If I am a storm, I must be the perfect one.

Because I am just absolutely flawless, Ares Vendetta. I am the tornado that meets fire, I am the lightning bolt that hits it's mark -- I am the one out of ten, ten times out of ten. I am when rain and force winds meet, I am the nickel sized hail, I am in this case, an eternal cataclysm. To your world, I am the apocalypse. To your falsely perceived reality, I am the crimson red pill. You may dream of defeating me, but I will be your wake up call. 

Your flowery rhetoric will do you no good, Ares. I can see what you were going for, however. Relegate a God to a storm -- knowing that storms are meant to weathered, knowing that they all eventually come and go and assuming, maybe, so will I. And I will, you're correct. I can't keep doing this forever, eventually someone else will rule this world someday, eventually my storm will fade away. But I am the greatest storm the world has ever seen. Hurricane Katrina lasted for a could of days, the Great Flood went for 40 days and 40 nights, but I have sustained this fury for over NINE YEARS. What storm do you know has ever lasted this long??? You can't put an expiration date on me. My patterns cannot be tracked. My end is not in your forecast. And my end will not be because of you. I will go out on MY TERMS! THAT IS WHAT I PROMISED MYSELF FROM THE VERY BEGINNING; I PROMISED MYSELF THAT NO MAN ALIVE WOULD EVER HAVE THE SATISFACTION OF BEING MY DEMISE! Ares you, like many others in this world are so used to your false prophets, your absentee Gods and your legends being folklore. But in the Land of Elite what you have is something different, you're going up against something completely different. At the Grand Rampage you are facing a living legend, at the Grand Rampage you are meeting God in the flesh, you are getting a man who's words alone are prophetic! You are getting me in all of my glory! Not a memory, not a fantasy, not a fairy tale, but REALITY.

When I strip down your colorful syntax, I find that everything you're saying, I've heard aaallll before. It's like the broken record repeating itself in different tunes, because every single week, for every single year of my career somebody has promised the same thing -- somebody has made the same exact promises that you're making right now. It's to the point of being tiresome, it's become another day at the office. Just another unavailing empty promise from just another child who thinks he's got my number. What have you got to fall back on? Your debut win against me that another man handed to you? At the Grand Rampage there will be none of that. There will be no Zack Crash, no House Vendetta, no Ryan Savage, no Elimination Chamber, no four other competitors, no tag team contest -- and just so you can't make anymore worthless, pitiful excuses, I'll make sure I defeat you decisively. I'll make sure this one's not by count out, okay? I promise. You have my word, I'll hand you the most heart-rending defeat of your career. I'll turn your success story into a sob story, I will render your legacy into nothing more than a tragedy. I will make House Vendetta's family words "Kings who kneel before God". That will be your family slogan. You will be the next Vendetta who bends the knee before me, and maybe after you I'll go after cousin Vic next and take that EAW Title off of his hands. I don't know, I'll think about it. After all, I've beaten everybody. There's nobody left on Voltage to beat. There's nobody left on Voltage who even deserves to compete against me. You hardly even deserve to face me. Had you not won the Gold Rush tournament I might not have even accepted your challenge. Maybe my feelings would be a bit more hurt over you insisting that my Answers World Title run is all thanks to you -- had I not beaten you numerous times since that fateful night at Road to Redemption. 

Do you see why you're just like the rest? Do you see why, despite all of your god given talent and hard earned skill, you're still undistinguished from the rest? Because you're a promise maker, just like everybody else. This is the land of promise makers who are banking on achieving what they set out to do. We so boldly proclaim the darndest things, but only one man relies not on promises, and that man is me. My words are like doctrine. When I speak, it's checkmate. I win before I even step into the ring because I know exactly how great I am. 

In fact come to think of it, I might not! I might be better than I say I am, in all actuality! I don't know -- I remember back in December of 2014 when we were heading into the new year, and I had just won my second Extremist of the Year award, my sixth Match of the Year award and was entering my seventh month as the World Heavyweight Champion. I was sitting in my compound in Ft. Lauderdale and couldn't stop staring at my newly won trophies and the World Heavyweight title belt in front of me on the table... and I just kept thinking, "wow, I'm fucking great." It was a profound moment for me, I legitimately thought I couldn't possibly get any better than I was at that point. But I was wrong.

Because now I'm so much better. I'm light years beyond what I was when I crushed your daddy in Battle of the Gods. I honestly didn't think it was even possible. I thought the only place to go from there was down, but in this run I've proven I'm even more dominant, in this run I have been utterly immaculate. It defies the laws of physics how great I am. It should be illegal, it should be against the law to be this great. It should be a crime -- and to think that maybe, possibly, I might even get better?? That I might be underestimating myself?? I hate to break it to you Ares, but not only are you not on my level, not only are we not in the same stratosphere, but we're in different worlds. In your warped, superficial, embroidered reality, everything about Mr. DEDEDE can be dispelled by running your mouth. Everything he does is just a mind game, every part about him is a facade, and he won his World Championships with his words! -Throws up arms- Yup! With his fucking words! That's a convincing enough argument in your world! Everything I am is an embellishment, and why? Because Ares Vendetta says so! Spoken like a true kid with an overactive imagination. All of that makes perfect sense in your reality. Your inane, distorted, completely false reality, where the name "Vendetta" still means a damn. But in my world, in this world, in the real world, in present day, my name is the byword for everything that is EAW, and EAW is the pinnacle of combat sports. It's not just a "big fish in a large pond", it's me being greater than any Megalodon in the ocean! That's what I am, and that's what I will be until the day I bow out. And while the name Vendetta evokes a pity and a sigh, the mere mentioning of my name evokes an unprecedented response! That's all because of one man, that's all because of one mind, that's all because of ME. THAT'S GOD. 

The camera opens on Pizza Boy standing uncomfortably close to the camera.  His face looks tired and twitchy, and his body can't seem to stop moving from side to side as he gazes his dead stare into the lens.

PB: Where'd ya go, Evan? You got quiet on me.  Did my words finally seep through that thick leather bound skull of yours? Am I starting to make too much sense? Is your reality crumbling under the weight of the real world?  Did the minimum wage earning college dropout start making sense to you? Did you WAKE UP!?

Pizza Boy slowly begins to turn his head, his eyes still fixed on the camera until he turns and starts pacing away, revealing his hotel room, even more disheveled and covered in HBB related clutter than before.  His body seems to twitch and jerk without his permission as he starts winding up his shoulders and cracking his neck.  He quickly charges the camera once more, like a bad cop in an interrogation room shaking down a perp.

PB: WHAT HAPPENED?! I thought you were soooo excited to see me.  I thought you were excited to see..

PB glances around the floor, before kicking open a pizza box and revealing a greasy looking EAW National Championship.  He picks it up out of it's crust and pepperoni graveyard and holds it up.

PB: Her.  I thought you wanted to meet us in person, tell us how we used to be everything you wanted until you found out that your hero and his prize were nothing more than a bitter married couple, bound by God, but not by one another's love.  I used to lust after this pretty little slut.  I used to lay in bed and feel it's phantom pressure around my waist at night, I used to dream of having her, because He told me that She was meant for me.  But now? Now He's gone, and I realize that it wasn't ever about the title.  It was about His pride, His acceptance, His acknowledgement of me over Brian or HBG.  I just wanted to His favorite, but instead I get thrown this dime store floozy that nobody else seems to want.  You're my first defense of this bad girl in my uneventful run with Her.  How sad is that?!  But I'm not gonna lie, I'm a jealous boyfriend.  Even if I'm not proud of this moped of a championship belt that I'm riding, even if everything about it is hollow to me, I still don't want some Pizza Boy Jr. comin' in and trying to take Her love from me.

PB bites his bottom lip angrily as his body quakes. He tosses the belt over his head, letting it land wherever gravity so chooses it's new home to be.

PB: You're not me.  You're not even what I was, and what I was isn't something I'm very proud of being.  I fought, I clawed, I bled for this company, just like I fought, clawed, and bled for Him. Now where are they? They're just going to slap on some flashy purple heart and act like it's enough?!  You should be thanking me for what I'm going to do to you at Grand Rampage.  I'm going to knock whatever disillusions you have right out of that lie wrapped head of yours, I'm going to peel that fake joke of a face off of your head, and then and only then will you see the world the way it is.

PB smirks into the camera, giving it a coy cut of the eyes.

PB: Where are you man? You got me all keyed up and then you disappeared on me.  The less you listen now, the more you're going to have to endure when we get into that ring and I beat the truth into you.  Are you talking to Tony? or Barney? Or the doctors? or any of those other liars who keep telling me "Andrew, you need to take it easy" or "Andrew, you're not acting like yourself" or "Andrew, you have severe head trauma." HUH?! Good, good, good, because you lairs all deserve one another.

PB darts his eyes around the room with a sudden fit of paranoia.  He leans into the camera, whispering out one side of his mouth.

PB: Has...has He been talking to you?

PB moves the camera to reveal a picture of a crucified Heart Break Boy on the walls as he fearfully tries to avert his eyes from it.

PB: He talks to me too, sometimes.  But listen, man, I know I'm coming for your head and all,but if you're hearing him too, I'd advise maybe buying some ear plugs.  I tried that and it didn't work, but I think it's because he's always screaming so loud.  It's so loud that it keeps rattling and prattling bouncing off the back of my skull, like my brain's doing gymnastics in there.  I don't know, maybe you need therapy.

PB nods earnestly at the camera as he chews on his index finger.

PB: Yeah, man.  I mean, if you're hearing the same voices I'm hearing, maybe you should see a doctor.  But I don't know, I really don't want to talk about it anymore, because I feel your eyes staring at me all judgmental and concerned like, and I don't really like that.  It really, really, really bugs me, and everyone's been doing that lately, and it just makes me mad.  

PB hops to his feet, taking a defensive tone as he starts walking with the camera held out in front of him.

PB: SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO NOW.  I'VE GOT ALL THIS STUFF TO DO IN PREPARATION FOR OUR MATCH, AND I'M NOT QUITE DONE WITH THIS ONE MURAL AND I DON'T REALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE, SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST GO!

The camera goes flying backward out of PB's hands and into the hallway of the hotel, where it lands on the floor on it's side.  PB glances at it skittishly.  He starts to move toward it,before slamming the door.  The sound of chain locks and sliding deadbolt follows.

Passion is a beautiful thing, the driving force that pushes an elitist to become greater than what he was predicted to end up as. The lack of it looks to be an ugly sight as I now walk to where it is rarely seen. Just like I venture into an environment I’m not known in at all, a newcomer steps to the plate here in Elite Answers Wrestling and all eyes are on him to see what his passion provides for him. Almost with sadistic intent, they curiously see if he was overestimating his ability to make a dream slowly become a part of his reality and what the end result will be. I wonder though, If I can run to the squared circle and make it a fact that 90 percent of my opponents can’t even put a scratch on me, then what could halt my progress into becoming one of the greatest wrestlers to form a tag team? You two must be grinning ear to ear, wanting to eagerly say that it’s you. Because of course, the two that dutifully performed any task they were given in one of the greatest stables EAW has ever known would have no problem going toe to toe with us. You two stepped to the plate and went from being unknown names with seemingly impossible dreams and not only saw your dreams come to fruition, but actually got to grab this company with your hands to make that happen. If this was anybody else, you might have a shot at securing yet another win, but this isn’t yet another match. When I see you, I can’t help but smile a bit because despite the match type being different from what I’m used to, the type of opponents I face never change and therefore the outcome never differs. Why I will win my match at GR is very simple: trust. Which is something I thought I abandoned for good. Every time I would align myself with people I thought I knew and form teams I thought would stand the test of time, I would find nothing but dust and memories only I have. However, out of all those makeshift teams which disintegrated just as fast as they were hastily made, one managed to accomplish something, managed to climb the ladder one step higher than the others. The team that stands before you today, refined, as all rise up to their feet and know that they’re watching the strongest man in EAW history fighting with the greatest technician.

Do you want to know what I keep hearing?

I keep hearing people grumbling about why would they allow this match to happen. You brought out dogs to attack us, they watched as you rushed to smear mud all over Heart Break Boy’s name and add salt to the wound by attempting to end his protege’s career. They know what you’re capable of, they’ve seen you from the beginning, but despite all that, people from across the globe default to our fight being seen as a one sided match. But you don’t care about that, do you? I know what one of you would say. Of course they would believe that! They don’t want to see us walk around here after coming so close to warping this company to its past no matter how twisted it would end up! They finally got what they asked for after months of praying that our reign of terror would finally come to an end and they hope we end up being underachievers! Despite us being one of the biggest challenges you ever faced, you two still insist on putting a big smile on your faces, but no matter how much you smile and no matter how many jokes you tell, I know that you aim more to hide uncomfortable truths than to make people laugh. People are with us, not because they see who we’re up against and feel obligated to rally behind us, but because they are confident that we will become the greatest tag team of all time. Cerberus came at a time where darkness seeps into every corner, but it didn’t manifest out of desperation, I know that I’m not neck deep in water. If Hexagun was destroyed, then its last remnants will fall too. I didn’t save Pizza Boy because he was in the way in my journey to face you two, I came out to rescue him and give him one more shot in getting revenge which I know he won’t waste. Despite this division being unsettling in a way as we soon have to question what our next move is when we rip the titles away from you, there's a sense of beauty in it all because we shouldn't look at this new environment as a desolate place that's been burned to the ground, but a blank canvas. If you do reap what you sow, then I shouldn't look at being champion as to stand idle and wait for opportunities to come falling by my feet because after all—I'm still the pursuer.

Can you feel it?
 
The proverbial breeze of change ceaselessly floating in the air as I speak these words, an annual marriage of grand opportunities and cataclysmic tendencies tracing along the ridges of the land of elite; all of that culminates in one of EAW’s finest Free-Per-View creations to date. As if that alone isn't an emphatic keepsake to recognize just how close we are to Pain for Pride, this year’s edition of said event is treated to a history-making bonus. Forty men and women, instead of the conventional thirty capacity, will vie for the ultimate chance to either further cement an established legacy or carve one out from scratch. There’s no other way around saying this better; 

Ladies and gentlemen...IT'S GRAND FUCKIN’ RAMPAGE TIME!

First and foremost, it’s an honor. It’s an honor for me to not only take part of the event itself but to do so as Pure Champion. Cheesiness aside, one could argue that I’m gutted for not being in the battle royal bout and truthfully, that’s not entirely wrong. Then again, I think everyone who is not on the entrant list is gutted that they aren’t. I’m not mad about it though, because I know the ordeal. The stakes of a Grand Rampage match may seem more tempting than a Bud on the rocks, but the risks that append them can pulverize the confidence of the most confident men on God’s green in mere seconds. Not that I’m drawing out excuses for myself; heck if I were to run down that ramp upon the beeping of the counter and fight off a sea of elitists, I’d probably be able to brush past that contingency before it happens. Reason being that it wouldn’t be my first rodeo, since I’ve had to combat titan-sized odds ever since I’ve been thrust into this life. Howbeit, I’m also a realist and from where I’m sitting, I can’t foresee that task being as easy as it sounds; even for a man of my…expertise. Two point five percent is the probability of triumph for a competitor in the Grand Rampage match, now put yourself in the shoes of one and let that math sink in. Whether you’re a veteran of the game or an amateur waiting for people to stop misspelling his name, If that does send even tidbits of doubt coursing down your veins, you’re evidently not as optimistic nor as passionate about main eventing the pinnacle of wrestling as the actual participants. But enough about that match as it serves me personally zero interest except for the slight pleasure of witnessing a myriad of people beating the shit out of each other; it’s time to indulge in the discussion of MY title match at the event. Before that however, I’d like to shed some shiny projector light on Tuesday, April twenty six. Yesterday marked the completion of my first month as EAW Pure Champion and boy, were the celebrations wild. This morning, I woke up next to an old lady with a sandal stuck to my forehead and ever since then, the thought of it never left me. Thirty days as champion passing in the flip of a bird, POOF! Time flew by and I think I know who or rather WHAT to thank for reaching such a milestone; the Pure Open Challenge. Nothing in the world has been able to swiftly kill me more time than risking the loss of this title on a weekly basis and on live television. Carrying on with the pattern of an academy award winning speech, I also owe this to the people who stepped up to challenge me every week and literally pulled out all the stops to abrade me from the crown. Some of my best matches were to an extent courtesy of them and if it wasn’t for that selection of individuals, the Pure division wouldn’t amount to garnering half the exposure it relishes today. 

Last but not least, I’d like to thank Carson Ramsay— nah, fuck it. I’m not that delusional. 

Nevertheless, the success of the Pure Open has been reaching heights of success never before expected and it will only rage on in Southbend this Saturday night, as another hopeful looks to stamp a mark at my expense. Beretta is the name, and a foul-mouthed prick is its current embodiment. Whoa, my apologies. I went in too harsh too quickly, didn’t I? Goddamn it! Beretta’s probably contemplating jotting down another complaint to mail Ashten Cross now, in view of that being the only thing he’s ever done. I’m not gonna’ lie pal, you’re quite the special addition to my line of opponents in EAW, and I’m not solely referring to that hippie look you got going on. For starters, you’ve actually done your proper homework on our forthcoming matchup. Not only that but you also cloaked any crack I’m afforded at doing mine, when you basically did it for me. You pinpointed every little detail about your stint in this company for the entire universe to take note of, then monotonously ending all of them with a “But I’m still…” and a fancy adjective that doesn’t correlate with anything related to your character. You’re right though Beretta, I can make a shit ton of cases that solidify everyone’s initial feel for you when you first walked through the corridors. I wouldn’t do it outta’ the desire of verbally dismantling you days before the biggest match of your career, no. I would do it because your words and the overall manner in which you carry yourself around compel me to. Here you stand, unproven on the highlands of Elite Answers Wrestling in every sense of the word yet still audacious enough to constantly clamor for chances that far more entrenched elitists never got. You said it yourself though, squandering every opportunity you weasel your tail around has been the marquee of your tenure as Voltage’s own garrulous bust. Which begs the question; what makes you think you’re not carrying down that route this weekend, Beretta? You want to discredit the likes of Kenny Drake and Lucas Johnson in favor of feeding your pathetic name some groundless credibility? At least those two men fight their battles inside the squared circle, instead of bitching about it every step of the way like a feminist doing porn. Oh, and don’t you go swinging the fact of you being spoon-fed the shot at my title at the Grand Rampage as an argument that justifies your eligibility to one; that’s not going to fool anyone, hombre. Everyone who watched Voltage last week or has watched it whenever your mug was featured for that matter knows it full well, I know it full well and deep down, you’re just as aware of it; you’ve done nothing to earn your keep thus far, Beretta. Perhaps, you’ll prove us all wrong come Saturday. Perhaps, you’ll join the list of people who took me to the absolute limit in your shared quest for Pure glory. One thing’s for certain though, if you keep that attitude of yours up at Saturday, you’re almost guaranteed to join the list of people who tried and FAILED! It’s funny how you’re now describing the span of my reign to be of fifteen minutes alone, as if you’re mirroring the state of your time in the spotlights. Humor aside Beretta, if you honestly believe that the company will care to throw you ANOTHER bone after I annihilate your dreams of ever becoming Pure Champion, as if you’re some sort of a God-sent gift for all mankind to cherish and bow down to; you’re way out of it than I thought you were. You’re the physical incarnation of wasted space, or roster slot in our situation. Pray to whatever cow, sun or nature your bohemian kind worships for our match to not be your last; not as in your last title bout, but your LAST match. Period. With that said, keep architecting a plan to make me a talentless bitch because luckily for me, you’re already way past being one. Leave the winning and the momentum gaining to me.

Grand Rampage III: A Fire Inside


There's something in my heart. It's in my eyes. It's fire dwelling within me. A bonfire burning as bright as the sun. A flame that was kindled by the creation of dreams, propagated by visions of an ideal life, a glorious future. My adversaries will be engulfed by the fire in my eyes. My passion will be the downfall of them all. Because my passion is my engine, it is what keeps me going. And regardless of all the events that transpired throughout the years and changed many things, one thing will never change: How passionate I am about what I do. People come and people go but I have remained. Fires ignite, fires extinguish but mine has withstood the test of time, cold winds and heavy rain. I've been told that I am fighting for a lost cause, that I am living in a fantasy. That my dreams are delusions and that I am never winning the big one, not in a million years. Maybe they're right, maybe everything they've said is true, but as you've all probably realized by now I am a very stubborn kind of guy. I refuse to yield to that possibility. I refuse to believe this is as far as I will ever get. I know for a fact this ain't a fantasy. I've witnessed countless stories of success, stories that have achieved legendary status. Mine won't be another one, no. Mine will be THE BIGGEST one. You can tell me otherwise, you can try to convince me that no matter how hard I work my dreams won't become a reality but your attempts at getting me to surrender once and for all will be futile. I said it before and I'll say it again so everyone can understand it perfectly well: the only way to stop me from causing mayhem at Grand Rampage this Saturday, the only way to cease what I started seven years ago, the only DAMN way to make me walk off into the sunset willingly is by turning me into a fucking CORPSE! I'm glad guys like Dark Demon, guys like Y2Impact and even Heart Break Gal are still here and WILL be participating in the biggest Grand Rampage of all time. Because they are some of the people who have always doubted me since day one. I need to prove them and everyone else who questions my skill and ability wrong. I've wasted so many opportunities. I've made numerous mistakes. This is the perfect time, the perfect occasion to rectify them. To get some redemption because evidently ending the Crash regime wasn't sufficient enough to get these legends to treat me with the respect I deserve. Saving EAW when none of them had the balls to even step into a ring with Zack Crash wasn't enough for them to applaud me and acknowledge how good I truly am.


Why should the EAW universe, the guys in the back and my competition expect any different from me? Why should the entire world have any belief in me this time around? Because I got nothing left to lose, Dark Demon. And THAT makes me more dangerous than I already was before. I lost their trust, that was everything to me. Despite the fact most of these people love and respect me they don't trust me. And it's my fault. I failed them so many times. More times than I can actually count. They wanted, they needed someone like me, someone like them to represent them as their champion. The moniker "Dynasty's Champion" was bestowed upon me for my valiant efforts but honestly I don't think I am deserving of it. Not after all the times I failed them. But I learned from my mistakes. I fell but I got up, I fell again but I got up again. The same amount of times I fell I got up. If you were in my shoes, Demon? You wouldn't have endured all the hardships and all the tribulations that I confronted. Hell, you wouldn't have survived half of them to be quite frank. I can see why you consider me a failure, a choke artist, a "bust". But I guarantee if you went through everything I went through you wouldn't view me as any of those things. You would view me as the fighter I really am. I've been fighting ever since I could remember, Demon. Ever since I was a kid. And now that I am a man the fight rages on. Don't get me wrong, I am glad I went through hell. I'm happy this is the way things have turned out to be. Because if it wasn't for all those obstacles I overcame I would have never become the man I am today. You don't know what being in a hell is like, Demon. You had it easy. I was put through it and it wasn't easy but I made the devil my BITCH! All his demons bow to me now! This Saturday I am bringing hell into Grand Rampage. And we will see if you really are the man you think you are. We will see if you have what it takes to accomplish survival for you and your career. You compared me to guys like Diamond Cage, Devan Dubian, Ashten Cross, Vic Vendetta and more. And maybe we do share some similarities, yeah. But they didn't have anybody or anything obstructing their path to greatness. I've had roadblock after roadblock imposed upon my path.I'm not going to lie. Admittedly, sometimes I get a little exhausted. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But then I realize I have come a long, LONG way and that I can't just turn around and walk away after all the progress I have amassed and the fire inside me grows stronger, brighter. Demon, you act as if I was a talentless hack, as if I wasn't good enough. But surely you think I am good enough or at least you did at some point. Why else would you have begged me to join your stupid Council? You know, I have a few things to get off my chest regarding The Council... For old times sake let's do a little something I like to call "spreading the disease". I made The Council relevant and you know it, I put it on the map! Not you and certainly not Xavier Williams.  I'm the reason that group was such a success. The first version of it anyway because let's face it after I abandoned you and your Council it all went to shit.  Yet Xavier Williams was your chosen one.  That's how you repaid me. You took him under your wing and you aided him in his journey towards a World Championship while I got stuck in a limbo. But I was THEIR chosen one. I lost your support but I gained their support, their love, their admiration. I really hope I get to throw your egotistical ass over the top rope, I really do. That's the only way to establish my superiority over you, that is the ONLY way to prove everything I am saying is true and everything you have been saying about me is false. I'm not envious of Xavier Williams before you say I am. Yeah, I'd love to reign supreme as World Champion and be in the Hall of Fame but to be honest I'd rather be a "choke artist" and unsuccessful at everything I do than successful and undeserving of all my glory and prosperity. 


You constantly trick yourself into believing I do not possess what is necessary to win Grand Rampage. You beguiled yourself into thinking I am not a force to be reckoned with. Deep down within though, you know I can do this. Deep down within you know I am the biggest threat to you and every other participant in the Grand Rampage match.  And deep down within that scares you. You're afraid of me, Demon. Afraid of what I am capable of, afraid of how dangerous I am. Why else would you be so defensive every single time I make a statement? It's so amusing how you think that just for the mere fact I never won a World Championship in my EAW career I do not represent a threat to my adversaries including yourself. It is because I never won a World Championship before that I am the biggest threat in this match! You know why else I am a threat to you? Because I know you better than any of these elitists. I know what your dreams are, I know what your nightmares are. I know everything about you. Even your weaknesses.. Especially your weaknesses. I know what your Achilles heel is and you can bet your ass I will utilize my knowledge about you and the other competitors in my favor. I never needed your help to make it tot he top and I never will. I'm triggering my metamorphosis from elitist to icon ON MY OWN. Because unlike my former comrades I actually have what it takes to shine on my own merit. I don't need Dark Demon or Mr. DEDEDE to become World Champion or enter the Hall of Fame. I know what you did Alexander Da Vinci. You are the reason his career came to a conclusion. You supposedly ended him. But you won't end me, Demon. I'm nothing like ADV. I'm not abandoning my home under any circumstances. I love this place. My career was born right here, my rise to greatness started here and my elevation to legendary status will commence soon right HERE as well. This fire won't go out, Demon. You can try to extinguish it, you can try to destroy everything I stand for and end my story as an elitist once and for all. but you will be unsuccessful. I can not be stopped. I'm unbreakable. Seemingly, you can not be stopped either. Seemingly, you are unbreakable as well. What will happen when men like the two of us clash against one another? I have no idea but I am patiently waiting to find out. One thing is certain though I will give you the fight of your life -- that is if you actually make it until the very end of the match. I know I will.


I directed my attention to Dark Demon but let me make one thing clear: You're all the same to me, you are all equal in my eyes. Men, women it doesn't matter. It doesn't concern me what your dreams are but it should concern you what my dreams are. Because my dreams are the progenitors of your nightmares. I know you've all worked hard in some shape or form but there is nobody more deserving than me. None of you have worked harder than I have. I have shed more blood, more sweat and more tears inside that ring than all of you COMBINED. I've made sacrifice after sacrifice, I have lost everything while pursuing success and chasing after my dreams. I'm so close, so damn close. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. All my hard work will pay off, it has to. This Saturday, one way or another, the world will witness the commencement of a brand new age in not just EAW but professional wrestling entirely. History will be made, that's for sure. I remember dreaming about being World Champion as a kid. In just a matter of days I'll have the power within my grasp to ensure that kid's dream materializes. And I will use it, hell, I WILL ABUSE IT IF IT IS NECESSARY. This could be my final opportunity and I know I say that every damn time I get close to my goal only to earn myself another opportunity surpassing my own expectations but this time? This time there is too much at stake. Respect, honor, pride and most importantly a ticket straight into the main event of Pain For Pride. I can't lose. I'm putting whatever little I may have left on the line to try and emerge victorious from Grand Rampage. I'm on my way.

Cam, do you want to know what Jaywalker, Scott Diamond and Chuck Scene all have in common?

They’re all pussies.

They’re all lame.

They’re all failures.

Scott needed a legitimate army to keep me down, he needed a legitimate army just to beat me so imagine what you would need to beat me, Cameron. Just take your hatred for me to one side, and just seriously imagine how far you’ll have to go in order to defeat me. You are not able to do it, you do not have it in you and we both know it. Chuck Scene is the biggest pussy in EAW, all he ever did was focus on beating women like Eris LeCava and Brett Kennedy because he couldn’t fight men, because he knew he wasn’t talented enough to do that, he knew he didn’t have the skills in order to defeat somebody like me so it was much easier for him to go and face you or Eris or any other woman on the roster. I’m not impressed by that. Jay whooped your ass several times anyway, he whooped your ass nearly every time you too had a match, he once whooped your ass and branded you, which you still have to this day. You got one win on him and he got what, three over you? You didn’t bring out any ‘dark side’ in you either, you called me up and BEGGED me to help you beat Scott Diamond, you got me to do your dirty work for you. I’m the ONLY reason why you even got a second run as Hall of Fame Champion, I’m the ONLY reason as to why you can even lay claim to having a victory over Scott Diamond. He beat the fuck out of you and whooped your ass the first time you two had a match, he even whooped Kawajai’s ass too when he tried helping you out in that I quit match. He absolutely MAULED you to the point where you had to bring in me, promise me a title shot if I helped you out and yet, you actually want to brag about that win? You actually want to revise history and act like you were the reason why you beat him, acting like you somehow tapped into a dark side of you and beat him, you didn’t do ANY of that! All you have on me is two losses to Xavier and Samurai, that’s it Cameron. That is ALL you have on me as to why I’m apparently not going to win this instead of you, despite the fact that you’ve lost more than I have. You’ve lost more big time matches than I have, you keep claiming that you are ‘’beyond’’ the Vixens Division and yet, every time you ‘’grace’’ them with your presence, they end up kicking your ass. Maybe, maybe you were ‘the best’ when the division was just filled with Kendra, Heart Break Gal, Cleopatra and whatever other vixen would float around from time to time like your Carries, Tanny’s, whoever. But it seems like this current crop of Vixens have the edge on you, you lost to Aria TWICE! You lost the Empress of Elite AND Vixens Cup, if you can’t even beat people who are apparently ‘below’ you like you’ve been claiming for the last three years, how in the HELL are you going to win this match? How in the HELL are you going to eliminate 39 other people when you can’t even beat some weak vixens that are below you?! How does that even begin to make sense?

How do you fail to understand this, sweetheart? How do you fail to understand that I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, faster than you, tougher than you, and that I have a longer reach than you. How do you fail to see that as a disadvantage for yourself? You’re a midget compared to myself, I would have to get down on my knees just for us to get face to face, I could just as easily rest my balls on your face. Did you not comprehend the size advantage that I have over you at Pain for Pride? Or did I just beat you that bad that you fail to remember it? Please, don’t give me this ‘I’m a different Cameron Ella Ava’ excuse, don’t give me that generic ‘transformation’ crap, you’ve changed but your spewing the same bullshit that you were spewing to me last year? You weren’t ready to put your title on the line against me or HBB? Wow, how funny is that since you were SO confident about being able to beat me last year, just like you are this year. Just face it Cameron, you can’t beat me. You’re below my level and there is nothing wrong with that. Everybody else is below my level too, so you don’t have to feel THAT bad when I beat you. But make no mistake about it, I AM going to beat you. I AM going to bully you, and I AM going to dominate you, so at least you get SOME pleasure from having to compete in this match.

But for you, this is just going to be another match where Cameron Ella Ava comes up short, loses and comes up with another weak excuse. You’ve been in this match before and you’ve failed, so what makes this one any different? What makes you think that you can do what you couldn’t do before and I’m sure you’ll have the ‘Different Cameron’ excuse ready on hand, but let’s be realistic here, what the hell do you think you’re going to do differently to win this match? What happens when you fail, babe? You’re going to enter the Cash in the Vault at Pain for Pride again and fail at that too? You going to try and get redemption in the next Empress of Elite and fail again too? You’ll probably win Vixen of the Year for the fifth time in a row to keep your spirits up but knowing you, we’ll be back here again next year at the Grand Rampage and you’ll be coming up with the same old excuses, you’re almost like Carlos Rosso in a way, every year is going to ‘your year!’, you two sound like Liverpool fans who constantly think every year will be the year that they finally win the Premiership. It’s kind of sad really, that somebody like you could end up like this, it’s such a vicious cycle Cameron, to constantly fail and have to constantly ‘transform’ yourself, to keep lying to yourself that you can truly compete with men on a high level and that you’re still better than the vixens division, it really must be tough for you to do all that and I do honestly feel bad for you. But just because I feel bad for you, doesn’t mean I’m going to show you mercy. It doesn’t mean that I’m not going to repeat my performance of Pain for Pride from last year because I will. I’ll just keep doing it over and over again, Cameron. I’ll easily dump your body out of the ring and you’ll be crying foul, crying that it was either unfair, or you weren’t ready, or some other tired lame ass excuse that you’ll have ready for yourself.

But I’ll just keep laughing when I headline Pain for Pride.

Oh I’m sorry Carlos, correct me for being wrong about you having so many title shots and failed, seriously, thank you for kindly correcting me on that. What I meant to say was, you have the record for being around here so long and you’ve hardly even been good enough to get a title shot in the first place. It’s nice to see you walking around here with your CWF ‘World’ title, that title most certainly isn’t a joke title, right Carlos? It’s a legitimate title! You’ve beaten bums like Piff Fumador and Chris Elite to hold onto that very prestigious title! You’re certainly the ‘true’ world champion of EAW, let’s not even recall that you had to hand yourself that title, shall we? Let’s definitely not recall that after you failed to win Cash in the Vault, failed to win the World Heavyweight Championship, failed to win King of Elite, failed to beat some loser in Drastik, failed to beat two losers in Drake and Jones …you just magically hand yourself a world title because YOU ‘DESERVED’ IT! Carlos Rosso the biggest bum if there ever was in EAW ‘DESERVES’ to be a world champion and thank goodness for him buying out an old company that nobody gave a fuck about, for restoring a title nobody could give a fuck about, and finally winning your title in a hard fought match! Go Carlos! Remember kids, when you’re not good enough to win world titles in a company, you can just go and make your own world title like Carlos Rosso and Alex Anderson! Two great visionary’s that thankfully made their own world titles because lord only knows that the ‘man’ was keeping them down in EAW, if they weren’t constantly being ‘screwed’, maybe they’d have won a world title in EAW! They could have been EAW Champions! Goddamn EAW, goddamn EAW management, we should given bums like Carlos who has never drawn a dime in his life the title! We should have thrown bums like Piff and Chris Elite or hell even El Landerson at him, because that’s the ONLY way Carlos Rosso is going to win the EAW Championship, that’s the ONLY way Carlos Rosso is going to achieve anything in this company. That’s the ONLY way Carlos Rosso ever amounts to shit in this world, he has to create his own little fantasy world because the real world is a little too tough for him, it’s a little too rough for him. Carlos is like a horrendous version of myself really, he’s looked at me and seen how successful I’ve become and he’s tried to copy me, he’s tried to become like me, he tries to talk like me, he tries to act like I act, and he even tries to get my sloppy seconds in Cameron Ella Ava and don’t worry Carlos, you can fuck her all you like but just remember, I was in there first so have fun kissing my dick when you’re kissing that bitch.

But the biggest difference between me and Carlos is, it’s not an act with me. I’m not blowing hot air and just screaming shit, often taking my jacket off and throwing it down onto the ground as if that’ll prove some weird point, I don’t just talk shit, I talk the truth and for a lot of people, they simply cannot handle that. They can’t handle the truth when somebody like me tells them exactly why they aren’t on my level, that they suck or that they are a good for nothing bum in this company and it’s the same with Carlos. He simply cannot handle the truth, he can’t handle it when somebody tells him that he isn’t as good as he likes to think he is, he isn’t as good as his little overhyped friends in bum ass promotions like CWF or LEGION told him that he was and that just breaks poor ol Carlos’s heart. So he has to act like me and copy me to get himself somewhat relevant, but I actually back up what I say. Carlos? When has Carlos Rosso EVER backed up a single thing that he said he was going to do? When is the last time Carlos did anything of note? The last time your bum ass even beat anybody for a legitimate world title was in 2009, that was SEVEN YEARS AGO CARLOS. SEVEN YEARS SINCE YOU WON A WORLD TITLE OFF SOMEBODY ELSE. All you are is a glorified tag team wrestler, just like your buddy GI Styles was too, another overhyped LEGION guy. You had your time as a tag team champion with Dynamite Rain and that is the furthest you’re EVER going to get to the top, Carlos. And I’m really sorry to break that to you but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t be like a lot of people and call you ‘washed up’ or anything like that, mostly because I don’t think you were ever good enough to begin with anyway. I never thought you could actually succeed on the big stage, in the big leagues and so far, I’ve been right and I don’t expect that to change after Grand Rampage. I expect myself to be heading into the biggest Pain for Pride ever in the main event, and I expect you to be clinging to the past as you always do. I expect you to be sitting in the back, watching old footage of Classic Wrestling Federation, back in the days you were on top and trying to convince yourself that those days could still return. That you could have a Rocky style comeback and be on top of the world again! But if you even cross me in this match, I’ll break your fucking hip, I’ll KO you stiff, your toes will curl and I will celebrate.

While you lose.

Again.

Lucas, I’m trying awfully hard to be kind here.

Awfully kind.

Nobody cares about you winning the NCCA Championship, all it means is that you managed to jump from amateur wrestling to professional wrestling and again, I’m not impressed. Maybe I’d be a little more impressed if you were wrestling-fucking guys every week, if you were dominating them and making them submit, if you were putting on some kind of performance that could really show me why you could actually win this match or eliminate me or even pose the slightest bit of a threat to me. But, you haven’t done that. I don’t particularly care if Carson Ramsay is considered the next big thing in EAW, I don’t care if Liam Catterson is still living in the glory of his utterly forgettable Answers World Championship reign, and there is a huge difference between them and me. Am I meant to be impressed or something that you actually defeated Daniel Marshall? You defeated some bum who EVERYBODY BEATS, that would be like bragging about being able to defeat El Landerson or that Franchise Demon guy, although God only knows what happened to him, or Kerry Keller, or whatever bottom of the card rat feeder that you want to mention. You haven’t beaten any big names in EAW, you haven’t beaten anybody worth a slight damn on Voltage and I know, I know, Lucas. You’ll correctly point out to me that nobody on Voltage is worth beating, that nobody on that brand is legitimate top tier talent and I know, you’ll correctly point out to me that the fact that somebody like Gabriel Eden could actually make it to the finals of King of Elite from that brand is the greatest indicator of how absolutely pathetic the people on Voltage truly are. But you still beat to any of those overhyped bums anyway, go beat somebody like Ares Vendetta, a guy who lives off his overrated Fathers name, or go challenge Mr. DEDEDE for the title, I hear he likes to challenge people for his title when everybody knows he’ll win because the people he’s facing aren’t worth a damn so he can look good, go do ANYTHING. I don’t care. But please don’t brag to me about your amateur wrestling skills and acting like I’m meant to be taking you seriously when I’ve already whooped a guy who won the biggest prize you can get in amateur wrestling in Starr-Stan.

I applaud you for getting up every single time that you fall down and lose but you said it yourself – you fail every week. This isn’t even a monthly occurrence like it is for Lucian or Aren, this is a weekly thing for you. You failed to answer my question the first time, maybe you’re just avoiding it but I’ll repeat it and ask you again – what makes you TRULY believe that you are going to eliminate me from this match and win? What makes you TRULY believe that you can actually beat me when you can’t beat anybody but Daniel Marshall? What makes the Grand Rampage different than any other match that you’ve ever had? I couldn’t give two flying fucks if you’ve been in long  matches, I’ve had hour long matches in EAW that were more extreme, more violent, and more brutal than anything you could ever dream of being in. I said it to JJ, I said it to Eclipse, I said to Judas but I’ll say it to you as well because this definitely applies to you – you are only in this match because they need forty people to make up the difference. You are ONLY in this match because you are filler, you are not going to make a dent in this match, if this was a regular thirty man Grand Rampage, and you wouldn’t even be in this match. You did not get into this match based on merit, you did not get into this match based on how good you are, you did not get into this match because you won a match, you’re in it to make up the numbers. You likely won’t even be in this match when I enter the ring and for your sake, I really hope you aren’t because it’ll be a quick and embarrassing elimination for you. Heck, it’ll probably be faster than Mr. DEDEDE’s or Striker Jensen’s eliminations.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

LUCIAN BLACK THINKS HE’S THE BIGGEST THREAT IN THIS MATCH.

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA

THE GUY WHO NEVER WON A WORLD TITLE IN HIS CAREER DESPITE A BILLION ATTEMPTS AT IT THINKS HE’S THE BIGGEST THREAT IN THIS MATCH.

AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA

THE GUY WHO IS KNOWN WORLDWIDE FOR BEING A COMPLETE AND UTTER FAILURE, WHO HANGS OFF ALEXANDER DA VINCI’S NUTS BECAUSE HE COULDN’T BECOME SUCCESSFUL LIKE ADV THINKS HE’S THE BIGGEST THREAT IN THIS MATCH.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

THE BIGGEST FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT IN DEMONS COUNCIL THINKS HE’S THE BIGGEST THREAT OF THEM.

AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA

THIS GUY CAN’T EVEN MAKE A RESPONSE TO ANYBODY BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE GOT HIS ASS BEAT WAY TOO MANY TIMES TO TALK SHIT THINKS HE IS THE BIGGEST THREAT IN THIS MATCH.

AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

Oh stop, you’re too much.

Lucian, have you ever considered that people aren’t just calling you a bust, or a failure, or a choke artist because it’s an easy insult to you? Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, that people are calling you that because you ARE a bust, because you ARE a failure, because you ARE a choke artist? Whether you like it or not, facts are facts and nobody has any reason to seriously believe that you are a big enough threat to win this match. You have never achieved a single thing or even done a single thing that would warrant ANYBODY to take you as a serious enough threat, if the final two came down to you against somebody else, the entire world would have a collective ‘sigh’ at the end because they all know that you are simply not going to win it. They all have accepted the reality of the situation and that is, on Dynasty, Lucian Black is great and can win matches! On FPV’s? Nah he sucks and will never win. That’s nobody’s fault but your own for people having this kind of collective thought, it’s nobody’s fault but your own that everybody has already given up on you ever winning the big one because you have been given every chance that there is, you have been given multiple world title shots and came up short, you have been given the chance to rid Crash out of EAW and you failed at that, you had the chance to save Dynasty and you failed at that, if John Conning didn’t manage to make Dynasty a separate brand, you wouldn’t even have a job here. So I’m really confused how you can have the nerve to call people ‘deluded’ or say that people think you are ‘the biggest threat’, no, people are constantly dissing you and insulting you because you’re nothing more than an overhyped loser who continuously gets handed shit that he doesn’t deserve. Maybe you should cry and petition for a title shot on Dynasty because that seems to be your ONLY option of winning a title, just try and do it on the weekly show and maybe you won’t succumb to the pressure like you always do.  I’m honestly so disappointed in you, Lucian. I really, really am. I tried picking you up and putting you under my wing, I vowed to the whole world that you and Xavier Williams would be World Champions under my tutelage, that Tarah Nova would go on to be Vixens Champion and Xavier won that title TWICE, he’s going into the Hall of Fame, he’s arguably the biggest star in the world after me and Tarah? She’s been Vixens Champion, she was a DOMINATING Vixens Champion and the two of them have already had Hall of Fame worthy careers …You? You’re the biggest disappointment that could ever be attached to my name. You were a bum who just came back and changed your name from George Copeland to Lucian Black, on NEO and struggling and I tried SO, SO, SO hard to get you to a level that I’m now realising you don’t have. You don’t have it in you to get to the top, you don’t have it in you to do what it takes to stay at the top. Hell, you were too much of a pussy to even turn on me and leave the council, at LEAST Xavier and Tarah had the balls to do it to my face, you just quietly went to another brand and kept your mouth shut like the pussy that you are.

You like to nut-hug Alexander Da Vinci a lot but hey guess what, you know what ended his career? Facing me! Alexander Da Vinci was the biggest, most threatening guy to everybody in EAW, he was ‘the man’ of EAW, who was capable of taking out anybody in his way and yet, when it was time for me to defend my World Heavyweight Championship against him at Territorial Invasion in 2012, I ENDED him. Sure, sure, he did come back nearly nine months later for about two weeks, but he was never the same guy, he was never the same man. He was a shell of his former self, I took away his aura, I took away his confidence, I beat him down with ease and put the end to his career, just like I did to his Dynasty X teammate in HBB. So Lucian, imagine, just close your eyes and imagine that if I can do that to him, a guy who has won titles, a guy who is a Hall of Famer, if I can all that to a guy who is considered better than you, imagine what I’ll do to you in the ring. Imagine what kind of pain that I would inflict on you, imagine what kind of agony that I would put you through, imagine how I would strip away everything that made you who you are and that you would never be anywhere near the same again. Imagine being in the ring with somebody who takes joy out of ending people, who takes pleasure in injuring people, who has defeated and ended the careers of men who are far better than you. Just imagine it, Lucian. If they all suffered that faith, if ADV and Lucian both suffered that faith, if Diamond Cage suffered that faith at the hands of me, what makes you really think I wouldn’t be able to do the same to you?

Now, who is the biggest threat in this match again?

Because it most certainly isn’t you.

I took a giant step out of the tag team division, only to find myself right back into the mix.

This used to be a feature in which I was embarrassed of, because the focal point of criticism behind my career was always: you would've never been successful if it weren't for the man that held your hand. It was used as an insult, and it was constantly an attempt to tarnish the success I've had without Ro in front of Viper. But now? I use the credentials as a coat of armor --- that is not so easily pierced through. I can dwell in the fact that RoViper was arguably the alliance that revitalized the division. There was hardly any competition until RoViper decided to show up, and there was an awful amount of doubt if we'd thrive or not. And we did, we succeeded where nobody expected us to... and that's where my career really started. It seems like it was almost yesterday, that my Pay-Per-View debut was at the second ever Pain for Pride, and do you know what I did, Tiberius? I captured the pin to not only obtain the Interwire Championship, retain Robbie V's National Elite Championship, but to unify the World Tag Team Championships, and the Tag Team Championships in one night. That's a feat that NOBODY other than Robbie V himself can boast about. I was able to successfully be in two divisions at once, and it only made me a better competitor. It assisted in my World Heavyweight Championship reign --- where I was wrestling on two separate brands, to fend off all challengers. Can you stand there, and tell me that I have failed to adapt throughout my entire career? I've done nothing, BUT ADAPT, REBUILD, AND ADAPT SOME MORE. I understand that most of the time, you see your oppositions as jokes. You see yourself as the most cohesive unit ever to unite, but despite your lack of seriousness... there's a fine line between making a joke, and being one yourself. How do you expect to put us to shame? You act as if we have zero chemistry with one another, and then you proceed to conceal your insecurities through humor. I don't see this as a game of cat and mouse, as opposition we're not playing a game of cop and robbers. This isn't Batman vs. The Joker, this isn't a childhood memoir comic book collection. We're trying to do what's right, and we're trying to bring a tiny ounce of balance to the chaotic state that Dynasty currently has succumbed to. Do you see yourselves as the better men? Do you see yourselves as respectable individuals?

Let's not pretend that you're two degenerates, and everything you do includes a whoopee cushion, and a rubber chicken. It's undoubtedly truth; you retired The Heart Break Boy, you gave him his very last match. And how do you honor his departure? By mocking him, by slandering his image, by doing what you do best --- making jokes. It's what makes your day a little bit easier, until someone decides to wedge themselves between you, and your assault on a man who was only trying to defend his friend's, his mentor's, and his ally's honor. What do you know about honor? Are you well educated in that certain department? I was a friend of The Heart Break Boy, and I truthfully had looked up to him for the longest time as a mentor. Not only was I given the privilege of competing against him, but I was able to overcome and defeat him in a successful title defense. But let's say we're going down by the script you wrote yourself, we're a couple of punks trying to avenge our fallen comrade. We're the fools, you're completely in the right, and everything we do, and every way we go about being a tag team is incorrect. You have the perfect formula on being one with the other, that you've perfected the way of the tag team. You've gone as far as blindsiding your enemy, using mutts as shields, and a distraction, and even as a weapon attempt at one point... you were brutally taking advantage of a man's path of "revenge" if that's what you title it, and use your freedom to make everything fun and games. When does the game end? It's going to take a vast miracle, and I'm no miracle worker, but I'm willing to go the extra length to deliver Drake and Jones a lesson of respect. I'd like to think that the tag team revolution began with RoViper, and how does that involve you? You hold the titles we revolutionized, and I want them back, Cerberus wants to bring back the respectable appearance of what a real tag team should be.

RoViper was the beginning, and Cerberus is your end.

Do I really act as if I know it all? Usually the shit that spews out of Maddie’s mouth never affects me. Most of the time I’m falling asleep as I hear her blabbering on about her “tough” life and her fucked up ideologies. But after I heard her say that I walk around as if I know everything then it got me thinking. You know, throughout my life I’ve been through pretty troublesome situations. As a child, I never had the normal American childhood. My parents weren’t suitable to be parents. They were terrible, but I managed. I survived. I was picked on in school due to my parent’s controversial behavior, but wrestling was my escape. I, yet again, managed and survived.  I remember back when I joined this company I was loved by many. I was seen as that obsessive chick who made a name for herself back in the indy’s. Everyone took interest into my personality. They thought my hobby of collecting EAW action figures was cool and I was welcomed everywhere with open arms. However, in an instance everything changed. I was offered the opportunity to either do what everyone else was expecting me to do or to do what I wanted. I refused to listen with my brain and instead I went with my heart. My heart told me to go with the woman who I’ve idolized for years. The woman who is better than me, Maddie, HBG, Cameron Ella Ava, Kendra Shamez combined. The greatest human to ever grace the EAW ring. I have been trained by this person. I’ve been lucky enough to learn so many things from her. If you think that was detrimental to my career, then so be it. But this championship that has my name deeply engraved on it says otherwise. However, back to my main point; I've been through a lot in my life. I've been through experiences that you could never imagine being in. I've seen so many things that would leave the innocent petrified. I've been through shit, so yeah, maybe I do know it all. I say that with the most sincerity in my heart. I have so much wisdom in my head and have so much knowledge about how this word works. If you were to one day listen to my words and read in-between the lines then maybe you'd benefit from all of this. Look at Cloud, or Stephanie, whatever her name is - she's in much better shape than she was before she feuded with me! I make all of my Vixens look good. I don't get what you don't understand about that?
 
I hate to get like this but how much of a fucking moron can you be? I hate to talk down to people but no, really. Take that question into consideration and let that shit sink in. It’s always the same story with you. You come out here and you begin to criticize every move I make. You never try to engage in a positive manner that’ll make me excited to face you. Seeing that I had to yet again put you in your place by having another match together gave me a headache. You give me a headache, Maddie. Not because you’re so tough to talk to, but because you’re so fucking ignorant! And to think that my title may potentially be on your shoulder next week sends a chill down my spine. Knowing that this beast may come and kick me off of my throne makes me sick to my stomach. You don’t deserve to have my title. I want you to tell me why you think you deserve my championship. Come on, I’m sure that little brain of yours have SOME functioning brain cells in order to come up with an unreasonable explanation. I can’t believe that ungrateful bitches like you would even dare to go toe-to-toe with me. How much more of an idiot can you become? What have you done other than changing your personality in order to keep yourself relevant among the EAW Universe? You had a name change here and there and adopt the Sanatorium incest-motto, that shouldn’t guarantee you a shot at your title. If there’s one thing we can both agree on, Maddie, is that whoever is in charge around here is a lunatic. You’re angry because they forgot about your sorry ass and I’m angry that they’ve decided to throw you in front of me like a mouse that has been thrown into the glass cage of a starving snake. It seems as if they won’t listen even though I’ve kicked your ass multiple times in and out of the ring. They won’t listen, Maddie. Why won’t they listen? Why do you continue to put your meth-infested body in my direction? What are you doing backstage that enables you to be in multiple title matches? Hmm? HMM?
 
I’m tired of facing you. I’m tired of hearing you talk like you own the place. I’m tired of seeing your entitled ass in my division. I’m tired of YOU. The bright side of you showing your obliviousness day in and day out is that it ignites a fire within. My heart is beating with anticipation to the thought of me having a fist full of your broom stick hair. I want to knee you in the fucking stomach until I hear a crack from one of your ribs. I want to dismember you. I want to gather your worthless body parts and feed them to the starving dogs of the world. I don’t want EAW to suffer any longer. Not only will pinning you on Saturday one of my priorities, but running you out of this company is one of them. You just need to go, Maddie. Take some time off and reevaluate your shitty career. Reevaluate how your decisions have been detrimental and how you shouldn’t make the same mistake over and over again. And just for the record, I could never be jealous of a parasite like you. There’s absolutely nothing about you that is worth being envious over. What do you have that would make me feel that way? Beaten EAW Hall of Famers? Cool, you beat a bunch of has-beens that their peak ended decades ago. That’s surely an accomplishment. What? You’re in a stable that is a downgraded version of Hexa-Gun? Okay, like I’m so envious of that. Oh, what’s that? You’re able to tell people shit with the upmost confidence in the world and completely disregarding your own stupidity and flaws? Oo, yikes. Maybe I am jealous of that last one.
 
If one things for sure is that you are definitely not a “company girl” as you put it. You can’t be the face of this division. You can’t be the best Vixen EAW has to offer. That title goes to ME. Since the day I signed my contract with EAW I’ve devoted my life to it. I’ve been working since day one and I have never taken any breaks. I’ve made the beginning part of this year my bitch and trust me, that’ll go all year round. I wonder if you even know the shit you quote, Maddie. But I have a little quote of my own so you won’t feel so bad about yourself.
 
 
Even though I’ve achieved more in my short time here than you have in your entire career shouldn’t automatically equal envy, Maddie. I can help you reach your true potential. You can look at me for guidance. I’d be completely willing to help you out, really! I’d put the grudges aside and I’ll make you into a real star. I can take you under my wing and I can make you into an A-rated Vixen, because let’s face it – right now you’re a D+ Vixen on your good days. I can help you, but you have to lower your guard and become vulnerable in order for me to do so. Are you willing to do that, Maddie? Are you willing to let me inside of you… and get to know everything that lies within that crazy little brain of yours? The choice is yours. But even if I were to take you under my wing, I doubt you’d be able to comprehend anything I’d say. I guess I have to be a big, redneck looking son of a bitch in order to get your attention. That, I understand, trust me.
 

Gosh, as champion I have so many important things to do. My attention is limited and please Maddie, if you do decide to reach out to me again – make it snazzy. Oh, you know; say something that’ll actually grab my attention. Say something that’ll keep wanting me more because right now I don’t want none of that. Make me rage with anger, make me want to grab you in the middle of our match and shove my fist so far up your ass I’d be using you as a hand puppet at children shows. GIVE ME SOMETHING. Anything, anything. Anything other than this…

 
 
That’s the word of the day.  Delusional that’s because what most of you in this match are.  Most of you actually think you can win this.  Most of you are just coming out here and just spreading lies to the world about how you got this win in the bag or how some of you deserve this win.  Come on now do you guys really think that? Or is it just most of you talking out of your asses? I think it’s the second one you guys are just talking to talk now.  No real meaning behind any of the words just pure and utter bullshit.   Me on the other hand?  For the past month now everything I said was true.  All those weeks I said I was going to win that 20k and guess what?  I did that.  I told everyone I was going to win that battle royal for a shot at the Interwire championship and guess what? I did that.  Will the cycle continue going into Grand Rampage? Of course it will because unlike the rest of you I don’t talk just to talk I talk because I mean every single last word of it.   And if somehow some FUCKING way I don’t win this I have a backup plan with the Interwire championship match.    What do any of you guys have to fall back on? Nothing once you guys lose you lose.  You go back to doing the same shit you were doing before this…
 
 
 

 
 
See delusional is word of the day but for this particular person the word for him is stupid.    JJ I was never your bitch you just loved to make it seem that way and if you still honestly feel that way then answer me this JJ? How does it make you feel that this “Bitch” was the most entertaining part of the Iconomy? Name one thing just one thing you did that was interesting during our run?  When we debuted it was me who put TLA through a table with a double foot stomp.  It was me who almost ended that man’s title reign and career.  What did you do to try and top that? You bitched out and you called the cops on him so you can take his title.  Now what’s more entertaining?  Me putting him through a table you being a bitch and calling the cops?  I think option A is the answer to that one.  If that’s not enough proof for you then allow me to get more into detail.  At HOG name one entertaining thing you did.  Go ahead I’ll wait…    No,  JJ Tyler Parker wasn’t in that match so you can’t use that one so go ahead name me something you did during HOG that was even remotely entertaining.   YOU CAN’T!  It was me who carried you in that match and if it wasn’t for wanting to try and picking up the win instead of defending me and making sure no one took the pin we’d be the champions.  But no right after I hit possibly the biggest move in 2015 the Box Office Smash extreme what do you do?  You go ahead and pin some other asshole and got us both hit with Glass Selfie Sticks.   Mental state?  This isn’t a mental state this is me JJ this has always been me!  I just couldn’t show it in Iconomy because I couldn’t have more of an ego then my “Leader” I wasn’t allowed too.  I had to act like some shy low self-esteemed piece of shit.    I am a creation of nothing or anyone expect myself.   I am not in some deep depression because of agony or guilt.  I’m probably in one of the best moods I’ve ever been in.  I’ve been doing great things lately and it sucks you can’t say that JJ it honestly does.  While me, Eclipse and Cailin are all doing big things whether it’s being King of Elite or Specialist champion or next in line against Mexican Samurai we are doing something.  What about you though?  Scott is defending his title and Zack is fighting for it along with Tig.  Chances are the little “Mafia” you’re in keeps the title.  What about you though?  While they are entering a match where likely one of them walk out winner your walking into a match you couldn’t win if you were number 40 and the last person(Myself) had literally no energy left.  JJ like I said you went from having your own “Goons” and “Bitches” to being someone else’s goon and bitch.  What a time to be alive for you right?  JJ I don’t owe you a think you for Jack shit in my career all the things I’ve been doing lately whether it’s winning 20k matches or earning title shots that was all on my own.   Like I said though win (Likely will) or lose (Likely won’t) I have something to fall back on.   Lose or lose for you and just go back to being Scott and Zack’s bitch.  Sounds like a cool movie title though doesn’t it? “Scott and Zack feat their bitch JJ Silva”.   Hey at least you’’ have something going for you right?
 
 
 

 
 
 
Hey Aren how are you? All bark and no bite huh? Kind of like you during King of Elite or at Reasonable Doubt?  A new jester in the kings court huh? Well that’s big talk coming from someone who isn’t even king in the first place.  Come on now Aren me and you both know that Big Mike isn’t the only threatening thing about me.   It’s my move set it’s my presence it’s everything.  However Big Mike just adds a tad bit more fear to the table.   He’s not the only reason I’ll last in this match it will also because of my pure skill and talent.    You on the other hand well you won’t last that long.  That’s right I said it the projected favorite to win won’t even make it to the final 4 he’ll be gassed out and choke before that could even happen.  That is exactly what everyone gets for assuming he wins and saying this man deserves to win.  This “Man” doesn’t deserve shit.  He’s had his chance and he blew it the only thing he deserves is to watch me from backstage celebrate my victory and then on the next Showdown watch me announce what champion I plan on going against at Pain for Pride.  That’s what he deserves.
 
 


 
 
Carlos nothing changes does it?  Same old Carlos.   The Carlos who uses jokes my 15 year old nephews use on their friends.  Mr. Bad Haircut really Carlos? That first of all coming from a man who barley has hair to begin with.   Listen here Mr. Shiny Head you will learn to respect me.  When you say my name I want you to throw some respect on it!  I am tired of you acting like I am some untalented bastard knowing damn well I’m not.  Every time we’ve been in the ring together I brought you to your limit and don’t you say otherwise.   It could have been me if I cared enough about the stupid title defending it against Lucas Johnson or Lioncross.  Yet you act like a child and just say whatever you think is funny.  You sir are a hater.  Yup I said it you refuse to acknowledge the talent and I have you rather just play dumb all the time to make yourself look “Cool”.  You ignoring the talent I have isn’t cool it’s lame and at this point everyone knows it.   That’s why I’m the one who will be fighting for a title that most care about and not a title only 2 people care about.  See a Showdown was just a little preview of what’s to come during the Grand Rampage match.  I mean I know those guys were scrubs but most of you when you guys get in the ring with me are scrubs.  None of you are on the level of talent I am.  Now that’s not to say some of you don’t have talent it’s just that none of you can match up this God given talent I have.   My name doesn’t excite you it scares you.  It gets you nervous when someone brings up my name around you, you shake up.  The hairs on your arm begin to rise and you get a little shaky because you know first handle despite all the times you’ll refuse it.  I bring you to a level not a lot of people can in that ring.  And that scares you.  It makes you sweat it makes you tremble.  After Grand Rampage there will no refusing this statement because it will be clear just not to be but the world.
 
 
 
 
King Eclipse.  You got to be the most uninteresting King of Elite’s in the history of the people who won that crown.   I mean since KOE I haven’t really heard of you.  Your name hasn’t rung any bells as of late.  Not even I mean still you got more going for yourself then JJ does probably but still for someone who is supposed to be a “King”.  You aren’t very interesting just very repetitive.  Eclipse we all know by now you aren’t some crazy person.  You aren’t evil or any of the other bullshit you always want to spew to us.  Behind all those words behind that camera you are a scared little man who says scary things to intimidate other people. I mean maybe it works for some other people maybe people like Aren or Lucian get scared at what you say.  But me? Of course not Eclipse I don’t care how bad you want to make me bleed because it won’t happen.    You won’t cause me even a single drop of blood.  You won’t even get a peep out of me when you are trying so hard to make me scream in agony.   I never said I was perfect but I can say none of our faults should be put on me.  Not even taking you out to add Greg Ward was on me that was also another dumb JJ move.  However me and JJ not winning the tag team championships at HOG? His fault.  Me and you not being in the finals for that tag tournament.  Your fault.  I did everything I could do to hold that piece of shit together and it was guys like you and JJ who trashed.  Sometimes I wish I got out when Cailin did.   Now look at she’s champion not only that though she’s a champion of relevancy not a king of irrelevance like yourself.  Or a bitch of irrelevance like JJ.  I know I have my flaws Eclipse I mean of course not as many as you do I have I some.  Even with that being said though a lot of people do believe me when I talk whether they want to admit it or not.  You being one of those main people.  You said it yourself I’m the cock of the walk.   I’m the bee’s knees I’m the cat’s pajamas man.  Meanwhile you’re the creep uncle.  You’re the ugly dog no one wants to be around.  No one believes you when you speak.  Want to know why that is? It’s because it’s always the same thing with you.  It’s always you wanting to see people bleed and making them scream in agony.  It’s repetitive and then you going out there and not doing the things you said you wanted to do… It’s repetitive.    Eclipse me at my weakest state of being is scarier then you and all the bullshit you spew.  Me bloodied and battered (Not by you) is scarier then you and the little group of goons of irrelevancy you have.  You haven’t surpassed me you barley surpassed JJ.  You’ve never been the best in Iconomy you just happened to be second best… Behind me.   You are a fake Eclipse and I will prove it to you at Grand Rampage.  I am the one who will win Grand Rampage not you or anyone else me.  That’s because I have a little something called.
 


 
 
Ambition not a lot of you guys have man.  You guys just talk to get these fans riled up and them going.  When I talk I mean every single word I say.   See when you guys speak you can tell you don’t mean what you say.  You just do it to fit in.  You see everyone else saying they’ll win Grand Rampage so you join along and you’re like “No I’ll win it” knowing damn well you have no chance.  There is no emphasis behind those words when you speak.  You all just sound like robots “I am going to win Grand Rampage” with no force behind it.  That’s because you guys lack ambition and well if I was you and I was knew I was in this match I’d lack that too.   Everything I say I mean it!  There isn’t a single doubt in my mind I can’t do this.  No matter if I enter #1 or #40 I know I can do this.   Despite all the problems in my career before this years I go I put all that behind me and I know I can get the job done.  Not a lot of you can honestly say that.  I bet most of you or even all of you are talking to your real good friends right now like.   “Man I really can’t win this match there’s no way in hell I can.  I’m just saying I can so I don’t seem like some punk bitch”.    Well sorry to burst the bubble of most of you but lying still makes you a punk bitch.  Maybe you’d get some respect if you stopped being liar and just admitted to the world before Grand Rampage.  “Hey I’m JJ Silva and there’s no way I can win this match” or “Hey, I’m Lucian Black and most of you know I’ll choke during this match”.   Then maybe you’ll get some respect but saying shit like you deserve to win knowing damn well you don’t deserve shit.  Isn’t going to help the situation you’re in.   Especially for the guys who have nothing going for them when they go back home after losing this match.  You go back to being irrelevant and meaning nothing to the company.  While like I said if I somehow lose I have a title shot I know I can win to fall back on.  Matter of fact I can win this and still win the Interwire Champion and probably give myself two matches for Pain for Pride.  While the rest of you struggle to get one.   That’s why you guys have to win this so bad without this this you won’t headline the biggest show of the year.  You’ll barley make it onto the show of the year.   Like I said though none of you will win this none of you will Main Event Pain for Pride because like I said you guys are just…
 
 

☤The camera turns onto Tiberius Jones walking into a comic book store, he looks up to see t shirts and posters of various comic figures like Superman and the X-Men on hangers, sneering at them Jones has nothing but contempt while a worker greets him.☤

Worker: Hey, anything I can do for you today?

☤Jones ignores him while he walks through the sections casing the joint. Shortly afterwards a large bang is heard on the opposite end of the room and a female co-worker yells as two ten year olds dressed as heroes are running around knocking books down when causing an overall mess.  Jones feigns anger. ☤

TJ: Hey you two, behave or I’ll tell your mom you snuck into see Deadpool!

Kids: Aww, come on TJ, no snitching!

Other worker: You know these two?

TJ: Yeah, they’re a real pain in my ass.

☤The camera shows the lady worker standing with the two children who have stopped, now it is noticeable one kid is dressed in the Snake Eyes getup and obviously the other kid in a small muscle suit must thus be G.I Joe. ☤

TJ: My two little cousins, Viper Eyes and G.I Henderson.

Female worker: It’s not every day you see anyone interested in G.I Joe when it comes to superheroes, it’s so passé.

TJ: Well you see, despite the lackluster quality of comic books in general, Viper and Henderson STILL don’t deserve to be the cream of any crop. That’s why they have to dress up as comic characters linked to Hasbro, and I entertain them with their silly little nicknames.

Kids: Secret identities!

Female Worker: Aww, that’s so nice of you to watch over them like that.

Male Worker: Wait, if you don’t like comics why are you here?

TJ: Well obviously someone has to look over these two fuck ups, they can’t do anything right by themselves. Just last Halloween they went around our neighbourhood dressed as the Three Musketeers, all two of them, they thought they pulled it off perfectly and couldn’t understand why they were being bullied at school the next week.

Viper Eyes: Well we taught those bullies a lesson!

Female Worker: My, don’t tell me you used violence?!

GI Henderson: Well we tried, but they beat us up.

Viper Eyes: But in that beating we taught them a lesson! They watched us learn what it means to have a tough backstory!

G.I Henderson: And knowing, is half the battle!

Male worker: Huh, wouldn’t that mean they taught yo—

TJ: Don’t confuse them. Viper and Henderson can’t be reasoned with anyways, they’re convinced they’re under an anti bullying campaign now. Just a few weeks ago they attacked their own parents for not giving this pizza delivery guy a tip.

Viper Eyes: NOBODY GETS AWAY WITH BULLYING WHEN WE’RE ON DUTY!

G.I Henderson: Everyone knows that nobody wants to grow up to be a pizza delivery man, that guy must have had a tough life being such a loser, it isn’t right to be mean to losers!

Viper Eyes: If we ever see anyone mess with a pizza delivery man, especially if he seems lonely and a reject of society, they will feel our wrath! They don’t want to see what happens when I unleash my Caustic Screech!

G.I Henderson: Pfftt my masked little friend you may have a screech, but I control the Rising Tides! Anyone can explain and show how to make noise, but not my tides. Tides go in, tides go out, you can’t explain that! Nobody can explain that!

Male Worker: But they can explain how tides work.

G.I Henderson: Nu-uh, I heard it straight from Heart Break Bill, and he went to O’Reily university! Have you gone to university, no, you’re a store clerk! That’s how we know god exists, the unexplainable tides!

Viper Eyes: Calm down, you’re almost being a bully! Remember what uncle Bill told us, with great costumes comes great responsibility.

G.I Henderson: Sorry, I got a little emotional, it’s just people not taking my feelings seriously really upsets me! Comic books that uphold heroes and the great bible that upholds faith, they’re the holy trinity of books.

Male Worker: Does he even know what trinity means?

TJ: He’s been obsessed with the word ever since Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman were called it, like I’ve said they’re terrible with numbers. What bothers me is all the love America has for the bible and comic books, when everyone knows that manga is the superior literature that needs to sweep this country!

Kids: Manga hurts our brains!

TJ: That’s because manga is a superior art form that tells true, coherent, tales of epic adventure and intrigue! Comic books and bibles are just messy little things that contradict and spin nonsense upon the public, mostly because multiple people rewrite the stories. How many editions of the bible are there out there in history? How many different renditions are there of the superheroes and their stories out there? Hell even random nerds can become comic book writers to change the whole game up, and they get to write tales about superheroes made in comics before they were even born! That’s why they’re so many interpretations of Batman and all these caped vigilantes. But the manga industry doesn’t just let random people pick up their characters and fuck them around, they don’t go on endlessly without any end in sight, manga has direction, quality, and knowing when it is time to finish your story while you let new fresh stories be what takes center stage be it with different writers or old writers telling new stories.  Every few years’ new manga’s rise as new characters are introduced in our culture, but tell me, when’s the last time any new huge superhero moniker has come out? Spiderman, Batman, Deadpool, Ironman, The Black Panther, all characters written of in the 90s, or even earlier!  

☤Jones makes sure the workers observe him as the center of attention and then he stares into the camera. ☤

That’s the problem with guys like Brian Daniels and Cyclone, the same as HBB and all the comic book reinvention of characters, they think don’t know when to pack it in. They rather stink up the place and try to hog all the spotlight when just about everyone is sick of seeing em, but unlike comic books the wave of new names cannot be subdued, not when they’re as suave and smooth as Drake & Jones! While Cyclone may have done in Drastik in their little conjoined returns in the business, Drake & Jones have been putting the biggest names in the industry in body bags for months now, be it DDDs or the Mercenaries! While Brian Daniels admittedly had a pretty sweet match with the Heart Break Boy that was as close as could be, we retired the Heart Break Boy period! While that dwarf may have had a pretty impressive world title reign that stacks up well with the others in history, we have dominated the tag team division in ways never before thought possible, we’re the undefeated first Tag Team Grand Prix trophy winning Tag Team Champions of the world! Za Warudo! Everyone knows that no matter what these two have done separately tag team wrestling is a completely different ball game that has embarrassed many singles legends that have dared step into this division without the right chemistry, their errors are especially clear when this division is headed by the most cohesive unit there has ever been. Cyclone and Brian Daniels know much of glory and praise, but there is one team that will put them to shame!

A team to stand at the EAW shores ready to slap Cyclone back to the place from whence he came!

A team to tell Brian Daniels that the only dragons that matter are Komodo and Darkness Flame!

Brian, Cyclone, you two didn’t come correct when you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong to protect that little punk Pizza Boy, who just like you didn’t understand who was his betters! It ain’t nothing new for the two of us to have people intervene in our operations, and each and every time you best believe those who have gotten into our business have left knowing the heavy cost for their mistake. You don’t understand what is waiting in the dark alleys you’re about to venture in, you won’t see the daggers until it’s too late! Judging from your do gooder demeanors, nobody ever slapped you upside your head as children to tell you that this world ain’t the place to play captain save a hoe, nor save a boy either, it’s the type of world where you do you and keep your head down when guys like Drake & Jones are on the scene. It’s not that hard, no rocket science included, read the room, this world belonging to us has long been concluded.

☤Jones cousins run out of the store with stolen manga as they ended their prop act while Jones distracted the workers with his speech, and the camera goes black with Jones giving the finger.☤