AVA FAMILY’ and NOT do a SINGLE thing? How can you be in the SAME building as me and NOT do a single thing about it? What type of coward do you have to be to be insulted every week and not do a single thing about it? Why was it that it was HBB who showed up to face me and NOT you? Where was the oh so confident Cameron Ella Ava to regain her title from me? I mean, if I didn’t ‘defeat’ you at Pain for Pride, you surely would be confident of beating me in a rematch right? SURELY if you were THAT confident of me just being ‘hype’, you’d be all up for a rematch against me and take back your title right?


Honestly, you’re as pathetic as Jamie O’Hara is with all these excuses. How exactly was my reign a ‘’failure’’ when not only was it LONGER than either of your Hall of Fame title reigns, but I also had the MOST defences? I defeated, no sorry, CRUSHED, the supposed ‘Greatest of All Time’ in my first defence and had him shaking in his boots against me. I defeated Diamond Cage, a former EAW Champion, and SLAUGTHERED his wife! I defeated Jesus Christ a day after his birthday! Have you ever defeated Jesus? No? I defeated Alex Anderson, a former Dynasty Wrestling Champion and ACE Champion, I defeated a hall of famer in the eating world federation in Tyler Porker! I defeated a former world champion in the Pimping World Federation in Hades the Dickraiser and even defended my title in a tag team match against Dynamite Rain and Little Runt Bailey! And I’m sure you’ll say ‘They weren’t real challengers!’ but who are YOU to say that? Who are YOU to deny them the opportunity to challenge for the title when NOBODY else in EAW would even do it? That’s the biggest difference between me and you Cameron, I was a fighting champion who successfully defend my title every week against people who weren’t even in the company and you? You couldn’t even do that and you have the gull to actually talk about me as a champion? Are you being serious here or do you have nothing on me and you’re trying to desperately to throw anything against the wall and see if it sticks? It’s honestly pathetic and for the ‘Greatest Vixen ever!!!’, I would have expected something a bit more than that but considering I whooped your ass the last time, I’m not surprised. But it’s okay mamacita, you get to once again share the ring with the most handsomest guy in EAW, so that’s a victory right there for you!


JJ, those who live in glass houses should be very careful when throwing stones and especially those with a glass chin because I’ll break your face. I’m legitimately puzzled as to why you’re speaking my name out of turn, are you seriously suggesting that because I’ve actually been able to do what you haven’t do and get to the top of EAW, that I’m just meant to step aside for you? I don’t care how many times I’ve been to the top, I’m not stepping aside for you and why want to do such a thing or should I feel the need to do that? You’re not the ‘Dr. Dre’ of EAW, the biggest difference between you and Dre is, Dre actually makes money for people, Dre makes money for himself. You don’t make a single dime for this company, ESPN isn’t going to be asking you for interviews, they aren’t putting you on Jimmy Kimmel to promote shows, all you are is a free TV fighter bum who nobody cares about. You could be released from this company tomorrow and not one person would never notice if you were gone, you’re not important to even get a news article about it. I put this company in a whole other tax bracket, I make this company more money than anybody else and there’s reason why they gave me the highest paying contract in history to keep me here so as far as I’m concerned, I’m the one paying your bum ass and putting food on your table, I’m the one supporting your family so really, you should be on your knees kissing my feet and THANKING ME. Who are you even trying to fool here, JJ? Nobody thinks you’re going to win and why would they? You’ve been here for a long time and accomplished nothing, you’re most irrelevant Iconomy member and the least successful of them as well – Eclipse won King of Elite, Cailin won the Specialist title, Chris Elite moved to a brand that isn’t filled with nobodies and bums like Scott Oasis as World Champions and he’s making a legitimate name for himself there, what the hell are you doing? You don’t make it onto FPV’s, the only notable show you’ve even been on this year was a Supershow for Dynasty and I use the term ‘supershow’ loosely for a brand that nobody watches, and you opened that show while people who were in EAW for about a month where further ahead of the card than you. The ONLY reason you’re in this match is because they need to fill up the numbers, you’re just a small player in this game so you should learn your place before speaking my name out of turn before I go and buy your farm in Kentucky and turn it into a dump. You should be grateful that you’re even getting to be in the same match as me, you should be out celebrating and drinking moonshine by the cows with your cousin Cletus and ringing up Bailey Fullen and telling her to break out the red panties because I’m making your bum redneck ass rich.


Please, please don’t give me this excuse of ‘You were given more chances than me!’, I had already won more titles in EAW than you after I spent the time amount of time in EAW as you had. I won a title within two months of being in EAW, I won King of Extreme in my first opportunity at it, I won the World title in my first shot at it, I unified the World Heavyweight Championship AND the EAW Championship in my first go at it, I won the Hall of Fame all I ever needed was ONE opportunity at things. You had a chance to become the Tag Team Champion and you failed, so please don’t come crying to me about me getting more chances than you because I took whatever chance came to me and conquered anybody in my way. I don’t know how I’m apparently a ‘shadow’ of myself JJ because I lost to Xavier, myself and Xavier had a hard fought match, I fought through that match with a broken arm and it took him everything that he had to beat me, I fought on a level that you have NEVER performed at and a level that you don’t even have in you. Do you not even realise how generic you sound? You’re saying the SAME THING that every little never-will-be fuck who has accomplished to somebody who has actually accomplished something here, you’ll get a nice little pat on the back and a ‘way to go kid!’ from people while they’re smiling in your face while laughing at you behind their back. You know yourself that you don’t REALLY believe that I’m a threat and if you do, you’re more delusional than I originally thought you were or maybe, considering you’re from Kentucky of all places, you really are that idiotic and simple minded. I don’t know how you can tell me that I have ‘no legs to stand on’ based off one lose, considering you have NEVER had any legs to stand on considering you’ve never a single thing in this company. I’m considered THE favourite to win this Grand Rampage for a reason, and that’s because I’ve ALWAYS come back from setbacks stronger than I was before, you’re sounding A LOT like HBB and Cameron were leading up to Pain for Pride before, they BOTH thought I was just filled with hot air and talking out for my ass and they both saw exactly what happened after we got into the ring but really JJ, you probably won’t even be in the Grand Rampage by the time I get into it. You’ll probably be already thrown out of the ring and eliminated anyway before I even enter the match, so why even bother with it? Why are you lying to yourself, JJ? Why are you even wasting your time trying to convince people that you even have a chance in this match when everybody knows you’ll lose anyway? Like I said, you’re just a small player in this match, so please play your part and don’t speak ill of the king.


And once again, another no name bum who has been in this company for a cup of coffee and has done sweet fuck all decides to speak my name in vain and thinks that he can make himself relevant by talking about me. It’s all rather pathetic, especially when the man needs to get his facts straight because he’s talking about me fighting 39 other people with one arm, and maybe I’ll buy the man a subscription to the EAW Network so he can clearly see me rip that sling from my arm and knock Jamie out cold clean with that arm so he can clearly see that my arm is healed. I apologize that you can’t see me in action every week on Showdown to prove just how fully healed my arm is but, I don’t need to fight on weekly TV shows anymore unlike your bum ass. You haven’t done a single thing in this company, and yet you actually believe that you can step up to somebody on my level. All you have done is beat nobodies and lames that nobody knows who they are and yet, you think that actually gives you a reason or a chance to step up to me? I’m sorry but the big leagues, I’m a far bigger star than you, I actually beat people that people know of, I beat people who have actually done things in this company unlike you. Maybe you’d be better talking to rednecks like JJ Silva and you two can have a debate on who is more irrelevant out of the two of you never-will-be’s because I have much better things to be doing than speaking to somebody who isn’t going to even make a dent in this match, because you’re not even going to be a factor in this match. There’s a huge different from fighting a bunch of tomato cans on Dynasty every week and stepping up into this match and facing me, even guys like Vance Tybull last year, who walked into this match undefeated and defeated a bunch of nobodies, got his ass thrown out of that time and really, you’re just another him. You’re just another overhyped guy who beats a bunch of tomato cans on a brand that is void of any real stars and filled with absolute nobodies and the second that you get into the ring, you’re going to be exposed really fast. It’s like I told JJ Silva, you’re just a small player in this game and you should play your part, and not try to do the impossible because it isn’t going to work out too well for you. You could try and come after me, try and re-break my arm, try and break my leg, or my ankle, or my ribs, or my neck, or my back, you can TRY and do whatever you like but if you do, I’m just smack the shit out of you, rip that mask off your face and beat the ugly out of you until I eliminate your bum ass from the match.


I got 39 graves already dug for all of you bums, I hate to be the one to crush all of your dreams of main eventing Pain for Pride but I’m the one main eventing Pain for Pride, I’m the one getting that EAW Championship, what I SHOULD have gotten in my home country. Anybody who wants to try and grow a pair, step up to me, I don’t mind because in the end, I’m miles above every single one of you. Come at me with the best you got, my mind is bulletproof. Come at me with the ‘Xavier broke your arm, ‘You lost your title’, ‘you’re washed up’ and see where it gets you. You may not want to admit it to yourselves, but I’m the greatest pound for pound fighter that this company has ever seen. I don’t need to statpad to do it, I don’t need to beat bums like Ryan Savage and Liam Catterson to do it, I don’t need to come back for one match a year and lose to Jacob Senn to do it, but after this week, after Pain for Pride, I’ll force all of you to accept it. And for all of you that will cry and bitch and moan about me not stepping aside, about hogging the spotlight, about not letting you bums get a chance at Pain for Pride?



I’ll wipe my tears with my money.

The flight to London was a smooth one. Ever since I raged at Samurai I've felt more relaxed. Of course that came at a price;  the internet is overflowing with 'Cloud Loses LOL' memes these days. I felt like I needed to express some frustration, but once again Alex was right. I was more upset with myself than him. I was upset with my own lack of strength to reinforce my convictions.

As #TeamElite (The nickname Chris gave us) walked out of the airport, I could feel Cailin's gaze linger in my direction. We didn't get a chance to speak much after the incident in Cali and she made it obvious that it was something to be discussed about. The last few months took its toll on me, and I was known for isolating myself from my loved ones in times of stress. If I wanted to change for the better, that habit had to be voided.

"Guys," I began while grabbing Cailin's hand. "Cai and I will meet up with you guys later."

Everyone turned around. Aren put an arm around Aria and knowingly nodded. Aria followed with a warm smile. Tarah was on the phone with her man, but gave a reassuring gesture. Big Mike shrugged, and Chris threw up his hands in protest.

"Come on ladies!" He pleaded. "I thought we were gonna hit the town!"

I don't know what kind of look Cailin gave him, but Chris turned around and began looking for a taxi.

Once everyone left, Cai lead me over to an empty bench. A feeling of dread fell over me as we placed our luggage to the side.

"Start." Cailin's voice felt like a hot knife.

"S-start what?" I tried not to stammer.

Cailin crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. "Don't play stupid Matsuda. As of lately you've been either avoiding us or raging at Alex and Haruna. Yeah Aria and I helped ya with your promo but I can tell your mind's been cloudy. No pun."

"Cai..." I sighed. "I...well-"

"Before you speak I want you to think carefully. You know how I feel about being lied to. You also know how I feel about people with trashy attitudes. Because right now Steph, the only place this attitude of yours belong is in the trash. You are akin to that trash can. Yeah, that one over there right next to you. I don't have time for trash, but I will it take it out if I have to."

Time seemed to slow down for a moment as I considered Cailin's words. What I loved about my lady was also what I feared most from her: her brutal honesty. My mouth opened, but I was at lost for words. Cai was right. I didn't want the worst of me to ruin the best of us. 

"You don't have to say anything Steph" Cailin continued. "Just keep in mind what I've said and keep your attitude in check. You'll kick Alex's ass one day. Just not right now."

That was my reality. I was nowhere close to being as good as the Mexican Samurai. I couldn't even beat Haruna at her own game. I knew I had the skills to defeat her, but blind rage was my flaw. I forsaken the Sky Princess and now my kingdom was falling into the ocean. The War Queen can't exist without the Sky Princess and vice versa. But in order for them to co-exist, Stephanie Mia Matsuda had to focus. The right balance of daredevil heroism and dark horse brutality was the key to unlocking my true potential. Cailin interrupted my thoughts with a kiss. The feeling of her lips was everything.

"Stop being stuck in your own head and be the Steph we all know and love...the Steph I love."

"Cai..."

"Yeah I know. It's the first time I've said it to you. Don't get all mushy on me."

"Heh...I won't. There's more we have to discuss."

"I know...but right now I just want to make out with my Blasian Barbie."

I don't call her Baelin for nothing.


Anarchy in the UK. That's what our match is going to be like Nobimon. I hope your match against JD didn't take too much out of you because I'll give no quarter. I don't care how many matches you've had, at the end of the day your my opponent. This is something I'm growing accustomed to; battling friends and family. Yeah...I consider you to be a friend Nobi. It doesn't take much to befriend a Steph Matsuda. But ut does take a lot to forge a bond made of steel. My Formation sisters taught me as much.

That little skit you did was cute. You're pretty creative when you put a thinking cap on that little dummy head of yours. Unfortunately that creativity won't help you in our match Nobi. I'm nothing like JD Damon - who by the way I valet for a few summers prior. He was a perfect gentleman too. If you win then kudos to you! If not...then it's gonna suck to be you because after Battleground you'll be two losses in debt and I'll be 20k richer and 18 matches away from becoming the FIRST female World mother fn' Champion. Will I be the Answer of Elite Wrestling? Will I be the Elite Answer of Wrestling? Or Will I just be the Heavyweight of the World? 

Find out on the next season of Nobiball Z. As for right now? I'll just settle for kicking your ass.