So the man who locked me out of meetings and cast me aside long before I made the decision to leave his group has so much to say about me being a moron. Let’s flashback to those months for a moment. Although to be honest, is there really a reason to talk about it. I see that now that you have a championship, you’ve become even more of an egomaniac than you were then. The funny thing was you called yourself the leader behind closed doors, and pretended we were equals on the other side of them. You blamed me for everything that was wrong with our group, when it was your decision making that steered it into the iceberg in the first place. Yet you think everyone had a duty to ride it down together? After I left you were a laughing stock. After you guys attacked Eclipse, it got even worse. What on earth are you even talking about when you own up to pride for what you did with that group. The voices were so loud about The Iconomy that they were as clear as day. When people talked about the four of us, they talked about the great things that three of us were doing in the ring. Guess which one of us they weren’t focused on? Yeah, it was the one who dropped the ball routinely. You were the one stunting the growth of the group you sought to help flourish into something it was never destined to become. Because from the moment you laid your hands on that idea, it was totally fucked. You found three hotshot rookies to join you, convinced them that the idea was solid. But it was fool’s gold. What you found was three people who could carry your weight while you tried to figure out your ass from your hand in the ring. You were the one who caused The Iconomy to fail. Point. Blank. Period. And then you found yourself another home. So congratulations on that. Maybe they can follow you around and help you submit longer replies with big, bright, bold-faced type that tries to put you out there like you’re actually saying something. What I’m getting from you is the pot calling the kettle black. You’re calling me a moron, when you’re the king of all morons. I’ve literally not met another person in this company who I could identify as being half as moronic as you. And you challenge my worth as if I’m hiding behind something and calling you names. Like I won’t approach you and put you down for good. You don’t want to have a fight with me Silva. And you especially don’t want to fight me with that title of yours on the line. Because I’d beat your ass and watch you crawl across the ground like a shriveled up overdone Lord of the Rings movie character. That title has become so precious to you so fast. But I know the real you, so I know the you that will crumble to half the man he ever pretended to be when you can no longer strap that gold around your waist. But you claim to have me so figured out, is that right? Now that I don’t have a title, you’re talking about me like I’m just a pile of shit that’s on my way out the door. You’re holding whatever opportunity I’ll have at Pain for Pride above my head like I have no chance in hell of coming out of that event with my head held high. That’s the problem with you. You’re so small-minded that you can’t even see a bigger picture. Everything is measured by yesterday’s wins or losses. You might be a champion, but take a look at the bigger picture and you’ll see which one of us has truly done something here. You’ve barely begun to taste what it means to be a champion and Pain for Pride… that’s just going to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Your whole time as a champion, your whole reign that has driven your ego into the clouds, it’s going to be gone as quick as a rainstorm in the desert. Me though? This is just the beginning for me. It doesn’t matter what happens at Pain for Pride. You mock me for thinking I’m in the upper echelon of Vixens? Bitch, I’m in the upper-echelon of this whole company. The Mexican Samurai was practically begging them to let me fight him for the Interwire title. And not because he thought I was an easy win. Because he thought I would be the toughest challenge he’d face to date. Because he thought I was the first person he’d face to be capable of beating him. To me you’re no different than the rest, Silva. All those girls that were hungry and come knocking at my doorstep with a challenge? I faced every single one of them. So you can think what you want about my character. I won’t judge anyone’s character for doing what they thought was right. Everyone else knows that I saved myself from what you were doing to me. You didn’t want me to be successful, you wanted to control me. You wanted me to do what you wanted me to do. You knew quickly that wasn’t the case. You saw me as a gold mine early, and you were right. This gold mine is far from tapped out. I have far more to give then you can even imagine and I’m just getting started. You think my reign as Specialist’s Champion is the last these people will see of me? You’re sadly mistaken. The last you’ll see of me is that glorious view from behind as the door hits you in the face when the curtain in this company closes on you once and for all. You ruined the Iconomy all on your own. And you will ruin your reign as a champion all on your own. That’s just who JJ Silva is. You think you’re better than me? Think again. Thanks for the laugh though, and I look forward laughing again when I watch you at Pain for Pride.

Oh, how things change.

It was just last year I was a nobody cutting my teeth in this business and competing in the Cash in The Vault. Now here we are to this year and I’m selling out stadiums, about to headline the biggest event in our sport. It’s funny reflecting on all of this because in a lot of ways, I shouldn’t be here. Many folks would say that I should not be anywhere near the position I am in. I was never thought of to succeed, everyone was always trying to hold me back and spit on me while I was down yet somehow, I got up every time and fought back. I went against all odds in order to get here and by going through all of that turmoil I became a better man because of it. I became “The Man”.  I am the best thing going in wrestling right now no matter how much you all try to deny it. It bothers you so much because I’m unlike any of your cookie cutter favorites. I’m not the norm. I’m real unlike these fake wannabe superheroes we got parading around every Friday night. None of those bums you idolize have been able to defeat me! It’s been three months now since my title victory. Three long months and with it were three different challengers. We had Tig Kelly, the biggest young prospect to come to EAW in quite a while. A savage in the ring, a man who had earned himself the nickname of The Ender. Then we had my dear old friend and fellow Omerta member, Zack Crash, the multi time World Champion and in a week, a Hall of Fame member. Then lastly there was Jacob Senn, one of EAW’s fastest rising World Champions to date and a man who had come back and was retitled as The Punisher. You look at a lineup like that and to most men you could call them a murderer’s row of competitors. A majority of Elitists would be hard pressed to defeat these guys. They are known as three of Dynasty’s top men but to me they are something else. All three of them are now categorized as names in my win column.

Everyone was all aboard the Tig Kelly hype train, kissing his ass and touting him as the next big thing ; until I jumped in front of the tracks and derailed him.

Everyone thought I was going to let Zack Crash manipulate me and take my title ; but then of course I was able to get by him.

Jacob Senn had the perfect comeback story, everyone absolutely loved him and his new attitude, but then I showed the world that a new coat of paint can’t fix a broken down engine.

All I have done since becoming champion is prove people wrong and expose their favorites. I have taken every established top star on Dynasty and defeated them. Besides Crash and his Hall of Fame successes, who has recovered since crossing paths with me? Where are they now? Brian Daniels, the man I defeated had to go retreating to the Tag Team division, he was too scared to even get his rematch! Tig Kelly got knocked all of the way down to the bottom after the beating I gave him! Jacob Senn won’t even come near me! Your heroes have all up and ran away! All of them...except one. Lucian Black. The biggest fake of them all. I despise this man with every fiber of my being. The fact that this man, this god damn joke of an Elitist is still around drives me insane. How can you worship this guy? What about him allows you to continue to believe in his same song and dance? The guy has been here seven fucking years! SEVEN YEARS! He has had dozens of World Championship opportunities, be it number one contenderships or title shots and lost them all, yet he still shows up week after week and talks like it’s only a matter of time. I heard your little speech earlier, Lucian and I honestly can’t believe you can say bullshit like that and think you can get away with it. You have the gall to say that you’re the World Champion and I’m not? Yeah, yeah, I suppose that makes sense in your world. You’re Lucian Black, the greatest man there is! You would be World Champion by now if it wasn’t for all of these damn screwjobs and freak accidents! You have earned the belt a LONG time ago as you said!....The only issue with that being in order for you to “earn” the right to be called champion you actually have to beat the champion, something you have never done. How can you even think of saying you earned it when you have yet to be good enough to keep someone’s shoulders down for the count of three in a title match? Why do you keep talking out of your ass? To feed your ego? To keep your image? Or are you really that dumb? It could be all three, the bitterness of being the bridesmaid and never the bride must be messing with your brain. You’ve been here a long time and have waited, so what? Tenure doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t have the skill, you have no business coming at me as if I owe you something.

All you do is talk and talk and talk about others who have made it before you have. We’ve had seven years of you going around and bitching! Seven years worth of videos for weeks on end! Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, many precious seconds which add up to HOURS being used to discuss those who have gotten ahead of you, time that could have been used for you to get up and train, time that could have been used to study and learn how to get better! Lucian Black doesn’t think about being champion, he just thinks about catching up with others, he has that mindset of being like everyone else. He sees himself lagging behind and desperately wants to finally join the club, even though he is not qualified. He competes as if becoming “the man” is something you just stay in line for and wait to be handed. The way he sees it, a guy like me getting the title was like a kid cutting ahead in the lunch line and thus suddenly I’m some paper champion who has no right holding the belt over him. What he doesn’t realize though is that I made it to the front of the line because I earned the right to get there. I think his idiocy is thanks in part to the expectation of the stupid people who follow him like sheep and jump on the bandwagon with their hopes up every time he gets a title match. They expect him to be on the level of the top guys, they go to Lucian and ask him why he can’t get the job done ; why he can’t be part of the elite! That hurts his pride too, it hurts him real bad so he keeps selling this shtick of waiting for his moment! “This time it’s different guys!”, “It will never happen again!” and when it does indeed happen again he takes shot at everyone else to villainize them, blaming everyone else but himself so that he can feel better. He wants to be some kind of hero for all of you. He’s blinded by jealousy, by fame, by hype to the point nothing about him is authentic. In a way, Lucian’s greatest rival isn’t the world title like many people claim, but instead it’s himself and the people. There is no formula to put in, no amount of complaining, no underdog story that gets you the title, it’s YOU. Your efforts. That’s it! You don’t need people telling you that you are great, you do something to show it! You don’t follow the path of others, you make your own! And the most important thing of all, you don’t cry and be mad at others when faced with defeat. You look at yourself in the mirror and you ask yourself what you have done wrong! All of these matches, all of these opportunities and none of them have been successful! Do you want to know why? You haven’t done anything to earn that big victory. It’s not that you’re waiting to get what you deserved YOU HAVEN’T BEEN GOOD ENOUGH TO GET IT LUCIAN! MR. DEDEDE! TYLER PARKER! Y2IMPACT! EVEN ALEX ANDERSON BESTED YOU IN A WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THESE LOSSES WERE ALL JUST COINCIDENCES? YOU CAN ONLY LOSE SO MANY TIMES BEFORE IT STOPS BECOMING A CASE OF CHASING THE BELT AND INSTEAD THE BELT IS JUST TOO FAR AWAY FOR YOU TO EVER REACH! YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME! YOU CAN NEVER GET TO MY LEVEL! ACCEPT IT!

There’s no need to try anymore, you are long past the point of no return. You my friend are a loser and there’s no escaping that. It took me a single year to get this title and I did it in my first one on one attempt. You have had more than ten times that and each time do you know what happened? You were knocked on your ass and were left looking at the lights wondering what happened. I’ll tell you what happened. You were held down while the ref counted: one….two….three. You have had to hear him do that a lot haven’t you? That count must haunt you every time you hear it in a championship bout. That sound echoes in your ear all of the way until it’s emphatic conclusion ; representing your failure to get the big one. You’re going to be hearing that count in your ear again Lucian, and this time in front of EAW’s biggest audience ever on it’s grandest stage. Maybe it will teach you a lesson and help you. You’re not “The Man” and will never be “The Man”. You have a nice place in this company, you’d make a great National Elite Champion. Your shoulders aren’t big enough to carry the weight this title holds though. You couldn’t even handle lacing my boots to be honest, and that’s the harsh truth. It’s a hard pill to swallow but you’ll have to find a way to by this weekend.

You need to stop shooting for the stars when you can’t even get your feet off of the ground Lucian. You’re better off just watching from afar.

 
 

Witnessing someone who has lost their ability to walk puts everything in perspective. How grateful I should be, how fortunate I am not to be in that predicament, how blessed I feel for not having to endure that suffering, but also the simple fact that as long as I have my own two legs to stand on, I'll always keep churning. I'll never deviate or be deterred from my pursuit of excellence and any obstructions will be dealt with accordingly. That, you thickheaded brainless simpletons, is exactly what Ares Vendetta represents: An obstruction. A roadblock. A hurdle. This is a man who thinks he can freely run amok and rampage all over my Voltage stomping grounds without any consequences, someone who really believes he can stroll on enemy territory as if it were some of peaceful utopia shaped in HIS image and not mine, without receiving any push-back from me. You're probably going to feed me some hackneyed line about how for years I was the dominating force on Voltage and can't accept playing second fiddle, but the truth of the matter is that you're absolutely right. I absolutely refuse to play second fiddle for anyone. As long as I'm on this brand, I'm staying cemented at the forefront, and if you honestly believe I'm going to continue turning a blind eye and playing the good soldier while you prance around pretending to be something you're not — a go-getter, a leader, a champion — then I can promise you the screws knocked loose in your head by Lannister and Mr. DEDEDE will pale in comparison to the calamity I have prepared for you on Voltage. I am going to admit you into the institution of chaos that is Y2Impact with an all-expenses-paid free tuition. I am going to tear you apart and reestablish myself as the controlling power on Voltage exactly as I've been for the majority of the career, and then afterward? At Pain for Pride, I'm going to take a marker and draw a line in the middle of that ring separating boys from men, and you're going to be on the wrong side of history that night. You’ll be experiencing the afterglow of a World Championship reign, with what you possessed only fully occurring to you once that championship has left your fingertips and taken new residency around another man’s waist. You haven't yet learned how easy it is for someone who has catapulted on the ladder of stardom to be flung off their pedestal, how easy it is for a "success story" to become your run-of-the-mill blip on the radar. The problem with “success stories” is that as long as there’s air flowing through your lungs, whatever you are currently isn’t permanent. Your current success doesn’t exempt you from failing in your future. That’s the folly of man; so many people who attain luxury with their heads firmly ensconced in the clouds of their fortune are too ignorant to realize they have to maintain it. So, Ares Vendetta, you owned the moment, but are you now prone to become a prisoner of it? Are you primed to follow in the stumbling footsteps of your forebears? Or will you break the chain and shatter a mold? You don’t know, because the future isn’t set in stone, it’s undetermined, and it’s exactly because there is no destiny that I walked away from the first ever forty-man Grand Rampage using the dreams of thirty-nine enemies as a ladder to tromp my way to the top of the mountain. On Voltage, your head becomes another rung on my ladder, more twine on a rope that I will ultimately strangle you with.

But why am I so calm, so confident about my chances against you inside that four-sided playground on Voltage? Simple: I can telegraph your words just as easily as I'm capable of predicting your offense, and in the end I'm going to put the current Answers World Champion at a disadvantage so heavily lopsided that you'll end up wondering what the hell happened and realizing you'll have to alter your approach for Pain for Pride to have a fighting chance of “overcoming the odds." If anything, you should trash the math, focus on the human element, and feel fortunate you have three opponents at Pain for Pride instead of just one because I can guarantee the conflict in that ring will allow you time to recover and regroup — I will not. You call your adversaries “mongrels.” Maybe that applies to the likes of Tyler Parker and Devan Dubian, two superstars who always had potential but had their share of difficulties before finally reaching the promised land, but it holds the weight of a single feather when you mention my name in the same breath as that word. I’m a thoroughbred; the rare prodigy in this industry that not only met expectations, but exceeded them. That’s the difference between elitists like you and extremists like me, Ares Vendetta. You slap self-given titles on yourself like clockwork simply because they sound intimidating without any real meaning behind them, you address all of your opponents uniformly as if they’re obstacles you have to cross more so than human beings — as if they’re target practice for a gun that is always loaded and never misses — but against you, I am the anomaly in every sense of the word because instead of clinging to my humanity, I’ve shunned it and distanced myself so far from my flesh and blood that I transformed into The Machine. I had multiple options presented before me, and instead of filling in either bubble, I ran against the grain and chose to be Other. You can blindly pigeonhole me or ascribe me under some hot new buzzword, but in the end you do yourself the greatest disservice of all by thinking two steps behind me while I’m leaps and bounds ahead of everybody else. Cock that gun and approach Voltage as if it’s any other match — any other opponent — but whether you remember what I’m about to say or forget and discover it later, I don’t care: My armor is unbreakable.

Pain For Pride I: Resilience 

It's been seven years since I made my professional wrestling debut. I've had my fair share of ups and downs, but that is what made me who I am today. The bumpy roads, the heavy winds. It's all a part of who I am. It has been a long and tedious journey. I've faced many hardships and tribulations. I've busted my ass to get this far. I've scratched and clawed to make it here and there shouldn't be any doubt about that in anyone's mind. Many have come and many have gone but I am still here fighting, fighting for a moment. A moment I think is long overdue. I came THIS close to getting that moment time and time again. And time and time again it was snatched from within my grasp. I didn't start chasing after the World Heavyweight Championship when I signed on the dotted line and joined EAW. I've been chasing after the World Championship since I was a little kid. I've been dreaming about being champ forever. I have my eyes firmly locked on the title, I am more focused than I have ever been. When I lost Grand Rampage I told myself I would never allow anybody to take from me again. And that is exactly what I will do. Anyone that tries to take from me again better be prepared for anything because I'm not going to give up my dream under any circumstances. Regardless how many times I stumble, regardless how many times I fall. Scott Oasis may have the big belt in his possession, but I am the champion. I earned the right to call myself the champ a long, LONG time ago. My reign is one victory away from being validated, one victory away from officially beginning. I remember when I won my first championship like it was yesterday. The legendary Mister K utterly destroyed the hopes and dreams of every aspiring New Breed Champion at the time. He ruled the division with an iron fist. It didn't seem like anyone would be capable of dethroning him and ending his reign of terror but I did. I dethroned Mister K and ended his reign of terror, all hope was restored and I was on top of the world. Not long after that I won the National Elite Championship and became the first man in the history of EAW to hold both championships at the same time. Then I engaged in a war against Y2Impact. A war that would determine the first ever Answers World Champion. Unfortunately, Impact triumphed over me and destroyed me physically and emotionally. I thought I would never achieve success as an elitist ever again, I was banished from promised land, I lost everything. But several years later I came back, stronger than ever, better than ever. I showed the EAW universe exactly why I belong in the main event of Pain For Pride. Yeah, I failed many times. i was unsuccessful when I needed to be successful the most. I lost many opportunities that were mine for the taking. Many people lost faith in me. They gave up on me. And I totally get why. They were disappointed in me and they had every right to be. I'm thankful for their support nonetheless. And to those who have been with me through thick and through thin I am in debt to you. Words can't describe how much your support means to me. I won't let you down again. Scott Oasis' days as World Heavyweight Champion are counted. He can deny it as much as he would like to but deep down inside he knows it's all over for him. He knows he will meet his demise come Pain For Pride 9 and I will end my journey and ultimately reach my destination.

These people deserve a better champion than you, Oasis. This company NEEDS someone like me to represent it. You're a joke of a champion. I know you probably don't give a damn what I think or what these people think  and it's alright if you don't care what I think about you but you should care how they feel about you because it's thanks to them that you are here. It is because of them you've been allowed to make it as far as you have. You don't own Dynasty, Omerta doesn't own Dynasty. These people own Dynasty, the Dy-hards! They run this place. And they deserve some respect. Having a bitch like you as champion is disrespectful. Not just to them, Oasis, but to me and other guys as well. You never should have been champion, you aren't worthy of holding that championship belt. You are champion nonetheless. Congrats. Nothing lasts forever though. i hope you know that. I hope you know that the clock is ticking, that the sand is about to hit the bottom of the hourglass. Your time is almost up. And my time is now. I've been waiting for this my entire life, Oasis. I know this must mean something to you, but it means a whole lot more for me. I'm not just going to be competing in one of the main events of Pain For Pride, I am not just going to be challenging for a World Championship.. This all has a much bigger meaning to me than that. I can't even explain it with words. I have another shot at redemption, Oasis,  and this could very well be my last. I don't just want this, I NEED this. I need this badly and I will willingly do whatever it takes to emerge victorious from our combat. I know you. In fact, I know you better than you know yourself. I know you have no balls and that you are a coward. You will probably try to find the easy way out of this. You will probably use Omerta to aid you in this war and honestly? I'm not going complain if you do, I won't even oppose the idea of Omerta getting involved and helping you win this match. As a matter of fact I encourage them to get involved. I DARE Omerta to get involved in our match. Because trust me, Oasis, if they do they will all fall. One by one. I'll vanquish them all without hesitation. I want you to utilize every weapon in your arsenal, I will do the same thing. Because I don't want to hear you making any excuses when I beat you and take what is rightfully mine. I want there to be no question, no doubt about who the winner is. I want the world to know what I already know that I am BETTER than you, that I am SUPERIOR to you.Without the shadow of a doubt. Your days as champion are counted, Scott Oasis. So enjoy these seven days as much as you can. It will all be over in a blink of an eye..

I can feel you in my lungs, feel you in my veins
Every night thoughts of you to make it to my brain
I’ve had others but girl they just not as good as you
Going crazy cause I only feel this good with you
Maybe I'm not as strong as I once was
When we were together I learned how to love
I was addicted to the shit like it was hard drugs
Cailin baby I love you but now I gotta go
Cause in the end what happens you already know
Probably wonder where I been at, I been laying low
But in my mind I'm wondering what I'm fighting for
All those other bitches on your jock but I can't fuck with that
You the only girl I need one day I will have you back
Even though you let her turn my world black
Tell me where you've been at
Uh, I used to have this shorty that go by the name Mai
She was my first way back when I didn't know how to fly
Skipping school with her on some truancy
Since thing and after Ariana it was just you and me
Doing me good, that's what I thought at first
Me and you together swear to god I saw that work
Competing with you though girl it's just so hard to work
Uh, my heart is hard at work
Felt like we been together like ten years, since I was a young woman
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go
What will they write upon my grave
A free girl born as a Sky Princess, who died as a love slave 
But everything she gave her was for nothing though
Oh no I can't fade that shit I gotta let you go
You got me tripping like a flight to Vegas
All this shit you got me doing girl it's outrageous
All I know is I'm living the life I never would
Finally let you go, I thought I never could
Don't get me wrong can't forget the times shared
Seem like everywhere I go I always know you there
Tried to run but my legs won't
I look away but my head don't
I love it when you're fresh
I love it when I take your top off and we share the same breath
I hate it that I need you, Cailin
But I love it when I feel you Cailin
I hate that I bleed for you
Uh, I long and I need for you
But I love it when I taste you
Nothing can replace you
I wish I could erase you, you're everywhere I go
But you're everywhere I long to be
And all these other people that don't seem to understand I'm just a woman they always ask what's wrong with me
Girl you was everything I crave
You're the only thing I let in that would put me in the grave
I'm the Xena to your Gabby
But I was feeling like a love slave whenever you were around me


Slave for the Slayin
Said I was a love slave for the Slayin
Been a slave for ya what I’m sayin
I'm was a muthafuckin love slave for ya
Slave for the Slayin
Cailin, I’m sayin
I was slave for ya Cailin
Now I break the chains…


No more playin.


I stopped the recording and laid back in the chair outside of Eclipse’s manor. I promised I wouldn’t contact Cailin, but I needed to express myself in some way. The pain in my heart was still fresh and all too real. What I had plan was going to put me at odds with the woman I once shared the same bed with. No matter who I’m going to be in the ring with, I was going to pull no punches. I’m willing to end a career or two if I had to. As I came to terms with this, the voices in my head ceased. Eventually I realized it was because I was now voicing their wants, ideas, and darkest thoughts. I am the temptress Mia Matsuda, Sky Princess Cloud Matsuda, vicious Dark Cloud, and the invincible War Queen in the making.

My name is Stephanie Mia Matsuda. This is the beginning of my story…

The story of how I became the Best in the World. 

“Know what? Fuck it.”

Send file? Yes.

Throughout my time in wrestling, I've generally been well-liked by my colleagues. As somebody younger in CWF, I was willing to pay my dues until I decided to take my own chance. Taking my own chance meant being a lackey to Heart Break Boy for a while, but taking my own chance also involved challenging him, beating him, and shutting down one of the biggest egos in the locker room. It seems like several EAW people are behind me here, from little nudges of encouragement week after week to people like Rex McAllister - Rex of all people! - saying that James Shields is making a mistake. I've been saying that this whole time, because I'm the one he's been targeting. Apparently, Rex agrees, even though there wasn't any reason for him to stick his neck out in this way. To all of you, not letting myself down is all the motivation I'll ever need. But, having you guys in my corner for the week won't hurt.

The numbers are suddenly on my side outside the ring. I'll have to find a way to make that mean something, because the numbers won't be on my side inside the ring. The only way I'll be beaten is with numbers, but thankfully, some of the nuts in these match won't understand that. Luke Reign, one to ramble and curse about nothing, may not understand the idea of this match at all. It's not about destroying people; it's about throwing them over the top rope. Go ahead. Try to destroy me. You're exactly the type of person I can outthink. Getting angry already? That's because you're not thinking. Good luck - maybe you'll eliminate yourself. Meanwhile, Piff Fumador rambles about nothing in a more fun way, but I'm not sure he completely understands what's at stake. That being said, he might be the biggest individual threat. That still leaves several people I don't know about, but let's be honest - to all of my opponents, is a split of less than 20 grand what you all want? After taxes, you've got enough to buy a bicycle. Go for the 100 grand as individuals. When I duck you and flip you over the ropes, at least you knew you had a shot to become rich.

I'd be approaching you with respect if I saw you as fellow wrestlers trying to qualify for Pain For Pride's Cash In The Vault. And, obviously, that's who you all are. But, as I said earlier, you're more than that. You're all helping James Shields realize an awful snafu to its fullest extent. You're working to help a robbery take place. And, since it's at my expense, you're all enemies. And soon, you'll all be failures. I know this would be a great career booster for all of you. Unfortunately for you, I'm in your way, and you're in mine.

Terry Chambers, Piff Fumador, Godfall, Victer Maero, Sage Condit: wait your turn. Luke Reign, I'll get that sentence translated for you in a language you understand: AWAHOAHWAERCBEARRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

I DID NOT LOSE!!!! I-DID-NOT-FUCKING-LOSE!! TIG KELLY! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I DID NOT LOSE TO YOU, MY WIN STREAK IS STILL IN TACT AND I'M STILL GOING TO PAIN FOR PRIDE AND BECOME SOMETHING THAT EVERYONE WANTS TO BE AND THAT'S MISTER CASH IN THE VAULT! I don't know what type of "victory" that has transpired on Dynasty but I demand it to be taken out of the record books RIGHT NOW! This is not a joke, this isn't a fucking game, you can't treat someone who is obviously better than everyone in the Cash In The Vault Ladder Match, you don't treat your soon to be World Champion like that! I'm the best thing that Dynasty...no I"M THE BEST FUCKING THAT THIS COMPANY HAS TO OFFER AND FOR SOME ODD REASON THE REF WANTS TO COUNT TO THREE WHEN I OBVIOUSLY KICKED OUT!?!? BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT!!! What kind of pussy ass sport is this!? This shit right here is why EAW has remained irrelevant, not able to breakout to the upper echelon of sports that has been revered around the world! They have crooked refs as their employees to screw guys over like me because I don't treat these sons of bitches like they are human! And why the fuck should I!? I am an already made success before I came to this company, regardless of what happens that doesn't deter from the fact that no matter what I do I will remain successful and relevant and that's something that people like Tig Kelly, people like these stupid referees and the lower class in general feels about it. One win or one loss will make or break them because if that referee didn't screw me out of my match against that poor miserable bastard who should be hunted down along with his poor and miserable mother and father and every last one of them should be raped to death because of the sins that they have committed towards me! But like I said one win or loss breaks them because he knows if he lose that everything that he had said about himself is a damn lie. I would have taken away his credibility, I would have taken away his nickname "THE ENDER"I WOULD HAVE IT ALL BECAUSE I'M THE ONE WHO HAS BEATEN HIM!! I've dominated that match, I should have won and I would have if the fucking referees weren't so damn crooked and idiotic they would've have seen MY SHOULDERS WERE UP OFF THE MAT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT WAS EVER MADE! I'M THE REAL FAVORITE GOING INTO THIS MATCH, I'M THE LEGITIMATE HEIR TO BE MISTER CASH IN THE VAULT! THAT BRIEFCASE WAS MINE THE MOMENT I HAVE BEATEN JJ SILVA TO EARN MY SPOT INTO THIS MATCH! The tragedy that has transpired on Dynasty has only proved to me and around the world is that this company has a bunch of pussies that claim that they are real men! I'M THE ONLY REAL MAN THAT'S LEFT OF THIS COMPANY AND THANKS TO ME DYNASTY HAS BECAME THE MOST WATCH BRAND, HELL THE MOST WATCHED THING ON TV TODAY! NOW I KNOW HOW STEPH CURRY AND THE WARRIORS FELT WHEN THEY WERE SCREWED OUT OF THE NBA CHAMPIONSHIPS! THIS IS EXACTLY THAT, THESE REFEREES ARE OUT TO TEAR DOWN SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE! THESE REFEREES ARE LIKE THE POLICE, THEY ARE INCOMPETENT, MORALLY CORRUPTED PEOPLE WHO ABUSES THEIR POWER! I DEMAND THEY GET FIRED FOR SAYING THAT I LOST TO TIG KELLY!! I GOT SCREWED, I GOT FUCKING SCREEEWWWWWED!!!!! But you know what!? YOU KNOW FUCKING WHAT!? I'M GLAD THAT THIS IS A LADDER MATCH AND I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU PATHETIC, MISERABLE, WASTE OF LIFE ARE GUNNING FOR ME! I knew since I returned and I have done whatever I need to do to win and carry this company on my back, I see it in your eyes that every one of you wants to keep me from winning that briefcase. I also know how much you all want to punch your ticket into the main event scene and become a world champion but you know what? If it's in the hands of someone that's not The Black Prince then you're doom to fail when you decide to cash in. And do you want to know why every last one of you are doom to fail!? IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SIMPLY NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! Everything that i have done to my return when I have defeated every last man that has been put in front of me, I have boosted Dynasty and Voltage's ratings along with Battleground. I have given men opportunity after opportunity be inside the ring with the mastermind of the squared circle and shared the limelight with me. Even right now I have given each and every last one you a spotlight for you to shine in. SO IN RETURN I EXPECT YOU ALL TO JUST LAY THERE AND LET ME ACHIEVE MY DESTINY AND CLAIM THAT BRIEFCASE! It's not because I feel like I deserve it, it's not because other feels like I deserve it but I'm entitled to it and when Pain For Pride is finish, I will be leaving this trash of a spectacle and walk out with that briefcase! So I hope you're happy Tig, I hope you are because now I'm pissed off! So if there is anyone who has any hope of winning you might as well not even show up because I'm coming in to clean house and rectify any wrongs that has been done to me. At Pain For Pride I promise each and every one of you that you're going to see why I am very confident in my abilities to win this match. It doesn't matter if someone has been here longer than me or a short amount of time than me, all that matters is that I'm going to claim what is mine. I'm going to treat you all the dirty little slaves that you are, I will punish you for thinking that you have a chance in beating me. You all know that you can't, I'm smarter than every last one of you, I'm stronger and I'm more durable that every last one of you. If anything I'm going to let you all beat yourselves while I stand off to the side, taking a break after carrying Dynasty when I made my return and just watch you all crash and burn like a demolition derby. Once you all are too tired, and too weak to even set up a ladder, move a finger or whatever I will swoop by and take away the one thing that all of you crave the most. I have said it before and I have said it again, you never want to mess with a man whose shoes are worth more than you and after being screwed, poked and antagonized to no end by you lower class people, then the sweetest moment is when I become Prince Cash In The Vault, I will go on and win whatever World championship I want and be something that you all could only fantasize of becoming.

It would seem that ever since I reappeared on the scene, there has been an unconventional bounty out against me. And it is not so direct where others would be able to recognize it but I know when I am being strung along. As someone who had the dissatisfaction of being strung along for the better part of their career, I can assure you that I know when the upper management is trying to banter me. So it is not exactly as if this is anything unfamiliar but I would have figured that these pompous arse board members would have a bit more indebtedness to their newest entree to the Hall of Fame. It is not like I drove the sales to the peak headlining Pain for Pride last year and in measure, win the Answers World Championship or anything. And it is not like I held onto that same championship for the next half of a dozen months outmaneuvering every elitist set in my path or anything. And it is definitely not like I was actually considered as a contender and should have been the authentic victor of the Elitist of the Year or anything. When the company was reaping benefits off of me before, they did not seem to mind what the hell I had mind. Now, they suddenly have complications because I have decided to take back what is rightly mine. There has not been an elitist in the past or present who has lost his world title and not been permitted to a rematch and especially given that I was extorted by the current champion, I should hold the sizable entitlement to challenge for that title yet I am being wavered off as someone extraneous because of constant threats by the upper management. They have limited my movements around the company and in terms, placed me in unflattering situations the past two weeks. To my knowledge, there are three other entrees going through the Hall of Fame ceremony this year and yet, none of them have been placed with limitations. They are not being certified for their spot, they can sleep well assured that they have made it. Yet the bullshit Voltage management cannot seem to separate themselves from their ego and see a need to confine me because I do not see the things the way they do. Given the magnitude of pandemonium my fellow entrees have caused in the past few years, I should be seen as a saint for my actions. But instead, they choose to play the devils advocate. I suppose when I am set free Pain for Pride, I will know who to accuse after I can willingly vent and absolutely dismantle my opponents and rightfully claim what is mine once and for all.

But my accusations can wait another week, I have another opponent to focus on this week on Voltage. It is another brit by the name of Liam Catterson whom I am all too familiar with given that he was the first of many to try and fail in challenging for my Answers World Championship when I reigned as a vindicator. People often tend to tell me that their first defense is usually the most momentous and meaningful but that certainly was not the case with me. In all fairness to myself though, you are not all that extraordinary, Liam. You had one self satisfying run in EAW during its minimum ground of success and ever since then, you have been an afterthought. In fact, I would probably argue that every other defense that I had during my reign was somehow more remarkable than your match because at least they brought some sort of a relevancy influence with them. You on the other hand were a mere replacement for StarrStan at Midsummer Massacre because he suffered an injury. I will give you props however Liam for not letting your pride take a dive to the base of the pool despite knowing all that because you still came out to compete but regrettably for you, you found me at the peak of my heights where divinity itself could have not been sufficient enough to stop me. And surely you can claim that after a few months dwindled in rehabilitation, I may have left my edge. But much like how you see me in a reasonable way, I respect you enough to see you as a reasonable man who understands that this is not just like any of my other returns, I do not aspire anything so trivial as awareness now - I am all in it for revenge and revenge alone. Unlike before Liam, I have no demons but one left to conquer, I face no tension because I know no pressure and I would probably argue that I am more ready now than I ever have been in my whole life. And whilst I get ready to compete and main event the pinnacle event of the year a second year in a row, your most imminent concern right now is defacing me and my brand. You might think that would bruise me but I could not be more complimented. To see a man in his former glory gloat about defacing someone else when Pain for Pride is almost near just proves to me how vast my brand has become in the last year. You can conspire against me all you want because you would only be joining a list of a few other dozen elitists and management who have done the same but at the end of the call, the result will be no different than it was last year - me walking over you as a sidestep and walking out of Pain for Pride as the Answers World Champion. Time has not coped you well Liam Catterson but in given time, I can assure you that will finally walk that stage as an accepted Hall of Fame Entree.

OOC - Sorry deadline complete got away from me this week, didn't want to not post something so here is something short, may not count, but oh well. - OOC

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As the scene opened up Kevin Hunter was seen in a darkened locker room looking straight into the camera with a smirk on his face, he leaned forward.

"Nico Borg and Butcher, this Friday night LIVE on the final stop before Pain for Pride... the final Dynasty before the biggest event, the three of us are going to go to fucking war with one another and as it will come down to nothing more than guts and will power, for the both of you, as Friday night you will find out just what the hell I am all about, nothing will stop the King of Chaos... it begins with a Killer Effect... and it ends with me pinning one of your pathetic shoulders to the mat, but ya see this will not be the final time we step into the ring... because at Pain for Pride, you step into this thing called the 24/7 battle royal and I will prove my dominance once again... Butcher, I don't see why you're even here anymore, the truth of the matter is YOU are nothing to EAW anymore!.." [he chuckled, lighting up a cigarette] "and than we've got the myth, Nico Borg a man who actually thinks he's something special... let me give you a word of advice, just shut the fuck up, brother... better yet, this Friday night on Dynasty... I'm gonna shot both your asses up, when you fall to the Empire of CHAOS!"

A twisted smirk formed on his face as he stood up, glaring into the camera.