The camera opens on Pizza Boy sitting inside Bo and Ty's once more, looking a bit more relaxed and healthy than prior as he slouches in the booth with a cigarette hanging from his lip.  He pulls out his zippo, lights it, and takes a long and joyous drag, letting his head fall back as he enjoys his smoke.  He lowers his eyes, catching sight of the zippo in his hand once more.  He plants it on the table standing upright as he exhales a smoke ring.

PB: You don't see yourself as a dark god? You threaten vengeance upon my friends and family, whom are long gone by now to somewhere not even your scummy little organization can reach, you claim you control my emotions, you pretend that riling me up is some sort of plan, you call yourself immortal...gee, I don't know, that sounds like someone with a god complex to me.  As for my shortcomings?...nah, I was a pretty good delivery boy.  I still do it sometimes when I'm not getting my skull caved in by men like you who can't seem to comprehend the fact that they bleed, I can make them bleed, and that I'm better than them.  Maybe I'm not a better wrestler, maybe I'm not even a better 'man', but I've done nothing but pull win, after win, after win out of my ass since stepping foot into EAW, and for the most part I've done it all on my lonesome, and even when I lose I do it in style.  

PB takes another drag as he stares up at the ceiling with an uncharacteristically cool demeanor.

PB: I'm just surrounded by barkin' little doggies, aren't I? Last week it was your boy JJ, before that it was Mexican Samurai, after that it was Drake and Jones, and now it's you.  You don't want anything honest, you don't want anything clean, but somehow you still yapyapyayapyapyap at the shadow you're in.  You're mad at it for earning respect, gold, adoration from the fans.  You wont admit it, but you are.  You can't handle that a pipsqueak like me can lose everything, and yet still come out the other end smelling like success.  It baffles you because you've never lost well, it confounds you because you've never been a 'good sport', and with that comes ignorance.  You've never learned from your mistakes because you've never taken account for them.  You've never struggled for anything in life, so you find yourself still staring me down in want of something you just can't put your finger on.  I mean, what other reason would you have for tormenting me? fun? territorial pissing? no, it's none of that.  The thing is, you took the EAW National Championship away from me and you can't seem to figure out why you don't feel like a champion.  You can't understand why the people still crown me as the real rock n' roll baby Jesus of EAW, the true defender of this beautiful and fucked continent that we wrestle on.  You can't comprehend honesty, you can't understand a hard day's work, and just can't fathom the idea that you wouldn't be welcomed back to this company with the open arms of the people after taking me out in every unspeakable fashion your cracked little psyche can dream up.

Pizza Boy leans forward, blowing smoke into the camera as he does so.  A fairly unnerving smile spreads across his surprisingly confident, dirty, banged up, stitched up and bruised face.

PB: Yeah, you think you're a god.  You're just not under the delusion that anyone believes in you anymore.  As for your little disciples, your little Omerta minions, your blood stained left and right hands, Drake and Jones? Ohohoho, do I ever have wet dreams of getting my grimy little digits around their throat! I've had to change my sheets every night since they dispatched my partner and hero Heartbreak Boy.  I wake up with my hand digging into the mattress with my pizza cutter and a pant load of pre-rug rats soiling my fruit of the loom.  If there's an imaginable way to murder two men at the same time with a pizza cutter, I've come up with it over the past three months while creaming my skivvies in my sleep.  If those two are so keen to keeping their heads so far up one another's ass, I have no problem making them a human centipede loop.  I'm going to kick the teeth out of their skulls, kick the roots back into their gums, and do it all over again.  As far as I'm concerned, Judas is a figurehead for you two dutch ruddering jerkoffs to play house and masturbate to HexaGun memories.  That's fine.  I have no problem reliving the moment I smashed steel into every single one of your skulls again.  I'm getting a signal from the camera man that we've changed tapes twice while I've described how I'm going to castrate the both of you, leaving you with each other's dicks in your hands, so I'll summarize with this; I am going to fuck you up beyond recognition, to the point that not even the two of you will be able to lust after one another.  If there's an inch of your bodies that I leave connected to your fucking skeletons when this match is over, then I've truly done Heart Break Boy a disservice.

Pizza Boy eyes the lighter once more, snatching it off the table and flicking it at the camera like a madman.

PB: If it was your intention to light a fire under my ass, if it was your intent to bring me in this match with all of my pent up anger on full tilt, IF IT WAS YOUR INCLINATION THAT I COME AT YOU WITH EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF MY HATE ON DISPLAY, THEN JUDAS, CHRISTMAS IS COMING EARLY FOR ONE NAUGHTY LITTLE SCAMP IN A SHITTY LITTLE HOOD!

Pizza Boy spikes the lighter and snaps to face away from the camera as he seethes with anger, running his fingers through his hair.

PB: "It's a trap".  Yeah, Judas.  You couldn't be more correct in your assessment.  It's a trap you set for yourself, and I'll be damned if you're getting out of it without chewing off an appendage to get free.

Pizza Boy suddenly reaches for his ear.  He dabs it, looks at his finger, and then at the camera.

PB: Is that...Is that blood?

Camera Man: PB, look at me.

Pizza Boy turns to the camera, blood trickling out of his ears as his eyes dance in all direction in his head.  He holds his fingers up to his groggy face, sniffs them, and then licks them.

PB: I'll be damned, it is blood isn't it?

Pizza Boy's knees give out from underneath him.  He falls to the ground as the AV crew rush to help him, leaving the camera tilted on it's tripod.  The downed and barely there PB catches sight o the zippo again, mouths the words 'where did you come from?' before reaching out for the lighter and falling flat fingertips away from the mysterious zippo.

Turbo #1

It’s no question why EAW signed the Highlight of Night, The American Falcon, Kevin Maverick. I’ve traveled all over the world, putting on five star shows with my aerial flow! Several days before the  ‘The Show of All Shows’ I will be making my EAW debut against what’s probably one of the more interesting opponents I’ve faced in my six year career. Like the title of your video Kurt, the song remains the same. The song that you sang in your video, the bad ass rhetoric how you can take anything that I throw at you, it’s a song I know all too well. You’re not saying anything different from what I’ve heard before. Maybe you are a tough ass, maybe you’re a kitten, I don’t know.  In another life you and I would actually be cool friends. (shrugs) Who knows, maybe we will one day, but for now we do battle. I also respect your love for nostalgia. Talespin was awesome, but I was more of a Darkwing Duck kid. You seem to come off ass a quintessential brawler, a hardcore predator who probably held his own in the most extreme of circumstances, but allow me to provide feedback to your promo:

You won’t see me coming the moment that bell rings. I’ll hit you from all sides, bobbing weaving your attacks. I’ weaken you to the point where all I need is one Falcon Arrow and I’ll pin you 1, 2, 3. This is not an endurance match, but a match of skill. I’ll I need is the pin Mr. Burton, and you can beat your ass that I will do exactly as I say. It’s okay dude, cause afterwards we’ll go out for drinks and talk about how awesome our rookie year is going to be here at EAW. So until you buy us both a scotch on the rocks, I suggest you keep hitting that heavy bag, jog a few extra miles, and do a few more reps. Bring Your A-game Kurt Burton, because once it’s lights, camera, action, the Maverick will reveal his hand.

Takeoff.

What took off as a consequential reaction to the spitballing of a few suits and ties has become the sport's most coveted tradition; all in the span of a few years, nine if you're more keen on the number's language. The pinnacle, they called it. Nine years would be spent preaching that same moniker, while also playing host to an annual upping of the ante by the names that have tugged at PFP's banner ever since its inauguration. We have heard stories, we have witnessed most of them unfold and we have garnered enough before-'n-after correlations to recognize the print that this event leaves engraved upon the skin. It's life-altering for those who are conscious enough to take heed of its existence, be it elitists or fans in the audience. The very hem of all souls involved in Pain for Pride is bound to be touched. How that effect goes about coursing through your veins and serving you however, that all depends on the mark you left. A myriad of individuals took to the revered stage of PFP to voice and act on a set of goals, only to hobble out of it with their faces in their palms. A select few on the other hand managed to reap the most benefit out of being at such international exposure and thus, achieved history instead of becoming it. Regardless, as much as foreseeing the probable direction in which your career will march after Pain for Pride seems essential, sleeping on the importance of its fateful weekend could leave you without a career altogether. All elements of a wrestling paradise culminate in the establishment of a Pain for Pride spectacle; from the limelight glowing atop your cranium to the roar of thousands in attendance to even the squared circle itself, and how it ceaselessly shakes to the upbeat environment surrounding it. Howbeit, the marriage of said elements is accompanied by the fact that not all who makes it to PFP is relishing the festivities. There will be winners and there will be losers, such as the case for virtually any activity that two people can butt heads about. For that to settle in, doubt shall creep in too; with the amount of it varying from an elitist who already danced the big dance and another one who's only admired it through the TV screen. Now it doesn't require a degree in rocket science to know that when doubt seeks refuge in your name, you're as good as gone for the event itself. Case in point lies in all of the busts who had their wings spread to a mile before PFP only to be shot down during it to never be heard about again after. 

It's fairly easy to crumble under the weight of such pressure; I've had that phrase shoved down my throat quite a good many times as of late, mostly emanating from old timers who have supposedly been in my position before. I find sheer humor in attempting to view the situation from their fossil perspectives, simply because that experience alone would immediately thrust me into a fire breaking out within their enfeebled hearts. A fire that mixes weeping for the past to come back and a dash of envy; because there they lurk, in the shadows of men like me when not so long ago they were the ones stalked by the somber umbra. They're helpless in fulfilling the impossible task of rekindling their glory days so what do they resort to? Feeding the young lies in hopes of bringing the latter down so that no one could opt to leave their said glory days in smoke. As if that wasn't enough, those wretched ol' fools hide behind the cloak of a mentor to the young talents while scrambling to accomplish their newly found objective. This is the part where I introduce my opponent for PFP as means of brandishing a perfect example for the narrated tale at hand. As tempting as that is though, I refuse. Starr Stan may have succumbed to age but that's about the only thing that he and the old masters of deceit have in common. You see, upon my ingress through the doors of EAW, Starr did for me what not only no other legend or veteran cared to consider doing but what NOBODY in my LIFE thought to practice on me, even my own quote unquote family. Starr showed me the door, which was I desperately craved when I was gingerly crawling up the mountain. Fighting Spirit II, I still remember that night like it was yesterday and that is of rarity in yours truly's case. I was hand-picked by Ashten Cross to join EAW's squad of elitist as we try to rid the company of a carcinogenic presence in Hexa-Gun's. Chaos was upheld in a battle that compelled me to go length I never thought were feasible before, and when the soldiers eventually had the machine on its knees, who had the luxury of delivering the final blow? Starr Stan, but he didn't. Instead, he threw me of all people the ball and just layed back to see if I ran with it, which I did. Sadly though, an unsurprising interference by Hexa-Gun's masked ape soiled what could have elevated my career to unprecedented heights. But here's the thing, as bitter as it was to be divested of such an opportunity, the fact that I got it alone was a medal of honor itself. Not only that, said medal was pinned to my heart by an OLYMPIC Gold Medalist and one of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Not only was it an honor for me, it was also a source of motivation. It also represented the foundation of my tenure here and where it was going from Fighting Spirit. I may not have known the exact distination but a gut feeling of mine foretold it to be up in the sky, so that's where I've climbed. Fast-forward four months later and I win my very first championship in the EAW Pure title, the title that epitomizes Starr Stan's signature playing field. Admittedly, I might not have looked the part of a technical wrestling genius but I did pour my heart into trying to adjust to the transition while I continuing to spearhead the division with what I've got, to this day no less. Of course, when the illusion of everything seeming just RIGHT with the world comes a-knockin', a pair of keen eyes could see a shitstorm coming from a mile away and my plight was of no exception. Apparently all the perks of being champion and being prone to the gliz and glamour that accompany the former have gone to my head, so much so that it belittled my character to being more comical than passion-driven. Now, if these words were mouthed by people who I've never came in contact with - a category that basically covers the majority of the roster and fans alike - I wouldn't bat a single eyelash at them. However when they're spewed by the same man that mentored my beginnings in more ways than one, that is a whole other story. Here I thought you possessed a brain that I can actually pick, Starr; but it seems as though with age grabbing you by the throat, it's slowly shrinking to infinity. And this isn't me throwing jabs at the man that you've become today, oh no! It's proven, in the lone fact that you think me provoking trouble just for giggles is all that I do or am capable of doing. I've been Pure Champion for ninety two days and throughout most of my reign, I introduced a free-for-all open challenge on a weekly basis to snatch the title away from me, regardless of your stature in the company. You argued that the list of those who took me up on my challenge weren't exactly Elite Answers Wrestling's elitist group of individuals and to an extent, you're right. Need I remind though that it was an OPEN CHALLENGE. The choice of my opposition was beyond my control as it layed at the fingertips of virtually anybody on the roster, including yourself. Thus I ask you Starr, if you were so annoyed by the mediocre talent trying and inevitably failing to capture the championship that is basically synonymous with YOUR name, why didn't you step up to the plate before? Why didn't you grace me with a challenge that I can sink my full set of pearly whites into? Were you afraid of a possible protégé-beats-mentor scenario to ensue? Fret not, my friend; it's set in stone now that our clash is official. 

You want to teach me a lesson in respect for the craft on your way out? Be my guest in trying. You've spent an awful lot of time reminding me of how much I've changed since Fighting Spirit and dwelling on the death of the old Carson Ramsay, but you've lost sight of the fact that I've already embraced all of that. True, the man you're facing this weekend on the grandest stage of all isn't the Ramsay of old. You're not facing the oh so easy to manipulate green kid who excelled at lacking vision for his future. You're facing a redesigned, more mature ace of the craft that you happen to be giving up soon. More importantly, you're facing the Pure Champion, the general of YOUR playing field. I have already mapped out what will take place in Miami, and I owe a portion of the preparations to beating the man who beat you two years ago at the very same event. For things to come full circle, I need to aid your bag-packing, Starr and I will. Upon the settling of the dust, I will have your motionless carcass at my feet; I don't care what it takes. I'm retiring you Stan, and if it means defeating you at your own game then so be it.

PAIN FOR PRIDE PROMO #3
 
Zack Crash:  Well I guess I can safely say that the gloves have officially come off.  Well done Senn, I have to admit those words stung pretty hard.  Ouch!  Really…just ouch!  You have a lot of anger and bitterness inside you Jacob Senn and I can feel it every time you and I have to exchange words together.  Whenever I stand opposite you in that ring I just seem to bring this intensity in you that nobody else seems to be able to bring.  I genuinely take pride in that, and for a number of reasons.  Firstly, it’s always nice to know you’re able to motivate someone.  But most importantly it’s because you’re anger justifies every thing that I say.  It’s not just that my words crawl under your skin and makes you cringe, but just seeing me alone brings you to the boiling point.  And why?  Well we’ve talked about it so much now that it’s useless for me to bring it up again.  You have your opinion and I have mine, and it’s obvious we’re never going to convince the other.  So instead I’m going to refocus it towards a new question…why can’t you just let it go?  After so many years why does that one night bother you so much?  After all you’ve had your successful career, which will most likely culminate with you going into the Hall Of Fame next year, it not then at some point certainly.  Both Diamond Cage and Brian Daniels have enjoyed success?  So in hindsight why does that one night, which is now three years old, still make Jacob Senn go pissy in his big boy pants?  I’ll tell you why…because you’ve been proven wrong!  You’re right that you weren’t the only person who felt I didn’t deserve what I got that day.  Many people believed I only got what I had because of Demon, while just like many believed I did in fact deserve it.  For many months before Pain For Pride 6 I struggled to try and get even the slightest bit of attention, and when I finally got, I took off running.  And you wanna know the funny thing?  All those haters and doubters from before…I find they’re suddenly very silent!  None of them even dare bring up the belief that I didn’t deserve what I won that night…except you!  Because you can’t accept the fact that you were wrong!  Because it isn’t just about how much you talk Jacob Senn!  There are several different factors to consider.  Tons of talented people come through here, only to fade away because of one factor or another.  People like Johnny Nova, Troy Conway, Zach Genesis, all were talented men, but where are they now?  GONE!!!  Yet I remain!  Because regardless of what you want to believe, I have something in me, that elusive “It Factor” that has lent itself to my remaining here for five fucking years!  Perhaps I didn’t put in as much effort as you or the others in that match, and I certainly wasn’t lazy!  Besides I’ve always been a person who believes in quality over quantity.  You can put in all the effort you want, but all it takes is ONE really good bit of effort to win, and that’s exactly what happened!  I fought you and everyone else in that match with all I had, and it proved to be enough.  For one night, I was the best, and instead of acting like a true champion and losing with some dignity, you run around like a spoiled child because that night wasn’t about you.  And don’t pretend you gave to shits about Brian or Cage in that match losing!  If you’re going to piss of my moment, at least be honest (as you claim to be) and admit you were just upset you didn’t win!  You claim Brian and Cage deserved to win?  Ok lets examine that!  Brian Daniels took the title off me 90 days later, and what happens?  He vanishes!  Cage was built up as the champion and face of EAW, and how exactly has that turned out?  Meanwhile I was defending that championship with a broken arm.  A BROKEN FUCKING ARM!!!!  And knowing all this you still have the audacity to say I didn’t deserve it?!?!  Maybe I had Demon’s support (and not help), but never once did I go begging him for anything (not even his support), and I never once kissed his ass or sucked his dick for anything!  Perhaps at the time I didn’t seem like the reasonable guy to lead this company’s future generation, but the cream always rises, which is what has happened, and you’re just so pissed that if you look back on that situation with hindsight, you look like the asshole in that situation.  So you try to drag my name and the name of everything I’ve done to bring me down to your level.  Well it isn’t going to work this time Senn!  Because I’m not grasping at straws here.  I’m destroying each and every argument to throw at me with reason and logic.  All you got in your bag of tricks is rage, and it’s about to run out.
 

But now I want to take this time to answer a few questions you had and debunk a belief of yours.  You think I hated being on Dynasty Senn?  You kicking me off of Showdown was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.  Because notice it was on Dynasty where I enjoyed my most success here in EAW.  It was there I became Chairman!  It was there I became EAW Champion!  And it is there where OMERTA reigns supreme!  So why would I destroy something that benefits me Senn?  Because it was what was necessary!  You know as well as I that Dynasty was and still does get overexposure and more attention than the other shows, even though they are at times far superior.  I was simply trying to equally spread the attention.  The Dynasty roster had its chance to join up with any of the other brands when it split off.  You all just decided to be stubborn, and that was your decision, not mine!  So THAT is how what I did benefited Dynasty, but I don’t expect you to believe that.  See your line of thinking is so very narrow Senn that you’re incapable of seeing the bigger picture.  That’s what made me such a successful Chairman, and it’s why everything I did for EAW can still be felt even now!  So I have to ask what hole you seem to think I’ve dug myself into?  The only hole I see here is the grave you’re about to be buried in.  The same grave where I put you once your body got introduced to a thousand tiny shards of glass!  Because I would rather die than say “I quit” to the likes of you!  Or better yet, I would rather YOU die than say “I quit” to you!  But that’s too good for you.  Your suffering would be over if I destroyed you.  Instead I’m going to break your spirit by making you one of my personal OMERTA soldiers!  So get everything off your chest now Senn because it’s going to be the last time anyone gives even the smallest fuck what you have to say about all this.  This match is going to be long and it’s going to hurt badly, because I know you can be a sick twisted man just like me Senn.  But the deciding factor in this match won’t be about pain or even will, but rather who has more to fight for.  I’m fighting to prove my legacy isn’t fake like you say it is.  I’m fighting for my family.  Whereas you’re just fighting for the sake of fighting, and brittle motivation like that will never carry you to end.  And once this match is over, everyone is going to realize that you aren’t The Punisher or The Fabled Conqueror, or anything like that.  You’re just exactly what you’ve always been…my personal bitch who quit when it mattered the most!  

Misleading myself? MISLEADING MYSELF? YOU THINK I WOULD LIE TO MYSELF? LIE TO THE FANS AND LIE TO YOU? YOU THINK I'M SOME LIAR? YOU THINK I WAS TRYING TO SELF-SERVE MYSELF? You're more hard-headed than I thought. If you think that I'd try to self-serve myself, you're sadly mistaken. I don't have to self-serve myself to get what I want. I don't have to self-serve myself every time because I'm not that selfish but you, on the other hand? You're selfish. You're selfish like the rest of the locker room that I was talking about before. You're selfish and full of yourself. You think because you're in the Hall of Fame that you can talk to me like that? Accuse me of lying to myself? You're out of your mind. You're blind and deaf if you think that I'd mislead myself. Because I've never misled myself or the fans. I've never misled those I care about. I've never misled this company but you seem to think otherwise. Otherwise, that in actuality, I have my own agenda. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't anything in it for me but months ago, this? This, between Ares Vendetta and I? Had nothing to do with the title. It was because I was sick to my stomach that he'd do that to you. My stomach TURNED the moment I saw him take you out in the Elimination Chamber. I was disgusted with what happened, so disgusted that after I was traded to Voltage, I tried to get back at him for you. It took me a month or so but I got back at him for you and that's the thanks I get? A Bleeding Edge? You should've heard yourself talking because you were so BITTER after I did what I did to you. How could you be so bitter? How could you be bitter after you started it? You started it, Dubian. If you think I'm going to forget what you did to me, then you don't know who I am. Should I remind you of who I am? I'm Tyler Parker. Former two-time World Champion and Hall of Famer. I'm the first one to get in the arena and I'm the last one to get out of the arena. This is everything to me. Is this everything to you? I don't think so. Because you're more concerned with who the title belongs to you. You think it belongs to you but like I said, you lost it. Whether it was fair or not, you lost it. There's no getting it back. Not in a few days. Because if anyone is lying to themselves, it's you. You're lying to yourself, thinking that the title belongs to you. You're lying to yourself, thinking that you can outperform me in the ring. You're lying to yourself, thinking that you're going to surpass me because regardless of what you think, I'm not even surpassing you. You're not even in proximity of me. You're not at the top like I am. There's no me surpassing you but there IS me taking what you think belongs to you. Think whatever you want, you seem to like thinking but you're not getting anywhere with thinking. I said you wouldn't have done anything to me even if you weren't on probation and you had nothing to say. You had nothing to say because you know you would've have done anything to me even if Ashten Cross provoked you to. Unprovoked or provoked, you won't do anything to me. You're not going to do anything to me in a few days because you're going to be left stranded outside of the ring while I'm in the middle of the ring, raising the title that supposedly belongs to you. If it's your property, then shouldn't you be doing whatever it takes to get it back? You're not like yourself. I know you're not because you're talking to me sideways, spewing a bunch of garbage, twisting things to make it seem like you're not wrong. You're like Y2Impact, you know that? You two have that in common. Because you two like to make it seem like you're not wrong even if it's clear that you are. It's so clear, crystal clear even, that you're wrong. Everything you've said? Wrong. Everything you've done? Wrong. You open your mouth and you're wrong. I'm not saying you shouldn't be getting your rematch, it was Y2Impact who mentioned your rematch clause but speaking of your rematch clause, shouldn't you have gotten your rematch sooner? You could've gotten your rematch sooner but you had to make yourself known at Triple Threat that you're going to get your rematch at Pain for Pride. You had to make it bigger than it had to be but that's fine because you're outmatched in every way. You're outmatched and in a few days, you're going to be outperformed. You're not going to be what the fans are talking about. No one is going to talk about how you regained the title you lost because that's not going to happen. If this was for the other World titles, that might happen but in a match like this? In a Fatal Four Way? Your chances are SLIM. Because I'm going into this match UNSTOPPABLE and UNBEATABLE. That's what I am. In a match like this, I'm not going to lose. Because I'm going to outsmart you, I'm going to show you the ropes, I'm going to put you into the mat that I sleep on every night. The ring? My ring? Is where you're going to be left behind in. Everyone is going to talk about how you couldn't do what you said you were going to do, how you couldn't regain the title that you lost, how you gave up in the middle of the ring. Because you're going to give up, you're going to give up after you realize... whenever you realize... that you never had a chance.

If you really believe that you were avenging me and not actually trying to self serve yourself then you are honestly just misleading yourself, Tyler. For all I know, you were fighting in my name only to further your agenda as a righteous warrior. A righteous warrior that takes a situation, swerves it around to make themselves look like the savior and then reap in all the benefits. What begins as avenging me quickly becomes another opportunity for the savior to become a world champion for his pompous arse self. And the thing that I am probably most bitter about is the matter of fact that you were not even able to capitalize on that opportunity, you got a 'win' but without that Answers World Championship on your shoulders, you were the only real sufferer of that match. If anything, I was thinking that I was doing a favor by attacking you that night and letting you grasp the capacity of what you were involved in. It is evidently clear that scheme did not work considering you are still here trying to go argue for my Answers World Champion. And it seems I have got you more agitated than ever before but you see, that is exactly what I seek from you Tyler Parker because come Monday, I do not want to hear a single justification of why it did not work out for you the night before. Two days, you would not even know this feeling of enmity right now. But now that I have set you ablaze, I can expect a real fight now. But if you really were not intending to go full out before today, I fear that your mindset may be a bit more limited than I thought. At least the animosity I share against Ares Vendetta is justified by months of anguish whilst on the other I was able to sway you to loathe me in a matter of mins. You are far too easily wavered by your passion and I will manipulate that fully to my hearts content leading into this weekend. But you are right about one thing, it is not the first time that my insolence has gotten me in trouble. Much like I did here, I have spoken out against popular beliefs in the past and been left to fence for myself alone whilst the roster goes on to fit into a social comfort zone in order to ensure the safety of acceptance. However it has never stopped me before and it is not going to stop me now because I know that the Answers World Champion truly belongs to only one man and that is me. You say that you know what has happened to me but you and the rest of the wankers will not admit that I am deserving of the rematch because once again, you only want to see the half truth. You only want to see situation in which it favors you because you could not really give less of a damn about anyone else and ignoring that reality is what insults me more than anything else. If there needed to be a second victor from this match, I would gladly support you in your claim but the reality remains that this match is only going to have one World Champion at the end of the day so figure me as a heartless naturalist all you want Tyler but I am a realist who sees the world as it is, not the way I wish it to be. I am far too tangled into this match for this to be about the title now though, I intend to take out Ares Vendetta as I have so proudly claimed I will do for the past few months and collect the Answers World Championship as a consolation prize. Your role and presence in this whole match is simple though Tyler, to look as Dashing as you always have and make this match seem more combative and engaging than it needs to be. I know you are used to being in the spotlight but you are going to just have just accept the matter of fact that time, you are being bested by someone who will single handedly rough you up in the ring and then still have enough energy to boast about it a few minutes later. You have seen things go your way a bit too much and I am going to prove to you that you simply cannot have the whole universe just because you command for it. Everything you say I am not going to do, I am going to do full earnestly just so I can mock you. I know what lines I have transcended and I have no intention of going back so I am going to smolder everything on my way to the top because I want no attachment to anything. I returned to this company for one reason only and that was to take everything that was taken from me Tyler and I have wreaked havoc every day since then to achieve that longing so if you really think yelling fabricated tales is going to buffer me after I have already taken on the management by this point, then you are one deluded cunt. I know all that I have given up so do not talk to me like I do not but if giving up all that means I get back what was originally mine, then all of it will have been worth it. And the satisfaction that will come with it knowing that your budding imagination of winning the Answers World Championship will never come true. I will never ever let you surpass me again Tyler because once I am on top this time, I do not intend to ever come down again.

Well, well, well, it seems some dummies decided to join this little disscussion.

Maero and JD Damon, you two are not the first two people who calls me cocky, annoying, and ass clown. So many people have been calling me names and I don’t really care about it. Why should it be different when you two decide to be unoriginals? Actually, I’m glad that you two still decide to call me out despite I didn’t even mention your names in the first place because you both know as well as I do that I’m the big dady don in this match. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not underestimating you two or any other dummies in this match because I’m aware how much desire you all have to win this match, including both of you. I can see the fires in both of your eyes already but damn it Maero and JD Damon, it just motivate me even more. I want to win this match more than anybody else. You two are hard to deal with, I give you that, but it doesn’t make any difference that I will still be standing as the winner of this Battle Royal.

You two must be aware of this, especially you JD Damon. You have to remember that I beat you once 3 months ago. No, no, I’m not going to brag about my winning over you because it’s already in the past. You have becoming much better than before but so have I. I hate to crush anyone’s dreams you know, but you decided to show your ugly face in that New York Style Fight two weeks ago when you tried to “help” Beretta and Terry Chambers winning that match. Despite you were forced to help them, it’s still not an excuse that you costed me and Lucas Johnson our victories. I won’t unleashed my anger to you though. I already explained it to Terry after all. All I can say is, I will be laughing so hard when you three got thrown out of from the ring with that confused look on your faces.

And Maero, I sure as hell will prove you wrong. Let’s see how much fun do you have when you realize everything I said is a fact. Let’s see how much fun do you have when you realize everything I said is a truth. Don’t worry Maero, you can have your fun by hugging every members of your Hallowen family to make you happy afterward.

Speaking of hallowen, what does the Bible say about hallowen Nico Borg? You know, it’s good that you have so much faith in your heart, I really like it when people decide to preserve their culture and accepting the reality who they really are. In a way we are look alike Nico. You accepted of being a Christian, and I accepted of being...myself. I’m a loud mouth Indonesian son of a bitch and you should know, I never hold anything back so please take a note at this: Go take your ass to Church and Pray as much as you want because in the end of the day I’m still going to be the winner in this Battle Royal Match. Nico, I’m aware how tough you are and with so much dedication and loyalty to your Religion, I believe the God Himself wants to help you out. I know you are born for a success, I believe in you, but I don’t think it’s your time yet. You know, since I have arrived into this company this March I have been working so hard myself to get into the top, and I know for a fact this Battle Royal match is my first step to be a success, to be a champion you all can be proud off. Am I a fortune-teller? No, but I sure as hell I can make it comes to reality especially since I’m a harder worker than you will ever be. You can have your own success afterward Nico, just keep being faithful and I believe in you. I’m looking forward how would you preach me though, but just remember this: I never back down from anybody, including you: Religion extremist.

Now, Liam Catterson, Terry Chambers, Christian Locke, and the rest of dummies, in case you haven’t watched my previous message to three of you, it has been uploaded into EAW.Com
They know, they have to put their future poster boy footage as much as possible into their own site.

And Lucas Johnson, I don’t forget you. All I want to say is, good luck in your match as well pal, cause I ain’t gonna helping you this time.

Well, I’m out dummies.

I lost my grandfather at an early age. That year without him was the hardest but I kept training like he would've had me. I kept training; every day, every morning. I kept doing that for the entirety of my childhood which transitioned into how I train nowadays at the ripe age of thirty two. I trained harder than I ever trained after I lost my grandfather. Tragedy effects us in many ways. For me, I take the sadness and emotion and I make it a positive. I could see my grandfather looking down on me and ever since I lost him, he has been with me through everything in my life. He was there when I started competing at twenty one years old. He was there when I won the first match of my career in my first match. He was there through everything, even the downside of things. He was there when your father took the World Heavyweight Championship away from me and I was left with nothing. He was there when I lost the World Heavyweight Championship again. He was there when you sidelined me with an injury. He was there through every single thing. In a few days, it's going to be no different because when I step into the ring, knowing that it could be the last time I do? He's going to be there, looking down on me, like he has since he passed. Losing my grandfather was the toughest day of my life because I had lost someone that I cared about, he was the one other person besides my father that I looked up to. Knowing that everything I've ever accomplished, my grandfather wasn't here in person to witness it. It hurts. I tend not to wear my heart on my sleeve but I think about him every day. I try to maintain my composure and be the hard-working, hardened competitor that others expect but sometimes, it's too much. You wouldn't know that though because you never lost anyone you cared about. You wonder how this and that feels like, you know what that feels like? Knowing your grandfather is looking down from Heaven? There's nothing like it but if I somehow lose to you, then I'm never going to get to feel that feeling again and that's something I wouldn't want you to go through but that's the thing, I'm NOT going to lose. Because like I said before, I haven't been this determined in my LIFE. This? This means more to me than anything else. I went at it with you for months but it hasn't gotten to this point. Because you're dead to me. After I've taken away the one thing that means something to you? After you're left with nothing? Then, I've had my revenge. Taking everything away from you isn't enough for me. I felt so powerless after you injured me. I let my guard down. You attacked me and I was sent to the hospital but it wasn't the first time I was sent to the hospital and it's not going to be the last time. The doctors advised me to take a few more months off but I wasn't going to miss this. I wasn't going to miss this shot at you. I don't care what happens to me. There's going to be nothing that stops me from extracting my revenge and capturing the Answers World Championship. I just... I just don't know what I'm going to do if somehow, I lose. How am I going to go to the cemetery and go to my grandfather's grave, put some flowers beside his tombstone and tell him that I let him down? I can't. I won't. At this point, there's no turning back. There's no turning back from what you did to me. I've worked too hard and been through too much to let the title slip through my fingertips but for me? This isn't even about the Answers World Championship. It's just the cherry on top. This is about revenge. This is about doing what's right and what's right is me getting back at you for what you did to me, taking everything away from you and making you beg for mercy. I'm going to make sure YOU FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF WHAT I FELT A FEW MONTHS AFTER YOU BASHED MY HEAD INTO THE WINDSHIELD OF THAT AMBULANCE, EVERY OUNCE OF WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH, EVERY OUNCE OF WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE LOST SOMETHING THAT YOU CARE ABOUT. For what you did to me? There's no such thing as mercy. It's at the point where I'm going to do whatever it takes and though you think that's going to hinder me, it's me doing whatever it takes that makes me that much more sick and sadistic like you, like Y2Impact, like Mr. DEDEDE. If you think I'm not going to do whatever it takes? You're sorely mistaken. I'm focused and I'm determined. I'm hellbent on making sure that you feel every ounce of what you made me feel, of what you started. This is the biggest match of my career and it could be my last. That makes me more dangerous. On top of that, of how BADLY I want to strangle you? It's going to be a long night for you, Ares. It's going to be the LONGEST night of your life and I hope your mother and father are watching their disgrace of a son feel every bit of what you caused me. You can do whatever you want to me but you're not going to stop me. Because no matter how hard you hit me, no matter how bad you hurt me, I'm going to get back up and I'm not just going to take everything away from you, I'm going to end your career right then and there. Am I going to show mercy? Not one bit. You're going to get nothing from me. Not a thing. Either your career ends or my career ends but either away, you're going to be choking on that silver spoon.

You know what's so ironic about this? About you backstabbing me and me getting even? Is that, a few months ago, I was trying to get revenge for you, I was trying to get back at Ares Vendetta for taking the Answers World Championship away from you unfairly and for sidelining you with a horrible injury. A few months ago, though my eyes were fixated on the Answers World Championship that Ares Vendetta held, I stood by you. I stood by you but you had to go and dig that rugged knife into my back and stab me multiple times with but you should've stuck that knife further into my back; further that it breaks my bones, that it punctures my organs and that it cuts through my heart. You should've left me there a bloody and filthy mess but you couldn't do that, could you? You don't have it in you to hurt me. Probation or not, you wouldn't have done anything to me because there's nothing you could do to me. I was talking to you like that because you're hardly an enemy, you're hardly competition to me. You would've fared against me unlike Y2Impact and Ares Vendetta but you had to open your mouth which is something that has gotten you into situations like this before, though this situation isn't like any other situation you've been in before because I'm not going to be so compassionate towards you. I'm not going to give you mercy much like the other two in this match but the thing is, you would've been spared if you never opened your mouth and talked to me like you have. You wouldn't of have had to go through what Y2Impact and Ares Vendetta are going to go through but you had to talk which is something you should never do if you don't want to get on my bad side but you've managed to get on my bad side without having to do what Y2Impact or Ares Vendetta has done. Yeah, you might have stabbed me in the back with a Bleeding Edge but I figured I'd get even and that would be it. I figured you wouldn't try me. I figured you'd be smart like Ares Vendetta who sat back and watched me take you and Y2Impact out in the middle of the ring but you know what? That's actually what's going to happen because Ares Vendetta, like the coward he is, is going run away and you and Y2Impact are going to be left unconscious on the mat. That's what I could foresee, with me raising the Answers World Championship, standing in front of your bodies. You're going to be left breathless, Dubian. Breathless so you won't open your mouth and talk to me like that after I've captured the Answers World Championship because that's what this is about. This is about the title that's slowly hanging in front of us. This is about the title that Ares Vendetta is holding, the title that you think is yours but in actuality, it isn't. Because though I know what happened to you was terrible, you lost. You lost the Answers World Championship and for a few months or so, your career was one big question mark. Because no one knew if you'd be back, no one knew if you'd get back into the ring after that, no one knew if you'd ever get back the Answers World Championship, not even myself BUT though you've gotten back into the ring and you're seemingly here to do what you have to do to get back what you think is yours, you're not going to get back the Answers World Championship. Not if I have something to say about it. Not if I'm in the match against you. Not if my eyes are fixated on it. Fair? FAIR??? FAIR?!?!?! Dubian, you talk about fair like you have the rulebook in your back pocket but the truth is, I wouldn't have had to get even with you if you hadn't subconsciously, physically attacked me a few weeks ago. You might not had been fully aware of what you were doing or aware of what would happen to you afterwards but YOU KNEW THAT RULEBOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW AFTER YOU TRIED TO MAKE A STATEMENT AT MY EXPENSE, YOU CHUCKED THE RULEBOOK AFTER THAT, SO IF I WERE YOU? I WOULDN'T MAKE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF. I WOULDN'T EMBARRASS MYSELF. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOING. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF TO OPENLY TALK ABOUT FAIRNESS AFTER YOU TOOK ME OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING ON LIVE FREE-PER-VIEW. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT ONE TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S FAIR AND WHAT ISN'T. BECAUSE IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU'RE STILL BITTER THAT I DID WHAT YOU COULDN'T DO AND BITTER THAT YOU HAD A FEW MONTHS REMOVED FROM YOUR CAREER BUT YOU AND I ARE ALIKE. WE'RE SO SIMILAR, WE HAVE A COMMON ENEMY BUT YOU HAD TO MAKE A FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF BEFORE I COULD MAKE A FOOL OUT OF YOU AND YOU HAD TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH. YOU HAD TO TALK SIDEWAYS AND DUBIAN? ...I'm going to wire your mouth SHUT. You're not going to one-up me, you're not going to get ahead of me, you're not going to get any kind of leverage. Because you might have had a bit of leverage before but you had to throw that away like you threw away your chances of walking out of this match, like you threw away the Answers World Championship, like you threw away your career. You threw that away and for what? For what, Dubian? You threw everything away and in a few days, on the stage? I'm going to throw you away and I'm going to decompose your body. Fair, huh? You won't be talking about what's fair while you're rotting and a waste.

Speaking of a waste, seems like you're still thinking back to what happened a few months ago after you cheap-shotted me after our match, Ares. You're still thinking about that? You're still wondering what it was like for me to sit in the hospital and have a doctor check up on me? You're still wondering what it was like for me to have to sit there and stare at my x-rays? The x-rays of my fractured bones? You're still wondering what it was like for me to be in agony? I'm going to tell you what it was like. It was torture. Every day of rehab was torture. Waking up in the morning was torture. Not being physically cleared to get back into the ring was torture. For a month or two, I was bed-ridden. That's because of you. I know you like hearing that, I know you're wondering what it was like for me because you're trying to mock me but Ares, you won't be mocking me in a few days. You won't be mocking me after I've taken away the one thing you care about. You won't be mocking me after I've put you in the hospital bed that I was in before I got back into the ring. You know what? I think, for you to know what it was like for me, you have to go through it yourself. See, that's what I've been talking about. You and Y2Impact haven't had to go through what I've had to go through. At birth, you were cherished. At an early age, you were pampered. Even though you're grown, you're being spoon fed. It makes me sick to my stomach that you're holding the Answers World Championship because if it wasn't for what you do in the ring, you would've TARNISHED the title the MOMENT you took it away from Devan Dubian. You would've, much like him, thrown away the heritage of the title and thrown away whatever prestige it had. The title would've been WORTHLESS... much like yourself. The title would've been a reflection of who you are; a spitting image. You might have dirtied the title but I'm seeking it. I'm seeking it and I'm not going to TREAT it like you have. You have no decency, Ares. You have no redeeming qualities. You have no worth to this business. You're not the draw, you're not on every poster, you're not marketed like I am. Though you hold the title, I'm the one they're talking about. I'm the one that's carrying this company on my back. I'm the one that's giving his life for this business and that? That has to get under your skin. That has to be bothering you. Because knowing you, you HATE not being the center of attention, you HATE not getting everything you want and you HATE not being on top by yourself. Which explains why you would have cheap-shotted me after I won the Unsanctioned Street Fight. Explains why you're wondering what it was like for me to be so helpless because you've never been helpless in your life. Explains why you are who you are. Because your parents raised you poorly, not literally but figuratively. Your parents raised you to not be helpless. Your parents raised you to have everything you could ever want. You'd be at the convenience store, yanking on your mother and father to buy you a piece of candy or, rather, pieces of candy. Because you don't like having one thing, much how like you're not satisfied with just having the Answers World Championship. You have to have everything. You have to have what others spend their entire lives trying to get. You have to have what no one else has. Because if anyone has what you have, it's nothing to you. Your parents never told you that you had to work hard for everything you have because they've spoon fed you like the spoiled brat you are. That's what you are at the end of the day. A spoiled brat who doesn't know how much a dollar costs. I hate you for everything you are and for everything you've done to me but would I have done to you what you've done to me? I could have. I could've done that after you won our first match but I wasn't sore or bitter like you. I wasn't going to settle with a loss though and I'm not going to settle with getting close to taking the Answers World Championship away from you. I'm not going to settle with a loss this time. Because there's more at stake for me, more for me to gain and I'm not going to let my hatred for you stop me from doing what I say I'm going to do. You're going to know what it feels like to be helpless in a few days, you're going to know what it feels like to not get back into the ring and you're going to know what it feels like to go through what I go through. Because in a few days, on the stage, I'm going show you something you've never seen before. I'm going to show you how to actually do something for yourself, how to feed yourself, how to do what's right. I'm going to show you how to live. You can thank me because it's not a problem for me to show you that. Your parents couldn't show you that, your mother and father raised you poorly and because of that, you don't know how to live. You don't know how to be on your own and this? This is going to be a lesson. A lesson that you should've had at an early age. A lesson you're not going to forget. After I'm done with you, Ares, you won't have to worry about breathing the same air because you're not going to be breathing whatsoever. Helpless and battered like your father.

I am well aware of all the uncertainties that surround this match and I am also perfectly aware that I am going against perhaps three of the best that this company has to offer. After all, all three of my opponents are pompous wankers who cannot go a few seconds without charming themselves but none of that really fazes me at all. The only surprise here is that each and every single lot of you believe that I am not deserving enough to be in this match with you. Let me remind you that this is not the only time I have been in this kind of position for it was only a year ago that I headlined Pain for Pride for the same exact Answers World Championship and came out victorious. With that said, I really could not give less of a damn about how much more fitting you are for this championship shot or if you are the rightful reigning champion because at the end of the day, those are all just mere words.I went through the real thing and mind you, I succeeded.

You speak to me as if we are some sort of accomplices, Tyler Parker but that has really never been the case nor will it ever be. Perhaps when I was an incoherent long-shot who used to go on jabbering about dreams, I may have seen you in a more flashing light but that is the extent of our harmony together. When I returned, I told everyone that I was going to make a statement and I did that by attacking all three of you because I had already figured out who my opponents were going to be. I could have affiliated with you that night and perhaps even build a bond but much like everyone has in the past, you would have eventually forsaken me for your own narcissistic desires so I took matters into my own hands, let the niceties be omitted, and then move right onto business. You see, I am all about fairness. My translation of fairness is that elitists should pay for the wrong that they do. Once you started to claim that my Answers World Championship was yours, you had already damaged me and so I did what I thought was only fair and paid you back in the only way you could understand. We were on equal grounds, it was just your preposterous consciousness that led you to believe that were on equal grounds and I only just happened to take advantage of it. What you did by attacking me a few weeks ago on the other hand was unwarranted because you took advantage of an inequitable restriction placed on me to exact your revenge, that Tyler Parker, is not fair. And on top of that, now you claim that you were trying to humiliate me for your own benefit. As a man who has been ridiculed for the majority of his career, that was nothing. And you should have taken that damn rationalization of yours and taken me out for good that day whilst I was still restricted because by letting me go, you have triggered something even far more threatening. An unfledged slugger would have taken his revenge out on you on Voltage at the first opportune moment but I will wait till the right moment because I want the slaughtering that I deliver to you not be some half-arsed one stopped by security but inside the ring where there really are no limits. You think you know all about being victimized but you only ever scratched the surface, you were on the bottom for a few mere seconds and claim to be some inspiring tale whilst I was scrapping down there for a better part of my career so excuse me if I do not share your idea of pettiness as you showcase your accolades. But it is also why I believe that I hold the most leverage heading into this match because I have taken all of that weight before and utilized it to headline a Pain for Pride in which I was ultimately victorious, the same thing I intend to do here. We all have the wear and tear Tyler so gloating about common knowledge does not put you above us, it just makes you look even more shortsighted next to your claims. You have never really been in my position before and after this Pain for Pride, you will be even further than ever before. Because it will become fairly apparent to even you that something you could not do even once, I will have done twice by winning the Answers World Champion at Pain for Pride.

I know that our affair has never exactly one of being best mates Y2Impact but I surely hope that your viewpoint on me is more than just someone with a rematch clause. If not, you will be in for a crude awakening come this weekend. I do tend to have a selective memory though, especially for occasions that I would like to do over again. A man can take pride in his victory as it was his desired result but dwelling on it too long can be a bit hazardous because it puts that man in a state of fulfillment. Something I garner that you are all too custom to considering all your different monikers. But me, I like to replay and revise regularly until I can find a solution and you are one of the few elitist that I have never been able to break down till now. I suppose you could see it as a compliment but with warning because at the same time, it also makes you one of the more well known bounty on my list. As someone who has participated in everyone Pain for Pride since its orientation, I am certain you will resort to a 'more seasoned, more adept' kind of mentality and it might very well be enough to keep our two other opponents on edge but not me. I am not anxious of such a maneuver because I know that you have got as much ventured in this match as I do and that puts you under direct pressure to reimburse for such a high responsibility or see to it that your career is only riddled by numbers of reigns that actually have no real meaning to them, no merit whatsoever. I would easily argue that my one victory and one championship reign as the Answers World Champion were superior to your half a dozen reigns because everything I did in those six months far exceeds anything relevant you did in any of your reigns. Do not get me wrong, I would love nothing more than to get my hands on the world title because to say otherwise would just make me a twit. But do not stand there and think that they will provide any kind of leverage for you into this match because world championships can be won in many ways, opportune and right timing are more likely to get you a world championship these days than pure talent. You claim that you have been swindled in an opportunity to face the Answers World Champion in a singles match because you rightfully won the Grand Rampage and that seems proper. However there is no set Grand Rampage rule that the winner will face a world champion of his choice in a singles match because if there had been one, then I would not have had to deal with Brian Daniels entering my match last year at Pain for Pride. So yes, I know all about how 'unreasonably' you have been treated and could give less of a damn because I endured and ultimately walked out of Pain for Pride the Answers World Champion. If you insist focusing on the insignificant stuff then be my guest Y2Impact but come Pain for Pride, I am going to finish this once and for all.

The fact that Ares Vendetta and I have never shared the ring in an official match is quite remarkable considering the bad blood that has been present between us for almost seven months now. And I suppose we owe that courtesy to no other than the recreant Ares himself who attacked me not once but twice ultimately costing me my Answers World Championship. It also took me out for a better part of six months. And I do not tell you this Ares to seek some kind of justification from you because I know you. If anything, you enjoy listening to this because you are a menace who thrives on chaos, you really are. Rather, I am telling you all these facts so that once we finally meet in the ring, there can be no bullshit rationalizations. I will look you in the eyes as I did my mentor Starrstan last year at Pain for Pride and deliver a more cruel Bleeding Edge than the one at Triple Threat, no words will be spared but everyone around the whole stadium and the world will know that I was finally avenged. I do have a fair amount of contempt for the two other competitors but it is nothing compared to the animosity I have saved against you for the past few months. And hatred is a very underestimated emotion. I know you like nothing more than to tease your opponents but heed a warning from your sworn enemy Ares, you will left be in distraught once you meet a mongrel such as me who wishes for your destruction more than anything else in the world. The Answers World Championship whilst a desirable gold will only serve in this case as a second piece of dividend and a worthy compensation for ridding you from this company once in for all. You have your good share of adversaries around here and as much as I am resented, they completely loathe you because what you represent is completely distant from what they believe in. But none of them have the least bit of courage to step into the ring with a man who has created a God-like aura around for himself. Fortunately for them, a man who has nothing left to forfeit can enter the ring with you and best you, a man like me. You made one lapse of judgement during your thrill menacing series a few months ago Ares when you attacked me that gives me the upper hand this weekend. That lapse of judgement was your neglectfulness to understand that by stripping me of the Answers World Championship and my health, you were leaving me with absolutely nothing. And a man left with absolutely nothing can be tremendously risky because his understanding of what is right and what is right becomes perplex and he just devours his prey with no limitation. I suppose your arrogance finally let you down for once after all these months and now I want to see you hunt without already a plan in motion, Ares. You plea and you bend everything to your will weeks before it happens as attested by your refusal to come out for the contract signing due to your own safety and it obviously has its merits considering where it has gotten you to till this weekend but it also leaves you with a frail spot in which faced with the uncertain, you will clash with yourself. And if I am able to make you do that, then I will know I have already defeated you and that championship will be all mine for the taking. This time, I will be the one pushing you down the mountain at the expense of your world championship. It is time to finally make this official, the reign of Amazing will once again continue after Pain for Pride.

Stephanie walked along the Miami strip, loss in her own thoughts. She just left the meeting at Tarah’s hotel room and didn’t feel like going to her room at the moment. She was too frustrated with the situation at hand. The Powers That Be decided that it wasn’t enough to not only deny her the match she deserved against Tarah Nova, but to force her to team up with her and Cailin against four Elitists she could care less for, and a foe that should be long forgotten. 

“I’m reaching my last nerve…” she muttered, kicking rocks as she wandered onto the beach.

In the distance, she saw a familiar outline with its back turned to her, its arms spread wide, as if greeting the Atlantic tide itself. Steph approached with caution, almost mesmerized by the sight before her.

“Figured you’d come by.” Eclipse stated as he lowered his arms, reaching up to his head to run his palms against his hair before placing them into the water. A strange smile bedecked his face, one that seemed drawn out. As if he wasn’t sure whether he was happy or not in this situation.

“My mother loved the ocean. She would gaze at the waves for hours on end when we vacationed there sometimes. I can still hear her laughing when she talked about it...what is it that you are feeling?” he asked her, leaning his body back to look over to her before sitting up again, his eyes focused on the tide.

Steph walked over next to him, her eyes drawn to the rhythmic motions of the sea. “To be honest...I don’t know,” she admitted. “I want to feel angry, but that may be my undoing at the moment. The woman I want to destroy is leading us into Pain for Pride. The woman I loved is hanging onto her coattails like a blushing schoolgirl. Also, my mentor called me a few hours ago to inform me that she’s training Azumi privately. Everything I thought I had...just slipping from my fingers.” 

Stephanie looked down at her hands for a moment, before she balled them into a fist, her arms nearly shaking with rage.

“So why don’t you let it out?” Eclipse asked after a pause, a bit of bemusement in his voice as he turned his body to look to her. He reached into the water, cupping some of it as he poured it over healed over scars along the back of his hand and his wrists. 

“You told me, when we first talked, that rage was a hinderance. That it was you being calm and collected that allowed you to win the title. Yet...it’s not being calm and collected. What you are doing now. This is called Repressing. You are shoving your emotions down so far into your stomach that you can’t feel them. That’s...an irritant. That is not going to make you a benefit to your team in the slightest.” 

He cupped more water, pouring it on the opposite arm before reaching into the water once more and pulling an oyster shell from the tide. He twirled it in his palm, watching her all the while as his free hand reached behind him, removing a knife from his back pocket.

“I just hate how she walks around like she owns this division…” Stephanie began. “With that cocky grin on her face like everything’s going according to plan. Cai doesn’t even realize how tame she became ever since she joined forces with Tarah. She claims Formation held her back? Pfft, she was a ringmaster for five months! Now she’s stuck in lumberjack matches with JJ Silva, but yet I’m the one being held back….”

Steph’s face grew hot as her breath grew heavy. “I don’t mind Azumi being trained by Ms. Manami. I know that girl is going to grow to be one of the greats...I just don’t want to be left behind. Manami told me there was no more she could teach me, but yet she's going to fill Azumi with every ounce of puroresu knowledge! I’ve done something Azumi never had in JET which was held the championship. But yet...I’m the one being underestimated by the universe…”

Stephanie raised a middle finger to the Miami night sky. “Fuck you!” she cried loudly, fighting back tears. “FUCK. YOU!”

“Feel that? That’s what rage does to you. Gives you strength that lasts for days. Weeks. Years. Until the rage is satisfied it will continue to feed. It’s a helpful parasite. It will not stop until it is satisfied, and when it is finally done, it leaves and you are left with the satisfaction of what it allowed you to accomplish.” 

Eclipse turned his eyes back to the oyster, fitting the knife along the shell before sliding it inside. His hands and fingers worked at it, the scraping filling the void of silence. “Now...you need to do something that you thought you had been doing all the while that you have been here. You need to become a sword.” 

Steph raised an eye to Eclipse curiously. “A sword you say?” she asked. “A cold blade of steel that cuts any and everything unmercilessly?”

“Exactly. The biggest thing that a sword has...that you lack. Is focus. You need to focus all of your rage now. Aim it at one point. Aim it at who your opponents are, who your enemies are...and then slice through them. Quickly. Efficiently.”

Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the cold breeze upon her face. She began muttering under her breath, barely audible at first. A few moments later, her voice raised an octave.

“JJ Silva...Piff Fumador...Lucas Johnson...Venom...Haruna Sakazaki…” she stopped for a moment, but suddenly continued. “Mexican Samurai...Liam Catterson...Heart Break Gal...Eris LeCava...Tarah Nova…” long pause. “Cailin Dillon.”
Stephanie walked forward for a moment, wondering if she should say the last name that was about to escape her lips. Her feet went into the water, feeling the cold temperate around her ankles.

“Aria Jaxon.”

“Excellent.” Eclipse laughed at the final name before popping the oyster open, carving the meat out with the knife before dropping something into her palm as he stood up. He slid the meat into his mouth, chewing on it silently as he paced the sand behind her before looking back out at the ocean. “Thus ends the lesson for the day...I’ll let you vent in peace. Oh...you also forgot a name.” 

Stephanie half turned for a moment, almost expecting the name he was going to say next.

“What?”

“Me. Trust me, but your blade must always be ready to strike at those nearest you. Even your newfound brother.” he stated as he waved to her, walking further down the beach as he stuck the knife back in its sheathe. As for the item shining in her palm, a black pearl lay resting in its place.


To get what I want I have to go through a five ring circus. There’s Omerta Lackey #2, Luchador #167, Wrestler Guy #245, Drunken Bastard #1756, and Joshi #418. A bunch of random suspects, who calls themselves representatives of the New Breed. This is kind of suspect considering some of you had to be here well over a year. Are you really that new to EAW or are you just terrible at your jobs?

JJ Silva you call me a one hit wonder, but unlike you I’ve attained my achievements without the help of a megalomaniac. It’s funny how you consider yourself to be some kind of solo badass, but you lack the tenacity to fight your own battles. Yeah I was a member of Formation, but I held the Specialist Championship during my rookie year. I retired a legend six months within my career. Now here I am in my first Pain for Pride. Your Iconomy alumni all gained their own individual successes like the pros they are, but here you are holding on to the newbie title like a spoiled brat. Maybe I decide to say ‘fuck it’ to the Specialist Championship and take that pacifier off your hands. 

Piff, Piff, Piff. I have no beef with you, but I won’t hesitate to cut you down without a moment’s notice. You’re one of the finest luchadors the world has ever seen, but I’ve studied under your style. I know what to expect from you. I’m undefeated in these kinds of matches, just ask Aria Jaxon about how I lead her to victory...twice. I’m going to light your ass up and blow you away like ashes in the win. Now put that into your pipe and smoke it.

Lucas Johnson, the Young Lion of EAW. Your grappling ability is something to be considered...considering you’re able able to even get your hands on either of us. As adorable as you are...the closest thing you’ll get to a girl is when I capture you in the Trap Zone. It’s alright sweets, just keep calm and let Cloudy win.

I am what I am and unlike everyone else in this company? I own up to it. I own up to the fact that deep down? At my core, I'm a monster. You know, I had to go through more at an early age, I had to train at six years old so I could defend myself, so I could protect others. I had to go through more than what you had to go through, Impact. You never had get your knuckles bruised, get your fingernails dirty at such an early age like myself. You never had to go through what I had to go through. You never had to go through any obstacles or hurdles, you never had to do anything because you were raised in a household where you never had to fend for yourself. You've never crawled on your hands and knees through the shit filled, piss infested trenches that I've had to crawl through. Because my father and my grandfather said that's what teaches you hard work, that's what teaches you to endure and that's what teaches you that in life, you have do things you don't want to do. You think I wanted to do that? You think I liked doing that? At that age, I had no pot to piss in. You might not have been spoon fed like Ares Vendetta but you were raised to think it's okay to not take any responsibility or have any hardships. You know what that TOOK from me? My innocence. My childhood. It took me and twisted it and if it was anyone else? If it was anyone else enduring everything I had to go through? They would've been found face down, in a ditch, in a puddle of their own blood but not me. I'm not a quitter, I never back down from anything and I'm not going to stop, Impact. I'm not going to stop, I'm going to put you through worse than I've been put through. I'm not going to stop, not with the Answers World Championship at stake and in my sights. Because I've been thinking about this every day for the past few months. I was thinking about this in the hospital. The rehab and healing my injuries was a test for me, a test that I passed and at Pain for Pride, I'm going to take that rehabilitation and make something of it. You're not done with me and I'm not done with you. That's fine because I have more a problem with you than the other two in this match because for whatever reason, you have to reflect on your past wins. You have to reflect on your past accomplishments. You have to reflect on your past career because like I've said, you have no career. Your career ended because of me and at Pain for Pride, I'm going to end you and that's not because I'm a monster, that's not because I'm sick in the head... that's not because I'd like to hurt you... that's because that's what's right. You're a fraud. A phony. A sham. You've done whatever you could to pull the wool over everyone's eyes and make them think you're anything other than what you actually are. You aren't The Machine, no, you're the prototype that's unrefined, the beta that's incomplete. I VOWED to expose you, Impact, so that everyone could see you for what you actually are and the circumstances might have changed, I might have been wrong the first time about what's beneath the BS and lies but I'm a man of my word nonetheless and I'm the man that's going to show everyone how much of a liar you are. Go ahead and tell me how you're going put me in the Walls of Impact, make me submit to you, whatever kind of lies you're going to feed them. Tell them how you're going to go out to the ring and how you're going to kill me. How you're going to overcome the odds and walk out with the Answers World Championship. TELL THEM HOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR SEVENTH REIGN AND HOW YOU'RE GOING TO CEMENT YOURSELF AS THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME. Tell them whatever you want, Impact. Because at the end of the day, like the other two in this match, you're full of shit. It's just that, this time? When the bell rings, when the match is over... everyone is going to find out. They're going to find out that you weren't a kid who HAD TO ENDURE EVERYTHING, FROM TAKING ON OLDER KIDS TO MAKING ENDS MEET AND HAD TO TRAIN EVERY DAY OF HIS LIFE TO GET HERE, TO GET TO THIS POINT IN HIS CAREER, TO GET TO HIS FOURTH PAIN FOR PRIDE, TO GET A SHOT AT THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. Because whether you like it or not, whether they like it or not? That's not you, Impact. That's me. Because I have more heart for this business. It's me that actually cares about this business, meanwhile you're spitting in it's face and that? That TICKS me off. What do you think I'm going to do to you, Impact? Someone I strongly dislike? Someone who wants to take the business I care about and squeeze it for all it's worth? I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to show everyone that you don't have the heart for this business. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to beat you. I'm going to batter you. Your lovely girlfriend? Is going to have to sit there and watch, disbelief on her face, tears in her eyes after I'm done with you... after you're nothing more than a blood stain on the mat. After that, I'm going to spit on your lifeless body like you've spit on this business --- you're going to be tossed aside like a pile of trash, like a bunch of junk metal... like a broken machine.

You know what I'm looking for, Ares? I'm looking for you to BEG me for mercy. Because I know if I hear you begging for mercy, I'd have my revenge. Revenge, to me, is taking the Answers World Championship away from you but I've gotten some revenge before. Because in the Unsanctioned Street Fight? You showed passion, you showed emotion. You haven't shown passion in your entire career but I forced it out of you. I made a mistake after the match but after that? I have no mercy to give. I don't care who I hurt or put in the hospital, I'm going to get what I want and what I want is that Answers World Championship. Then, though, I showed that you were beatable. I took the fight to you unlike anyone has before me and no one is going to after me. See, before me? You were put on a pedestal; a pedestal that you can't be touched. I should be the one on that pedestal. I should be the one who is on top, I should be the one with the Answers World Championship but that's fine because at Pain for Pride? I'm not going to show mercy. I'm not going to give in to your cries for mercy. I'm going to pick you apart and you're going to be left behind in a heap of your own unconsciousness. God as my witness, I'm going to walk out of Sun Life Stadium with the Answers World Championship. The one thing between me and the title is you. Because you're holding the title but after Pain for Pride, you're not going to be holding the title, you're going to be empty-handed with blood dripping from your forehead onto the palm of your hand. Nothing, that's what you're going to be left with. Nothing but whatever is left of your so-called career. You've skimmed by this far but you're not going to get much further --- you're not going to avoid what's to happen. Because what's going to happen is I'm going to do exactly what I've been saying, I'm going to make you beg for mercy, make you cry for mercy but I'm not going to give you mercy. What I'm going to give you is a harsh beating that you're never going to forget. Because I haven't forgot what you did to me, I haven't forgot that you sidelined me with an injury, I haven't forgot that you were so bitter and such a coward that you had to blindside me from behind. It was smart of you to not be there on Voltage because I would've took you out like I took Devan Dubian and Y2Impact out but in a few days, you won't be hiding from me. You won't be getting away from me. You won't be prolonging what's going to happen to you. If I let you walk out on your own accord? Then I've failed and failure isn't an option. I'm not going to fail again. I won't fail again. I'm going into this match with the weight of this company on my shoulders and I'm not going to let it get to me. I'm not going to let the weight of this company crumble me. Because we're here. We're a few days away from Pain for Pride and at Pain for Pride, our names are going to be etched into the history books. This is the biggest match of my career and I've had a handful of big matches in my career but this match? This match is bigger than any other match I've had before. This is bigger than the past few Pain for Pride matches I've had. This is going to be the cherry on top of my career and this is going to show who I am. The Face of EAW, the numerous titles, mean nothing to me if I don't walk out of Pain for Pride with the Answers World Championship. The accomplishments, the awards mean nothing if I don't do what I said I was going to do. Every loss I've had, I've rectified every one of them. Injury after injury, I've gotten back into the ring. I've gotten back into the ring after Kawajai betrayed me and took a year and a half from my career. I've gotten back into the ring with Mr. DEDEDE and took back what was rightfully mine. I've never been this motivated, I've never been this determined to win. I'm going to win and if I don't? Then I'm going to die trying. They say that it's hell trying to get to Heaven. I see Heaven in front of me. I see it in my mind; me raising the Answers World Championship, ending the careers of Devan Dubian, Y2Impact and Ares Vendetta. That's what I see happening. That's what's going to happen. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get back to the top where I used to be, where I belong. For the past few weeks, I've had sleepless nights thinking about what I'm going to do to the three of you. After Pain for Pride, after I've captured the Answers World Championship, I'm going to sleep. If it's hell trying to get to Heaven, then the three of you are in for a Hell that you've never seen. Because I'm going to get to that Heaven that I see, I'm going to be raising the Answers World Championship at the end of the day. I'm going to be back on top where I've trained my entire life for, where I've worked my entire life for, where I'm at with no one else. That's my Heaven and your Hell.