(SES stands on his knees in a church, a dime light glowing on his shirtless body, in front of him a box)

Listen to the voice of Virgil. Listen to him guide you through good and through bad into all the layers of Hell. The time has come when I am needed to take the place of Virgil. There will be no chance to save time in a bottle for those that will stand in front of me. While my debut with Scott Diamond has been nothing but disappointing. But whatever happened in that match, every fall, every hit, was not my fault. It was not my blame, it was not me that toke the fall. THOSE FOOLISH people that I have been forced to fight with are to blame for the failure of my mission. But that doesn't matter, for the good Lord that has given me this mission will forgive my mistakes.

(SES takes from the box a whip, he looks at it with care and compassion and suddenly he starts flailing himself, quickly)

My mission will not fail. I will take the names of those people and I will straighten them with every hit, with every move and forgive me God, I WILL TEAR THEM APART. Piece by piece as this whip cuts into my body, so will I CUT into their souls and into their bodies, they will feel endless pain and the gory force that my Cross can put them. I WILL SAVE YOU! EVEN IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT!!!

(SES stops from flailing himself he puts the whip down and blood is seen pouring down his back to his abdomen messing his white leggings)

My mission...is pain....my mission....is straightening those lost souls. The Hell I CREATE is needed...my pain needs to be spread around to Terry Chambers and Brayden Cruise. I must hurt you two. I must share my pain with you so you can bring salvation to yourselves and to myself. Understand that I DO THIS TO SAVE YOU!!! TO SAVE ME!!! Those souls that are burning inside each of us need to see the beautiful light that our Lord shines upon us. I HAVE FORSAKEN MY NAME! MY VICES! I HAVE BECOME STRAIGHT EGDE! ONLY TO FIND MY SALVATION. And I found it, I found into sharing my pain and my troubles with those that are still with black clouds into their minds. Thinks me a monster, but I am much more than that, I am the raven God created, the raven God saved so that he can spread his message into this company.

(SES looks down at the box and from it he pulls out barbed wire made in the same of a circle.)

Like the son of our God. Like our savior. I am willing to wear this crown of thrones on my head to bring salvation to the damned souls of Terry Chambers and Brayden Cruise. I will show them how the ideology of STRAIGHT EDGE CAN MAKE YOU BETTER THAN THOSE THAT ARE NOT. HOW IT CAN MAKE YOU BETTER THAN YOUR OPPONENTS AND HOW IT CAN SAVE YOU FROM ETERNAL DAMNATION.

(SES pushes the circle of barbed wire until it start to make his head bleed and the blood from his head starts pouring down his face)

Chambers....Cruise....I WILL SAVE YOU WITH MY OWN BLOOD I WILL BATH YOU AND DESTROY YOU. I WILL TURN YOU INTO SMALL PIECES AND FROM THOSE PIECES I WILL MAKE BETTER MEN OUT OF YOU! AND I SWEAR THAT UPON THE GRAVE OF MY OLD SELF!!!

(The camera fades to black as SES is all bloodied)

Aight, What's REALLY Good? It's ya boi. The Nas, The Spectacular One, The People's Choice, The Next Gawd, Almighty Nastradamus all seeing and all knowing. How are my people's livin on this fine day. You already know what it is. The Nas is havin what is lookin like will shape into a perfect day! The Nas just ran a hell of a lotta miles. He's headed to the set to film his first ever commercial with Jordan. Of course this ain't nothin new to ya boi. He has been in commercials for EAW of course! So you already know, we bout to step in the buildin, blow the roof off the joint, do what we gotta do, ya know handle our business, get paid, and move on to the next one, on to the next one HAHAHA! So let The Nas be completely honest right now. He just wants to congratulate Aria Jaxon for having the drive, determination, and willpower to keep The Nas down for three seconds. Hell you know if any woman can hold a man like me down for three seconds you gotta keeper, congrats to my brotha Aren on that one. But speaking of that match, as well as the match against Ares Vendetta. Don't think that two measly loses will be all it takes to run me outta this place again. NO WAY IN HELL! Ther Nas ain't goin NO-WHERE! The fact of the matter is this. This is exactly what The Nas wanted to happen. He wanted to lose, he wanted to not look all powerful, why you may be asking? The critics. The non believers. The HATERS! And it seems like The Nas has picked up one particular hater real quick like over the course of the past three weeks. Liam...Catterson.

Now before The People's Choice does what all of his fans what him to do, and that is lace into your punk ass. Allow The Nas to get the afterthoughts outta the way real quick. Dario Shaw, you been here two weeks now and have done nothing but LOSE! Victor Adams who in the hell is that? I thought this was Vixen! Is there not a Vixen with the last name Adams or some shit like that? Meh...afterthought anyways. Last for the trash bag trio is Luke Reign...dear god why the hell am I stuck in a match with this incompetent waste of human space. You know. For every guy like Luke Reign here in EAW, there is some young kid busting his ass makin 50 bucks a show. I want everyone to think about that when Luke comes out on Sunday. Luke Reign is nothing more than a blemish on the ass of this company! Absolute fuckin filth. Alright there. Each and every single one of the nobodies have been addressed and personally handles and taken care of. Now back to the original man I needed to speak to. The man who seems to have a big itch to scratch with Almighty Nastradamus. That of course being, as I specified earlier, Liam Catterson. 

Now Liam. The Nas could perfectly understand exactly why you would not be a fan of his. I mean just look at you. Lame buzz cut, permanent mean mug on your face, bland gray suits, absolutely abysmal moveset, and that's not even getting started on how far you've fallen since the days of your world title run here. Face it Liam, you are a huge shell of your former shell. There are plenty of men like you here in the land of the Elite. But you must certainly take the cake. I mean, just look at how Imp embarrassed you, and myself the week prior, and at Grand Rampage no one took you seriously as a threat. Not the competitors, not the fans, not the commentators. The latter tried to hype you up for the viewers at home. But obviously no one bought into it. And that's the thing Liam. You speak every single week. As if you are a prophet, a messiah, as if you are the answer to every issue that goes on in this world. Well Liam, just like the theme song says, "Much success to ya even if you wish me the opposite. Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is!" Fact is Free For All? The Nas likes the sound of it. He likes it so much that...well That he will be dreaming of it ever single night. Liam you could never kill me even if you tried. The Nas is BULLETPROOF! Now if you will excuse The Nas, he has a commercial to shoot, why don't you tune in to see it on your little television and see what greatness and gawdlyness looks like!

DYNASTY PROMO #2
 
Voice:  THE FOLLOWING IS AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM OMERTA
 
[The voice announces before your hacked video feed opens up to a scene of Zack Crash inside his OMERTA office in an undisclosed location.  A few men in SWAT armor, holding guns and standing in a parade rest stance flank both sides of Crash’s ornate desk.  He wears a lavish, pin-stripped suit, and a few bruises left from Jacob Senn’s horrid assault.  But even still, he looks confident and even a little smug as he swivels in his chair.  He folds his hands in front of him before finally deciding to speak.]
 
Zack Crash:  You think you’ve changed?  You think you’re any different or better than the Jacob Senn I buried all those months ago?  Oh Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.  Poor little delusional Jacob.  Don’t you know that humans are incapable of change?!  As the old cliché goes…a tiger can’t change his stripes.  The idea that a human can change is just a mask people hide behind to ignore the reality of their true self.  You can paint spots on a kitten, but that doesn’t make him a leopard.  You were never really an honorable man, or a hero fighting with a noble purpose.  You’ve always been the same selfish asshole and horror of a human being you always were, and you’ve never been honest with yourself.  Like you hatred on me for example.  You don’t hate me because of anything I did.  You hate me because you just can’t stand it when you see me being so much more successful than you!  You just can’t stand the fact that I use these tactics better than you ever did!  But that’s old ground that we’ve covered before, and which I’m sure everyone’s tired of hearing.  Instead lets focus on something new.  That week I spent in your company.  I must say while it was certainly the most unpleasant week of my life, I must also admit it was very educational.  I learned more about you in that one week than I ever have in our many years of feuding with each other.  And do you wanna know the most interesting thing I learned?  You’re obsessed with me!  I’d go far as to suggest you might even be ga-ga-gay for me!  I mean think about it.  Our Glass Crypt Match was supposed to be the end of our little feud; the place where we settled things.  And it was as far as I’m concerned.  Afterwards I moved on and forgot all about your meaningless life.  Then you come back, and instead of moving on, what do you do?  You re-ignite our old feud!  And I must ask myself…why?  Oh you talk about wanting to rid EAW of OMERTA, but I don’t think that’s it.  Countless evil stables have existed in EAW, and you didn’t do anything about them.  Where were you with Project EGO, or RAGNAROK, or Hexa-Gun?  But there’s one difference between them and OMERTA…me!  Admit it, you don’t really care about what we are or what we’ve done.  It’s always been about me.  What you find so interesting in me I don’t know, but I have to tell you that I’ve grown bored with your endless prattling!  Where you once inspired fierce competition in me, now your hypocrisy, your jealousy, and your repetitive rhetoric only serve now to give me a headache.  But you’re desperate to keep me in your wrestling life because you wanna to suck on our collective star power like some parasitic leech!  Which is why you’re resorting to tactics that once appalled you.  You wanna call OMERTA a “faction of cowards”?!  Well that’s real rich coming from you!  Who was it that kidnapped someone instead of facing them one-on-one?  Who was it that held their rival against their will instead of fighting them like someone who had a set of balls between their legs?  And who was it that stood in the ring and demanded you come out to face them?!  It think it’s pretty clear who the real coward in this situation is Mr. Senn, and it certainly isn’t OMERTA!  And as far as JJ Silva is concerned, your attempts to plant the seed of doubt in him is as pathetic as everyone else’s effort.  You see both Mr. Silva understand that this relationship is an investment; I’ve invested in him, and he’s invested in OMERTA.  And with any investment, reaping results take time and patience.  And yet already his patience is paying off, as he is currently #1 Contender for championship gold.  So you see his faith in OMERTA has already been rewarded, so he has no reason to listen or believe either you or Mr. Kelly.
 
And speaking of Mr. Kelly, I must say I’m disappointed in your choice of partner Mr. Senn.  I figured you’d used the opportunity to find yourself a halfway decent partner, shocking the EAW Universe with a partner like Lucian Black or perhaps Brian Daniels.  But instead you get a beaten dog!  Instead you pick a man who has come up short in every encounter he’s ever had with OMERTA.  How many times must we put you down before you’ll learn Mr. Kelly?  How many times must you fail before you realize you can’t win?  But that’s ok.  We don’t mind reminding you (again) of the horrible mistake you made when you decided not to join us!  It must be hard for you Mr. Kelly to look at us and see all that you turned down.  You must be screaming to yourself at night “Oh my God, what have I done”!  And in similar fashion to your new BFF, instead of facing this side of yourself like a true man, you instead try to pawn it off onto others.  You try to drag down Mr. Silva and his recent accomplishment of becoming #1 Contender because Mr. Silva has something while you have nothing!  All that big talk about pride and “standing on your own two feet” has gotten you nothing but empty hands!  Even when you had your chance at the Grand Rampage, even after you accepted the assist from Jacob Senn when he took me out, you still couldn’t get the job done against Scott Oasis!  But more importantly than that, I hope your realize that in that one instance, you compromised everything you believed in!  You accepted the aid of another man!  So tell me how that is exactly “standing on your own two feet”?!  You’re not just a weakling Mr. Kelly, you’re also a hypocrite!  You’ve lost all right to criticize OMERTA or any of its tactics because you showed, whether intentional or not, you’ll take advantage of the same ploys we use!  In the end, you’re no different than we are!  Except we’re willing to get our hands dirty, whereas you’re a little boy trying to keep his hands clean.  Well you can’t have it both ways Mr. Kelly!  You can’t stab a man and hope to keep blood off your blade.  Eventually you’ll have to grow up and learn that if you want to succeed, sometimes you need to do something dirty.  The saints and heroes aren’t as clean as you think Mr. Kelly!
 
This is the weakness of both our opponents!  They don’t want to accept who they truly are inside their hearts!  So how can they claim to know OMERTA when they don’t even know themselves?!  How can they hope to beat a team of men when they’re nothing more than children?!  OMERTA may be many different things, but we have never denied who or what we are.  We have committed crimes, we have blood on our hands, and we have done horrible things.  But all that is a necessary evil that must be done in order to create a better future for Dynasty and EAW!  Everything you two do is done only for yourselves because that’s all you really care about!  We are the true heroes!  We are willing to sacrifice our integrity, our reputations, all for the betterment of all!  And those who stand in the way of our goals will be destroyed, because all we’ve given up will not, must not be in vain!  We are OMERTA and we stand as one, and that is our greatest strength!  You two may act like a team, but you’re not because you are two individuals fighting for different things and that always eventually collapses in fights like these.  But OMERTA stands united because we have faith in our brothers and sisters.  Your attempts to turn us against each other falls on deaf ears, because our trust in each other is absolute!  Do you have that same faith in trust in Mr. Senn?  Do you have it in Mr. Kelly?  I sincerely doubt it.  We’ve faced each other many times over the years Senn.  Countless times we’ve faced off, and never once have you been able to keep me down!  The only way you can incapacitate me is by tying me to a chair!  I incapacitated you for months by fighting you and beating.  Now it’s time I finish the job!              
 
[Zack stands up from his chair, and at that moment both the guards come to a crisp attention.  Zack Crash folds his hands behind his back as he looks towards both men.  Crash makes the smallest gesture with his hands, and both men give the OMERTA salute before loudly, boldly, and bravely declaring…]     
 
Guards:  IN OMERTA WE TRUST!!!
 
Voice:  TRANSMISSION ENDS    
 


[Blackout]

"Really? You overhead us?" Aria asked, her eyes drifting to the window.

"Yeah."

I was driving down the highway just minutes from North Charleston. I was never big on this part of the south, but there was something serene about driving past the scenic woods of the Carolinas. It was a representation of a familiarity layered over an enigma. Its reflection inspired me to look deep inside myself, to find the questions I've yet to answer about who I am. Last night I did some meditation and realized what I had to do. Aria wasn't going to be too keen on my idea, but then again she wasn't going to be keen on me winning that Battleground cash either. But, for the time being we were discussing another elephant in the room. The raven haired one with pale skin.

"When was this?" Aria asked, turning back to me.

"You and Aren were leaving Tarah's room as I was going back to Cai and I's. I was catching up with JD earlier that night. At first I thought you guys were discussing superheroes but you seemed visibly disappointed about something. I decided to let Aren handle his business and cheer you up, so I listened in from around the corner. You sounded drunk, but you was upset about what Tarah said about me and was even more irate at that Cailin didn't defend me and went on to even low key agree with her."

"Was I specific in the details?" Aria asked, wincing.

"You were," I replied my eyes still on the road. "Everything from the Aquaman comment to how I shouldn't be trusted."

"Listen...Steph-"

"You don't have to explain anything" I said. "She's making her bed. Soon, she'll lie in it."

Aria grew quiet again and looked back out the window. She had nothing to worry about. I knew Tarah felt a certain way about me. She invited my friends to her little get togethers without ever extending an invitation and has my girlfriend wrapped around her finger. This was a situation I would have to respond to carefully. I have one advantage in this scenario, but it's a card I can only play when the time is right. This advantage was the reason why Cailin fell for me in the first place. I have to remind her of this, and the only way I can do that is in the ring. I will start with Haruna and work my way through my rogues gallery. Ms. Texas said it herself: I possessed a confidence that even she admired and envied. Cai and I's relationship started out as a friendly rivalry. Somewhere along the way, I forgot about that. I let this toxic relationship with Haruna ruin my love for wrestling...and my life with Cailin. Now, someone aims to push me out of my own friends circle and replace my name in the opening credits with theirs. Before I can take them on, I had to get my mind right...tame the darkness in my heart. I will start with ending things with Haruna Sakazaki and myself. 

Then, I'll confront the source of my pain personally.


Before I start...I wish you thank you Haruna. Because of your antics, Cai and I are able to rebuild our relationship rather than worry about beating the hell out of each other. I subscribed to your YouTube channel the other day to see what you've been up to since I kicked you out of my ring. I'm happy to see that you found something to fall back on for when you leave the business. Because that's inevitable right? Once you grow bored of this business, you'll go back to mountains from whence you came. You'll run your family's inn and marry a pure Japanese upper middle-class salary man. You'll subject yourself to the stereotypical role of a housewife, something that women like Cam, Eris, HBG, Cleo, and Sabina laid their lives on the line to fight against. It's what women like Cailin, Aria, and myself are the antithesis of. And know what's heartbreaking about this? One day you'll leave Alex all alone. All of that effort he put into wooing you, and rebuilding you from scratch will be for naught.

The problem with you Haruna is that you think this is a game. The first year you were in EAW, you was treated as an 'exotic other'. The alternative vixen to the likes of Tarah, Cam, Lethal, and Maddie-uh-I-mean-Madison. Being the only joshi in EAW for so long gave you a sense of entitlement, a sort of pride if you will. You were used to coasting by, being booked for title matches here and there, only to be thwarted by that poor woman's Harley Quinn at every turn. Hell, you even considered taking your own life because you didn't get your way. Mexi better put you on suicide watch, because when I'm finished tap dancing on your face, your life will flash before your eyes. You'll see every wrong move you've ever made in a match. You'll regret ever making things personal with me Haruna. I need you to understand that you're not going to fight an unfocused Cailin Dillon. I need you to understand that you're not getting in the ring with a broken Cloud Matsuda. Tokyo was a learning lesson for me. I expect you to pull  every trick in the book to get what you want, here's the thing...you can't pin me this time around. You'll have to beat me within an inch of my life if you want this title. You won before because I walked straight into a trap. I was so desperate to end you that I ironically got my alter ego killed in the process. I'm no longer desperate Haruna, and on Friday I'll have the advantage...in your own specialty match. This is what Matsuda's Rules is all about; beating an opponent at their own game. Eat, sleep, challenge, repeat.  Stay up kiddo, cause Matsuda vs Sakazaki  has a prize dangling at the end of our story.

See you in the funny papers.

(Christian is in his home, sitting at the table with a disgusted look on his face. He clenches his fist before slowly releasing it.)
 
Here’s a line for you that may cause tension, but I do not care: never trust a woman. This is what my father always used to tell me when I was a kid, whenever he got into a bad fight with my mother. At that time I didn’t believe him. I thought that he was just speaking out of frustration and failed to keep his emotions in check; I thought that he said things he didn’t mean to say.  But this past Sunday night on Voltage, I learned the hard way that my father may have been right all along. Last week I entrusted a woman by the name of Eris LeCava, to demolish and shame Starr Stan. I even took my personal free time to lend her a helping hand to get the job done. I demoralized Starr Stan. I screamed my lungs out through the entire duration of the match to shift away his attention from his on-going physical bout onto me. I handed her the easiest victory anybody could ever ask for on a silver platter and what did she do? She spat on it. Instead of capitalizing on a grand opportunity that was bestowed by The Truth himself, she decided to act like a bitch, making MY altercation with Starr Stan all about her, so fucking typical. Let’s be honest with ourselves here ladies and gentlemen, we all know that she was just a pawn in all of this. This is the Vixen’s champion we are talking about, who’s supposed to be the smartest and strongest of the Vixens division. It’s shocking even to me. I know how you all feel right about now. If anyone else on the EAW roster would receive a favor from me, they would all be kissing my ass including Starr Stan. They would say “Thank you Christian for acknowledging my existence. It’s my pleasure and honor to have you in my corner.” Now imagine if any other woman replaced Eris in that match, they would most likely go on a feminist riot against me while I would be trying to distract their opponent, Stan, about how they are an independent woman, who doesn’t need a man to make their decisions. So in a way, I got a bit lucky this past Sunday despite all the fiasco I had to tolerate through.
 
(Christian stops talking for a brief moment and cracks his neck.)
 
Anyways, that’s enough about Eris and women in general. Let’s talk about what really matters and that is the EAW “legend” himself, Starr Stan.  Starr, I hope you are proud with your outcome on Voltage, which was an anticlimactic draw, despite the cold hard fact that a man of your stature should have a woman down on the floor in three seconds time. You can thank me later for what I did for you on Voltage because even though your adversary wasn’t really bright minded, she managed to kick your ass all over the place. I am not going to explain how I helped you because I’ve just gone on a rant against Eris and I really don’t want to repeat myself twice. For the past several weeks, I have been belittling and throwing insults directly to your face meanwhile you’ve been ignoring me because despite having an eight year career under your belt, you’ve got nothing to counter my claims, how ridiculously sad. I know that this speech won’t make you squeak one bit, so I’ll try to keep this short and sweet for you. Starr, you were right when you said a week ago that this retirement isn’t fake and it’s damn real. That you’ll never walk through EAW doors again as a wrestler after Pain for Pride 9. This is the first thing you’ve said to me that I agree with. However, I don’t agree with it because I think you are a man of your word and that you’ll do as you say, no no no -- but because I am THE MAN of my word and I’ll do as I say, which is retire you as soon as our 1 on 1 match takes place. Now, I know you still think I stole the Grand Rampage qualifier match away from you, which makes me laugh every time I think about it because you couldn’t even get up and get to the ring in ten seconds. Just like you couldn’t last more than 60 seconds at Grand Rampage. Speaking of which, did I steal that win away from you as well even though I didn’t even enter the ring yet? I bet you think I did because an American Hero doesn’t have the balls to admit his shortcomings. But don’t be upset just yet Starr, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel! You still have time to walk away from all of this and never step your foot into MY ring ever again. So which option is it going to be? Walk away from EAW forever like the coward you are at heart or face Christian Locke in your final match and never be able to walk again? The choice is yours. Please don’t fuck it up again.
 
Just a couple of hours ago I found out what I will be doing this Sunday night on Voltage and in response, I couldn’t help but cover my face with my right hand. For the past two months I’ve been the most dominant figure not only of this brand but the entirety of EAW.  I’ve humiliated and crushed some of the best names this company has to offer. I’ve kept this product entertaining.  And still somehow, someway this is not enough for me to main event this show at least once. I feel insulted really. I deserve to close out Voltage on a weekly basis. Wait no scratch the word “deserve” from my last sentence; that word is for losers who’ve never surmounted to anything for years. What I meant to say a few seconds ago is I am STRONG and RESPONSIBLE enough to close out Voltage on weekly basis. Taking a closer look at my upcoming match this week, I guess Ashten Cross has a good excuse this time for delaying my spotlight for another week because there’s an anchor pushing me down, which is my opponent Nick Angel. Yes, Nick you heard me correctly. You are a dead weight. I am sorry I have to speak to you this way – well, actually not really, but sure. Most of the people I’ve faced thus far either have trouble hearing or they are just slow in the head. Anyways getting back to my point here, you are not a main event caliber elitist and that’s why we are stuck right here in the middle of the pack. It’s said and I wish I could change it but unfortunately not even I can bend the truth. Although I have a ligament excuse, since I am still “new” to the EAW world, while you? Not so much. Any who, about a month ago you were awarded the privilege to face Ares Vendetta for the #1 contendership for the Answers World Championship and the following week a match against Mr. DDD. You blew both of those once in a lifetime opportunities because you are a choke artist Nick.  Actually no, on second thought you aren’t even a choke artist, I deeply apologize. In order for you to be a choke artist, you would have to be the favorite to win those matches and let’s be honest, besides your family members, nobody in their right mind would predict you to win. Before you hit me back with a lecture on how close you came to those victories, let me be the first one to tell you that all of this doesn’t matter. The end result is the only thing that’s relevant and it clearly states that you lost, therefore you are a loser.  What else doesn’t matter is your words. Before all those matches started, you tried to verbally convince yourself and many other people around the globe that you were going to beat Ares and DDD, however you lied through your teeth and if you say that you will beat me this Sunday, then sadly, you haven’t learned your lesson.
 
 Go ahead Nick. Prove me wrong on everything I’ve said. Take a Liam Catterson approach and call me arrogant. That sounds so original and cool! How about you tell me how your subpar performance at Grand Rampage demonstrates that you are a World Championship material who can hang with the likes of me. Or no wait…forget all of that, you should probably boast about your win over Lucas Johnson a couple of weeks ago just like you did in your last speech because nobody has ever taken down that “lion”. You are the first man in EAW history to outperform him! WOOOOO!! Nick Angel, do you like to hear facts? I bet you do. Who doesn’t? The fact is you have nothing to threaten me with. While you have been trying to get a snippet of what a World Championship title looks like, I’ve proved it all worthless when it comes head to head with me. I don’t need the championship title to get recognition. It needs me to look eminent! You have no chance when it comes to facing me toe-to-toe and you shouldn’t feel offended or bad or anything like that because nobody in this company does. However, one thing I can’t promise is a win over you this upcoming Voltage, which is really unusual for me, because there will be a Hall of Famer in your corner waiting to stab me in the back. That being said, enjoy this free advantage that was wrongfully handed to you because let’s be honest, you will need a helping hand if you want even a sliver of a shot of beating me. Now go on, respond to me with one of those bullshit interviews that nobody cares about -- which makes sense because nobody cares about you in general. I will be waiting.
 
   
(Christian sits up and slowly walks away, with the scene fading to black.)

Nico stands with his back to the camera in a dim, candlelit room. He hunched over a table, on which are sprawled a collection of photographs. Some appear to be headshots of various EAW wrestlers; Eclipse Diemos, Dark Demon, Aren Mstislav, The Pizza Boy. Black arcs are drawn around their heads like halos. A few others are indistinguishable. Whatever images were once depicted, they are now completely scrawled over in black. With one hand Nico is holding down a photo of Rhaegar. With the other, he erases it with a black marker pen.


Last week on Dynasty I received vindication.Just as foretold, I outfought Rhaegar comprehensively. He was in the palm of my hands; at the mercy of God himself. But that much was known by all before the match had even begun. What’s more important is the turn of events that followed, when Ventura arrived to ‘save’ his brother. Ventura surely thought that his goodwill and intervention alone would be enough to deliver Rhaegar. To soften his heart and harden his will. But his efforts were met, quite predictably, by Rhaegar’s rage and retaliation. Has noone been listening? I have sought so hard to make it clear, that the self-righteousness and works of men alone are insufficient a price for salvation. Our fates are no longer on the market. They have been bought with the blood of Jesus Christ himself, and it is only by his grace  that we are saved. In other words, Rhaegar will pray to his maker, or he shall be damned eternally by him. I feel I was so very close to leading him down that path. But alas, Ventura, you just had to put a halt to the good work. Nevermind. All shall have their allotted time.

Tossing aside the now defaced image of Rhaegar, Nico pulls open a drawer and fumbles around inside. He produces a clean photograph of Finnick Lionheart and immediately proceeds to to sketch a black halo around it’s head. Narrowly, he refrains from the urge to press the nib square into Finnick’s face.

This week I will once again face an opponent who holds little hope of victory. Another idolater to be put down. Another poor wretch putting his faith in the ideals of a twisted church is to be humbled and made to learn his place. Made to fear. Made to pray.  Finnick Lionheart. Who even are you? Your name alone sounds somewhat aspirational.  An echo of the epithet held by the famous King Richard I of England. A man known across Christendom for his bravery, zeal and martial skill. Ironic then that you are known for nothing. All I have are questions. Are you, like Rhaegar, one who clamours for a bygone ideal? Do you cast yourself in the same mold as the mythical warriors of old? Honoured, esteemed by the masses and skilled in combat. Perhaps aspirational was the word after all. The one thing I do know, Finnick, is that you don’t quite live up to those standards. You are just another foppish wretch with no substance. Yet, I don’t contempt you for your weakness. After all, the meek shall inherit the earth, no? But there is one thing that saddens me about you. I can’t see any good reason for you to be here. You remind me of every last one of those fans in the EAW universe. You won’t give pause until the blood is flowing. You thirst after violence for violence’s own sake. Or worse, you’ve been seduced by the petty glamour and promises of false idols, and now you’ve decided to follow them into their vice.

Nico lets out a muffled sigh in disdain.

You won’t listen. You are just like the rest. But there is hope for you yet, brother. Many others have tasted the forbidden fruit of liars and heretics. Some have taken big hearty bites and fed their egos on such delusions. But you? For all your talk, you lack the bite to get the job done. You are only going to choke. Make no mistake though, that is a mercy for which you should be thankful. Blessed are the poor in spirit, and blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the Kingdom of God. I will bring the righteous persecution, and you are going to lose your appetite for this business, boy. Together we are going to send a message. Wanton idolatry and the pursuit of prideful desires lead only to ruin, only faith in the Lord Almighty can bring salvation.


                                                                           Number your days.

 
Cailin Dillon walks into an Ohio gym early in the morning and flips on the lights. She looks around the small building with a few weights and bags all on the outside of the ring that sits in the middle. Pulling her bag up on her shoulder she walks to the ring and slides the bag under the ropes before crawling in behind it. She opens her bag and pulls out a camera, sitting it on a ring post and flipping it on. She shoves her hands in her pockets.
 
This is where my professional career began in what seems like forever ago. I brought my skills here and was turned into a real professional. Back then I had been going amateur show to show. You’ll hear so many of the Vixens in EAW talk about those indy days when they were just putting on a show because they love this sport. Some lose the love and this becomes a job. Others never lost it. I’ve never stopped loving wrestling from the day I first encountered it. It’s the one thing I can always count on. And in this gym, I was cultivated into a better fighter. In the EAW rings, I’ve been developed into a champion. This place taught me how to wrestle well enough that I could be successful. EAW is where I’ve learned that I can be the best. It’s a place where you learn to never settle for anything but the best. This is my past, but I’ve long moved on from it.
 
So what has it been, Madison, ages since we last fought one-one one? I think back to that Empress of Elite tournament. Damn, this place was really all about you back then. The newer group of Vixens that were flooding in still hadn’t established themselves as the sort of new order in the division. That happened, what, a couple weeks later? You’d know, you had a front row seat to witness it all. But strangely, it’s shifted to the middle rows over time. Yeah, you’ve still been given these obligatory opportunities, but eventually you had to do what you do best. You aligned yourself with someone. Hey, don’t take this as me bashing you for joining the Sanatorium. We all do strange things when our heads aren’t right. Like join groups along with Eclipse, or form teams with other Vixens. The truth is, they aren’t all bad. Sometimes they pan out into something. Your tag team with Maria Gonzales, now that was a trip. My affiliation with the Iconomy, a walking disaster. Our current situations see, to be reversed. You’re teaming with the Eclipse group and here I am teamed with a couple Vixens. Amazing how we got to this point isn’t it? There are some differences sure. But we’re both former champions looking for the next direction that points us back to where we want to be. We both believe ourselves to be two of the most worthy Vixens in this company when it comes to putting that gold around our wastes. At some point, something has to give. This can’t just be two women fighting in the mirror until one or the other flinches or gives up. We’ve been looking for chances to tear each other apart again for a long time. Remember back at that ever so random tag match. It was Hexa-gun vs. Sanatorium vs. Mr. Dedede, Tarah Nova and me. There was something you said that week. You threatened me as a champion and acted as if I had been dodging you that entire time. You said I wasn’t willing to face you. But that backfired. I stood right there and told you I’d face you the next week if they’d book it. I would have fought you multiple times and beat you time after time if you wanted to challenge me for that belt. I beat Eris LeCava, and you can’t. I took down the Heart Break Gal when she took her shot at that title. I was never pinned, they had to get creative to take that title off of me. What makes you think I would be any different now?
 
Let’s call this one the makeup, shall we? Even if you have to bring the new Maria Gonzales to the ring with you as protection, see if I care. This is the match you wanted all along, gold or not. We shall fight, just us, for the first time since that match all the way back in the early days of my career here. And you can focus back on that and look for the purpose or motivation for how this one will be different or the same. I’ll remind you straight up how the match went. You were one-week removed from losing a title match against Tarah. You were on the ropes about to suffer an insanely surprising upset against a rather unknown Cailin Dillon. And you pulled out a win by distracting the official and rolling me up, using my tights. You know, just vintage Madison Kaline. And of course it was all proceeded by a week full of poetry that amounted to little more than child’s play. I think it was in that match that people started to say to themselves, “Oh, holy shit! Who is this girl?” You had come into that match expecting to big time a rookie. And you narrowly escaped with a win. My god I was naïve as hell back then. Remember how we both tried to out bitch each other for that whole week? You were still in the process of trying to show us who the real Maddie was. And I was just trying to make a move. That is so long ago now. Things have changed immensely. I’m now thought of synonymously with a title that went from a joke to and valued prize. Even today people look at a new champion and say she has Cailin’s title. But no one would dare look at Eris and say she has your title. You are a former champion whose reign was over in all but a sneeze. Bless you! You again tried to big time a rookie, but she caught you amazingly off guard in the way she took you down. You became a true transitional champion. You snatched the title from Tarah as she was on her way out the door, and then gave it away when the real threat came for it.
 
I will admit that most people still believe the Vixen’s title to be the superior title over the Specialist’s, even if our so unbeatable Vixen’s champion couldn’t defeat me in a champion vs. champion match. I’m sure that you believe the fact that you’ve fought for that title clearly puts you in a class above me. Problem is, the person with that title simply isn’t allowed to fight for the other title. Otherwise, I would have had both. I’m positive you look at the main event at Triple Threat with a hint of disgust. For some time now, this has been all about Madison Kaline in your mind. When something doesn’t feature you or become all about you, it’s a waste of time. You might have a family behind you, but you will never stop being the ice queen that I routinely referred to you as before 2015 came to a close. To see Aria in that match at Triple Threat though, that must feel like a punch to the throat. That’s that revolution taking up 2/3s of the first-ever Vixen main event at an FPV. And now that I can go for that Vixen’s title, you better believe it’s the next thing on my radar. I will do anything it takes to ascend to that level. I will take down my most brutal enemies and I will battle the ones I call friends and allies to become the first Vixen to ever have held both the Specialist’s and Vixen’s titles. If that means I have to go through you on a Saturday to make sure everyone in the EAW knows exactly what’s on my mind, I have no problems with it. I’ve never really had any personal problems with you. We cross paths, we fight, and then we move on. We’re not bitter rivals and it feels like we still hardly know each other. But I know everything I need to know about you. You’ll long be that girl that needs someone in her corner to save her when the going gets tough. You’ll always be the one who likes to have that extra card in her back pocket, that last resort when you’re about to lose. Tell Alexis to step her ass up in that ring and I’ll take the two of you down together. That is how you guys do everything, correct? As a family?
 
I don’t know who is sitting around dreaming up matches these days and who thought to themselves that Cailin Dillon and Madison Kaline needed to meet again, but you know what? I’m thrilled this match is happening. You told me a few months ago that I’m only capable of beating the little guys. You’ve pretended that all I’ve ever done is spank around a few jobbers and then claim to be something bigger than I am. I’ve never claimed to be anything but a person who doesn’t back down from the challenges that are placed in front of her. Whether times are going great, or I’m dealing with adversity, I’m always going to come out swinging. I’m not the same little girl that swung a missed back at Empress of Elite. I’m the bitch that will kick your teeth out to win this match if I need to, and leave you to pick them up one by one. I might not be a champion at this moment, but I’m not sitting around feeling sorry for myself. I’m not about to let it stop me from achieving my next goal. Maybe this match is a long time coming, Madison. Maybe we’ve both deserved a more suitable opponent on a regular show. It’s just too damn bad for you that I’m the draw you get. Because I have no problem burying you and leaving the shovel lying on the grave. So please, write your poems this week and tell me how it’s going to be in your most wicked of literal ways. Or twirl your hands and form the icebergs to try and stop this ship from rolling right through you. There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from beating you this week. There’s nothing you can do to avoid the beating when you step into the ring with a real ex-champion.
 
Cailin smiles and blows a kiss to the camera before walking over and shutting it off. She puts the camera in her bag and crawls out of the ring, looking around the gym one last time. She throws her keys on the ground, shuts off the lights and lets the door slam shut as the scene fades out.

 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Just when you think you are down and dry, your stock is really rising up in the ranks and people are paying attention to that. Shocked..happy..sad..grateful..motivated, these words describe what I felt Sunday night when the General Manager of Voltage - Ashten Cross presented me with the Young Lions Cup that was brought back to the land of the elite after it was retired a couple years ago. I seriously thought I had to dig myself out of a huge grave after what I have been through the past couple of weeks not only on Voltage but on Battleground as well. Week after week I would let match by match slip through my fingers even with the toughest losses lately against Carlos Russo and Nick Angel, I would pick myself back up and move onto the next task at hand, weather it be bonus matches on Battleground or against other New Breed talent or hell even against the top veterans in the company these days. I have to admit these few weeks have been rough for me, it all started with the Voltage European Tour, I loved traveling all over Europe with all the dudes in the locker room and visiting famous attractions that I will never ever forget. But during that tour I forgot what city we were in but I had some International food and it fucked up my stomach real bad, I tried hiding it from the doctor because I didn't want to get pulled from the tour. After every single match I would be dry heaving, feeling like I wanted to puke my brains out any minute and some nights I actually did. The last two weeks of the European tour were pretty rough and tried to get healthy as I could for Voltage every week and just couldn't wait to get back to the states honestly and go to my own doctor. So I get home back to Atlanta and can finally rest up my body and go to the doctor and see what is going on, turns out my body wasn't used to International food so much, I was eating it every single night in a new city and a new type of food. The doctor gave me antibiotics and days later I felt a hundred percent again leading up to Voltage, being in the dark place continued as week after week I would blow matches left and right including CWF World Championship matches against Carlos Russo and even Pure Championship matches against Carson Ramsey. I never got the job done in the win column but I did make a name for myself by having great showings and impressing the executives in the back, shortly after I was eliminated from Grand Rampage and in that incredible match against Nick Angel I would replay in my mind every single week, what went wrong? I was so close...it's like a mind fuck every single week, what is destine me to fail? Just when I thought I was at the bottom of the food chain I was ready to stop from the bottom and get back up on that horse and try to reach to the top of the food chain over the next couple of weeks then when Ashten Cross and the Voltage wanted to sign me to a long term deal I was actually shocked kinda, I knew something was up. Who wouldn't turn down a deal that you would be making over an million dollars for multiple years, just then I was letting my anger out in the locker room last week and Ashten Cross brought in that Young Lions Cup in, I knew this is why I was signed to a long term deal. The Voltage team see me as a long term project, the kid from Atlanta with an NCAA amateur wrestling background was just rewarded the cup that represents the up and coming talent for the New Breed division. The Young Lions Cup is meant for you to jump start you to future title matches like New Breed or Pure Title matches and eventually down the line becoming World Heavyweight Champion! Still to this day I am shocked out of everyone that was rewarded the cup, Lucas "The Wrestling Machine" Johnson was rewarded it and I have a big smile on my face every time I look at it. It's going to be spit and shinny every single day so I can see my reflection in the trophy. 

(The camera is faced at Lucas Johnson in his home in Atlanta, Georgia with him looking at the Young Lions Cup trophy with a big smile on his face as you hear his television on in the background but the volume is lowered...)

The key word that belongs to be associated with this beautiful trophy is respect. Respect...earn it and show it because that is the thing in this business that you need. If you don't respect anyone in the locker room like performers, staff, executives, and even fans you would be the lone wolf in the jungle looking around and finding no one around you. Treat everyone how you want to be treated and I propose as the first person to hold the Young Lions Cup since Terry Chambers held it a few years ago that every New Breed competitor should show respect to whoever the holder of the cup is at the time when they challenge to. You establish the New Breed Code and it's that before every single match both the Cup Holder and the Challenger must mutually shake hands and thus that will officially begin and the referee will be allowed to ring the bell, that's just my take on it but it's all up to the Voltage executives now. I proposed it last night and waiting to hear back from them but anyway this Sunday I return home....Long Island, New York is my grandparents hometown...I may be born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia but Long Island will always have a place near and dear to my heart. Every time I would visit the island weather it being during the Summer to stay with my grand parents, going to Yankee games or just going to Jones Beach and having a good time the place will always feel like a second home to me. 

(Lucas Johnson is sitting in the chair with a blank look on his face as he is 'staring into space' as he is having flashbacks of Fighting Spirit 2 from a few months ago in New York City)

WWEFan: Hamau watches as Lucas gets up, AND THEN SWINGS FOR THE FENCES WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL! Mickey tells Hamau that’s enough as Hamau drops the chair and walks off with him by his side! Lucas is down after the opening round but still has plenty more opponents to go, how will he even make it? Ryan Young is ready to face Lucas Johnson but there’s not exactly much left as Lucas’ brain has been scrambled by that chair shot. He crawls to Ryan Young, pulling himself up and leaning against Ryan looking to swing, but Ryan just smugly moves out of the way and leaves Lucas to fall down! Kick to the gut! Lucas Johnson is coughing up a storm as Ryan then takes his boot and rests it against Lucas’ hand, teasing him with it as he taps his skull repeatedly — BEFORE JUMPING UP AND STOMPING ON IT! “CASHIN CHECKS” It connects as Ryan drops down and covers! OH COME ON!


Referee: ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!! TWOOOOOO!!!! THREEEEEEE!!!!!


Ring Announcer: Lucas Johnson has been eliminated!

(Lucas Johnson wakes up from his day dream as he tries to shake it off and forget that memory...)

Last time I was in the tri-state area it was my first free per-view here at the land of the elite, Voltage hosted Fighting Spirit 2 which was a Super-show that was shown live on the EAW Network around the world. I remember I just came back from an arm injury and recovered faster then usual and the doctors were super impressed from it that I came back this quick and was a hundred percent. But it was New York City inside the Marquee Fight Club and was ready to take on the world and make an impact on my first night being apart of a major event that could lead me to big and better things. I may have not came up with the victory that night but now it's time for me to become a winner, to become a champion, I maybe the current holder of the Young Lions Cup but having it makes me more hungry to reach the promise land. I want love to not only hold the Cup but also get to wear some championship gold around my waist, like the New Breed Championship possibly? But unfortunately things don't work like that, the magic number is five. Five New Breed bouts for the cup and if I survive the five bouts and get five victories I can cash this baby in for a title match any place and any time I want and I plan on cashing this baby in right away and make my impact right before the showcase of the immortals. Pain for Pride season is here and July 1st is right around the corner and the new revolution for The Wrestling Machine begins this Sunday on Voltage when I defend my Cup for the first time against Nobi. Just like I said on Sunday to General Manager Ashten Cross, I have a huge red target on my head from everybody on the Voltage roster that's apart of the New Breed division, while this is going to be a challenge for me, I love the competition. The competition is what fuels me to come to work every single week and that's why the New Breed division is so special right now, while everyone is looking at Piff to gain the title like Maxwell Dachs and JJ Silva, I am right behind Piff holding the cup and playing a cat and mouse game when I am the mouse and I just have tons of cats on the Voltage roster chasing after me. Once I get into the squared circle the angry bear comes out because I refuse to screw this up, I was awarded the brass ring now I have to run with it and earn one on my own...Nobi we will meet in the center of the ring this Sunday and sorry to say it but if I need to break your arm by locking in The Machine Break, I hope you know it's all about business, nothing personal. Do you know how it is letting people down? Letting the people in the locker room down that want to see you succeed? I refuse to look up in my grandparents hometown and see my parents cry front row as I lose another match. What do I want to see? I want to see them with a big smile on there face as I run over to them and hug them when I retain the Young Lions Cup. As I grow and evolve I am just a lion stalking it's pray waiting to strike at the right time and Sunday night is the perfect time. It's time to build up my legacy, it's time to become a winner, it's time to correct my mistakes from last night. When I walk into the renovated Nassau Veterans Coliseum this Sunday on May 22nd in-front of my family...it will be redemption! This isn't only redemption for me but this is also my stock that will begin to rise as Triple Threat is around the corner that will be the final stop before the showcase of the immortals. As Pain for Pride 9 begins to rise from the horizon, 'The Wrestling Machine' begins to rise up the food chain and carry The Young Lions Cup with pride! Nobi you maybe challenger number one but you are just going to learn a lesson in rookie mistakes!

For you Christopher Elite.

Just when you think you had the last word.  Out comes Chris Elite.   Steph which one of our Rampage matches can the fans name more than 5 people in? Which one of us went against tougher competition for the title?  Oh don’t worry I’ll wait for the answer.  I say you be quiet before I super kick you so hard you’ll be managing J.D. Damon in the indy circuit again.  In less than twenty hours you’ll beg EAW never to put you in a match with me again.  In less than twenty hours you’ll be wishing you would of told me how much you respected me instead of disrespecting me.  This over-done super kick you call my move will be the same reason you might never step in the ring again.  Do you understand? Or will you continue to be hard headed and say corny things?  The ball is in your court “Champ” whether you choose to do the right thing with it or get yourself hurt in that ring against me is all your choice.  I suggest now you let me get the last word I’ll guarantee I’ll hit the last move and you won’t like that one little bit.  You keep on bringing up Big Mike starts to make me you have some secret crush on him.  However you keep bringing him up he’ll also get involved and use one of his 5 moves of doom on you.  Now that I think about it, you might like one of those 5 moves.  Now that I think of it you probably want Big Mike to pay child support a future kid of yours.   Now I have the last word and I advise you assholes keep it that way!



That goes for you too Mexi.  I don't care about the revenge you want to get on me because it won't happen.  If you come any where near me in that match I'll add an extra 13 stitches over that left eyebrow.  Understand?  You should of stayed bored at home bitching over your injuries I gave you instead of getting in this match.  Now you might not even make it to the title match once I'm done with you and they'll be forced to hand me the title, matter of fact they should just do that now.   Skip to TLA? I mean I know he's the easier guy to face but you'll be lucky if you even get to see him in the ring again let alone defend the title against him.   I wonder how much I sucked when my boot and chair connected into your face.  I wonder how much I'll suck when not only am I standing above you with my hand raised in this match.  But standing above you with my hand and your TITLE raised.