Cailin sits down at a desk. She jumps online and types out an address and sits back, listening to a message. She smirks and shakes her head throughout, rolling her eyes a few times. She leans back in the chair and starts to record a message herself.
 
Better than me in every single way. She can out-brawl me, out submit-me, out-do me. Yet when she had the chance to prove this as fact, not just words, but actual fact. She fell flat on her face. For someone who cradles to referring to me as one-dimensional, you are a repetitive machine of the same crap that you spewed months ago. This is like tuning in to sitcom re-runs during the middle of the day. It’s the same stuff that you say to pretend you’re somehow different than anyone else. Call me a bitch, but you’re an asshole because you’re honest. But then back up your comments with little jokes because you think it gets under my skin. Little jokes about my sexuality because, oh god, I’m such a fragile little lesbian. I need to be coddled and accepted by everyone, and that’s why I’m so nice to everyone. That’s why I’m sucking up to… well, no one actually. I have friends… oops. Guess I fucked up there. I’m sorry buttercup, you simply aren’t as great as you think you are. You beat a couple people to get to where you are now, well congratulations. You want some cookies or something? Here’s another shocker to hear from you this week. We aren’t supposed to talk about the past… well that puts you in an awfully convenient position for this match, doesn’t it? Since you’ve been gone tending to this “family” matters, and all. Who am I lying to? Tell me bluntly. I haven’t lied to you. The two biggest lies that exist in EAW right now involve you. The first is that German Efficiency is anything more than a myth. That has proven. The second is that you are the most talked about person in all of EAW. The entire Vixens division is the most talked about thing in EAW right now. We just headlined a main event at and FPV and set the tone for the entire show with a kickass pre-show match. You wouldn’t know, I didn’t see you there. Maybe there’s a third lie there. The one where you say that you’re better than everyone. I’m sorry, but that can’t possibly true. If you think anything anyone else is doing is truly one-dimensional, then why have you taken the most overused approach in the history of the sport. Please, remind us once again how you’re unique because you think you work out more than everyone else. Tell me this, Sheridan, who am I trying to motivate? Do you find it motivating? I’m not trying to do anything here but tell you the truth. I say you’re talented, but you’re partnered with a terrible wrestler. You admit that yourself. I don’t know, I think we’re at an impasse here. What I’m seeing is a layer of bullshit, with another layer over the top of it. This is me shrugging at you and asking you, seriously, what you thought you were trying to say here. If you feel like I’m treating you like a five-year-old, then I appreciate that you have accepted your mental capacity. Maybe you just don’t like that I treat you like the unemotional robot that you are.
 
You are talented, but like you I am honest. I am honestly saying that I will beat you again. And I am honestly telling you that even if this match was just me and you, I would beat you yet again. Even while you’re in your corner promising German Efficiency and a talent that’s better then I can ever imagine to possess, you will some how fail to beat me. For whatever reason, you ripped an entire page out of the Veena Adams playbook and attempted to be just like her. She says the same things as you, just saying. The only difference is she barely says anything anymore. I’m not going to change how I treat you. I’m not going to change anything that happens between us, just like you won’t stop making jokes about me going between girls’ legs. So why would you think complaining about it will change anything? You think my reign as Specialist’s Champion was messy? That’s how you define five months as champion with wins over Aria Jaxon, Eris LeCava and the Heart Break Gal? I guess that would make sense with your reign as champion being completely invisible. Just remember when you talk about justifying your words that we’ve been there and done that. This is no different than the last time we fought. You aren’t somehow better suddenly. You’re still trashing on people you’re partnering with and then desperately trying to find a reason why Aria and I might not be getting along. Here’s a fact for the girl everyone’s talking about. That Mexican guy who can’t stop talking about you? Well he can’t seem to stop talking about me either. But listen carefully. He thinks I’m an even stronger competitor than the one you claim I’m playing second fiddle to. The fact is, no one in this group of me and Aria is playing behind the other one. This is a two-person band that is strumming our chords in perfect harmony. You’re just the same girl promising to conquer the entire world all on your own. Spoiler alert, it’ll never happen. You want to talk about the future, then let’s do it. First, let’s mention the past and say that you will always be remembered as the first winner of the Vixen’s Cup. Now segue into the future. “What did she do with the Vixen’s Cup?” They all ask. “Oh, she tried to cash it in, but she failed.” There’s your preview of your future. At some point you will make your attempt to change EAW as we know it, and this boring, complacent Vixens Division that you love to put down so much, it will bury you. German Efficiency is a myth, and it always has been. And the future that you hope to build in this place is going to be your own living, breathing disaster. It will be your undoing.
 
Cailin reaches forward to stop the video when her phone beeps and she looks shocked. She accesses a video quickly and then watches a second one before nodding and shrugging, closing the window and looking back into the camera.
 
Well that one was a shocker. I didn’t expect to hear anything from that one. But, alas. Let me talk a little bit about Angela. To be brutally honest with you, I’m shocked you said anything this week. I’m happy though. Who said I wanted this to be easy? I can’t answer for any of the past issues you’ve had with Stephanie or the history between you. Sounds to me like you’ve got that all figured out. So there’s no reason for me to address anything to with her. But I will address the other direction you took. Aria vs. Cailin is a match that has happened before, and likely one that will happen again. The fact is, when you’re as hungry as people like her and I are, it’s inevitable that you could end up in the ring on the opposite sides of each other. And when that happens again between me and Aria, it will be the no holds barred throw down that you for some reason choose to believe it won’t be. In this business you have to eat or you will be eaten by the bigger fish. Spending time arguing over who’s better, didn’t I just address that already talking about Sheridan? Let me just say this, it’s a complete waste of time to debate who’s better. Words mean nothing. It all comes down to what happens in the ring. That’s part of that dwelling on the past that Sheridan is so big on. So, yes, maybe there will be a future match between us. But that has nothing to do with the present. The only thing on our minds is winning this match. If we need to decide who’s better in the ring, then so be it. But for now, we’ll settle for proving we’re the best in this match. Call it baby steps for a big buildup later on. Nice hearing from you again, Angie.
 
They say this business is feast or famine. What we have her is a match with two women who are hungrier than the other four. We have two women who are busy trying to argue circles around each other for no reason. And we have two women who may well go out without saying a single word. Come Saturday night, there can only be two women who walk out of this match on top. Get ready to shut your mouths and get into Formation ladies, because Cailin Dillon and Aria Jaxon are about to prove it where it matters.
 
Cailin stops the video and leans back in the chair, shaking her head as the scene fades to black.

For two years, I have waited for this day. I have LONGED for this day. A part of me died on the night of Pain for Pride 7 when Tyler Parker defeated me in consecutive falls. No, I wouldn't even say it died; it was stolen from me. Tyler Parker robbed me of something that was mine, but what he and the rest of the EAW Universe didn't realize is something that will unfold this Sunday for all eyes to behold: I'm taking it back. After that match at Pain for Pride, there was a huge segment of people that believed I would never wrestle again, and I must admit at one point those same doubts started creeping up on me. Even though I hadn't formally announced it, I effectively started a retired man's life, living off of my legacy, watering the garden, and even wearing a suit on EAW television convincing myself I had nothing left to prove. But despite all of that, despite every attempt I made to distance myself from wrestling and to leave this career I've had in my rearview mirror, even though everyone else had written me off... I just couldn't put myself out to pasture. I could never come to terms with my defeat. My performance was underwhelming and for that to be the lasting image of me, to go out in disgrace and to wrestle solely for another man to take my mantle, I couldn't handle it. On the outside I put up the front of contentedness, but inside my blood was boiling. My heart was racing. I replayed that match over and over again, and no matter how many times I watched it, I couldn't accept it. It wasn't because I was beaten by Tyler Parker that I felt so unsettled, either. It was because I was DOMINATED by Tyler Parker. I didn't just disgrace my legacy and put an asterisk next to all of my accomplishments on that night. I disgraced my family. I brought dishonor to them. So I wasn't satisfied, and it wasn't because I wanted more accomplishments or more championships; it was because I wanted to beat Tyler Parker. I wanted to recover and show everyone that Pain for Pride wasn't the new normal, it was the anomaly. So, Tyler, I congratulate you on your self-professed single-mindedness. You don't care about all the hoopla and the media headlines, your only concern is being on the right side of a match outcome. I respect that. I respect that you've returned with the same hunger that led you to defeat me at Pain for Pride and later go on to defeat Mr. DEDEDE to become the World Heavyweight Champion. The thing about hunger is that once your stomach is full after multiple helpings, you're suddenly not craving anything anymore. You may have the same job, but after a while the monotony of a lifestyle that's scheduled the same every day of every week takes a toll on you mentally. That's what happened to you after you beat Jaywalker back at House of Glass. You had accomplished everything you could have ever imagined possible, you sailed the seas, docked at remote islands, and found the treasure no one else could reach. But once you uncovered that gold, it became less about expanding your legacy and more about protecting what you already had. That caused you to become complacent, satisfied with the cards you'd been dealt, at peace with your career knowing you conquered every legend that was thrown at you and had one of the greatest World Heavyweight Championship reigns of all time. You got bored, and because of that you let Jaywalker get his revenge on you in a chamber, you did just enough to stave off Ares Vendetta, but you didn't have the fight left in you to put him out of his misery. Instead, he brought out the bitch in you. He rammed your head through the car window of an ambulance and turned the former World Heavyweight Champion Liege of Light's face into a crimson mask. How did it feel, sitting in the hospital trying to regain consciousness and awaking only to wonder whether you'd ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots ever again? I'm very familiar with it. You made damn sure to see to that at Pain for Pride 7 when you nearly ended my career. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to piggyback off Ares' accomplishments... Because he couldn't get the job done; I will. Whether it's Voltage or whether it's another night, I promise my career won't draw its final breath until you're unconscious beneath my feet. I will bend you to my whim and show you no mercy. So you're right, Tyler, you can't harp on being screwed out of winning the Answers World Championship at Triple Threat because if you're as single-minded as you claim to be, you'll forget about Ares and start worrying about the fight of your life coming this Sunday. I'm glad you've come back with the hunger you lost renewed because you're going to have to break my bones to keep my shoulders pinned against the mat for a three count on Voltage.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Now all the sudden TLA is a good guy? All the sudden TLA is here to be a hero and all of you idiots believe it.   TLA are you honestly trying to play the good guy role with me?  Do you forget how long we’ve been in this business together?  You know and I know you are not a good guy so why do you keep trying to play this role?  I refuse to show you a hero TLA because that’s not what I am.  I am not a hero and I won’t ever be a hero.  It’s not me at least I’m man enough to admit that though unlike you TLA I don’t let what these fans think of me change my mindset on things.  If they hate me fuck it then they hate me but I rather have that then have them love me for something I’m not.  I rather them hate me for being the most talented man in that squared circle then like me for using a bunch of annoying slang and trying to be down with this new era of teens.   That’s why they love you, you talk just like them and that’s not a good thing TLA.  Come on sipping lean and pouring Fanta’s am I facing TLA or am I facing Future?  Funny thing is though some Fanta and lean will probably be the only two things to ease that pain of yours when I’m in the Cash in the Vault match and you’re not.
 
 
Awe was Lil TLA disrespected by offer?  I’m sorry, I guess I haven’t learned my lesson have I?  I guess it’s time for you to get in that ring and TRY to teach me another.  Then again that probably won’t turn out very well for you.  TLA I remember what it’s like stepping in the ring with you trust me I do that doesn’t bother me though.  It doesn’t put an ounce of fear in my heart you’ve defeated me and I’ve defeated you and on Showdown I defeat you again.  This win will actually be worth something though this win will actually mean something.  Not only will I be in Cash in the Vault and have an opportunity of a lifetime at Pain for Pride but I will also crush your hopes and dreams.  You know damn well that if you don’t win this match and defeat me (Which you won’t) it will break you into.  Poor ole TLA won’t be able to handle that it will break him.  It will ruin him even more then that loss to Mexican Samurai did.  After I defeat him.  TLA will finally realize what I’ve realized for quite some time now and that’s he just doesn’t have that touch anymore.  TLA on the mic and what not might be the same TLA we’ve all known and come to love over the past years in that ring though?  It’s not the same TLA he’s slowed down he’s not as fast as he once was and if you don’t believe me.  If you just think I’m just saying these things to say it then so be it.  I’ll just have to let my actions speak for me on Showdown and expose him for what he has become.
 
 
A fake and a fraud.  An imposter sure he can talk the talk he’s always been able to do that.  He lost the one touch that really matters in this company though and that’s walking the walk.  He is all bark yet very little bite.   I think it’s time we put TLA down like the dog he is.  It’s time everyone to find out what I’ve known for a while now and that’s TLA is just getting to old and fatigued for this this lifestyle.  He just doesn’t have it in him anymore.  He came back to prove a point but I say he just gives up so we can remember him as a fighting solider a man who fought with pride and soul.   Instead of remembering him as a delusional old man who just doesn’t have what it takes to hang with the young guys anymore.   TLA I’m not trying to insult you man.  Don’t take it that way I am trying to help you.  I’m trying to help you before it’s too late and you make a horrible decision.  TLA I’m glad you don’t forget because I want you to remember everything that happens in the ring from the moment the bell rings to start it.  To the moment where I kick you right in the jaw and pin you for the one, two and three.  I want you remember that I’m the one who ruined your dreams of being in Cash in the Vault.   Go ahead though TLA keep making these jokes keep on calling me Lil Chris let’s see how little I look when you’re looking up at me with my hand raised.

 
// This event is airing from an EAW house show, the crowd has been subjected to a series of vignettes featuring a masked wrestler that claims to be the “downfall of everything in control” and to delve EAW in a state of anarchy. Since then the dirtsheets and rumors and been circulating that it is none other than the top Pro Wrestler Godfall. 10,000 fans have showed up to witness the arrival of the masked menace himself….//
 
// The lights go dim as all the spotlights focus on a jet of smoke coming from the top of the stage. The crowd give mixed reactions, but everyone is on their feet. The music hits! And he emerges….GODFALL! He walks coolly down the ramp and slides into the ring, climbing up the turnbuckle and raising his arms up high as the arena explodes with cheers and excitement. Godfall is handed a mic and the rest is history….//
 
Please, save the pleasantries. It seems one moment you all are cheering for anyone who walks down that stage, and another moment you are ready to ignore and chew out others. Others who I frankly believe are far more worthy of receiving your standing ovations…..


Allow me to introduce myself, I am the one and only, the hitmaker the recordbreaker and the only dude who has the cojones to wrestle with a mask on, day in day out, for 10 years…GODFALL! I know some of you have known me outside of EAW, some of the faces here I can see today have been there since day 1 when I walked into a squared circle….and now those same faces greet me. The feeling though, I must say, is mixed. I’m both shocked and happy to see everyone. Happy because..well…it IS me we’re talking about, the biggest draw in Pro Wrestling today, and shocked because, well…I just think some of you are hypocrites…

//Loud boos begin to be heard from every corner of the arena//
 
There now, hold on, lemme explain myself. When I was kicking asses overseas in Japan, many of you simply chose to ignore me. When I was beating the crud out of luchadores in Mexico, all I heard was “When is Godfall returning to the States?”  “Oh will he ever return?!” Oh this and Oh that….well you know what? While you all sat on your asses and wished my arrival at EAW, I was already a living legend. I was the youngest graduate of the New Japan Dojo, of the Hart Academy up north in Canada. I was and still am the hottest thing in our industry, and yet you people weren’t ready to give me a shot. You sheeps follow blindly the wrestlers in this company who, quite frankly put, are not so credible when compared to what I have done. I get that though, give too much power to a man and he can assemble a follower of blind admirers. Give a bunch of men power and they think they have become gods. They think they can stay at the top. Well people…..here I am now. Your Saviour has come. Are you happy now? Are you entertained now? Well you should be…
 
I’m not here to make promises and hype you, that’s my job in the ring not on the microphone. But I will make one thing very clear. EAW is being run right now by a group of people that are unfit to run this place anymore. Ratings are dropping, and fans are going on online forums to complain of the garbage that this company has been spewing for the past few months.  So I’m gonna say this: expect anarchy, expect some chaos, and most of all, expect downfalls. Enough talk, now is the time to listen. Now is the time for change.
“I will change EAW”…those words are spoken and have been spoken by almost every wrestler in this business, but few have done what is right, fewer so, have made tough calls. See I’m a man for those situations, I’m a man that you call when decisions are too fucking much for you to HANDLE! And boy am I glad I was called up.


 

// The Camera zooms slowly zooms to Godfall’s face as he stares into the camera, the crowd struck by silence and the screen fades to black as EAW logo flashes by //

The Starr Stan retirement tour rolls on after a successful night at Triple Threat. I’m not going to start bragging about how I demolished Christian Locke, because in reality he was the first person to really test me in that ring for a while. But at the end of the day, there was never going to be an excuse for me to lose to a rookie, no matter who it was. So all I really did was what I was supposed to do, and that’s win baby. There was a lot of critics who thought I didn’t have it in me anymore. There were many who predicted me to lose to Christian Locke. See when I started this retirement tour, a line of wrestlers formed to face me not because they wanted one last match, but because they thought this was some kind of jobber tour. Where I was just going to rack up some loses and walk out the door pushing all these guys up to my spot in the company. Guys like Terry Chambers thought they could use my name to pull themselves up the card, but all Battleground has shown to me was the guy Christian Locke hired to impersonate me sucks at wrestling almost as much as the guys behind the scenes suck at running that show. The Starr Stan retirement tour is about putting on great matches, and proving I am still every bit of the wrestler I was the day I stepped foot into this company. My broski Matt Ryder probably thought I was going to miss that Starrsault Saturday night, but I nailed it to perfection as if it was 2008 all over again. This tour is also about righting some wrongs. I got to wrestle against a personal friend Eris LeCava one last time. I got to avenge my lost to Christian Locke a few months ago by defeating him at Triple Threat. What does Match #4 have in store for us? Redemption for Pain for Pride 6.
 
Diamond Cage, the main reason that brought me back to this company was that Devan Dubian forced me to say “I Quit” in my last appearance in the ring. Whether I was retiring or not, I had to right that wrong. I had to prove I wasn’t a quitter. At Pain for Pride 6, you became one of two men to make me tap out in the middle of the ring. If you throw Dub on that list, only three people have been able to make me quit, either being forced to submit or literally say the words “I Quit.” It’s not something I’m proud of, and it’s not something I’ll forget easily, if ever. But it was a very humbling experience. I took that night and used it as motivation, because that night marked the beginning of my best year ever in EAW. A year later, I went from opening Pain for Pride on day 1 to main eventing Pain for Pride on day 2. Just like now, just like countless times throughout my career, people were ready to write me off. The odds of me beating Norman Hellion that year were 100 to 1. There wasn’t one fan in attendance who thought I had what it took to win my fourth world championship that night, but when you want something bad enough you find what it takes, whether deep inside you or from somewhere else, to get what you want. Whenever I’ve wanted something in my career I got it. Now I’m not saying I’ve been perfect, no, I’ve been far from it. I’m not saying I can predict my future, but I can certainly shape it. It doesn’t always come out how I planned, but isn’t that the beauty of art? See if I had it my way, I would have made Christian Locke tap out months ago on Voltage and never have had to deal with him bothering me for weeks. That’s not how things panned out, but I eventually defeated him nonetheless, and we got a great Free-Per-View match out of it. If you would have asked me how I would have won my world titles, I wouldn’t have chosen to be handed my first world championship, but I became one of the youngest world champions in company history, something you rarely see now a days. Looking back it wasn’t my most prestigious decision to attack the current champion and force him to vacate his title, but in the end I was still world champion and I put on the real match of the year with Devan Dubian. I would have loved to defeat Norman Hellion on my own to capture my fourth world championship last year, but I paid my debts for that victory and main evented Pain for Pride in the match of the year with my ELITE brothers. I would have enjoyed defeating you at Pain for Pride 6, but it seems I’ve have to settle for Voltage. You’ve had this ankle lock coming for you for nearly two years, and I’ll make sure it’s twice as excruciating as that sharp shooter was.
 
See I told you I always get what I want. At Pain for Pride 6, defeating you would have been nice, but it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I wanted to make you suffer, that was accomplished. We both went to war that night and both left with scars and a lot less blood than what we went in with. I wanted the company to know what they were missing out on when they stuck me in the opener, instead of the main event. We fought for over an hour and set the tone for the show, only for the “company’s main event” to disappoint the crowd and deliver one of the worst main event crowds in EAW history. Disappointing on the fans part, but the guys running the show deserve just as much blame. Finally, I wanted to test you that night. Little goody two-shoes Diamond Cage, the biggest fan favorite this company may have ever seen, had to have his morals tested. I through a sledge hammer down right in front of you and begged you to hit me with it. I know you wanted to cave my skull in, knock my teeth out. But no, you silenced the “KILL CAGE KILL” chants and practically accomplished all that and more with your own fists. You played by the rules, made me tap, and satisfied the fans. Way to go! This match on Voltage is not going to be a test. Think of it as afterschool punishment. I’m on my way out the door, but not before kicking your ass one last time first.

 
Cailin Dillon is shown walking away from a post-Triple Threat celebration for Tarah Nova. Tarah and Mr. Dedede are all over each other as Cailin walks out of the bar and out into the streets of Boston. She looks up in the sky as a hand touches her shoulder. She turns to see a smiling Cailin.
 
Tarah: Hey Ivy, I know it doesn’t mean as much because you wanted to win. But you fought like a beast out there tonight. You looked like you wanted to kill Haruna. If you keep that killer instinct, that look you had in your eyes… people are about to be in trouble.
 
Cailin: Thanks Harls. Go in and enjoy your party. You earned it.
 
Tarah: I hope you aren’t dwelling on this too much. You always say we aren’t defined by a match. Learn from this and grow from it, all that stuff you always say. That whole moniker of yours.
 
Cailin laughs and shakes her head, turning to look back at Tarah.
 
Cailin: That stuff sounds kind of cheesy sometimes, huh? It’s true though. That’s why I kept winning all those matches for so long. But I guess I didn’t learn enough. Back to the drawing board, right?
 
Tarah: Don’t act like you’re defeated because of one match. Anyone could have won. Well, except Haruna. Jesus, I thought you killed her.
 
Cailin: Oh, I’m not defeated. I’m just letting this moment soak in. Because this is the last time I’m going to feel like I do in this moment right now. This month has been anything but memorable for me, but it’s not a step backward. It’s a bump in the road. But I’m not going to slow down and get in line on the detour. I’m going to blaze my own path right through the traffic. At the end of the road I will get exactly where I want to be.
 
Cailin smiles and looks back up to the sky.
 
Cailin: Enjoy the party, Harley. But don’t get too comfortable.
 
Cailin looks at Tarah and winks before disappearing into the Boston night.


 
Here we are fresh off Triple Threat and once again I’m standing next to someone else who’s wearing gold. We are in transition in our division. Three new champions have been crowned in the last month and several others are proving that they deserve the right to call themselves contenders. Aria Jaxon showed the world that the new age vixens still run this show at EAW. People like Aria and Eris LeCava, Stephanie Matsuda and Sheridan Muller have carried this division on their backs for months, while members of the old brass have stuck around and tried to keep pace. Some of done well, others have failed in their quests, and some have faded away all together. And some others are still stuck in a constant revolving wheel of sucking the life out of the crowds that watch them make the same mistakes every week. But girls like Aria, they are setting the trend in EAW. She rose quickly to become the Empress of Elite and then faded before working her way back. It’s been a long road to this point. And now that she’s the champion everyone is already whispering the words that come with that territory: how long? That’s not what matters this week. This week Aria puts the exclamation point on her title win from Triple Threat, and I will be right at her side making sure it happens.
 
It’s no secret where this all started for me and Aria. Back in July 2015, we crossed paths as we were entering this company at the same time. We were both determined to make a name for ourselves and it took a long time for us to show up in a match together. But when we did, we both felt the same fire emitting from each other. Back in January when we fought for the Specialist title, Aria and I agreed that being in the ring together was like going against a mirror image of ourselves. We both fight like there’s no tomorrow, like no one could ever match determination to be the best. We’ve long been humble about our success and always hungry for even more. It should have been no surprise that we ended up on the same side eventually. When your best friend Stephanie said we should establish a come and go collaboration of friends that like to fight together, you were all in. The Formation was born. And while the fragility of the group has been tested, we always take care of business when we get in that ring together. One thing people might not realize… the tag team of Cailin Dillon and Aria Jaxon are undefeated. When it’s just us, we come through. Every single time. So why not feel confident going into this match or any other? Why not tap into the Rocky Mountain High feeling? Current champion and former champion teaming together in a three-team match? Sounds like the exact kind of party Aria and I like to step into. Sounds like the kind of foray that we walk out with our heads held high.
 
The biggest threat in this match, by far, is Sheridan. You are Ms. Vixen Cup after all. The defining thing about you is your win of that tournament, just like it was long the one thing everyone knew Aria for. But there’s a reason Sheridan rose to the occasion to win that tournament. Of the dozens of Vixens that have joined the EAW ranks since December, you are the one that ranks above all the rest. You are the one who wasn’t willing to wait for her turn. You saw an opportunity and you took it. And now here you are holding the one item that you can in turn hang over everyone else’s head. But this is not your kind of match. The one thing you aren’t great at is playing nice with others. When it comes to tag team matches, it’s still all about Sheridan. The idea that you have to team with someone must seem like a chore. Especially considering it’s someone you care so little about. When she thinks you need that tag, you’ll be looking back at her and scoffing. You don’t take her seriously. But why would you? You’ve achieved so much and you are so amazing. All we have to do is sit back and listen to you speak to know that. Not that none of us are guilty of it, you just make it your way of life. All topped with the promise that you will show everyone just hoe efficient you can be. We’ve only been in the ring one time together, and your talent couldn’t be denied. But either could my stubbornness. You tried so hard to shock the world in our match, but you came up short. Maybe it wasn’t your time yet. But maybe, even with that Vixens Cup, your time still hasn’t come yet. Aside from trolling at FPV’s… where have you been since that Vixens Cup win? You better pick your time wisely and make sure you cash in that cup at the right time. But I hope you don’t wait too long. I hope your clock doesn’t run out.
 
Angela Salveti… you’re still here. You’ve been around the block so much. I mean actually around it. Like driving around on your bicycle and tossing out newspapers to the rest of the EAW roster. At least that’s what I heard.  It seems like you’re here, and then you’re not, but I understand you blame upper management for that. Sucks when they just can’t find a direction for you. Is it tough to know how much further Sheridan has come in the same time? Does it suck to know you’ll never achieve as much as your cousin did? Your spot in EAW is even more complicated than that of the other team in this match. To expect a lot from you is to expect too much. One time you were dropped in a title match with me, and after I destroyed the match and left you lying on your back, I wondered how the hell you’d even weaseled you way into it. I was shocked to see that you were in this match, and then to see that they thought you could possibly co-exist with Sheridan. You have your hands full with her. This match? Well, it might overwhelm you. As Aria pointed out, you’re obscurity is the defining factor of your career here. Maybe you think there is some silver lining in this match and you can come out of looking better than worse for wear. Don’t plan on it. You’re on the losing end of this battle and your goal should be trying to look better than both Veena and Silence. Falling below them? Well, now that’s trouble.
 
Speaking of dumb and dumber, I’ll let you two guess which one is what, how are you two doing? Are you getting as tired of facing me as I am of you? You two keep coming out week after week and going out with a whimper every single time. You are supposed to be the golden child and the monster. Every talks about your size and strength, but you end up looking like two bunnies in a punching contest with wolves. That’s where the predator vs. prey factor comes in. Just like countless idiots who failed before you, both of you always promise to bring a measure of chaos and destruction to your matches and consistently come up short of your goals. You two are nothing but hype. And hype is nothing if it can’t measure up. Veena, you are the niece that Mr. Dedede only accepts when it’s convenient. You embarrass yourself enough that even your family members tend to shy away from you. And Silence… why the hell haven’t you just joined Sanatorium already. How many times do I have to plead with you to drop this woman like a rock and find yourself a new handler. Let me try again. For god’s sake Kyra, figure this out before it’s too late. You two will once again show up to this match and show your strength in the early moments. But you will once against prove to be a flash in the pan. Nothing more, but plenty less than what is expected of you. The two of you are always looking to leave an impact. You two have been on the losing end of a battle with us before, yet here you are preparing to take another loss to Aria and I. Have you two figured out that you aren’t even in the same league as us yet? There is a top to this division and there is a middle. And then all the way at the bottom is where the two of you are. There was a time when people looked at Veena and Silence and said this division was about to change forever. But they were quickly reminded that the future was already here. So you two joined together and decided to lose, together. At some point I hope the two of you can call together a meeting and figure this all out. End this continuous embarrassment while you still can. Jump ship before you both drown. Because no one cares about a martyr for a useless cause.
 
The most exciting part of this match is facing Sheridan again. It’s just a shame they didn’t give you more of a competent partner to work with. Aria said it all though, Sher. Show us what German efficiency is all about and bring us that same intensity that you did against me and against Cameron. Remind us all why you won the Vixens Cup. And then enjoy wallowing in defeat after Aria and I win this match. Maybe our new Vixens Champion thinks she will introduce the new her to you in this match. Allow me to remind you who I am once again. Show me your best and let me show you, once again, that your best isn’t enough to beat me.

 

Dynasty Promo #2





You got it all wrong, Angelo. I never tried to be you. It’s funny to me how you say I’m the one who attempts to twist facts when you were with Mark it was you who I pinned. You just twist these facts.. You’ll never learn, Angelo. It just warms my heart when I watch you struggle physically, mentally, and emotionally. It has to do with me hating your guts, Angelo. No need to beat around the bush right? And that feeling will never change. But even though when I look at your face with disgust, I still laugh on the inside because our current situation is funny, is it not? The roles are reversed. The hunter has now become the prey. Just look at you pace back and forth, worrying about this match of ours. Trust me, I know you won't admit to me that you're experiencing doubt in the pit of your stomach because you think of yourself as a mastermind. You think you're in control! You always assume that you're two steps ahead, right? But that's not the case. If it were, you would've found a way to win the post rampage, but sadly you didn't. You stood beneath my feet like the other buffoons and this Friday is no different. I'm aware that yesterday I felt there's a tiny part of me that wants to see you prevail, because you should. You are obviously the fresher man after your easy stints since our last encounter and not to mention, you also have a lot more to lose Friday night. I'm not using those as excuses by the way, just stating the facts. But let me finish. An even bigger part of me wants to squash you. I want to squash you like a bug - but I won't kill you because that's not my intent, which I stated in yesterday, seems a bit contradicting.. But since then I’ve come to the realization that it would mean more if I left you just beaten. I want to see you live so you can fight another day. I also want you to keep coming back. Keep trying to push me off my throne, but just know it's not going to happen because this seat is reserved for me for the unseeable future and if you don't like it? Tuck your tail between your legs and go to Showdown like Chris Elite did. I mean don't you think that's odd? He didn't even ask for a match and why was that? It's because he saw the future and in the future he saw me ruling Dynasty with an iron fist. He knew a match would only be a waste of time. So what did he do? He chose to pick on the weakest brand out of the three. I'm sure I'm getting booed after that statement because everyone just loves Chris and his rebel type attitude. Because that's the cool thing to do in wrestling right? To go against the grain. To argue with management because you think you know what's best for EAW. Just like Lucian Black and Jacob Senn. Their type comes a dime a dozen. I admit that I have flaws, such as jealousy. I was jealous of guys like Tig Kelly. Notice I said was. Angelo I was jealous of him because he took my moment away. The National Elite Championship was supposed to be about me. It was supposed to be my title and at first, it was. People finally saw what I was destined to become and that's champion. As soon as I beat Vance that week, I was on cloud nine. I jumped for joy backstage! Because I knew I finally made it in the eyes of many. I carved my name into line of contention and when that FPV came around.. Tig was placed over me! They cheered because they saw a man's childhood dream come true. They saw a man who scratched and clawed for months, only to come up short on so many occasions, but at HOG he finally did it. At that moment, with the fucking crowd exploding everywhere, I just said one word to myself: okay. OKAY! OKAY EAW, THAT'S HOW YOU WANT TO PLAY IT? Fine by me, because I knew I would get the last laugh in. As soon as I found out that I would be facing you and the other 8 idiots at the post rampage, my eyes widened and I grinned from ear to ear because I knew that night, I was going to take the throne by the throat and make the men sitting there look like a complete amateurs. Don't you see? It was my time to rain on someone's parade instead of the other way around, which I did when I eliminated most of my oppositions that night. Proving that I'm the most dominant force in EAW’s New Breed today. Not you. Not Nemesis. Not Max Ryder. Not Piff. This is my era, not yours and I know everybody just loves to say this year belongs to them and you can think that all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that this century BELONGS TO ME. And I have no problem with proving that, you of all people should know that. That's why I said a small part of me wants to see you win, like I mentioned a few times already. But you don't deserve a Pain For Pride moment. Your resume certainly doesn’t beg to differ, and your recent body of work proves as well. You belong in the middle of the pack. You belong following a real alpha such as myself. So I'll tell you what Angelo, you can go settle yourself in making hype you will never in your entire life be able to live up to while I actually make a difference.



I love killing dreams. When I put an elitist goal out of reach, it helps me sleep at night. Does that make me a bad person? Perhaps you could say that, but I'm just being myself, because far too long I was someone else. I used to be scared, Angelo. I was even scared of Impact when we had our first match. But my comrades in The Iconomy helped me see the truth that was right in front of me this entire time. They helped me realize that I'm strong. They helped me realize that I'm even intelligent, when my elementary teachers told my parents the complete opposite. You implied it yourself Angelo, you pride yourself on being smart. You think you have this match all figured out! What's even more laughable is you think you have me all figured out. No no no no Angelo. Nobody has me figured out. When it comes to I, JJ Silva, there is no blueprint or cheat sheet that gives you the answers to what my weaknesses are. I'm the one with the Answers - literally. If you don't mind, let me turn the tables and ask who is the real Angelo? Are you really this arrogant two-faced individual that you portray yourself to be, or are you a man who lacks confidence? Let me explain. You use so many excuses when you lose a match. You will say the match didn't mean anything so you didn't give it your best shot. Such a cop out might I add. Just do us all a favor, including yourself, and admit that you lose because you were outdone, which is no big deal since its quite common these days. But you know what? If you don't want to, that's fine by me because Friday night, you won't have any excuses left in the chamber. You said you're fully committed to this battle of ours, which is music to my ears, but here's a suggestion for you. Stop worrying about this whole one match leads to a second one at PFP and you win, you'll fall flat on your face. There's no way around it, because unlike you I have zero distractions. I'm not thinking about Piff, the New Breed Champion, or Maxwell Dachs - just you. Normally this would be the part where the elitist tells their opponent that if you make one small or fatal mistake, I'll immediately capitalize and it'll be game over, but I won't say that. You see Angelo you can wrestle a perfect match for all I care, which is what I expect from you, but spoiler alert, you still won't get the job done. After our match on Dynasty, I'm done with you because I'm sick and tired of striking the same old punching bag. I want a new challenge - actually let me rephrase that, I want an actual challenge period. Angelo, do me a favor and kiss your window of opportunity goodbye because as of this second? It's closed. Angelo... look at my face, look at how serious I am, look into my eyes... and tell me I'm just a man. I want you to dig deep and think about it. For the past few weeks, you've been saying that you’re a god.. You've been saying all of these things but what I want to know is, why. Why is that you couldn't have just destroyed me at Post Rampage? You say how you could do it, so why didn't you? No, I think I know why and you want to know what I think? It's because after everything you've done to me ---belittling me, bringing me a fight, making my life a living hell to be in, after all of that? After all of that, I'm still standing here. I'm feeling better than ever and I'm determined to beat you this Friday like I’ve done many times before. Thing is, Angelo? I'm the one who's in the fourth quarter, being double-teamed, with the basketball and the clock ticking. I'll sidestep them, shoot the ball and hit the buzzer-beater. I'm the one who's in the bottom of the ninth, two outs and two strikes, up-to-bat with the bases empty and a tie-ball game. I'll take that fastball, screwball, curveball or whatever else and knock it out of the park. You want to pressure me? You think you have me backed up into a corner? You feel as though you have this match won? I have so much room, Angelo. Whether you like it or not, I'm the one who's going to surpass you and in the ring, you're going to find out just how "soft" I am. That's the unknown that you're going to have to be prepared for this Friday. You want to play mind games? You want to re-enter that dark room? You want it so badly? That's fine by me. I've been there before and I'm not afraid to go back. God or no God, whatever you think you are and whatever pre-determined fate you think awaits you this Friday, I'm going to promise you one thing. You aren't going to be walking up the ramp with a spot in PFP 9... not as long as I'm alive and breathing. That's all there is to it.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I made the little country bumpkin mad but not recognize his so called talents. My word, he is so upset at that he is willing to end my career, oh me oh my, whatever am I suppose to do!? JJ Silva, just shut the fuck up please, listen I have pretty much forgotten the majority of what you've said to me and I'm not trying to throw shade at you or anything but you're not the first person who has threatened to end my career and you won't be the last man to do so. It's true that you have bested me every time we have faced of but it's obvious to everyone whose opinions actually matter that you have selective memory because the times you have "owned" me or had your way with me, *wink wink nudge nudge* they were legitimate victories at all and just like the poor worthless bums that you see litter the streets, you take what you can get because I know what a victory over me has done for people, just look at Mark Michaels, he had a cool little stint when he thought he bested me. Also look at the white knight himself, Mexican Samurai, he finally found a dumb slave bitch to love his dirty ass in Haruna, and his daughter has some ounce of respect for him and now he continues his stupid reign as whatever championship he is holding. Those people have became relevant and when you have "beaten" you became somewhat credible but my word it seems that when I was gone you tried to be like me that it's cute. But what you need to realize Silva, you country fuckwad, you can't be me. No matter how hard you try you can't be like me, I'm sorry I know I'm the sexiest man alive, I know I have an outstanding life outside this shitty sport known as wrestling and I know I'm a huge star, something that you're not. I can take whatever you say to me with a grain of salt because at the end of the day no matter what you do won't matter. At the end of all of this Fuckboy, I'm going to beat you, and I know you're suffering right now from your mental anguish because I have learned that Kentuckians or anyone down South aren't too bright and it's hard for them to accept things unless they are beaten to the point where they have no choice to see what I'm trying to show you. Ever since The Black Prince has made his fateful return with the exception of that bitch made match known as a battle royal where you basically do nothing but be a bitch and throw people over without getting a definitive win over them, there hasn't been soul that could even measure up to me. Ever since I dropped my former name in "Brando" I have become unbeatable and unstoppable and that trend will be the same after I run through you, Silva! But since you hold on to those precious so called "victories" that you have over me so close to your heart, let me tell you something! Come Dynasty will be the darkest day of your life because if I were you I would be better off thinking about if you would be physically able to make it to your championship match Monday against Piff because one thing is certain that you probably won't make it out of Dynasty intact because I'm going to make sure your ass is carted off to the hospital. But you know what else I find amusing about all of this between you and I? It's like every time you my name pops up in your head you have this nice little sense of security because in your mind you believe you can actually handle me in a one on one situation. HA! Don't even try to make me laugh Silva, I know for a fact that you're just a non talented wrestler that can only dream to have the same type of success that I have obtained since I was born. I the sole ruler of a multi-billion empire and if I wanted I can make you my personal bitch, and I would even rape you in front of the people you love and I would be looked upon as a damn hero for doing so! But what you need to get through your thick country ass skull is that it doesn't matter what you have done that last time you and I have happened to cross paths, unlike you those unfortunate losses when I was under the Brando umbrella didn't and won't validate nor will it ever dictate the amount of success that I will have in this company. But I can see why bottom feeders such as yourself clings onto these small victories because you know for a fact that the moment you drop the ball you will never be heard from again and you will fall in obscurity,

And in all honesty, I had enough of you trying to create yourself a Cinderella story, I have had enough of you trying to slander my name and people like you who thinks that they are the shit and try to be me. I'm sick and tired of it and come Dynasty I'm going to put an end to it. This match is the match of your career, not because you have an opportunity at going to Pain For Pride competing in that ladder match but you're going one on one with the man that is immortal, you're going one on one with a FUCKING GOD AND YOU'RE GOING ONE ON ONE WITH HOTTEST COMMODITY IN THIS INDUSTRY TODAY! You will finally get a chance to prove your critics that you are this fucking battle tested warrior that you have tried ever so hard to promote yourself to be. But I assure you that you're just going to be my little corn fed bitch and while I pull the rug underneath your feet, I'm going to cost you everything that you have worked your ass hard off to get where you are today and you will once again become a nobody. For months now you have tried you're fucking best to make yourself relevant and for months you have tried to force people to look through your eyes and see what you see in yourself and that's a star in the making. But unfortunately for you weren't successful at that, people boo you not because they hate you, they boo you because they just want you to go away. I bet everyday people weep for you when they see you in the ring because you remind them of who they truly are in everyday life. They try their best to make sure on the outside that they are this untouchable beings by buying themselves nice clothes to impress whoever and have the attitude like they rule the world just so they don't look vulnerable. Or better yet Silva, you remind these worthless people how pathetic they are because they see themselves in you back when they were in High School. Skipping classes, getting high, try to make themselves look cool in order to appease these other pieces of garbage. But no matter what you do to keep up your appearance in front of your family, your peers and the people who watches you compete, deep down inside you're still this inferior bitch that is desperately, DESPERATELY trying to escape the reality that has been given to you. I wouldn't even be surprised if that's how you lived your life up to this point and that is why I feel sorry for you, I even feel sorry for you to even throw away the matches you and I have been apart of because believe it or not I'm a generous person. I give to the poor, I humble the weak and needy, just look what I have done for Hexa-Gun, The Savage Ryans, Mark Michaels, EVEN YOU BECAUSE IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME COMING BACK YOU WOULDN'T HAVE "UPPED" YOUR GAME AND THE REASON WHY YOU HAD TO DO THAT BECAUSE YOU ARE THREATENED BY ME SON! The list goes on and one I have breathed new life into those people and made them become who they are. But as I gave them my blessings those men have crumbled because they have failed to remain relevant, they have failed to remain important. I had even gave my parents the blessing of having me but just like you wrestlers, and the people around the world you are beneath me, you have failed to live up to my standards. Which is why I have decided to remove the kitty gloves JJ Silva. Those times you thought you had me all figured out by being in the ring with me like three times, you think you can predict whatever move I make. You can keep thinking that all you want buddy to the point you strain your little pea brain because I'm going to humble you and make you accept the role you have been given and that role is a rung while I begin my quest to secure not only my future, but this company's future. After I beat you and punch my ticket to Pain For Pride, I will bless EAW with this year's Pain For Pride as the Greatest Pain For Pride OF ALL TIME! JJ Silva, I'm going to walk into Dynasty and take away my blessings because I have been nice for far too long, I'm going to do to you what I did to my family and take my blessings away and leave you like an empty shell because you will witness what the other men has witnessed since my return to EAW, and that's the best. Also Piffy boy, you're welcome because I'm blessing you with a longer title reign because when I send this bastard to you, he will be too weak to even defend himself and all you have to do is blow him and he will fall over and you can secure your victory. And I want you to take this beating as a message that I'm not too far behind as you think because one day you will have to pay me back and that championship will be the payment once you and I fight each other for that title. NEVER MESS WITH A MAN WHOSE SHOES ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE!

Life is a journey, not a destination. You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this. Take solace, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour. You can't go back to how things were or how you thought they should've turned out. All you really have is...now. Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Forever is composed of nows.

A while back my mental psyche was in the dumps. It had soured so much to the point that I even wondered aloud to myself if I actually belonged amongst all these ferociously tenacious battle-tested elitists. I wondered if I truly had it in me to keep pressing forward. I admitted yesterday that I was a selfish kind of guy. I look at some of the history of Elite Answers Wrestling, and the Legends that comprise of this place, both past and present. I look at them, and I see myself in awe sometimes, just wondering how much they had to put themselves through to immortalize their names in EAW Lore. I wonder, because right now, I truly do want it all. I want my rookie year here to come and pass. I look at this Cash In The Vault qualifier, and all I'm thinking right now is carp-diem. Forget my selfish desires, and just remember, even I have to tell myself aloud over and over, that every journey is a single step, a thousand miles of road ahead that may seemingly take forever, but no matter what, stay in the moment, the now. Right now, I have a very important match that I won't take for granted. I don't care if I was facing one of the tiny little Smurfs this week, I would still be taking this match more serious than any other. I'm gonna make Piff Fumador wish he was wrestling an independent journeyman like Owen Kade, or EAW also-rans like Brayden Cruise and Maxwell Dachs. I'm going turn his high wire act into nothing but crash and burn! I've been in battle royals fighting for title shots before, battle royals where I gave my all and have come so close, but so close is not winning. There is no joyous celebration after coming so close in pro wrestling. There is a silver-lining, but there shouldn't be, because you shouldn't be satisfied with just being so close. It's one of the many reasons why I'm still here. Still waking up each and every fucking day just so I can train and prepare for the next week, the next match. The next match. I don't care who the other representatives are in the qualifier matches, from the very brand I compete on in Showdown, or Dynasty, or Voltage. When I qualify for the Cash In The Vault match at Pain For Pride, you will be soon looking at the winner of that match and a future World Champion, cause it's like I've been saying for weeks now, I'm the next superstar in the making, and after Pain For Pride, the whole wrestling world will no longer be able to ignore it. I guarantee it.

Uhh… so I have a few questions.

Where are the thank you calls? Or texts? Or e-mails? Or even tweets? Is it really that hard to pick up your phone and send just two measly words? Why are you all going out of your way to act like that match wasn’t won by Scott Diamond? WHY ARE YOU ALL TURNING A BLIND EYE TO THE FACT THAT HE GOT THAT FINAL PINFALL? WHY IS JAMIE O’HARA… JAMIE O’HARA OF ALL PEOPLE CLAIMING THAT HE DID NOTHING IN THAT MATCH WHEN HE WAS MADE A HUMAN PUNCHING BAG BY TEAM SCOTT DIAMOND AND WAS THE VERY FIRST ELIMINATION OF THE MATCH?! Why is Diamond Cage crawling back for more? Did that kick knock all the sense out of him, if he even had any left? Why is Rey Shamez here? Better yet, WHO is Rey Shamez other than the cousin of Kendra? Should we be worried? Should we be afraid? Is this another Cameron-esque super Vixen? Is she also no good dirty thief? Is SHE going to try and steal something of Scott’s too? Why is Cameron still flapping her gums and talking a big game? Why hasn’t she owned up to the fact that she tapped out? THAT SHE GAVE UP ON THE TEAM? If she did it once, isn’t it very safe to say that she could do it again? Why are we all talking about the EAW Championship? Is this match FOR the EAW Championship? Do the winners of this match go on to face Aren for the Championship at Pain For Pride? Is Jamie O’Hara even close to regaining the title? Has he even been been mentioned as a possible contender? Has he not been in obscurity for some time now? Why is he placing blame on others for his shortcomings? What is Xavier Williams on about? Why is he talking about being both the Hall of Fame Champion and the EAW Champion? Does Xavier not already have a set match at Pain For Pride against Mr. DEDEDE? Why is he getting so ahead of himself?

Why am I talking so ill of Scott’s own partners? Is it because I’m a soothsayer? Do I already know how this is all going to go down? Is this not going to be a rehash of what happened just three days ago with maybe just a few minor tweaks? Is this not just a watered down, diet Brand Warfare? Is Diamond Cage not going to be made an example of? Is Cameron Ella Ava not going to show again that she doesn’t care about anyone else but herself by at least attempt to cede defeat? Is Xavier not going to show that he doesn’t care about this match? Is Jamie not going to get for lack of a better term, buried again? Is Rey Shamez not the only one who cares about this match because it means she’s FINALLY getting some TV time. And most importantly as I finish looking into my crystal ball, is Scott Diamond not going to dominate? Is he not going to kick teeth down people’s throats? Is he not going to rip heads apart? Is he not going to run through the opposite team one by one? Is he not once again going to show that he is the ANCHOR of his team? That without him they wouldn’t even have a CHANCE? Is he not going to show that Showdown and EAW needs him? Are they going to stay out of his way so that he can get the victory FOR THEM?

WILL THEY THANK HIM THIS TIME?!