Remember when TLA use to make funny, derivative sexual jokes and puns that would make everyone laugh? I hear that there is a hit movie out now called, Deadpool, and maybe you can be so edgy as to rewrite the script using mock names of fellow Elitist for your own personal porn parody. I actually use to like that TLA because you were pretty hilarious, but I take a look at you now, and I've become somewhat disappointed by the man who put a mask on his head. I get it, vato. You are from the streets of Mexico and you are one bad ass "cholo", but I don't see you wearing a scarf that covers your eyes, the checkered shirt with only one button attached at the top, the khakis shorts that goes down to your ankles. Who am I to judge anyways, it's not like I'm very Mexican myself.  I'm half-Japanese and a very loose Mexican at best with the ability to only speak English, but California has so many goddamn Mexicans that they might as well name this place, New Tijuana. I'm like Piff Fumador without the ongoing joke, but TLA isn't hood, nor is he some kind of hombre that is going to intimidate me by speaking Spanish... as if I haven't heard native Spanish speakers talking shit behind my back before. 
 
I'm here to announce why illegal Mexicans are bad for this country, for once, I agree with something that Mr. Trump is saying. I was born in the United States of America, even though both of my parents were foreigners and I grew up under the banner of fifty stars; getting an education in the good ol' US of A. These illegals keep doing the one thing that has been a detriment to most Americans over the last twenty years and will soon be the end of America's freedom and patronage. Taking jobs? Hell no! I don't give a fuck if TLA has a job here in Elite Answers Wrestling because I believe in equality. I'm clearly talking about the fact that this Mexican illegally stole my title shot from me and is now wearing the title that should be around my waist. My friends and I have taken this to the streets … the digital streets of Facebook and with our Samsung Galaxy 7s (which is something that a poor, urban hoodrat like TLA could never afford with his prepaid Boost mobile flip phone) have created a link to our petition so that President Obama can fix this mistake and make sure that I rightfully get the title that should be around my waist right now! 

Sign the petition:  http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/tla-should-have-his-title-removed-and-given-to  

Once again, no one is giving me a chance in this upcoming match because I'm in the supposed EAW doghouse with those in charge of Showdown. Somehow, I'm the bad guy but you have a couple of dumbasses that go around showing off their penises to the Vixen's and somehow I was still wrong in the situation because I wanted to speak my mind? Sure, they got fired but I'm still getting shit treatment from the captives that hold down my contract and all this publicity from [name redacted] and [name redacted] has taken away from all the attention I've been given within the last week. I'm the Millennial Messiah, I'm the person that should be in all the headlines in EAW and those two fucktards have taken away the focus of the single greatest competitor that has ever stepped foot inside an EAW arena. It simply doesn't matter how long TLA has been wrestling on Dynasty because the moment that he stepped into Showdown, all of his previous career was brought to zilch, nada, zero. This was a man who LOST his first match on Showdown and the only reason why he was even able to defeat Cameron Ella Eva was because I had softened her up enough the week before that she could barely fight the next week. You won the Interwire title from the ghost of Cameron Ella Eva and the fact that you parade that around like Mexico won the World Cup, makes me absolutely sick to my stomach... I even went and unliked every one of your pictures on Instagram and I know how much that is going to hurt you on the inside. You deserve it because you fucked with the wrong Messiah, el pedo!  

I'm sure that this has been a dream match ever since I started making waves in this company, because I've heard clamorings of the possibility of Samurai facing TLA for the New Breed Title when I was first making my way through the undercard. The fans seem to have this misunderstanding that we both represent the Mexican people, as if I give a damn about any single Mexican because I happen to have half their blood? That's the half that I secretly resent because I absolutely love the deep sense of honor and respect that the Japanese culture invokes but Mexico is nothing but a hotbed of heaping trash. Have you been to San Jose, Mexico? It smells like shit because people literally take dumps on the sidewalk, and you have to fear for your life every night if you are just a little famous because the Mexican Drug Cartel might take you hostage and hold you for ransom. FUCK THAT! Get me away from that hellhole as fast as possible, and place me into the sunny, tech leading, San Jose, California. Home of sushi burritos, Asian and Latina chicks, and one of the greatest economies in North America... my home.  

Which reminds me, this event takes place in Dublin where I absolutely spanked there homeboy Dark Demon all over an MMA cage. Through all the shit-talking and family beatings... I have a little secret to tell... I might have just held onto that choke for just a little longer than usual because I was absolutely giddy as I heard Demon's life wheeze out of his mouth. I should have teabagged him while he was on the ground but I thought I was doing the noble thing by accepting the victory. I'm sure that I'm not going to get the best response when I compete in Ireland because the whole nation is still salty that I conquered their hero, and they have to admit that I'm the best. I'm not going to let them effect me and when I win this Interwire title at Road to Redemption then EAW better get Roger Goodell to fine me and Ireland needs to get ready for the biggest post-party celebration in the ring that can possibly be imagined. I'm going thrust my pelvis so hard that all the bitches in the first two rows are going to get pregnant.  

I've changed, but doesn't everyone when they have their back against the wall? I care about winning the title but I no longer care about doing it in a noble or honorable way, and I can especially care less about the customs of which we must follow in this corrupt organization. Once again, I'm going to do things my way because it's the only way I've been able to overcome all the bullshit that has been thrown at me week after week after goddamn week. TLA is probably going to get every advantage that he can possibly get in order to make sure that I never win a title here in EAW; a thinly veiled attempt at affirmative action and being a good little Mexican puppet for the masses. God forbid, I win that title because things will no longer be the same here in EAW, and as my little army of Millennials continue to build up; people sick and tired of being held down here in EAW, you'll see the ramifications of fucking with me.  

So...TLA?  Are you going to get that little amusing parody going, because that's all you are. A parody of a champion.

And lets take a bit of a stroll shall we?

Just a small one down memory lane if you don't mind.

Just a glimpse into why this is what it is today, Ok?

ROLL IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*The camera cuts to a small bar scene, somewhere on a tropical island. We see Kevin Devastation sitting there enjoying a mojito enjoying the retired life, not a damn worry in the world. He sips his drink and enjoys the view of the many lovely women in and out of the water, and he just kicks back and keeps tanning. All of a sudden a waitress approaches him and hands him a phone saying he had a very important call, he lowers his shades and looks at her, then just chuckles and takes the call and well...few days later we have Big Kev getting off a plane the Showdown after King Of Elite...and here is where our real story begins.*

Well well well...The lime light has missed me, the lime light has suffered without a real seven foot God of a man to stand in it and bask in all this attention. I mean sure you have midgets like Brian Daniels, washed up legends like Ryan Adams still around...Hell at this point id say you were about to push Clark Duncan...But I think hes got five to ten more years to get that push, bad move kid...bad move. But hey look on the bright side folks, look on the bright side of all of this...VIC VENDETTA IS ABOUT TO BECOME THE ELITE ANSWERS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! And hes gonna send the resident Red Skull back to the Marvel Universe and off of Showdown where he belongs. Burned face and sense of entitlement and all of that, back to the time of hailing for you Lannister. By the way, where is Lannister? I haven't heard from him in a very long time. IS HE SCARED?!?!? Is the King scared of a little fight from the new God of EAW, Vic Vendetta? Come come now Lannister, you are a mighty lion...A mighty lion that my client....no my prodigy...no no no...a man who is like a SON to me, a true son more so than my own flesh and blood. Vic Vendetta is a villain after my own heart, a ruthless business man and a cut throat inside the ring. Something a man with your honor will never understand you silent burned fool. WHEN IT IS EAT OR BE EATEN YOU STILL STAND BY WORDS OF HONOR. Well, at least you can stand by that instead of your wife when shes having her neck broken by another man. Guess till death do us part really means you'll let her die just to step away from the common whore instead of throwing her back to the corner to get a better man...WITH AN ACTUAL PAIR OF NUTS TO FIGHT INSTEAD OF JUST WATCH. But then again, you are the kind to watch aren't you Lannister, you watched your stable get destroyed in  front of your eyes on your watch. You watched that, just like you watched as Athena, which is dumb name for a dumb broad, get her neck snapped when Vic Vendetta gave the slut her Final Atonement on Showdown. Just like you are gonna watch this from where ever you have been hiding, and being silent while you are hiding by the way, and you will sit and stew on it, think of a reply, say something about my career, about Vics career, hell maybe you just wanna insult his mother. But none of it matters Lannister, none of it. And you wanna know why, because you will be watching and not doing, not as a champion should anyway. And hell when its all said and done you will have watched your World Title reign, your ONLY title reign fall under your watch...not because I am a better man, not because Vic is a better man, we are but that's not my point. But because your WHOLE career, every single minute of it all you have done nothing but watch, unless its Ares Vendetta...THEN you started to be a do'er, and now as far as I am concerned Lannister you have used up all that fire you had, you know against Ares and finally on your face. A year long journey to King Of Elite from last year to this, you waited and showed everybody that you can watch chance after chance to do something to become champion, to reign as you say over the kingdom. But hell Lannister, even I know that you waited to long and let everything break you down before you acted. Sure you won at King Of Elite. But its sad that one month after its all gonna fall apart because instead of acting...you just like to watch. So keep watching Lannister, keep watching as Vic Vendetta raises "your" title over his head and just like Hercules killed the Nemean Lion, Vic Vendetta will choke the life out of your pathetic lungs before he takes the lifeline of your "reign" and kills it. Now that, that'll be worth the money for the pay per view so we can be Lannister...and just watch the outcome.

I thought you knew me better than that, Cyclone. I'm not the type of person to avoid obstacles or challenges. I didn't say the things I said to make sure you left again, to make sure my road to success became less bumpy. I said the things I said because they were the truth. I know how big of an obstacle you embody, I know you will dish out a legitimate challenge to me this Friday. Beating you won't be easy, but that's what makes this interesting and fun. Overcoming hardships and tribulations make us stronger. So tell me, why would I want to stay away from something that will make me stronger? You want to know why I represent Dynasty despite all my failures, Cyclone? Because I was here for the EAW universe and this company when it needed me the most. That night Dynasty met it's demise I was screwed. If it wasn't for Zack Crash's boyfriends -- You know what? I don't regret anything that has happened to me throughout the years, Cyclone. I really don't. Because everything I have been through has made me stronger, a better man. You have no right to judge me. You have no right to even talk about things you weren't here for.  Maybe I failed Dynasty. But you failed the entire land of elite when you abandoned it in it's darkest days. During the tempest you were nowhere to be found. I was here, despite the fact I failed Dynasty and had everyone calling me a failure I stuck around and I rectified my mistake. I destroyed the Zack Crash regime and saved this company from perpetual damnation. I know damn well how this company was built. I won't look down on my comrades when I ultimately make it to the top, I won't diminish their efforts because I know most of them have busted their ass for this company. I'll never look down on someone who truly works hard, someone who is loyal to this place. You keep making futile attempts at taking my pride, you constantly fail to insult me.  What you don't know is my pride is unbreakable, I always keep my head up regardless what happens, regardless what my opponents say or do against me. Maybe this place will never be free of corruption but as long as my heart is still beating I will fight to change that. You won't kill my dreams and visions of a better EAW.

What made you think I admitted defeat? I didn't exhibit any signs of exhaustion. But you did. I can feel you starting to give out. I can feel you slowly but effectively beginning to surrender. You may have won the battle several years ago but I will win the war! I could care less if the historic moments I became the protagonist of are remembered or not. As long as I KNOW what I did, as long as I KNOW how I did everything I could to ensure those moments took shape I will always be satisfied. I couldn't neutralize Zack Crash's nature, you're right. However, I SUCCESSFULLY neutralized the odds of him ever finding success in his miserable life again. I destroyed him physically and emotionally and now he is but a shell of his former self. You lost this, Cyclone. You are unable to come to terms with that fact but deep down within you know I got this. That's why you continually but ineffectively insult me. Because you know I will emerge victorious from our combat. You think I am a kid, you say I remind you of who you used to be... That's funny. You remind me of the cockroach I exterminated at Rising Tide. He thought he was omnipotent, an indestructible god. And look what happened. This is as far as you're getting, Cyclone. You won't end me I will end you and your story. It's my time, my time to shine, my time to prove that everything I have been professing about all the elitist from my generation and myself is true and more. Game over, Cyclone. I win, you lose.

 
It’s great how things just come full circle sometimes. Let’s look back shall we? Back to the now tremendous month of July. That’s when this company changed forever. That’s when it all changed for the better. When I came to EAW headquarters to sign my contract, there was another girl there. They told me she was on the verge of signing, too. Her name: Eris LeCava. We met then, and it was quick, but you could sense her inner fire and drive. There was something just a bit off with her, but it wasn’t as if you would just discount her. She sounded like she could be talented enough to do whatever she wanted to. So sure enough, we got a chance to fight just a month later. That was a really interesting experience. Here were two rookies going head to head and creating so much attention with their match that it got moved up. We were told we would be main eventing. Imagine that feeling. We had barely been here for a month and already they were throwing us a huge opportunity. If you don’t know the history there, the match didn’t get a chance to live up to the hype we created. Chuck Scene came out and wrecked us both. I remember we developed a sort of friendship there, and if not that, a deep respect for each other. If something like that were to happen again, we had each other’s backs. I remember telling her  would support her ring side if she wanted when she faced Chuck. She turned it down, and I understood. She wanted to do it on her own. That’s when I started to believe she was a real individual.
 
Flash forward to that Empress of Elite tournament and out girl Eris is just on absolute fire. I mean she was bashing in skulls in that tournament and we got that chance to fight again. Although this time she was different. After I mentioned how great it was to be fighting someone I’d gotten to know and respect so much, she flipped the script and went a little bit crazy on me. She made it clear we weren’t friends and that she didn’t respect me. It’s funny that back then, even when she wasn’t respecting me, she still saw me as a threat to what she was doing. Here she was trying to make this perfect run through that tournament, but she knew I could be one that would threaten it. So we jumped right back into that same heat we had before. We went right back at each other’s throats and this time we got to battle it out to the end. It was quite a match, and you managed to pull it out in the end. And when it finished, I was the only one who was standing in your corner. I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but I wanted you to keep up that success. I wanted you to beat Tarah, but then Maddie did. And when you got your shot, I was standing backstage losing my mind and hoping you could pull it off. And you did. It was so crazy seeing you lift that title above your head while the crowd roared. They wanted to see you as champ almost as much as I did. And you looked like you were going to turn over some new leaf or something, it was hard to tell. You were walking around talking about being the role model of the division, and helping it clean up its act. You hated seeing some of the trashy attitudes and bad personalities that were clouding it up. I thought you were honestly running around like some lone ranger vigilante champion. But then it all changed.
 
The allure of power or something, it was too much for you. And the person who preached to me that this place isn’t about making friends, she made herself a few friends. It was you that told me I was barking up the wrong tree if I wanted to have good friends here and didn’t just treat everyone like an opponent. You made it seem like a waste of time to have respect for anyone. But then you joined Hexa-gun and became best friends with Heart Break Gal. If you think about it, it was really quite a convenient addition for that group. They got to have another champion join their fray, and a real gal pal for Claudia to hang her hat on. But for me, it’s the hypocritical nature you operated by that really caught my attention. It’s not like I’m standing over here throwing a fit and stomping my foot. “Why will you be her friend, but not mine.” No, that’s more of a vintage Eris tantrum. But it just surprised me that someone who thought she could stand on her own so quickly changed her mind and thought she needed to join a team.
 
But I will celebrate your return to ring action at Reasonable Doubt with a party of my own. You see you’ve decided that since I have to fight different people than you that my life is just easy and that I’m suddenly worthless. Someone who used to build me up as a real threat put on this mask so she could talk down on me and pretend I’m just absolute shit. You know this isn’t true. I believe you are more than worthy of being the Vixens champ and you deserve everything you’ve received to this point. You’ve fought hard and you have been rewarded for it. But so have I, and that’s why I have the Specialists title. To be honest, it doesn’t matter what you think of this title. You question the value of our match, but what happens when I win and I’m holding two belts? You might hold the title with more history and legacy, but I’m building this from scratch, and that isn’t easy. If you honestly think I’m so stupid that I don’t realize your title is the top Vixen prize, then you’ve lost touch with who you’re fighting here. You’ve let all the wrong parts of HBG rub off on you. Or maybe you two consider those to be the right parts, but that’s your own very personal business. You are a deserving champion, but to make me sound like shit because I have had to defend this title so often is just a delusional train of thought. I’ve won all these matches. I’m a fighting champion, and there’s not a thing wrong with that. Because I love this business and I love being in the ring and I bleed and sweat for these accomplishments. Having to defend this title so often is a challenge, and I don’t back down from challenges. This match is EAW taking it’s top two Vixens, who just happen to be its champions, and letting them go at each other. For some reason you don’t see the fun in that. And you talk about me not being able to have feuds because it’s defended so often. Tell me about the feud you’ve had while you were on vacation? Tell me about the long feud you had with Cloud leading up to your last title defense. Let’s not get into storytelling here, because that one clearly isn’t on either of us. When I say you have taken all the bad parts of HBG, here’s where it takes the cake. You have become so obsessed with your own self-importance that you’re now attempting to degrade me completely to put yourself over. You don’t have to prove anything… so you just don’t think there’s ever a need to defend your title? You tried to make it seem like you played such a role in this match happening, but it was outlined to me far before you ever bothered yourself to come back from your little vacation. This match is happening because I worked for it and I earned this opportunity. You can continue to paint this picture that I’m this trash wrestler who can’t even amount to your faux greatness. But no one but you and your Hexa-gun douchebags believes that I don’t belong in this match. And when we’re done, you won’t even have the title that makes you so precious to them
 
I would challenge you to have a different way of thinking. Someday, I see us both as Hall of Famers. I see this contest we’re about to have as a Hall of Fame type match that will be remembered for a long time. Even if it didn’t have this Champion vs. Champion moniker, people would be thrilled for us to be fighting in a title match no matter who was the champion and what belt it was. Because we’re both fantastic fighters. And I don’t need to show you that respect, but I’m giving it to you regardless. This is still just the beginning for us. I mean think about that. We will go on and on, and we might trade titles many times in our careers going against each other. You talk about things you deserve, well I rightfully deserve this. Your roll in the new year, well, it’s been a very few handful of matches. So congrats on that, I suppose. Our match together, though, it will be an absolute war. A blowout of epic proportions between us. You’re talking down on me and that’s to be expected because that’s who you are now. This is the Eris you’ve become, for now. You’ll change again like you always do, but let’s just be clear on this. When people were overlooking both of us to pick who they thought would make the big impacts in the Vixens division this year, I had to laugh. This division doesn’t get better than the two of us right now. And when people watch Reasonable Doubt this weekend they’ll see exactly what I mean when I said that. This is going to be the Vixens match of the year happening in February. And when this match ends, I’ll be standing there with both titles in my grasp and looking down at you laying face down on that mat, probably holding your jaw. And I’ll be celebrating as the first ever Specialist AND Vixen champion. You talk about history, well I’m about to make history! I’m about to make a moment that will last forever.

King converted to Champion and pretty soon Championshipless.  I've been wrestling for almost entirely too long, and on the whole I'm pretty happy with what I've accomplished over the last multiple years. I've wrestled all around the world, I've worked for the biggest companies in the business, and I've held numerous titles. But there is one accolade that I have never accomplished I've never been World Champion, and until I have, I'll never consider myself to be a success. Despite the way I act or talk time and time again that title escapes my grasps each and every time I get close to it. After the King of Elite tournament I had to sit back and reevaluate my career as a competitor and then I got an idea as I watched old tapes of myself and my opponents. That's why as soon as I saw an old video of Kevin Devastation vs Extreme Enigma, I put my name forward and made that call almost immediately. I know the history the EAW Championship I know it was vacated immediately as Kawajai retired from the ring but as I look at the history and the title reigns after that I see that no one with the amount of talent and pizazz as I have currently held it. But as Kevin and I came up with a game plan he asked me “Vic why aren’t you World Champion right now? Just look at the men who help the title after Kawajai you have beaten this men and have even took them to their limits before why aren’t you on that title history page?” And I thought to myself why aren’t I? I know that I am better than Jaime and I know that I would beat the lively hell out of that balled bowling ball that you all called a king and now a champion. Lannister listen to me you bald Professor X looking bitch! When I become the EAW Champion on Saturday, I'll make that title what it was meant to be. I won't do what Kawajai did, and discard the belt straight away and retire. I will to be a fighting champion, matter of fact I will have a successful reign before I finally hand that belt back to management because I know once I win it there won’t be any competitors left to take it from me.
 

Look who I have on my side. The big cat right here. People have been pushing all of the wrong buttons for years with the disrespect of this man Kevin Devastation, this is the man who opened the pathway for you fools t even wrestle this is a multiple innovator of moves, this man has buried legends time and time again and this is the man you all should bow your heads too when he even yawns! I personally thought that it's time I unleashed him. Does this look like a man who is afraid of anyone? Let alone the pieces of garbage that didn’t even bat an eye when his wife laid motionless off the stage? I don't think so. Fear is not seen in those eyes nor my eyes Lannister I plan on doing exactly what I have been saying for the past year I will end your reign and I plan on putting you out of your misery. . Do you think that I just became a wrestler or even a contender? I was still in pre-school school when I was beaten into submission. Until I finally complied and went through every agonizing second of what my father as well as Robbie had in store for me. I couldn't stand up for myself. I was a kid. I was weak. I was also molded into the man you see before you, just like Ares. Except that we became two vastly different human beings. Ares wants to show off his nice suits and talk about his quest to collect names and he's already helped to further put the Vendetta name into the history books but he’s also tainted that because of the type of man he is. I don't acknowledge my last name or any member of my very extensive family. I don't care about the supposedly strong tradition. I also don't care about how many titles Robbie Vendetta has won or how many records he's broken. His title history and what he's been able to do in the past aren't going to be able to protect me in the immediate present, Ares current bouts with lord knows who, I’ve broken all ties with the kid since I banished his ass from Showdown. The funny thing about is that you guys were right about one thing and that is I was in his shadow just the support character on a Mario Kart game but since I moved from his back and moved to his front it seems that the topic of conversation has changed, it sounds and looks to me that people are finally understanding who the better Vendetta was and is. Lannister listen up this match is no longer about House of Vendetta or even Ragnarok it’s much larger then that it’s about Vic Vendetta exposing you for the fraud that you really are and that’s a paper weight champion Falls Count anywhere??? I am going to beat the hell out of you throughout the entire arena, then take your punk ass outside, catch a cab to the pub in that shit hole known as Dublin and then leave you stinking in the fields of Ireland. 

Lucian Black, what does it feel like to have your overly ambitious dreams fail to manifest and ultimately betray you? You believed that the universe would correct its course, that if you raised your voice towards me, with anything, I would go back into being just a name in the record books and your path would be less foggy as you march on for the World title held in the hands by the current man who represents this brand. Can you hear that? Or are you going to intentionally discard my words the second they're uttered since nobody else had the heart to call you out? How can you of all people represent and thus desecrate this brand when a fire lit underneath you causes you to drop the ball nine times out of ten? You let your sole victory define your otherwise run-of-the-mill career where your true memorable moments are your desperate attempts to empower yourself and attempts to guilt trip people into viewing you as something more than just an elitist just wrestling. Because it's almost tangible, right? Somehow, you're finally almost at the paramount where you can look down at all the elitists fighting for scraps in this tightly enforced caste system. But the question is will you look down on them? Of course you will, it's only human nature! Just like it's human nature to pretend to be chaste when you would be the biggest sinner of them all if I held you to your own standards. But here is another wake up call: you're no different from them because no matter how high you climb, your character is still that of a starry-eyed rookie. Look at your match at Road to Redemption and deal with the cold hard truth that you was still accepting scraps because when you look even further back and see that the foundation of EAW has been built and maintained by undeniable and inescapable corruption, forget telling me your victory holds any meaning beyond a bittersweet story which will become even more dramatized to ironically fill the pockets of the very men you hate. If you don't pointlessly dedicate your entire career to fighting and taking down those corrupt men who wield massive power, who seem to multiply like the heads of the Hydra, then any meaning you think that match had is wiped out for good. You have the best of both worlds Lucian: you can pretend to be a savior while not actually saving anything.

What can you save?

The gears are still shifting, Lucian.

You have subconsciously admitted defeat in your own special way. Here you are acting like that chapter of your life is finished when it simply refuses to. So you put all your doubts in the back of your head and keep trekking on as you want the audience to acknowledge your moments, but not the crucial details which link them all together. I once was in your main role and I defended Dynasty against Generation Genesis with you at my corner; I was so close in defeating every member in one clean sweep, but I ended up getting betrayed along with Dynasty and its wrestlers. I woke up one day wondering if the landscape of EAW would be different if I managed to not only beat Generation Genesis, but go the extra mile and decimate their entire faction with my own hands to send a warning shot that is what awaited any extremist who tried to play the role of General Manager and thus God over large swaths of wrestlers. I slowly realized that wasn't possible, that was a dream which could never come to fruition as corruption always finds a way to not only survive, but thrive like the roach that it is. Let go of that white elephant, Lucian. You beat Zack Crash, but you did not and cannot beat the nature which resides within him and within you no matter how hard you scrub away. After all, if EAW were to have a bible, the seven deadly sins would be within its holy scripture and you don't think that would have an influence on you? Every mistake that you currently make are mistakes that I've spent years trying to forget. You don't just annoy me---I can't stand the sight of you since it's like looking at a reflection of my younger self.

Dynasty Promo #2
 
 




 
The scene opens on the streets of Shanghai, China.  The morning sunlight reflects off a beat up, unstable looking Taxi parked in the middle of the street whose drier is trying all manner of odd techniques to get the car to start up.  The camera pans over to find hot shot super-agent Johnny J, standing beside his client “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.
 
Michaels: “Don’t worry Mark you said.   It can probably get us to the hotel you said.  There was a mix up with the limo company, and this is the best you could do on short notice you said.”
 
Johnny: “I made a bad choice, I’m sorry.”

Michaels: “Sorry doesn’t help the fact that I’m stuck standing on the street like a common vagrant.  This is not how someone as important as I am, is treated!  What if someone was to take a picture me ridding around in this pile of scrap?  Michaels envy suffering haters like that chump Mexican Samurai would have a field day with this.”
 
A long moment passes as Johnny takes his brow beating, before he turns his attention to the cab driver.
 
Johnny:  “Is it ready yet?”
 
The driver turns the key, but the engine fails to turn over.  The driver shakes his head no.
 
Michaels: “Just terrific.  Here I am, being made a laughing stock out of, in one of the most populated cities in the world.  If this doesn’t get fixed soon, my international reputation will be tarnished, and Dynasty’s ratings will hit rock bottom.”
 
Johnny: “Look Mark, I know you’re upset right now, but why don’t you let me handle the cab, and you just keep you focus on Rheagar okay?
 
Michaels: “Oh I’m focused on Rheagar plenty.  The guy you can’t stand to lock up with, because he smells like week old Gyros that have been left in the sun to rot.  It’s been just under two months since that rat bastard cost me the National Elite Championship over his hard on for Tig Kelly.  And not one single day has gone by that I haven’t thought about it. This Friday night, I’m going to teach Rheagar what happens when you fuck over Mark Michaels, and then try to run like a little bitch.  I swear I could care less about winning or losing this one as long as I get to give Rheagar a first class seat on the end of my boot, and send his ass flying all the way back to Athens!”
 
Johnny:  “Hey, hey, hey wait a minute Mark, think about what you’re saying,  What do you always say, about the people who say winning isn’t everything.”
 
Michaels: “Losers are the only people who say winning isn’t everything.”
 
Johnny: “Exactly, now I know you’ve been very disappointed in everything that’s happened over the past few weeks, but I really think this is the match that will turn everything around.  You want to know why?”
 
Michaels: “Why John?”
 
Johnny: “Because I believe that everything happens for a reason.  You didn’t win that Hell’s Warpath match last week because your better than the New Breed Championship.  I mean you were swatting guys around like flies, would you really want to waste your time dealing with guys like Caine Kronin, and Dustin Brasch?  Of course you wouldn’t.  So lets refocus on getting the win on Dynasty, and then setting our sights on bigger and better things.”
 
Michael: “You know what john, you’re right.  I am better than every last one of those pathetic piles of flea urine, just like I am better than Rheagar.  Oh yeah John, I am better than Rheagar in each and every conceivable way.  I’m better looking, I’m more charismatic, and I can wrestle circles around that punk.  When we step into the ring this Friday night, inside the Shanghai Oriental Sports Center that’s will be packed to the brim with my millions upon millions of followers, all of whom will be chanting so loud he won’t be able to hear himself think, He’s going to get a grade A ass kicking courtesy of Mark Michaels! 
Live on Dynasty, I am going to leave Rheagar laid out, and completely embarrassed by The Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, The Hashtag Hero whose has an army of followers that have chosen him to be their Social Media Champion.  And if you have to ask why, it because the recognize I am the total package, and they know that I am the greatest professional athlete alive today, the Destiny of Dynasty, and the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever come to know!  So Rheagar better get ready, because just like in that Hell’s Warpath match, I’m going to dominate Rheagar from bell to bell, and you better believe that he better start Picturing THAT!”
 
Just as the last syllable escapes Michaels’ lips the sound of the taxi’s engine revving up can be heard.
 
Johnny: “Come on Mark, before it breaks down again.”

Michaels nods his head, and as soon as he enters, the taxi speeds away and out of the shot.
 

FADE TO BLACK. 

☤Tiberius Jones appears within almost blinding white bright lights, dressed in all white street clothes and white Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 sneakers. As it gathered eventually by noticing he stands on top of stairs with a slew of women as background Greek chorus of sorts and men mimicking in exaggerations of his tag team foes at the bottom of the stairs seated, Jones is fucking around with another rendition/parody he does from time to time, this being Beauty School Dropout.☤
☤Individual pictures of Carlos, Lioncross, Clark and Jason Cage laid out on the mat.☤

Sadness is what each their story tells, EAW never do wells
Most undeserving contenders there ever was
Your future’s so unclear now, what’s left of your career now
Can’t even stand up for the extreme cause

EAW drop-outs, no tag team titles for you
EAW drop-outs, you won’t take what’s ours from out the blue
Well at least you could have taken the time to earn a title shot
After spending all those days clogging up other divisions like a blood clot

☤Tiberius steps down and heads for the fake Carlos, who avoids looking at Jones eye to eye by looking to the floor in shame. The videos turns to Carlos’s year in 2015 on the rise being in more big matches and more hyped than any time in Carlos’ EAW career, and then ending by Carlos being the first person eliminated from the Dynasty Elimination Chamber in the last FPV of that year. ☤

Baby get moving (better get moving), why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you proving (what are you proving)?
You've got the dream, but not the drive
If you go to find your real tag partner, you can hide in absurdity together as exiles
Hang up your wrestling boots and go back to GI Styles

☤The screen shows Clark Duncan with the New Breed championship with arrows pointing at him claiming him to be the best of the new breed. It turns to Voltage where Jones hits hit with the Strike of Midnight to land face first on the mat. While Clark is face first on the mat edited in pictures of Tiberius Jones with the National Elite Championship, Eclipse Diemos as King of Elite and Mexican Samurai as Interwire champion, implying Clark Duncan isn’t near the top of the rising generation. Also for extra trash talking not in the song text appears as a rainbow above the scene that Jones wanted to say to Clark: “BTW, I’m going to three peat on you when I add two more straight victories at Reasonable Doubt and the next Voltage ” ☤

EAW drop-out, cozying up EAW’s top brass
EAW drop-out, it's about time you knew your class
Well not even that title could mask the truth, you actually think you’re the leader of the new breed
But not one person would agree, unless that person was a fuckweed

☤Tiberius turns to Jason Cage and just smirks at him with arrogance and indifference. ☤

Bust don't sweat it (don't sweat it), you're not cut out to hold an EAW job
Better forget it (forget it), EAW would be disgusted to allow Elite to be represented by a slob
Now many eras you’ve been gone, without you Crash still created the elite con, and still the EAW was fine
So drop the bonafide act and go back to the unemployment line.

☤The fake Lioncross attempts to stand up to Tiberius for being rude, but he injures his back rising up too fast and Jones runs up to him and to help him back into his seat, then wagging his finger at the fake Lioncross. Jones gives him an iPad, but just like being unable to use the EAW feed Lioncross is confused, so Jones face palms and works it for him so he can see the videos of EAW savage matches and Lioncross is disgusted by the gross actions committed under the extreme rules Hexa-gun wishes to bring back. ☤

Pop don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame
Pop you know it, CWF and EAW are not the same
You’re out of touch, we don’t have your crutch, so here you’ll just be a foreign legend to never walk the walk
We aren’t a fancy sophisticated nation here in this urban jungle, so step out before you taste a Glock.

☤Dressed in all black and with the Hexa-gun logo in background, Jones mimics Beyonce’s Formation goth scene but with the gender’s swapped while he wears the Undertaker like hat and shows his middle fingers to the camera while females stand behind him in suits. This time it’s quite obvious there is no singing or fuckery to be had. ☤

See around these parts things are settled by who has the biggest and most lethal guns, and you’d best know Hexa-gun is named after six Glocks for a reason, we put bullets into any foe that dares step up in front of us just asking to be mowed down by doing so! From the 2015 tag team champions of the year in the Mercenaries, Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal themselves, Drake & Jones have taken the place of the top tag team in this company….no losses.....the tag team Grand Prix Trophy…..the Unified EAW Tag Team championships, I don’t feel like I should even have to explain how strong we are! It’s you teams that have to prove to us that as tag teams you even have some coordination, because like queen Bey says those who do not get terminated and the best revenge is your paper. Many a people have wasted the focus and time of Drake and I, with their weak criticism and their even softer pursuits for our throne, but we’ve always paid them back with our success and our style of unorthodox tag team wrestling going on unstopped. Most don’t even have what it takes to perform the most basic of actions against us, can’t even step on our sneakers as we stretch out our feet begging for them to try, let alone overturn this wave we’ve got going through EAW. If you had known what was good for you, all of you would have stayed in your lanes, gaining notable, but in the end second tier, success. Nothing wrong with second tier success, many people have made their names known wielding championships where they can be said to be amongst, but not quite the pinnacle, the best around, and their names have been remembered for the ages…….it just they’ve never been on top to the point they can say they’re the best of their people. Let’s be real, in EAW there are only four types of titles where you can say you’re on top of a group of people: for every vixen it’s the Vixen’s Championship, for every hall of famer it’s the Hall of Fame Championship, for every elitist it’s whatever World Championship is on their brand and for tag teams it’s the championships held by none other than Drake & Jones! Every other title has no true division, they simply exist as rungs, while notable milestone rungs still nonetheless rungs, to greater gold at the top of the ladder. Now, now you people have the opportunity to place yourselves in a position where you can say you’re the best at something, something Lioncross hasn’t been able to do for a very long time, something Carlos hasn’t been able to do since he was apart of one of EAW’s most legendary tag teams in Dynamite Rain and his legendary career across the globe by himself, something that Jason and Clark have never felt, but with that comes the brutal risk of coming so close to greatness only for that greatness to be pulled away right before your eyes just when you think you had it.

I maybe a champion, but as a rogue and a thief, stealing is what still fits my fancy, and considering the arrogance or confidence people have to have just to be performers, I am blessed with the fact that I’ll always have things people believe is theirs to take away from them! In the end, at the bottom of their hearts, every little person that graces an EAW ring believes that victory is theirs, and thus I make it my pleasure in focusing all my energy in making sure to snatch that away from them with a loss of the victory they believed they had in their possession.

Take Lioncross for example. He’s one of those guys, likes to think himself humble or down to earth, at the very least he seems to attempt to portray himself that way, much like establishment politicians try to seem when you know deep down their just arrogant people trained to act that way to please old people and foreigners who believe humbleness is a virtue. So old, that’s why Drake and I don’t give a fuck, we let our egos hang out and being real like that doesn’t just give you an edge of authenticity, it also makes you have fun when no one else does. Just like all people, Lioncross’ tongue and actions betray the mask. It’s not his fault really, I’m just no sucker, as the slickest of the slick I know cons as I do them all the time myself, so I can even snuff out a con that managed to con himself.

He talks about respect, he talks about not getting by what he did in CWF years ago, all that noble humility garbage. Yet, he has the nerve to just prance around here like it’s some type of game where he’s not in danger. He betrays himself by thinking himself a goat able to just eat up the grass here like he ate grass every where else, he backtracks from the common man shtick by having the audacity to step up to the best tag team in the business today with a partner he doesn’t even want, like he can get away with it all. Soon, he’ll know amongst the grass he wants to chew on are landmines.

And around Drake & Jones, goats get slaughtered.

☤Scene end. ☤

It’s time to celebrate!
 
Everyone needs to pull out their most festive gear. The most expensive wine needs to be ordered and fireworks are a must for this grand celebration. Those are the essential items that are needed whenever you get the opportunity, the sweet opportunity to see me in the ring. Eris LeCava’s impeccable wrestling skills will bless you all very soon. First of all, I’d like to apologize to those who’ve been waiting for this special moment for a while now. I’ve been out of action for a couple weeks because… well, because I wanted to! I decided to take my beautiful ass on a vacation. As much as I enjoy having the sun’s delicate rays hit my skin I sure did enjoy my home. EAW. God, I’ve missed it even though people piss me off on a regular basis. I’ve been in EAW for almost nine months non-stop and it was about time I get the treatment I deserve. Even though I was gone for a few weeks, I still get questioned by various individuals whether I’m worthy of having this beautiful title signed to my name. I come here so enthusiastic, so ready for life and then I’m hit with the “Eris, you’re not worthy of being Vixens champ!” Ugh, some things never change.
 
Although, what’s the craze this time around? Is it the “Empress” Aria Jaxon? Is it the wild card, Tarah Nova? Or is it the woman with less than three brain cells Maddie? We all know that the Vixens of this division are relevant for a week or two, so I’m sincerely asking! ..Oh? It’s the Specialist Champion Cailin Dillion. God knows that we have a lengthy relationship and I have no idea why I’m being forced to face her at Reasonable Doubt. For the first time in my career, I WISH I was defending my title than having to face this insatiable twit that never seems to know when to sit back down. What’s going to be the value of our match? Just to see who is the better champion of this division? We already know who the better champion is. It’s quite obvious to the most belligerent idiot that’s not paying attention. The Vixens Championship has more of a history, a legacy if you will. If you’d ask a rookie Vixen what championship they’d go for, it’d be MINE. No one wants to be the Specialist Champion. Absolutely NO ONE. Why would anyone want to interject themselves in the scenario of having to defend your title every two weeks? The value of the title slowly deteriorates over time. After you’re done going against all of the Vixens, what’s left? You can’t have a lengthy feud with anyone because there is a time limit set! However, when it comes to the Vixens championship – it’s only defended when it has to. The bookers don’t have to shove some competitor in my way so I have someone to face. Vixens have to work their asses off if they want an opportunity to be in the ring with the same woman who has so much authoritative power in this company. Although, I could envision Cailin’s rebuttal something like “Well, I have to defend my title multiple times so I’m better than you!” It’s about the quality not the quantity, ladies and gentlemen.
 
So why have I initially accepted this challenge? Why do I have to stoop so low and have to face someone who I’ve already beaten before? My Hexa-Gun family says that I don’t have to prove anything to anyone and they’re right. This Champion v.s Champion match is a waste of time and I’ve already explicitly expressed that. But what made me sign that contract for Reasonable Doubt? This win against Cailin will give me more internal rewards than external ones. Sure I can get a good pay from the hard work I put in that match but nothing is going to beat the internal satisfaction I’m going to feel as I see Cailin Dillion with her face down on the mat while I’m seen as the victor of the match. As many individuals may know by now, both Cailin and Aria and myself debuted in the same match. No one knew at that time what destiny had planned for one another. It’s safe to say that us three have gone and done great thing. Aria won her Empress of Elite, Cailin the Specialist title and I, of course have the Vixens title within my grasp. Everyone here agrees that we’re all impressive and all that bullshit. Although, out of the three who is better? Who is that special someone who has really implemented herself as a future legend? Aria is now facing her ex-boyfriend, so she’s automatically snubbed out of that equation. Cailin is too busy trying to interject herself in meaningless groups, attempting to make herself look like an actual threat. I have done the unthinkable. I’ve gone to great lengths to be seen as a legend but I’m always a bit short. Reasonable Doubt will further solidify my status in EAW. One day I will be seen as a legend by future Vixens. One day I will be inducted into the Hall of Fame along with my idol, Heart Break Gal. One day I’m going to make the doubters eat their words. I’m the most impressive, I’m the most electrifying… I’m the best.
 
I have many dreams and aspirations and slowly but surely they will be made into realities. The hype that I carry with myself ever since I won this championship is only getting greater. Cailin can’t even recognize the fact that I’ve been on a roll ever since the year started. People said that this year was going to go to Tarah Nova or Cameron Ella Ava. No, ladies and gents. This is MY year. This is my time, this is my pride and integrity that’s going to be on the line. I will not stop until I get the recognition that has been owed to me.
 

Because I deserve it. 

Respect is one of the most overused words I hear among my colleagues. All of us talk about respect, how it's the most important thing that a wrestler can earn, and how it's a threshold that needs to be crossed once. Cross it, and you're on easy street for the rest of your career. Those greener pastures on the other side of "respect" make people like Cage and Clark hungry. It's what Drake and Jones are currently enjoying, I would presume. And, I've begun to realize that with time, those green pastures turn to a barren land. It makes sense, since well-respected wrestlers are often called GOATs. Put goats on the green grass, and the grass will be eaten in no time. That's what happened with me.

I left my old stomping grounds, CWF and LEGION and other places, not on my own terms, but still on a positive note. People loved me. People... wait for it... respected me; fans and colleagues alike. When I came to EAW, that surge of excitement and respect carried me into believing that I could do great things here, even though I hadn't been in a ring in two years. Some might say that Heart Break Boy was an unfortunate victim of that, perhaps. But, I've slowly begun to realize - and HBB being one step ahead of me like he always has been, probably knew this before Redemption - that I need to earn my colleagues' respect every single day. That has to be why he kept saying stuff about wanting the old Lioncross to be the one that showed up in the greatest wrestling promotion in the world.

Some of my opponents have remembered me fondly. Others don't know. Others don't care. There are some who incorrectly believe that I'm expecting to get by on what I did years ago in CWF, and they're the ones I've put in their place. Mexican Samurai was one of them - remember him? And another one, Brett Kennedy, kept insinuating that as well. These are all people I needed to beat on Showdown in order to be looked at as a legitimate player here, and besides a blip against Aren Msitslav, I've done so. And, finally, I get a chance at a title: a belt that commands the respect of all.

I appreciate the step up in competition, as it'll make a win a deserved win, without any doubt. Let's face it: I beat Brett Kennedy, but I had a lot of help. I got help from Kennedy himself: one of the most predictable opponents I've faced. Sure, he's skilled. Sure, he could do great for himself in a few months, maybe even less. But he had his eyes on me so much, it started to get uncomfortable. I used that against him. He stared at me so much, I dug holes in the ground and let him fall in them. I know I can do better than this. I won't brag about letting Kennedy beat himself. I won't celebrate a win over Jay Omen. I won't act like Mexican Samurai was a bona fide opponent at the time, when he didn't care about anything besides his paycheck. Drake and Jones? Finally. Here we go.

Cage and Clark... might do something similar and walk into the backfist again. The champions certainly won't, and they're guys who will have to be beaten. They're not gift-wrapping their belts for anybody. They won't be looking to lose their belts to a team that claimed they deserved this match because of Cage winning a singles match by disqualification. They won't be looking to lose their belts to a team that started three weeks ago, and isn't even a real team with merchandise, entrance music, and creative tag team attacks. My partner and I will need to incapacitate all four of our opponents to the point where their only choice is to lose. Only then will we be able to make a statement: that two veterans who haven't teamed up for a month can be the best tag team in EAW.

I'll be clear: this isn't what I wanted. Knowing Carlos Rosso and the way he left Dynasty, this probably isn't what he wanted, either. For the most part, we've made our names as individuals, and if I had the choice, Carlos isn't the one wrestler I'd want to team up with. We're here to garner respect for ourselves, not each other. But, guess what: we don't get to dictate how we go about doing that. And, as long as we have that common goal, I'm ready to go for the belts. If this is the way we start getting title consideration, then so be it. After all, while every illustrious career is different, they all had one thing in common: wins. A lot of them. Many big ones, too. So many big wins, their fans respect them out of love, and their haters respect them out of looking like an ignorant idiot if they don't. I was there once, but I ate all the grass in that pasture. If I'm a goat, I want some new grass, and I finally have the chance to fight for it.

Whatever transpired in the past between you and Kevin Devastation doesn't concern me or anybody but yourself. Nobody wants to hear your little anecdotes. This is not the time to reminisce, Cyclone. You should be preparing yourself to endure my wrath. I assure you attaining survival will not be an easy goal for you to reach. You see the last time we shared a ring I was weak, fragile. I was vulnerable. I could have easily been defeated. But things have changed drastically since then. I have evolved time and time again and I continue to evolve. Something one of your biggest adversaries Kevin Devastation couldn't do. And what happened? He failed to adapt, he showcased inability to compete with today's elitists and he perished. Nowadays he's just living in the shadow of Vic Vendetta. Kevin Devastation and I are nothing alike, there isn't even one single similarity between us. However, the differences between himself and I are endless. He miserably failed to get the job done, he couldn't halt your momentum, he was unsuccessful at stopping you once and for all. Kevin Devastation was wrong. Your selfish ambitions won't be the death of you.. I will be the death of you. I'll make sure this is our last encounter, I will make sure that we never cross paths again. I'll inflict an unimaginable amount of pain upon you. I'll make you suffer like nobody in the history of professional wrestling has been able to make you suffer. I'll superman punch you, I will spear you in half as many times as I have to, until you are unable to get up. With your resurgence comes a new goal for me. I have to manifest a new facet of me, an aspect of Lucian Black the land of elite has never witnessed before. That's the only way I will prove what I have been saying for a long time now: that I am the best from our generation or any other. You have had one hell of a career. You've won championships, you headlined some pivotal EAW shows, you entered the Hall of Fame.. That's impressive, I'll give you that. Then again you have had someone to mentor you throughout all your hardships and tribulations practically your entire career. I on the other hand never had anybody to aid me in my transformation from nobody to someone. In my darkest moments, I never had anybody to serve as my guide. I had to guide myself. I've been on my own since the infancy of my career. Fighting for a chance, for my dreams to take shape. It has taken me a long time to realize my dreams but I firmly believe I will get my opportunity to shine soon. I know my time is coming. And I won't allow you to steal it from me, Cyclone. I have allowed enough people to steal my dreams, to kill them, to shatter them into tiny little pieces. Those days are over. 

You've received an incredible quantity of praise. Not just since you made your return but your entire career. Perhaps at one point in time you were deserving of it, but I don't think you are deserving of it now. You aren't worthy of these people's adoration not after what you've done. You have been avoiding the truth, dodging it as if it was a bullet. You abandoned us all, you disregarded EAW when you were needed the most, when a tyrant threatened to destroy everything we care about, everything we love. I don't think these people would want greatness at your expense.. Why would they use YOU to propel their names into super stardom? Your name has no significance in this company anymore. You're irrelevant and you are destined to be irrelevant until the day you decide to pack your backs and ride off into the sunset again. This time the aftermath of your match, our match won't be generally similar to your previous matches. This time you will be defeated, you will be humiliated in front of millions. YOUR spot? Did you honestly say that? You have no rightful spot here anymore. You lost your right the moment you made your decision to leave this company. You're the one in need to vie for a spot in this company now. I'm not wishing your return never came to fruition. I'm just wishing you actually started from the bottom like I did when I came back. We haven't been treated as equals and honestly I can see why, I absolutely comprehend it. You made it into the Hall of Fame, you won the big one I haven't.. Still I expected this company to have some decency, some respect for me and all the ones who have been busting their asses for years to get a shot at glory. I know you can beat anybody, I know what you are capable of. But regardless the velocity you rise to the top of the hierarchy I still think you should have started from the bottom. Corruption is clearly still existent despite all my efforts to eradicate it. This company exhibit it proudly and so do you. You proved that you have no respect for me or anyone who works hard for what they want in EAW. You demonstrated that you don't care about our hard work to become someone in this industry. And that's really sad, disappointing too because I thought you were different than these other legends who left. Evidently, you're just like them all.  Words can't express how badly I want to hit you in that big mouth of yours. I've been waiting so long for this opportunity. For a chance to step into the ring with the great Cyclone once again. You won't beat me this time. I've evolved. I went from being the laughing stock of the locker room to the leader of the locker room. This is my house, my turf and you have invaded it. You have walked straight into the lion's den and I promise you that you will regret it.

You seem to think I am a marionette, a puppet that belongs to the management and you couldn't be any more wrong. I can think for myself, I can draw my own conclusions. I'm a man not a kid who can be deluded or deceived with the slightest of ease. You still think I am an infant, don't you? You still think I am that kid you established dominance over all those years ago. You're in for a rude awakening, my old friend. I never wished to emulate anybody, I never wished to have parallel careers with anybody. I never followed in anyone's footsteps, I made my own way. I carved my own path. I'm not a cheap copy of Y2Impact, I am not a second rate RRS. I'm the first of my kind. Maybe you have worked hard, so what? You're not exclusive to hard work. I've worked harder than you Cyclone. For nearly seven years I have been around doing this in different companies around the world but I have dedicated more time to EAW more than any other company. I have contributed to the success of this company more than you have. But all of that is besides the point. I was here when it mattered, when EAW needed me the most and that is what is truly important. You have this misconception that I am after your spot. I'm not after your spot, I am here to defend MINE. You're the one threatening to deprive me of my spot. You aspire, you aim to re-establish yourself at my expense and I won't allow you to. I worked hard to make a name for myself, to become the man I am today. If you want people to remember just how good you are work your ass off just like I have incessantly for nearly seven damn years.

I don't require a miracle to defeat you. You will need one if you want to survive this though because I am bring my A game to Dynasty. I have to successfully defend what is rightfully mine. Because if I don't, then what will I have left? Maybe you are right, maybe I am afraid to lose my spot. That's why I will fight tooth and nail to retain it, to maintain my position as the leader of the Dynasty brand. This Friday you won't just be facing an obstacle, you will be facing your BIGGEST challenge yet. You just came back. You got something to prove to the new age of elitists and to me. You have to prove you still got it. Will you succeed? Or will you fail? Only time will tell.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ah, yes. Here we are with Reasonable Doubt just around the corner and I guess EAW has finally decided to reward The Rex Master for all his hard work since he has arrived.

Now let's get to what got me to the Showdown main show. Many obviously would forget that there was a certain battle royal for the right to face the Interwire Champion just a little over a month ago that I was also involved. I was there with other new talent like myself as well as some of the more established talent. That was 10 man battle royal. That was where I showed my worth as the new guy, by coming down to the final three. It was won by that crooked dousche Brayden Cruise after, with the help of hired hands, had myself and Jason Cage thrown over the top rope. It's been an uphill battle to try and get an opportunity like this again, but here we are. The training and hard work has payed off.

Now this is not a 10 man battle royal, but it is still highly competitive and I think that the winner just may get some much needed exposure similar to what Brayden Cruise experienced when he became the # 1 contender. The only differences now are the fact that this match is on the FPV pre-show and the Interwire Championship just changed hands from Cameron Ella Ava to TLA.

I've been in the ring with TLA, he's sharp. A magnificent competitor. We wrestled a pretty good match. In the end he found a way to beat me and that ultimately is what counts. I would certainly like another shot at him with the title on the line to see if I can return the favor.

Now every week I have made progress since I have got here. Or else I wouldn't have gotten on an EAW FPV.  I feel like I need to win a match like this. A match that could thrust me into the spotlight. I've seen how it treated a guy like Brayden Cruise. However, he made some miscalculated steps along the way. Things that guys like me can learn from going forward. I feel it's that time though. It's that time for a hardworking blue chipper like myself to really break out here and start to get some much needed recognition. The other guys in this Battle Royal will obviously have something to say about that, and in time I will sound off on them.  I will be back later to let those other blowhards in this match know how I feel about their chances in this match. Until then Ta, Ta for now losers.

Selfish ambitions huh?

It's been years since I've heard that. When Kevin Devastation attacked me on a Dynasty event after Grand Rampage 2010, and thus severed the cord which bonded the Black Hand together, he stared straight into my soul and venomously screamed that my selfish ambitions would be the death of me as I drifted from every member and forged my own path. What turned out to be the clearest path of them all. Kevin Devastation in those days was extremely cocky, but strangely quite levelheaded at the same time. As if nobody could say or do anything to phase him since he believed a dominant world title reign was inevitable. I couldn't understand why he refused to respect my accomplishment. "Selfish Ambitions?" I would think, gritting my teeth. "Why couldn't he celebrate my Grand Rampage victory just like he celebrated my New Breed title reign?" I ignorantly thought. I would laugh at his face for that, but in the end he was painfully right. The Black Hand formed without me while I was languishing on Turbo despite being contracted on Showdown. One of the members ended up getting kicked out of the group; Kevin then turned around and extended his hand towards me asking if I would like to join him and thus be the linchpin holding the Black Hand together. I looked back at my career and how it seemed I was doomed to be stuck as a perpetual runt on the neglected C Show. You take the first opportunity you get for your dream so that you open up more paths. I accepted despite not trusting him at first---he knew that as well. Most people simply want to win a world title, but I fought like I needed it for survival. So much, that when my initiation into the group was revealed to be me breaking the limbs of my friend Hurricane Hawk, I didn't flinch. To refuse to admit Kevin Devastation wasn't right would just leave me on a muddled path. Ambitions are selfish by nature, Lucian, you have to sacrifice constantly in order to maintain any chance of grabbing them. You can try to play it safe and attempt to make only friends and not enemies, but even they will be lost as your ambition clashes with theirs and you realize the more you climb, the more EAW not only rewards selfishness, but has that as the only option to survive. You're so close and yet so far, Lucian and you still don't seem to understand that. Understand that there will be a time where you question what will you sacrifice if you get another opportunity at the belt that has haunted your dreams for years. If I did take that muddled path, I would have wanted to start over. So is that why you often came back with various names and various reasons for why you fight? Because you're afraid of losing something? If that's the case then I don't have nor need a reason for wanting to beat you. You're bound to self destruct before my eyes anyway.


Do you believe I've been praised too much, Lucian? To the point where I believe I'm omnipotent like a God? If you're not one hundred percent sincere, then praises might as well be a dagger being lodged into your back. Being showered with adoration every time you make a move doesn't mean much when there's always an ulterior motive at play. They force a smile or a welcoming gesture believing that I won't see them for the vultures that they are, trying to find some way to attach themselves to my name to uplift themselves. I prefer when people's actions are blunt and their true feelings rise up to the surface because I fought so many opponents, made so many rivals, that it doesn't matter how they feel since the end result will always be the same. A supporter---a doubter, they all blur into one for their true intention is vying for my spot. In this company, intentions are what keeps me on track---and I know all about yours, Lucian. My return finally manifested after two long years and here you're at the forefront wishing it never became a reality. You're right that a lot has changed Lucian---you being on the same playing field as every other legend was something once seen as inevitable, but no, what is inevitable is you slowly coming to the realization that time has never been on your side and that it isn't going to reward you with countless opportunities. One of these days, you will be granted one last window of opportunity and that's where all this stems from. When you look at how I have come back and yet still on a higher rung than you, still have the right to look down on you, you retaliate, not because it's "unfair", which is arbitrary, but because you believe I can be the road block who denies you the world. You can shout and pout that I broke some code of conduct as if I have to earn the right to face a man I've beaten before, but it's fruitless, Lucian. Even if I were to start at the very bottom, you would quickly find me back at my place in the hierarchy as you are fully aware I can easily defeat the vast majority of wrestlers happily removing years of their life just to even get to the same position as you. No, EAW management doesn't dare remove the spot I got to with my own hands because they want to see a man do it with their own. They want to see fear sink into the pores of my skin and have me believe that my spot is a double-edged sword. Until I become a defeated man with no desire to fight and for me to claim that coming back is a mistake. For all who look at my story as inspiration to instead view it as a cautionary tale. Unsurprisingly, both of your interests seem to align. You really do believe that you have the ability to see the flame that is my hope and dreams burn out and become nothing but sparks of ember.

Pathetic to allow yourself into believing that you're going against the grain when management has the reins and are leading you to draw the absurd conclusions they want you to have, but that's expected and what happens when one single night where you're the protagonist engulfs you with unwarranted delusions. That night when you saved Dynasty from your own misstep be your pyrrhic victory because your win at Road to Redemption shoved you into a temporary role that you have still been trying to maintain to this day. You had the weight of the world on your shoulders as you fought for the fate of Dynasty which ticked off yet another forced identity as your self loathing separates you from who you really are. One day you stare right above me and speak to me like you're some upstart facing and beating seemingly impossible odds every night when you refuse to let go of the moment you wasn't a side character to another person's accomplishments, proving the rule that you're an underachiever who won big for once in six years. The next minute, you speak like you're some grizzled veteran who has earned his stripes and thus gets to afford looking down on me, believing to have reached the top of the mountain while I have been away, when you're still fighting to get there. Your best one that I can't get enough of is the one where you act like some rebel with the answers to everything, as you fight the corrupt elite and promises to establish a new regime that will enforce subjective concepts like justice---when all you yearn for is a seat at the legends table with the respect that comes with it. You twist people's stories to the point where you foolishly insist that I have never worked hard in my life when my story of clawing my way from the absolute bottom to the lime light is the entire reason I became a legend in the first place. It's what inspired your team mate to branch out and not become known as simply just a good tag partner and It's the story you wish to emulate every morning you wake up and see a brief image of the World Heavyweight Title. You've been right this entire time, where you are at right now is your rightful position because you being relevant enough for me to notice your cognitive dissonance is an amusing sight to see. But there are people who think I'm irrelevant though, so there is still hope right? By some stroke of luck, you will be able to say that you slayed the behemoth that I am, right? R-right? Let me give you some advice which you will need if you want to take my spot away from me. If you want to send me packing to Battleground.


                                                                     There are no miracles up here.

???: You know they're right. You'll never take this new you seriously. You haven't changed a bit. You're just the same punk as bitch as the day I left you.

(Maxwell Dachs wakes up and sits up and stares at the unknown person. They raise up the baseball bat. Cut to black as they begin to swing down.)


(Text goes across the screen that reads, "Earlier that day, before Battleground." Maxwell Dachs is walking around backstage at Battleground and begins speaking to the camera.)

Maxwell Dachs: Haruna thinks I'm not serious about this match. Clearly she doesn't know what she is talking about anymore. All the anger and rage and angst has begun to cloud her mind. It is very apparent that Haruna has done the same thing as I have. We have both looked at our past couple of months in EAW and have noticed that thing have clearly haven't gone our ways and she's made changes to reflect that. This new attitude from Haruna is respectable. She has taken a much needed personality change. I really respect that. But do not get me wrong Haruna. As I may not have shown it in the past with all of my shitty behavior, unlike what you think I am sure as all hell more qualified to work in this company than anybody else. I worked for my chance to be here. You should know how it feels to have someone insult your reason for being in EAW than anybody. I expected better from you. I would have never thought that this new Haruna would be so damn ignorant. 

(Dachs turns a corner backstage.)

Dachs: Haruna. The line between good and evil isn't always sharp. However, it can be in the case when you look at our partners. Rey Shamez is a honest person, she honestly wants to do good upon those around her. And when you look at the living incarnation of what it means to be an evil shitty person in your partner Masuda. This man has no respect for wrestling. It sickens me. What kind of scum comes into this company and doesn't even have the respect to show up and prove himself. However, sometimes the line between good and evil is a blur. Like you and me, Haruna. Honestly, I have respect for what you're doing by changing and showing that you are self aware enough to forge this new path in your career. However, me and Rey need this win way more than you and Masuda do. This can be clearly seen in both of your disinterest in this match. Get it together, the both of you.

(Dachs meets up with Rey backstage.)

Rey Shamez: You ready? We need to win this, man.

Dachs: Lets do this. We got this.

(Fade to black.)