Once again I'm denied what's mine due to some fuckboi shit. Or is it fuckgurl? Who the hell knows. Every time I hear "Surfacing" by Slipknot, I always get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Lo and behold, here comes Miss Germany interrupting a match she has no business sticking her nose in with her impeccable timing. Is that part of 'German Efficiency'? Is it a German thing to disrupt someone's life- oh wait. Don't answer that...

(Laughs to herself)

Karma's a beautiful thing Tarah. The person you talked shit about me with will be on my side this week. And we all know how Cai feels about losing. It's something she's not used to Tarah. And if last week's Voltage was any consolation, it's going to be hell to try and take us down. But hell is a place you thrive in right? Good. I'll be more than happy to turn up the heat.

Cam...last time our paths crossed in a tag situation, you was among the casualties. I don't know why James Shields threw you and Cai in this mess, but it is what it is. I had no beef with you- until you started running that mouth of yours. Seriously Cam, do you think of anyone but yourself? All you do is run that trap of yours without much thought. Last time we danced you and your buddies were laid out while Formation stood tall in the ring. In fact it might have been our first victory. But yet, you like everyone else talk shit while ignoring your losses, ignoring the moment we locked eyes after Aria whopped your sorry ass, after I took Haruna's girlfriend to Cloud City not one, not two, but five times! Yeah, keep talking shit about me. Keep underestimating me Cam. Sanatorium underestimated Formation and we proved we're just as hardcore as any extremist. Tarah underestimated me and I gave her the ride of her life. Haruna underestimated me and I stole her dream of being a two time champion. Keep underestimating me Cam...cause I know there's one more accolade left for you to achieve. The sad thing about that is I'm closer to obtaining it than you are. Keep talking shit Cam and before you know it you'll be seething backstage as I win my first world title. Keep underestimating me Cam because my dreams will become your nightmares.

Kendra and the Formation are performing their first gig at the Cedar Park Center, playing our hit single "We Don't Hate Everyone- Just You". Keep talking that shit...until you’re choking on your own blood.

Time to fly.

So tell me, DEDEDE? How long can you keep this up? This God Complex you say that still stands tall and strong. How long? How long before someone else besides Ares Vendetta sees straight through the walls that they shouldn't be able to see through? See through your other-worldly sized ego, and builds a titanic and other-worldly sized granite that could destroy every fixture of those stone walls, obliterating everything on the other side of those walls, your ego and everything else that you are made of in one fell-swoop? What happens then? Huh? Seeing everything that you're truly made of inside, and starts to freely criticize and reprimand you on one of those late night "ROASTING OF MR. DEDEDE" shows? Roasting you, not for being a fraud per say, but for being a living, breathing walking contradiction. You see, the society that is the rest of Elite Answers Wrestling regards you, Mr. DEDEDE, for everything you are, and everything you've done like you are a society all of your own, but yet you, being too high on your pedestal that you can't find in yourself to regard somebody like them or me. Telling people that you are more mentally, physically, and spiritually than them doesn't make them more frail by comparison to your own ego, and not everyone takes a tumble. Some guys may, but I'm not some guys. I'm Rex McAllister, and your right, DEDEDE, I am a man that can stand on his own two feet. I am a man that will go to any lengths necessary to make sure I go on and have a fulfilling career in this company, and prosper and succeed long enough to establish MY OWN legacy here, because I too love this business. I already said so before my qualifying match for Cash In The Vault. So don't think I'm putting on act just because of who you are in this company. You may wear your emotions on you everywhere you go? But don't act like everybody you come face to face with is wearing nothing but fake masks and that inside they are filled with nothing but hot air. I've worked my ass off eight months, taking my bumps, licking my wounds for a few minutes after a match, but then that's it. Whether it's a win or loss, a draw, no contest. It doesn't matter. I pick myself back up, and I press on. I don't dwell, I get better. You were so badly concussed after Grand Rampage, you weren't sure what life after wrestling held for you. Sure you would have family, and maybe that WOULD be enough for the rest of your life span. Waking up everyday seeing the one you hold dear to you, and gave your heart soul to, and kissing her good morning, fixing her breakfast. Being dad and calling your kids up on Friday night to check on them and how their lives are coming along. But this. THIS BUSINESS is the very thing that sums up your individuality, who Ryan Adams is. It's the ONLY thing that anybody else cares about. So when you said you were one-hundred percent clear to return, the rest EAW was put on notice, no doubt. Personally, when I found out your return match was gonna be against me, your damn right I looked at it as a huge opportunity for me. This is an opportunity for me to grow, which I already mentioned to you a couple of days ago. Your ONE loss alone this year make up all of mine since I've been here. That loss may have awoken parts inside you that were dormant, but consider everything that my losses, and humbled beginnings have awoken inside of me over the course of time. I don't have a God complex. No. If we're talking about psychological complexes, then I would have to say I have a heroes complex, where I know I'm good, but I'm trying real hard, almost too hard for everyone else to recognize it to. My foundation is not based on sand, that's like saying my style in that ring could never hold a candle to yours, when the truth is my style is whatever it needs to be for me to get the job done. I'm not Ares, I'm not Tyler Parker, I'm not Diamond Cage, Jaywalker, or Impact. I'm Rex McAllister. A.k.a., The Rex Master. Master of my craft. The next superstar in the making whether you or anyone else sees it or not. You won't run roughshod over me, your gonna run INTO me, and I'm gonna stand my ground, and I'm gonna fight until I can't fight no more. I'm a wrestler, not a punching, not cannon fodder for you to look good and walk out looking like a million bucks. I ain't some sacrificial lamb led out to pasture to be slaughtered by you. I'm getting the best of DEDEDE? Good. Your getting my absolute best as well. Every second of every minute that goes by when you realize that I am everything I just claimed myself to be, things I've said now for months. I guarantee you that by time it is all over, there will be five words that will resonate in your mind when it comes to me, DEDEDE? 

I was wrong about you.

You don't regard me, you underestimate me, you don't care what I think. Your opinion of me is final. Right? Yeah. No. Nice stone walls there Mr. DEDEDE.  Sorry. My hero complex it's going to allow me to run through and knock down those stone walls, and make the biggest statement of the year at your expense. Yeah, you got a God Complex alright. But you ain't no God, and I'm not the one whose going to tumble. I'm the one that's going to stand tall.

( The camera fades into a room, roughly 20 feet x 20 feet in size. The room is mostly plain, with the exception of a few pictures hanging up on the walls and a plant sitting in one of the corners. In the middle of the room sits a desk with two chairs, on one side Albert Hitchman, the other Scott Diamond. Albert looks down at his laptop and raises his eyebrows )

Albert: Turbo… really… Turbo?!

( He looks up from his chair and shakes his head at Scott who just shrugs back )

Albert: And against Devan Dubian… do you want me to see if he said anything?

Scott: No, that’s okay, I don’t really care about the match.

Albert: Good, good. Nor should you. You just got out of the hospital, you can’t be focusing on Devan Dubian… we need to come up with a strategy… WE’RE GOING TO MAKE DIAMOND PAY FOR WHAT HE DID! I’ve been thinking and maybe we--

Scott: What did he say?

Albert: Who?

Scott: Dubian…

Albert: I thought you said you didn’t care.

Scott: I don’t care, but I want to win, so what did he say?

Albert: Scott… if you’re not gonna take my advice at least take your doctor’s… there’s a reason why you aren’t booked on Showdown. You’re not supposed to be competing. I don’t care that EAW has their plans for Turbo, they’ll find another opponent for Dubian, you’re not going to compete.

Scott: WHAT DID HE SAY?!

Albert*sighing*: Alright let’s see… *Albert logs onto the EAW website and begins scrolling and puts his left hand on his chin*. I don’t see anything… nope nothing.

( Scott sits back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest and nods his head slightly )

Albert: See, he doesn’t care, so neither should you. He has bigger things happening, he has to focus on Pain For Pride and so do you. You don’t need this!

Scott: But I want it.

Albert: WHY? WHAT PURPOSE DOES IT SERVE YOU?! YOU DON’T NEED THE MOMENTUM… YOU DON’T NEED ANY MOMENTUM EVER! YOU’RE A MONSTER, YOU’RE A BEAST, YOU’RE A MACHINE… MOMENTUM IS A MYTH TO YOU! SCOTT… PLEASE!!

Scott: It’s the list.

Albert: Th-- the list? THE BUCKET LIST? And what’s on that? To compete on Turbo? No. To beat Devan Dubian? No. There’s nothing for this on that list.

Scott: Well then we’re gonna add to it. Pull up the list right now on your computer. Big bold letters Albert. BIG BOLD LETTERS. I want you to knock everything down a space, and right at the top I’m adding a new goal. I want to win every match.

Albert*beginning to type but then stopping*: Shouldn’t that always be agoal, do you really need me to add it to the list?

Scott: I want to win every match.

Albert: But--

Scott: I want to win every match.

Albert: I get that, I’m just saying--

Scott: Albert you don’t get what I’m saying, so let me maybe re-word it a bit. I’m GOING to win every match. I’m not going to lose… ever. I’m undefeated since my return, it’s gonna stay like that on Wednesday WHEN I DO COMPETE and destroy Dubian, and it’s going to continue every week after that. Any means necessary Albert, it’s a goal… add it to the list.

Albert: Scott--

Scott: No, I don’t wanna hear it Albert. You speak FOR ME, that’s it. That’s why I hired you, that’s what I pay you for. I don’t pay you to think for me, or advise me, I call the shots, I make the decisions, you have no say. I’m competing, I’m beating Devan Dubian, I’m going to embarrass one of Voltage’s “finest”... and that’s that, period.

Albert: Alright, there it’s added to the list, okay?

Scott: Good.

( An awkward silence fills the room. Scott looks down at the floor while Albert continues to look at his computer screen. After about fifteen seconds or so Albert closes his laptop and looks at Scott )

Albert: Look, I get that, I get all of that. You’re the man, I’m the man behind the man, I do what you can’t… I get all that. But beyond just being your business associate, I’m also your friend. We’ve been friends for years, I’m just looking out for you.

Scott: I don’t need looking out for, you should know that. I’ve been in EAW for nearly six years and you’ve been with me for collectively… a few months. I’ve accomplished way more without you than with you… I don’t want you to think tha--

Albert: Let’s drop it. Okay? Okay. You’re gonna compete on Turbo, so what now? Gameplan?

Scott: Against Dubian? Yeahhh okay. No gameplan needed. Dubian may have shaken his old monikers of being a choke artist, he’s been World Champion, he’s won the Grand Rampage, he’s going into the hall of fame… all these things accomplished while I wasn’t here. I’m not saying it’s a direct result, but it could be, it’s strange, more than strange really. And now that I’m back… Dubian goes back to what he WAS. To what he ALWAYS was. To what he ALWAYS WILL BE AS LONG AS I'M AROUND. That you don’t have to put on the list Albert, but I guarantee it.

One thing is promised in life. It is promised that so long as you live you have to deal with the burden of your own free agency. A pecking order of personal priorities must be established by every man, and many times these decisions effect more people than just themselves. But inevitably YOU must decide what matters the most to you. Is it your family? Your friendships? Your health? Your career? Your sanity? What are you willing to hold near and dear, and what are you willing to sacrifice? And among all else, it's your burden to decide what means everything to you?

Every EAW Elitist has to account for one question, is your legacy worth fighting for?

Did you ever ask yourself why you're here? Do you do this just for the money? I did. I'll admit, I stepped through the gates of the wrestling business knowing that if I became a great, I could have anything my heart desired.

Do you do it because you love it? I do, I love every bit of this. Even in my darkest days, in moments of despair, I find solace in knowing that I'm living my dream, that I'm able to test myself every day and do what a natural born competitor does best -- compete.

Do you do this for your family? Always. I fought with everything I had to provide for my loved ones, and move my family to greener pastures. My name alone provides an opportunity for my own bloodline to succeed. 

Do you do it for the fans? I do. I continue when everything tells me to quit because I know I've inspired and continued to inspire so many people, and if there's one person, one kid who draws inspiration and strength from what I do then why would I ever give up on them? Subsequently why would I give up on myself?

Isolate the aforementioned reasons of why you're here and you have just motives. Motives come by the millions, everybody has on. But put these motives all together in some way and what you have is a legacy. 

Again, ask yourself, is your legacy worth fighting for? Maybe it's not. Maybe you're just here for the money. Maybe you just love to hurt people. Perhaps you enjoy the instant gratification that comes with winning championship titles and accolades. But I have a million reasons why I'm still here. I have a million reasons why I didn't bow out to a concussion, I have a million reasons why I'm competing at Pain for Pride and yes, even why I'm competing on the return of Turbo. And on Turbo I face someone who knows a lot about my Pain for Pride opponent. He goes by the name of Rex McAllister, and he, like Xavier, are fighting to establish some part of their legacy whether they realize it or not. 

I come with many sides, Rex. I'm built with layers upon layers, but you might be surprised to know I'm actually very easy to figure out. It's just like I've mentally fucked the entire public's perception on me, that they don't really know what to expect because I always come with the unexpected. But I'm simple yet sophisticated, unalloyed yet transparent, straightforward yet nuanced. The more you push me, the more surprises you'll get, but there's one thing that should never surprise you, and it's why I do this. Why I do this directly translates to how. To account for my accomplishments in this ring, you need to understand the man I am outside it. I took another look at what my legacy is, because for so long I've written off the value of a "legacy" as nothing more than a fleeting, meaningless concept. I felt people who valued legacies were shallow in the soul... and it's perhaps why I never valued the adoration I received from so many people over mine. But the past number of weeks I got to sit down and take a hard, second look at what my legacy is. That's the silver lining behind my recent health issues, it's allowed me to slow down and take a look around me and appreciate what I have. Before I would constantly mourn what I've lost while ungratefully glossing over letters, e-mails, text messages -- some I have thoroughly read, some I haven't -- telling me how important I am to someone. Messages, an outpouring of messages, of love, expression, passion -- things that I never even bothered to look twice at -- were revisited this time, and this time around it hit me like a speeding bus. All of the people who get inspired from my drive, my dedication, devotion and passion... I could feel all of it, I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it, the hairs on my arms and neck are standing up just talking about it. I felt everything I gave reciprocated from everyone wishing my well. I felt appreciated to the point of being embarrassed, because I felt like I didn't deserve it, and I still don't. I'm not a superhero, I'm not a policeman or a fire fighter, I don't save lives. I'm not even necessarily a good person... I'm just -- I'm a wrestler. But people have seen me bare all to the world and wear my heart on my sleeve, put my physical well being on the line so many times and lay everything on the chopping block... and it inspires people to do it in their own lives. And it's not just the fans... I went to my little nieces junior high graduation today, she graduated valedictorian this year. I got to surround myself with family, some who I haven't seen in such a long time, and just spend the last few days catching up. I woke up this morning with the smell of breakfast from my aunt, a woman who basically helped raise me even when she was flat broke and once upon a time could hardly scrape by to feed her children, and now I've never seen her more happy. I was surrounded by the next generation of kids in my family who otherwise would have been living in horrible neighborhoods, getting terrible educations and live meaningless lives -- and now they believe they can do anything and now they'll be provided with the best opportunities they can possibly get.

Rex, that's what you call the promised land. My career has been a stairway to heaven, and I've gotten to take so many people with me. Call it blasphemy when I call myself a God, call out my vanity, block out my cascading drivel of self impressed egotism, do what you want. I don't care. I don't care what you think of me. I don't care what you think of my words. I don't even care if you think Xavier Williams is truly the Best In The World. It was my ambition, my suffering, my devotion, my stubbornness, my defiance in the face of tribulation and hardship, and my outlook even in the midst of ruin! THAT - that was my road through hell, I walked the road through hell! I've walked the road through hell to ascend to the pearly gates. It all culminated in my 6th World Championship that I won in the Elimination Chamber match at this past Road To Redemption. That Answers World Title reign was like my 12th labor, it was my final trial. I proved that no matter the era, no matter the opponent, my strength was my resolve, and my resolve was as strong as a Gods.

This time around, I'm even stronger. Bad news for you, isn't it? The best case scenario for you was that you'd be competing against a dejected caricature of Mr. DEDEDE, but instead you're getting him at his best. 

"At his best", commonly used expression isn't it? It's what athletes say to sensationalize their level of performance, but those words are of no greater truth than when they leave my lips.

I am better mentally, physically, spiritually -- everything, than ever before. Do your double takes, wipe the crust from your eyes and look again, because my name next to yours on that match card is just about as real as my status as God of this ring. Everything I've experienced from the Grand Rampage to now has awoken parts inside of me that have been lying dormant. It's boosted my adrenaline tenfold -- knowing how many lives I touch, knowing what I'm personally capable of, and so forth. It's a selfless yet selfish journey I'm on, and there is no taking the high road for me, but this journey is because I made the right choice on the fork in the road, and I'm willing to carry every decision I make to the grave. My road to Pain for Pride is paved on good and bad intentions: good for my family, bad for you. I sit not on a high horse, but I reside inside a God Complex. You will find that this complex has it's foundation based on stone, while others are based on sand. Be ready Rex McIntyre, because you and your mentor will find out first hand exactly why my words outlive many men's careers, and it's because my words ring true. 

My God Complex stands.
Your frail ego will tumble like a house of cards.

Silence is something that I have grown accustomed to when I was brought up as a child and you can say that silence is probably my best friend. When you're on this journey to be successful, you have to do things that you're not proud of, you are more than likely have to do things that are morally corrupt. The things that you have done to people may keep you up at night screaming nonstop.and believe me I have seen it time and time again. Especially with the lineage that I come from this happens when you do whatever you can to be successful and I'm sure Winterborn that you have done that as well to preserve and maintain your dream to get to EAW and I'm sure that's the same with everyone else that enters this company. But through all the things you have done to get to here Phoenix do you honestly think deep down that you can not only beat me but go on to win Cash In The Vault? Actually, you don't even have to answer that question because when I look at you all that stands before me is a weak man that is made to bow before me. And I bet you think for someone who has been born into greatness, who came out of his mother's womb and was groomed to be the best, you think I didn't have to sacrifice anything to get to where I am at. While you toil away in the minor leagues sacrificing your body night in and night out to get noticed. You spent your entire career being a poor boy that had nothing while I had everything handed to me and what took you a lifetime to get a contract here in this company, it only took me a day to decide I want to make this company legit. Which is why it is only fitting that a man of my caliber, my prestige should not only beat you at Battleground but also go on and win Cash In The Vault. It amuses me when I see you and people like you struggle, because I never allowed for that weakness to get into my life. To avoid it and to ensure my success I even destroyed my immediate family to ensure my survival and to ensure my social status stays intact. And I get asked this all the time do I feel satisfied by destroying my family? Am I proud of cheating them out of their fortune, while also disrespecting the Brando name just to keep my social status in society? My answer was YES! I was damn proud of doing what I did to them because to me I deserve so much better and I be damned if someone like them ruin me! I have said it a thousand times and I'll say it again I AM THE END ALL BE ALL OF WHAT HUMANKIND! EVERYONE SHOULD STRIVE TO BE JUST LIKE ME, PEOPLE SHOULD HONOR ME AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THEY SHOULD ALL RESPECT THE MAN I HAVE BECAME! And you may ask yourself, what does any of that have to do with this match? Well Winterborn, what I have done in my past is a class example of what I'm willing to do to ensure that I succeed in everything I do. It doesn't matter how I do it, if it means stepping on people's toes to destroying everything that they have built with their own two hands making their entire life's work be in vain.I, and I alone has what it takes to succeed because outside of this small world that you have devoted your entire life too, I'm here to make it mine and I'm the only man that can succeed because I'm the only bastard in this match that's willing to destroy the lives around me if it means I WILL WALK OUT NOT ONLY IN THIS MATCH VICTORIOUS BUT ALSO LIFE IN GENERAL! I don't have soul, Winterborn, I don't have a moral compass, I act on what would interest me and what would benefit me in the long run if I beat the men who has not only tried to steal the spotlight from me, but to destroy every single participant in a match to show who is the odds on favorite to walk out of Pain For Pride as the winner! So if it makes you feel better Winterborn you can wish and pray and you can even go as for to claim that you're going to be the man that will prevent me from winning this match and also winning Cash In The Vault. Sad thing about all of it is that I have lived my entire life when people only wished the worse for man and even tried to ruin me but time and time again they couldn't stop my obsession to succeed and it's going to hold true after Monday when I leave you down on that canvas questioning your entire life. Winterborn, you to me you aren't even human, you're just an animal that needs to put down and I'll put you out of your misery come Battleground and once  it's all said and done the thing you will takeaway from this match is: You should have never messed with a man whose shoes is worth more than your entire life!Silence is something that I have grown accustomed to when I was brought up as a child and you can say that silence is probably my best friend. When you're on this journey to be successful, you have to do things that you're not proud of, you are more than likely have to do things that are morally corrupt. The things that you have done to people may keep you up at night screaming nonstop.and believe me I have seen it time and time again. Especially with the lineage that I come from this happens when you do whatever you can to be successful and I'm sure Winterborn that you have done that as well to preserve and maintain your dream to get to EAW and I'm sure that's the same with everyone else that enters this company. But through all the things you have done to get to here Phoenix do you honestly think deep down that you can not only beat me but go on to win Cash In The Vault? Actually, you don't even have to answer that question because when I look at you all that stands before me is a weak man that is made to bow before me. And I bet you think for someone who has been born into greatness, who came out of his mother's womb and was groomed to be the best, you think I didn't have to sacrifice anything to get to where I am at. While you toil away in the minor leagues sacrificing your body night in and night out to get noticed. You spent your entire career being a poor boy that had nothing while I had everything handed to me and what took you a lifetime to get a contract here in this company, it only took me a day to decide I want to make this company legit. Which is why it is only fitting that a man of my caliber, my prestige should not only beat you at Battleground but also go on and win Cash In The Vault. It amuses me when I see you and people like you struggle, because I never allowed for that weakness to get into my life. To avoid it and to ensure my success I even destroyed my immediate family to ensure my survival and to ensure my social status stays intact. And I get asked this all the time do I feel satisfied by destroying my family? Am I proud of cheating them out of their fortune, while also disrespecting the Brando name just to keep my social status in society? My answer was YES! I was damn proud of doing what I did to them because to me I deserve so much better and I be damned if someone like them ruin me! I have said it a thousand times and I'll say it again I AM THE END ALL BE ALL OF WHAT HUMANKIND! EVERYONE SHOULD STRIVE TO BE JUST LIKE ME, PEOPLE SHOULD HONOR ME AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THEY SHOULD ALL RESPECT THE MAN I HAVE BECAME! And you may ask yourself, what does any of that have to do with this match? Well Winterborn, what I have done in my past is a class example of what I'm willing to do to ensure that I succeed in everything I do. It doesn't matter how I do it, if it means stepping on people's toes to destroying everything that they have built with their own two hands making their entire life's work be in vain.I, and I alone has what it takes to succeed because outside of this small world that you have devoted your entire life too, I'm here to make it mine and I'm the only man that can succeed because I'm the only bastard in this match that's willing to destroy the lives around me if it means I WILL WALK OUT NOT ONLY IN THIS MATCH VICTORIOUS BUT ALSO LIFE IN GENERAL! I don't have soul, Winterborn, I don't have a moral compass, I act on what would interest me and what would benefit me in the long run if I beat the men who has not only tried to steal the spotlight from me, but to destroy every single participant in a match to show who is the odds on favorite to walk out of Pain For Pride as the winner! So if it makes you feel better Winterborn you can wish and pray and you can even go as for to claim that you're going to be the man that will prevent me from winning this match and also winning Cash In The Vault. Sad thing about all of it is that I have lived my entire life when people only wished the worse for man and even tried to ruin me but time and time again they couldn't stop my obsession to succeed and it's going to hold true after Monday when I leave you down on that canvas questioning your entire life. Winterborn, you to me you aren't even human, you're just an animal that needs to put down and I'll put you out of your misery come Battleground and once  it's all said and done the thing you will takeaway from this match is: You should have never messed with a man whose shoes is worth more than your entire life!

(EDITOR'S NOTE: Sorry this sucks. I had a part two, but it didn't make any sense so here it is.)


"Angelo Saxon, I hate to say it here but you’re just…you’ve bitten off a little bit more than you can chew here. See, you went and made the challenge to me for Battleground, knowing full well that I am still pretty much concussed. But, at the same time, even with my having a concussion, I can still wrestle circles around you all day long. Take at look at my match with Ares Vendetta. I went just under an hour with THEE champion in EAW. The Answers World Champion. Almost an hour, Angelo. And I know you’re not a sixty-minute man, so let me ask you this. With everything that has been going on with me on my road to Pain for Pride, do you think I’d going to let a little challenge match stop me, especially when there’s twenty thousand bucks on the line? I mean, I could pay on my house for a year with that. I mean granted, my house is already paid off but, I’m just saying. You think that this is going to be just some cake walk for you because I’m not all right in the head right now, but what you forget to realize is that even on my worst day, I’m better than most of the people on Voltage. That’s not a knock on them, per se, it’s just how it is. And you’re gonna find this out on Monday night. See, I’m not really in the mood for talking right now just because you know…it hurts. So, you can imagine how I’m gonna feel Monday when I’m bumping around, and whooping your ass. See, Angelo you’re talking a big game that no one can touch but you know what? So, you beat Mexican Samurai to gain entry into Cash in the Vault. I hate to say it but, I didn’t have to beat anyone to get into Cash in the Vault. My performance record has spoken for me. My consistent performances of putting on match of the year candidates has spoken for me, and HRDO and Ashten Cross saw that. That;s why they saw fit to put me into the match. So, if you think for one second, that you’re gonna walk out with that briefcase then son…you got another thing coming. I can assure you this. I’m gonna make it my mission right now, out of anyone in this match, I’m going to make sure you DON’T get that briefcase. Anyone but you, Angelo…ANYONE..but you."

You know Mr. Silva, I never make a statement wheter “champions are born into the world” or “champions are made from hard work” because the way I see it, champions are champions. You made Piff passed out by using your own bare hands, congrats, you are a true champion. You beat him cleanly, it doesn’t guarantee you to get the job done againts me since I don’t smoke before my matches like Piff does. You think I’m not serious? Well, think again Silva, it was you who are a complete ignorant dummy you little punk. I was the one who clearly made a statement that I refuse to lost to you, I was the one who clearly made a statement that I won’t be your stepping stone. Am I desperated to beat you? Nope, I’m very good at keeping my rational, especially after my lost to Carson Ramsay. I learn from my mistakes just like you are, but I also learn from my victories too. I beat the former Pure Champion JD Damon once, and technically, I kicked his ass twice. He’s trying so hard to get a win to break his losing streaks now after I pin him. I’m the reason of his downfall, you might suffered the same fate Silva.

This is your first match as the New Breed Champion and while the title isn’t on the line, you are the one who need this win more than I do. Everyone will be watching you how much contributions you can give to this division as the champion. Like I said, you are dangerous, you aren’t a push-over, you are someone who can make waves for this company, you are an ideal leader figure despite you have an ugly face, but I don’t give a sympathy or empathy to let you to beat me. As you said, this is a big opportunity for me to prove that I have what it takes to be a future champion. Not just for The New Breed championship belt or Pure championship belt, but also for a World Championship belt as well. I’m gonna proved you that I’m your competition that you want. This is my time to show the world that my wrestling skills is on the same level as my verbal skills.

Another advantage I have is, my mind is 100% clear while you’re not. You are taking this match into personal level which makes you unable to think straight, which makes you a complete idiot. I can see your hatred on me now. Why is that? Is it because I insult your “family”? Is it because I speak the truth? Is it because I pee on your biscuits? Well Mr. Silva, I feel sorry for you, I really do. I feel sorry because apparently you love this so-called family so much. The way I see it, the way everyone see it, Zack Crash doesn’t care about you. He only uses you for his own benefit, to stay relevant on this company, just like how you only use him to get on top. Yes dummy, you did make Piff pass out, you really did, while that match was a demonstration to show the world how dangerous you really are, it makes me realize that he and the rest of Omerta dummies don’t give a shit about you. It’s not because Zack trusts your ability, but it’s because Zack thinks you are just an ordinary lackey and a hired mercenary to do his dirty works.

It was kind of surprised he showed up on the ring alone on the latest episode of Dynasty, but then again where were you back then? If you love your Daddy so much, you and the other 2 dummies would at least stay on the ramp to make sure he’s safe.

Let alone your relationship with Oasis. You two are going to face off againts each other next Dynasty and believe me, you two will have “little” friction afterwards considering both of you have very big ego.

Your wasting your time and your skills to hang out with fake people, and I find it really sad Silva. But the bright side is, it has nothing to do with me and I can show you what I’m capable off this Monday with no Omerta dummies. You’ll be in a state of shock when you step inside the ring againts me.

And that’s my message for you.

There’s no time like the present.

A very common cliche, and yet it usually stands tall with supporting facts behind it. The present is the only moment in time that we have the opportunity to live in and do anything.  We spend so much of our time and energy thinking about the past or future that we can do absolutely nothing about.  The past is done with and there’s nothing you can do to change it; and whatever future you’re imagining in your head has a pretty good chance of never coming true.  The present moment is the only one that is actually real, and the only one that deserves your attention. No present like time. And life can be over in the space of a rhyme. So to take fight, face the now, embrace your present. 

I've got to admit, this feeling is still setting in for me, even at this very moment as I speak. The feeling of not only qualifying for the Cash In The Vault ladder match, to take place at Pain For Pride nine, but also the feeling of overcoming lots of adversity all along the way, and EARNING my spot. I've done all this with very little support. No real fanfare. No respect. No pressure. No repercussions. Yeah, that's how things are right now, as I get more and more prepared for Pain For Pride nine next month, this week. I literally go from testing my abilities against a raw athlete at Battleground on Monday, to testing those same all-around abilities against a superior athlete in that ring this coming Wednesday on Turbo. Odds? Forget them for a moment. Besides, after eight months of continuously defying those odds and earning my opportunities, odds are the last thing all the rest of you idiots should be clinging your hopes to, that you can stop me this week or going forward. My time is coming. Can you hear those footsteps? Those tiny tip-toeing like steps, they don't sound like someone creeping in through the backdoor anymore, now do they?

My claims, they are starting to ring ever the more louder, and soon that  thought to be plexy-like glass, it will soon be unable to contain everything that defines me. UNBREAKABLE Heart. UNSHAKABLE will. UNPARALLELED wrestling ability. My hunger is at an all-time high. Chris Elite's hunger will be swallowed whole by mine in the center of that ring on Battleground. Elite, he's going to find out, that name simply does not fit his status. He will find out what being eclipsed looks like when I knock the shine straight off his face. My shine is going to burn you to shreds Chris. I'm gonna eat your heart out and destroy your will on Battleground, proving that I'm far better than the likes of you by leaps and bounds. 

Chris, you are still nothing more than that young and uptight little Tweety-Bird from your Iconomy days on Dynasty. You flew from the nest and on to Showdown, but since then you've got little to nothing to show for it. You are the last one out of your so-called Iconomy brothers and sister to not achieve any sort of notable accolades here in EAW. JJ just EARNED the New Breed Championship last week on Battleground. Where does that leave you Chris? The only former Inconomy member to still not accomplish anything here. That's where! AND AGAIN, YOU HAD TO CHEAT TO GET YOUR CASH IN THE VAULT SPOT. You say a win is a win, huh? That you don't need handcuffs to beat me??? Chris? You shouldn't need handcuffs, or a foreign object of any kind to help you win matches if you are just so damn good! I know I don't. You try to put up this tough guy act, and even try as you might, you come off as nothing more than a lost and delusional, not to mention a pathetic little puppy dog Chris. You open up and admit about your shortcomings in the past, and many failed stints here, but what does that have to do with our match, Chris? Nothing. What it does say to me though, is that before this you were very much  the perennial loser here, a doormat, which also in-turn made you a habitual quitter. It took you years to learn what only took me a few months to? What's that you may ask, Chris?...How to persevere Chris. How to suck it up! I accepted my beatings I took, being humbled here and there on almost a weekly basis. Even to you, Chris. I took my lumps from you, and just about anybody else in the back in the beginning, but I kept finding it in myself to keep brushing myself off, hitting that gym after the shows, and continued to train..train..train. I kept going, Chris, because I am not a quitter! In reality I may have been losing, but all those humbling defeats, I learned from them! I learned how to win! As far as my huge win over Jamie O'hara goes? Chris, when an established Elitist is defeated, it tends to be a big deal. It's something worth talking about long after that final bell rings. The winners, they speak often about those kinds of triumphs because they're proud moments in their careers that they can look back on and cherish. So where is your huge win Chris? Mr. Fresh Prince? All the years here, through different stints, where is your huge win? Why can't Chris Elite live up to his last name, and win a match or two in his career against top-flight talent? You want the sad sad truth to that very question, Chris? That, yes, while you are talented? The thing you are having a hard time coming to terms with, is that you are but merely a second-rate talent that does second-rate things. Me? Well, I consider myself to be the biggest dark horse in Elite Answers Wrestling today. Week after week of each passing month I keep on evolving, ascending higher and higher, little by little, with every victory I secure. All-the-while little old directionless tweety-bird known as Chris Elite struggles simply to stay relevant enough to even be considered a serious contender. If his cheap victory on Showdown proved anything, it was that. I know, I know. It just sucks to have to hear that come out of someone else's mouth again, doesn’t it Chris? You just hate to hear that, don't you? You hate facing the facts as I spew them out at you. Concern yourself not Chris, not with what I'm saying, as I drive cold hard facts that hit close to home down your throat Chris? Only concern yourself with the beating I will be administering upon you in that ring on Battleground tomorrow. I may not have been capable enough to beat you back in February, not like I am now, but as the old cliche goes, there is no better time to do so than the present. It's like I warned you of earlier, Chris, you get close enough to my shine, and you're gonna get burned.

Maybe next year TLA? I don’t know why any of you idiots refuse to believe me when I say I’m going to get the job done.  I hate when you guys think I’m just going to fall under the pressure and end up eating all of my words.  Have you guys not learned your lesson? Have you not realized by now that I am a man of my word and what I say will be done?
 
Well if not on Battleground allow me to give you another lesson.  Maybe this one will help you realize not to sleep on Chris Elite.   Maybe me kicking Rex straight in his jaw and pinning him for a quick 20k and some bragging rights will finally wake you up and stop all this false and unnecessary hate that I seem to get.   Cheating like I did on Showdown? Come on Rex let’s not act like you had the cleanest of victories either last time I checked JJ played a major role in why you’re even in Cash in The Vault.  Are we just supposed to forget that and remember what I did? Come on now Rex I did what I had to do to earn my spot at the biggest stage of all time and so did you whether you wanted to or not.  A matter of fact before you even spoke on me you should be giving my former Iconomy brother a huge thank you note for helping you get into Cash in The Vault.  You should be on all fours kissing him at his feet.  Oh and don’t think I don’t know what your reply for that will be,  however I’ve never got on all fours for him for any reason and I’ll never have too.  Like I was saying though that’s what you should be doing, a matter of fact make that 2 thank you notes wait no 3!  One to JJ one to Mr. DeDeDe and the other to myself Chris Elite.  I think the 3 of us can agree on a long and well written thank you letter for you making you relevant for this week.  
 
Ashamed of my failures?  There’s not much to be ashamed of at this point Rex.  Because June 8^th? That makes a full year that I’ve been here in EAW without taking one break.  Now I know what you’re going to say “Who cares” right?  Well I do because I can finally shut you idiots up about me not being able to last here in EAW.  Not only that but I’m in Cash in the Vault one of the Pain for Pride favorites.  So what am I ashamed about really Rex?  My only worthy win was against Thomas Minns?  So are you just going to ignore the fact that I just defeated a former Interwire and New Breed champion in TLA on Showdown? Oh wait, god damn it I cheated.  However like I like to say a win is a win.  Don’t worry though no need to cheat against you.  No need for any handcuffs or Big Mike getting involved.  Now it’s not because you’re not on my level and it’s not even because you’re a nobody to me.  I just know what I’m capable of doing in that ring and I know I’m capable of defeating you.  It sucks to hear that right?  Usually I’d just tell you flat out you’re not on my level but I can’t sit here and lie can I?  I know what you can do in that ring and sure it’s not even half what I can do but still you got it.  Like I said though I’m just capable of defeating you and I will do it Rex.  I don’t care about you defeating Jamie or any other huge win you’ve picked up, because at the end of the day that win you hold so high.   Won’t help you defeat me.
 
You want to be talk about evolving?  That’s all I’ve been doing since I’ve returned a year ago and signed my contract to EAW.  I went from the man that was just known for being in the 24/7 battle royal to a man who’s now in one of Pain for Prides biggest matches.   I went from a man who couldn’t last a month in this company to a man who lasted a whole year.  I went from a man who couldn’t put an entertaining match years back to save his life to a man who puts on an entertaining match every time he steps in that ring!  I can save 5 cancer patients lives if the doctors let them watch a match of mine because after that they don’t want to watch just 1 match involving me they want to watch EVERY match involving me! I went from a skinny chump kid who brought no ratings to a man with a body of a god who brings in ratings every time his name is mentioned.    I came out the mud a long time ago and soon enough I’m going to be reaching for the stars while the only worthy thing you could bring up is a win against Jamie.  By the way do you have short term memory loss or something?  Because last time I checked you don’t have a match on Showdown either so let’s cut this whole act okay?  By the way the success and list of people I’ve defeated on Monday nights on Battleground will continue to grow with your name being next on that list.   That’s right I said it.  This more talented yet more feminine version of Brett Kennedy is going to kick you square in the jaw or flip you right on the head for the 1 2 3.   You haven’t surpassed me and you never will because this is only a small preview of what’s to come at Pain for Pride. 
 
Rex you asked me what I get after Battleground well here’s my answer.  I get another 20k adding into my bank of money I already won from Battleground and I get to shut you the fuck up already.  So what I’m trying to say is I’m adding another loss to this story of yours and more than likely so will DEDEDE.  What do you get out of those?  Hey just remember you still beat Jamie.   Well it might be tough for you to remember that because I might make that short term memory loss of yours much worse when I decide what finisher I’ll defeat you with.

“I love that you all like to compare yourselves to the Gotham city sirens...and by you all I mean little sis Cailin and Tarah Nova. I could find comparisons with the rest of you though. I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that I myself enjoy reading the Batman comic series. It’s...a wonderful comic series. Such intriguing characters and emotionally driven story telling. And who could forget the characters in it? The locations themselves. The plots. The villains and the heroes of Gotham. Everything about it was just so...real. I’m getting off track. There was something I did want to really talk about.”


The light opens up on Eclipse in what appears to be the abandoned asylum that he had been speaking in a few weeks ago. His feet crunch against the broken glass as he walks, his hands clutching a comic book as he walks along the halls. His eyes seemed dulled, as if he is sifting through memories of every area as peeks into the rooms. A smile flickers across his face for an instant before it vanishes and he turns his gaze down towards the ground, letting out a slow and steady breath before turning his attention back up to the hallway. Cut wires denote part of the reason for the asylums shutdown, as there was a prisoner escape. Lockdown didn’t work when the electrical system was destroyed. That same grin flicked again and grew wider, cutting across his face as he sat down on the concrete, his hand running over the pages of the comic with a twisted smile on his face.


“Let’s start with my dear friend Aria, shall we? We really don’t need to go into too much detail who she is, do we? Aria is Catwoman through and through. The punkish rogue who does things her own way, something that I can say I do nothing but respect. However...that doesn’t stop what I feel is my...destiny with you three. You continue to show the world what you can do in the light, all the while refusing to even acknowledge the darkness that dwells within you. Me? I welcome the darkness, while living in the light. You three have shown me what it means to exist in a world without carrying that darkness on the outside. It’s my duty to show you just what the darkness can do for you. I’m not doing it to change you, or to make you follow my side, or to destroy you. I’m here to help you. I’m here to save you from this world that will break you down and destroy you, and your innocence. A world that is unforgiving, little cat. Selina Kyle embraced the darkness Aria. She lived in it, but she chose to let her light shine outside of its wake. Do the same Aria. Do that and then my job will be over, and you will still be you. Isn’t that what’s best for both of us? Yet we have to face off against one another. We have to prove who's way is superior. Through teeth and claw, blood and bone, we shall prove it. So be it. That too is fate, and fate it shall be. We spill our blood once more to prove that our way is the superior way, and in the end one shall stand and one shall fall. So. Catwoman. Work with your other sirens to prove your dominance over the denizens of Arkham...or fall victim to its clutches yourself?


Then...one of my favorites. Stephanie Matsuda. Does that surprise anyone? Does it shock people that I actually like the people I am facing? That I find them to be...an uplifting beacon in my life. Stephanie, you have overcome hardship after hardship, and here you stand a testament to your will. Yet...Harley Quinn herself chooses to mock you. She chooses to berate you. In the end, you still rely on your chosen family of the Formation. Something that I have to say I am proud that you are doing. After all, family is everything...even if an outside source seeks to pull you apart. As for...who you are in the Gotham universe. Hmm. The Huntress. Never heard of her? Someone who, though born into hardship and pain was able to thrive through the adversity. Though she does things outside of the norm of a hero she still has justice and truth deep in her soul and in her thoughts and actions. Just like you, Matsuda. You aren’t a broken shield or a dulled sword. You are a weapon sharp enough to cut through my darkness. And you will have to cut through it. You will have to cleave every member of my family if you hope to survive what the three of us will do to the three of you. Matsuda. We aren’t going to stop until this match, this...blood feud ends. So, come at me Huntress. Prove that you can indeed cut through the darkness, no matter what.

And finally, my dear sweet sister, Cailin Dillon. Firstly, my beard is not scraggly, I do keep it well trimmed or at least I try. But, more importantly, what is it that you seek to accomplish with this friendship with Harley Quinn herself Tarah Nova? More importantly, why do you choose her presence over the presence of a family that have stood by your side for far longer? You ask if I ever felt pangs of jealousy over you leaving before me, during our time in the Iconomy? Jealousy, yes. I also felt pride. Pride knowing that you were going to do greater things outside of that group than I had done inside of it. Things that I could only dream of, in a void of persecution and denial of my own skills. Poison Ivy herself. Here is the thing though, Cailin. You, I haven’t faced. The entirety of the time that I have fought Formation, I have yet to face my sister. So, this is a warning. To you. To all of your family. You know me, better than anyone else in that family. You know what I can accomplish, what I can do, what matches like these can drive me to do, if it means I will succeed. And I will succeed. I will destroy you three in that ring. Warn them, Ivy. Warn them of what happens when they face me. This is the final test. Formation, you fall into the darkness, into fear itself. I am Scarecrow. Not Joker, not Twoface. I am the master of fear itself, the creator of this asylum. Eclipse Diemos, the Sanatoriums patriarch. Cailin, Aria, Stephanie. I know you aren’t scared yet. I want you to prepare yourself. I want you to look at what you have begun, and fear it. Welcome to my nightmare girls, be prepared to dive headfirst into it.”

(The camera shows Christian Locke in his home, sitting at the head of the table like usual. He has an eager expression on his face and grabs an object off the table, which is a party horn and Christian blows into it, causing an obnoxious noise.)

This Wednesday night, we celebrate!! That’s right, get out the champagne bottles, pump the helium into the balloons, place the party hats on your heads, and turn up the music to its maximum volume! But let me be perfectly clear, we are not celebrating the return of Turbo, no, no, no, no, NO! This Wednesday night, we celebrate — my presence. We celebrate the fact that you will be able to watch me live in person, or on your TV screens. Yes, you’re welcome you little ungrateful jerks! Now, it’s no secret that this Turbo card is stacked from top to bottom. Just think, you will be able to see the likes of Mr. DDD, Scott Diamond, and Devan Dubian compete. All established stars. All former world champions and forever hall of famers. Even my opponent Hades, checks off two of those boxes. Then there are guys like Rex and myself, Christian Locke. For starters I'm not going to compare myself to Rex, because I don't want to lower myself to such a disgraceful level. It'd be like Steph Curry comparing himself to Austin Rivers. It's clear to me that I'm on Turbo this week because EAW wants as many viewers as possible and it’s a well-known fact that I am a ratings magnet. Besides, Rex is only on Turbo to further this whole Mr. DDD vs Xavier Williams feud. It's so painfully obvious. While I am actually in demand. I feel the love guys, I really do and unlike DJ Khaled, I genuinely appreciate you all, just like I appreciate the opportunity to be on Turbo this week because to be honest, I need a mental break from Voltage. My last three appearances on that show, has made me go a little insane and I'll gladly explain why. About a month ago, Starr Stan was facing his friend, Eris and I decided that I wanted to be out there at ringside, to get a closer look at the action of course. I caused a little trouble, that I can admit and it escalated from there, with Stan attacking me to the point security had to separate us. Fast forward a few weeks later, I face Nick Angel, with Starr being there at ringside this time around and guess what happened? I won by disqualification when Starr once again put his hands on me. Then, just last week I faced The Nas. Being who I am, I obviously had him right where I wanted him. I was closing in on my prey like the sick and twisted vulture that I am. Everything was going great! Fucking fantastic actually, but then that little bitch showed his true colors when he rolled out of the ring like the coward he’s destined to be and the next thing we all know, he exchanged words and fists with Liam, who was also there at ringside, and the match ended due to disqualification, yet again —goddammit. IT’S SO FUUUUUCKING FRUSTRATING, YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA! The next time I see someone out there, whether they are standing by the ring or have a headset on and are partaking in commentary, I'm going to grab a steel chair and I'm going to bash their head in with sickening shot after sickening shot until I see their slimy brain creeping out of their exposed skull. Might as well just fast forward to the inevitable right? Because it always ends in some kind of disqualification anyways, so I don't see why I should wrestle for seven minutes, putting my body and career on the line, especially with my jaw and panty dropping moves, when the match will end due to BS anyways. You know — I don't even necessarily blame those guys for doing what they do. In fact, I think the blame should rest on Ashten Cross’ shoulders, who has been failing at his job miserably. He can fine me over that comment if he wants, but don't mistake me for someone that actually cares. In fact, take away my useless $20,000 dollar bonus I got from my win on Battleground since every time I go on there in recent memory, I win but get nothing to show for it. Hell I even beat the New Breed champ at the time, Piff and I never even got a title shot. That's fair right? Don't get me wrong I'm not trying to be this rebel of some sorts or this antihero that the fans can rally behind out of sympathy, it's just that I think I should be able to speak my mind, just like the rest of the elitists and vixens that are currently in EAW. And I know for a fact that I'm not the only one that dislikes Mr. Cross for the time being. Guys like Nick Angel and Beretta have bitched and moaned about how they aren't getting the opportunities they think they deserve, when in reality they don't deserve shit, and not only that, but Devan Dubian even hit our GM with a Bleeding Edge! So yeah, it's accurate to say that he doesn't have many supporters in the Voltage locker room. 

(Christian briefly pauses to clear his throat and resumes speaking.)

I want to take this time to make it known that I have always been intrigued by one match in particular and that's the Cash in the Vault ladder match, so much so I would do anything to qualify for it. Give me the biggest and meanest guy in all of EAW and I will slay him for a spot, with not a sword or a slingshot, but with my fists, feet, and the most lethal weapon of them all, my brain. Soooooo, recently I've been watching Showdown and Dynasty and I can't help but see all of these CITV qualifying matches and to be honest, I’ve actually quite enjoyed them, from a viewer’s standpoint. But then there is Voltage, where they just hand people those spots. For instance, Phoenix got his bell rung last week when he lost to Ares, yet he is still rewarded for his slightly above average performance by HRDO, who decides to insert Phoenix into the Cash in the Vault ladder match. Not only that, but as I pointed out earlier, Nick has been quite vocal about his displeasure with Voltage as a whole and what happens? He too is thrown into the CITV match and I know, that leaves one last spot for the Voltage brand, but I won't get it. I won't even get a qualifying match and do you know why? Because the last time I was put into a qualifying match, it was for the Grand Rampage AND I WOULD GO ON TO BEAT STARR STAN FOR THAT SPOT! Which left Ashten with a bitter taste in his mouth, since he saw his best friend lose to The Canadian Sniper. So sad and touching when you think about their special bond. As a matter of fact, they should make a romantic movie about their relationship. But it won't come out in theaters across the world because nobody in their right mind would go see that crap, let alone pay for it, so it'll be one of those cringey and low-budget films aired exclusively on Lifetime instead. It's only right. 

(Christian stops right there and stands up. He puts his hands behind his back and slowly walks to a window, to observe the dark clouds in the sky. He walks back over to his chair. He stands directly behind it and rests his forearms on top of the back rest.)

This brings me to my match, against Hades. The former Answers World Champion! The man that headlined Pain for Pride a few years ago against Dark Demon and Zack Crash. The man that owns the record for the most eliminations in the Grand Rampage, which I believe is nine? Very impressive Hades. In fact your entire career has been impressive if you read off the list of your accomplishments — and those very accolades are something that nobody can ever take away from you, myself included. So yes, you are a man that is known for doing this and that, but this week, you will be remembered as the man that loses to Christian Locke because let's face it, you have never faced a man like me. How am I so sure? Because there's nobody else like me. There are no clones or duplicates. I'm one of one baby. I can pull off moves that people can't even dream or imagine. But with that said, I'm not going to say the sky’s the limit when it comes to Christian Locke, like so many EAW fans tell me on Twitter. That's so fucking cliché right? Because don't even bother telling me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon! And you know Hades, you may think I'm going to use this match as some kind of stepping stone, but it's not. I'm just focused on causing you to fall before my very feet. The future will send opportunities my way regardless. 

(He sits back down and places his left hand on his face, as he appears to be having a deep thought before speaking again.)

This isn't personal by any means. I didn't come to EAW and mumble to myself that you are my number one target. In fact I had some respect for you. Had being the keyword. Why was the respect lost? I'm sure you don't care because to you I'm just some overconfident rookie that you will be able to pop like a pimple. And that's fine and dandy, but I'm still going to provide the general public with my reasoning. Let me put it like this, I haven't been with EAW for that long. Only a couple of months, give or take. But I've been doing this wrestling thing for nearly eight years. Competing for companies when I was just a teenager. So I've been exposed to many locker rooms and every environment is different. Some are positive, while some are toxic. Voltage’s locker room is in the middle. Yes that's right, I haven't been blessed with my own personal locker room like the “top stars”, but it's only a matter of time. Just like I'll be getting a personal bus to travel in. But anyway, I hear disgruntled men talk about what really gets under their skin and usually I'll just put my red headphones over my ears and tune them out, but during the Grand Rampage season or whatever you wanna call it, I was like a fly on the wall. Just sitting there, listening to every word that was uttered in that packed and humid room because I like to study and examine my future opponents. And to be honest, they made one very good point, regarding the Grand Rampage. They say every year, there are surprise entrants. Usually men that have been either rehabbing an injury for several months or perhaps even years, or men that finally decided to leave their vacation on the beach behind and return to EAW. They complain about how those men take spots away from guys and gals that have been working their asses off all year, with no breaks. Personally I don't care. I don't feel strongly one way or another when it comes to this subject. I guess I can see why some would take offense to the fact that Tyler and Devan get a world title match at Pain for Pride, when they've only been back for a month or so, but me personally? I'm not going to cry over the same ol’ spilled milk because their reputation speak for itself. They've easily earned it, while others haven't. So what I'm getting at is I have no problem with your tactic of returning right around Pain for Pride season, hoping you will be able to sneak yourself onto the card, even though it's rather cliché when you think about it. But hey, you are in fact a former Grand Rampage winner, so the timing made sense.

(Christian then leans back a little bit so he can put his feet on the table.)

Let's move on to your beef with Eclipse. Him and his family cost you your match at Triple Threat. They forcefully ripped away your dream of becoming a two time Answers World Champion — and they proceeded to stomp on that now shattered dream of yours and cover it with spit. And now Eclipse wants you to join his side. He wants you to become one of his sheeple as I like to call it. But you refuse! You're hell-bent on revenge and I'm glad you decided to twist the handle and choose door number two instead of door number one. You are a king, not a pawn! You tell ‘em! Hades, I wish this match would end cleanly, so the winner can be crowned with gold and not scrap metal. Hell I'm sick of people getting involved in my matches and I know you feel the same. But if either of us say that there's no way Eclipse would make his presence known during our match, whether it is through physical harm or mental games, then we would be lying. I don't bring up this bit of information, in hopes of you being paranoid when the bell rings. I would never do that because I'm such a nice guy!! I'm just stating facts, which I do every damn day. But if that scenario doesn't happen and it's just you and me out there, I hope you know that I will stop at nothing until you are knocked out cold for at least three consecutive seconds. I don't care what it takes. I don't care if I have to rip both of your eyes out of their sockets or bite part of your ear off like Mike Tyson. I'm going to win. Not only that, but I'm going to win in very convincing fashion and you’ll just be another statistic — just another former world champion I brutally conquered in my very young but promising career. 

Hades is second to none Christian Locke. 

(The end)

Battleground Promo #2


It's times like this where I just shake my head in disbelief at the absurd thing I'm hearing. Around me I hear people speaking down to a champion who has fought his entire life, but even my win last week claiming this gold simply isn't strong enough to persuade their almighty opinions. If someone were to look me in the eyes and say "Champions are born into this world" I would have to refute that claim with my own personal experiences. I didn't come out of the womb with this title strapped around my waist, I had to fight for it. Even then, guys like Nobi will provide me with the In-ring credit, while throwing a 1-2 punch at the fact I'm a man within a faction. Sometimes I find myself wondering if you're just plain dumb.. Or really if you've even cracked open a book in your life because the nonsense pouring out of your mouth is some of the most incoherent things I've ever heard in my life. "You'll regret it if Omerta comes to your aide!" I'm sorry? Come again? Did I or did I not state that this title was won on my own, and it will be defended on my own? Omerta has nothing to do with this match and that is how it will stay, Nobi. I'm a man of many things, but a man of my word is who I truly am. Omerta is my family, be that as it may.. I never had anyone holding my hand to capture this Championship. It's almost hard to even come at a man who is flailing around like a fish begging to be caught.. you fire back at me but the words I hear are things that I already know? I credit you that you're without a doubt a force to be reckoned with. Before this, I even recognized you as one of the last remaining gasps of air this division even has left! I'm a man who seeks competition. Competition here is now lacking from what it once was.. I remember once being so enthusiastic over the obstacles I seen in front of me only to now find maybe three elitist who can even remotely provide the same stimulation that I once had. These issues really suck to know, Nobi.. But I refuse to stare and continue to let that continuously grow, I will revive this division. My willingness to do anything to bring the future of this company back to it's former glory has never left.. I think about it every second of my day. You say you've done your homework right? Well you know then since day one I've always been wanting to spark this division.. but I realized my resentment was at the wrong source. I was looking at guys like Y2Impact and Mr. DeDeDe for overstaying their welcome, but instead my focus should've been on the division itself. A true man has no problem admitting to his faults and I've done just that. Now -- Now I'm going to make this personal. I will fight like I've never fought before if it means holding onto this Championship. While this makes me the head of this division, that paints a monumental target on my back and I'm well aware of that. You almost beat Carson.. but you didn't. You could've been the Pure Champion, but you're not. Are you sensing a pattern here, Nobi? Your entire career has been built off of almost or what could've been following some excuse of what prevented the win itself rather than admitting you were bested no matter dirty or clean. When I had the Savage Ryan's and The Mercenaries on their backs.. ready to be pinned and my own comrade Cailin Dillion turned her back on me costing me the biggest win of my entire career.. I didn't blame her for the loss. Out of frustration I wanted her to feel the same feeling, but I still admitted it was me who got pinned. Here we stand and I am the New Breed Champion. A long road of triumphs.. A path paved by myself and I'm glad I experienced failures early on in my career because it made this end result that much better. I've never had to question myself because I know who the hell I am. See, when you speak out against all of the things I'm passionate about? That's where I draw the line. You talk a big game, you insinuate you need this more than me and this Monday you have your opportunity. Are you going to capitalize on it or are you going to blow it? One thing's for sure, when we're in the ring and the bell rings, I'm not going to allow you to capitalize on it. For every move you have, Nobi, I have a counter for. I may not know what you're saying half of the time or what point you're trying to make but that doesn't mean I think you're stupid or at least, I don't think that's just why you're stupid. Because if either of us have tried to belittle the other, it's you. You've tried to belittle me this whole time but you haven't put me down. For as much as you've tried, you've just added more fuel to the fire that's burning in me. The effects of going up against me lasts a lifetime. Anyone who's been in the ring with me before would tell you. I understand that's a different place, a different time but I'm JJ Silva and I won't hesitate, I won't budge, I won't second guess when it comes to kicking your ass. I won't have a problem with absolutely demolishing you this Monday in order to get my point across. If having you completely dismantled and disassembled on the canvas conveys the point that I'm trying to get across, then I have no problem whatsoever in doing what needs to be done. Because I've worked too hard for this. I've worked too hard and I've worked too long for it to all just go to waste because of someone like you. Remind me of how I'm supposed to take you seriously. See, you don't even take yourself seriously. That's the thing. If you don't even take yourself seriously, how am I supposed to? I know what I'm capable of and I know what you're capable of, even if you don't know it yourself. I know how you are, I know you inward and outward because I've watched you since day one understanding your talent. I know what you're going to do before you do it because you have a desperation to succeed. Isn't that right? You're so desperate, so damn desperate to win this Monday. Me though? I'm going into our match with my mind at ease, fully sure of my abilities and more than assured of the fact that you don't have what it takes to go the distance against me. Basically what I'm trying to say is, is I don't think much --- if anything, of you. So you want me to try my best? You have your wish but you're going to wish you never had.

Ahahaha. To be honest with you Mr. Silva, I never consider myself as a “good guy”.

It’s up to people to decide whether I’m a good guy or I’m a bad guy, I just do what I want to do. So go ahead, call me arrogant all you want Silva, I don’t give a shit.

You’re not the first person who calls me arrogant anyway, there’s plenty of dummies who even label me as an asshole, yet I’m still loveable. People care about me, people wants to cheer me, people keep chanting my name because I have dozen of charisma. You know I’m hosting a show called The Mic Check that was previously hosted by the legendary Mister K. How long does it take for EAW marketing team to pick a new host after Mister K left? You’re damn right, 5 years! It means I’m so special, it means I’m a hot shit. You even admitted it by saying that my primary skill is natural verbal ability. I know how to make people interested in me. People are always curious what I want to talk about because they won’t know what will they get from me next.

Unfortunately, it’s not the case for you Silva. Yes, you and the rest of Omerta’s members are indeed dummies. For a so-called Mafia family to use “Omerta” term, you dummies can’t never shut up both inside and outside the ring. You think you are using “Code of Silence” as a part of unit? Don’t make me laugh. I clearly remember how panic you, Oasis, and Brody were when Jacob Senn kidnapped your big daddy don: Zack. You three just keep yelling and screaming on national television bagging  and demanding Jacob Senn to return Zack back. And what did Zack do once he reunited with his “family”? He let his frustration out by yelling to Jacob like you dummies did. Yep, so cute for you all using “The Code of Silence” as a part of unit.

You are clearly overshadowed by Zack Crash and Scott Oasis as a charismatic individual Silva. Hence why you are the one who like to talk the most and keep trying to get attention from people everytime you get your air time. You have a personality actually, but I have the “IT” factor. Charisma-wise, I’m much more charismatic than you will ever be.

When it comes to the ring though, I admit you aren’t a joke. You are as strong as a bull, fast as hell, tough as nail, you almost have no flawless.  Your newest match againts Piff Fumador to capture the New Breed title is a prove that you are indeed dangerous. Your “never say die” attitude finally lead you to your first title. I’m glad despite you already have your little success on your own, you still want to have more competition, it’s fitting for you to call yourself The Code of Greed.
Unfortunately, you’ll be a victim of your own Greed. You want a competition? You are looking at him right now.

Call me a nobody all you like Silva, let’s see how arrogant you are when this “nobody” pushes you to your limit. Let’s see how arrogant you are when this “nobody” pins you 1-2-3 to beat the New Breed Champion himself.

I’m aware how dangerous you are, I have always studied my opponents first. I don’t think it’s the case for you. Every moves you want to execute? I’ll always find a way to counter them moves by moves and hitting you directly right into your face. Just ask Carson Ramsay, he clearly knows I’ll be holding the Pure Championship belt if a jealous punk didn’t distract me. Oops, don’t even try to call your fellow Omerta members once you get in the ring with me Silva, because you’ll be doubting yourself for the rest of your life if you call for a help to beat me. You and Carson Ramsay are look alike, one is dangerous, and one is malicious. If i can handle Carson the malicious one, why it should be different to handle you, the dangerous one? Just like you and Carson are look alike, both words are also like two same side of the world: the world that I can conquer.

Silva, you are indeed a stupid prick, you know that? If you beat me, it doesn’t mean you automatically better than me. It doesn’t mean you can outperform me every day. It doesn’t mean you can beat me every night. Sure, if you beat me I’ll just be your momentum, but I refuse to be your stepping stone. I refuse to lost to you. When I beat you, you’ll learn that I’m indeed special. And when I meet you again, when your New Breed title is on the line, I’ll beat you again.

And THAT is just a fact of Life! Yeah!

(The camera opens up to an empty street somewhere in a city. It's nighttime as the moon hangs overhead. A small blanket of fog has set down upon the street; impairing vision to a small extent. A dark figure is partially seen through the fog sitting on a bench.  The crow Nightmare descends from the sky and lands next to the individual who proceeds to glance at the crow, revealing himself to be Erebos. Erebos examines the empty streets and the street lamp that illuminate it. Nightmare flies to Erebos' shoulder as Erebos feeds the crow a bit of food from his pocket.)


(Erebos stands up from the park bench. Nightmare remains on his shoulder as he begins to walk down the street.)

Erebos: There are those who disregard and remain oblivious to the importance of choices. They find it to be a burden and treat it as nothing more than something that isn't worth their time. Such imprudent actions can be directly linked to the demise of many. I'm aware of every choice I make. I make them under the guidance of darkness, but now I've begun to wonder if I acted rashly. I've been asking myself, was joining the Sanatorium a good idea? I believe I found myself in this group as a learning experience, and I wonder if that experience is coming to an end. Until that time comes, I remain a member of this faction. That alone obligates me to take down those who we find to be our oppositions.

(Erebos comes to a stop under a street light. Nightmare then flies off his shoulder to the sidewalk.)

Erebos: Women have always been oppressed in this world controlled by men. They have been oppressed throughout time under the beliefs that they are fragile, frail, and foolish creatures whose only purpose was to please men. That alone indicates the stupidity of mankind. Often, these women may have not been physically stronger than men, but were wiser, more capable, and braver than any men. You vixens of The Formation... Cailin Dillion, Aria Jaxon, and Steph Matsuda have helped bring prominence to a once atrocious division that at one point completely died out. The vixens have rose to ranks of main eventing FPV's and weekly shows. An honor that was once always held by men. I applaud and respect the accolades of each one of you. You have broken the shackles that were placed on the Vixens division and now stand next to men in terms of prominence in this company. But you now face a force greater than mankind. A force that has existed since the dawn of time. Us of the Sanatorium are no ordinary men or women. We are those who walk in the darkness. We are separated from the world of man where greed, racism, and prejudice reign supreme. Mankind has set fire to a world that could have flourished in prosperity. But somewhere throughout history, life became separated from darkness. I am unaware what Eclipse wants, but I once wanted to purify the world, mainly this very company with darkness. It's corrupt Elitist and and employees always remain in a constant power struggle. I made the choice long ago though that this place any place of existence without darkness must be eradicated so it can start anew. You all have wasted your time building up your division and winning championships. Deep down within each of you, you're probably all the same. Driven by your own selfish motives of glory and greed. Maybe I'm wrong. Women were once victims. They were innocent, but somewhere along the way, you too became corrupted by the same things that helped mankind bring shame to his world. I don't even seek to spare women as they are just as misguided as the rest of this world that is so void of darkness. The Sanatorium carries the will of darkness on it's back. We each embody different agendas of aspire to achieve different goals within it. The Formation is merely a group of false ideals driven by irrelevant ambitions that have opposed a near omnipotent force.

(Erebos gets Nightmare to fly back to his shoulder. He then begins to walk closer to the end of the street.)

The time to determine the results of my choices is fast approaching.

(Erebos stops at the corner of the street.)


(Erebos walks around the street corner as he disappears from sight. Nightmare then squawks as his cry echos throughout the street.)

(The camera fades to black.)