{~Exclusive on EAW network.  Butcher is sitting in a chair backstage.  He wipes blood off his forehead, and looks up to the camera.~}

I beat that boy with in an inch of his life.  Butcher and Max Stryker went and put on the Match of the Year, if you didn't see it you missed out.
The crowd was rocking, some of the spots we had were death defying.  I think one of the refs is paralyzed.  Don't worry about that beating 
Max, there will be plenty more for you in the future, you ain't half bad dawg.

Okay, I'm reloaded!

Eclipse sometimes I wonder where the deranged madman ends and the scared little boy begins. As rumor would have it, something tragic happened in your childhood that made you into the strange little man that we see today. Now I can't relate to your experience...but I know two young ladies who can. They lost one of the most important people in their lives, but yet they still don't let darkness enter their hearts. The youngest...she's so strong and an inspiration of mine. She was dealt the worst hand but yet she still trucks on. You're blind by your own childish ambitions. You want to see the ugly in people and embrace it like some kind of surrogate Carl Jung. Your archetypes and conception of the shadow has been proven to be limited. The monster in me is not what earned me the title I now possess. The monster failed in Tokyo and has now been laid to rest. Your assumption that Aria and I's world doesn't exist is a fallacy just like assumptions the majority makes about the under privileged. Formation is doing just fine by the way...

(Moves the camera to show a sleeping Cailin.)

As you can see "God's in his heaven-All's right with the world!"

There's several other of Robert Browning's works I would like to mention. You talk about limits but "A man's reach should extend his grasp" or in this case...a woman's. My ambition knows no bounds Eclipse, something that Aria knows well. And unlike yours, they're realistic. I no longer want Haruna and Mexi's blood to flow across the ring. I want to beat them both in a match of skill- showing each how far I've come and that I'm not one to stay down for long. I want young women to realize that they are stronger than they think. I want my art of war to inspire those who put themselves out there in the world and lay it out on the line. If the world just caves and stays in darkness than nothing would never grow, nothing would ever evolve. You would like that wouldn't you? For the world to be dependent on your dime store beliefs? I wonder if this is all an act to cover your obvious loneliness? I wonder what that boy was like back then...and how much of him influences the sad little man you are today. You trap yourself in a cage of delusion, surrounded by innocents who need therapy more than they need you. You ask me if I'm scared? Hell,  I'm not even amused.

Aria...wanna know something? You're my biggest concern in this match. Everytime we were on opposite ends of the ring you came out on top. You know me better than I know myself. You're a quick study, and an even better show woman. Your power comes from the excitement of the ring...the pomp and circumstance of the overall match. You're very aware of how the expectations of a match can affect the psychology of its participants. You used this ability time ans time again to cement your place in this company. To beat Aria Jaxon in a match with four other ninjas will require me to pull a fast one. A...heist if you will. I'll have to minimize my moveset in favor of seizing opportunities..."less is more" if you will. If you take a look at my track record, I'm no stranger to fighting multiple opponents. But as 'Ria stated, it'll take more than tossing people over the rope to win this match. I'll need to pin one of you to get my money. If I have to get over Ms. Jaxon...then well no hard feelings right? "Grow old along with me!" Ria-chan...

Along with treating me to the local Dairy Queen.

Brooklyn, NY.

(The Breukelen Coffee House was slowing after their peak hours when Stephanie walked inside. She briefly observed the young millennials who were seated nearby on a sofa while she searched for Cailin. It didn't surprise her that Cai was late, yet again. Steph made her way to the counter, thinking about her choice of caffeine.)

Barista: May I help you?

Steph: (thinks) Uh...let me stick with a hazelnut black. No sugar.

Baritsa: Coming right up.

(Steph turned around to find a familiar blonde Texan making her inside wearing black yoga pants and a...Tarah Nova shirt.)

Steph: (mutters) Hmph. (waves her hand) Cai! Over here!

(Cailin flipped her hair as she turned and looked and the blue-haired one waving to her. She took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh, biting her lip. With hesitation, she started walking over to Stephanie and stopped just short of bumping into her.)

Cailin: Hey! (She raised her brows almost sarcastically and looked around.) Sorry. I'm not used to timing the distance around here... So, it's been awhile, huh? I figured we might as well talk about all of this... this... whatever this is. Like this stuff between us. So...

(Cailin searched for an empty booth and then took a step that way, looking back over her shoulder to Stephanie before she completed her walk.)

Cailin: Hey, just get me a water. Been training all day...

(Cailin walked away from Stephanie and settled into a bench, sitting down.)

Steph: Let me get a water too thanks...

(Stephanie watched Cailin's meek expression while she waited for her order.)

Barista: Here you go. (gives Steph a cup and bottle.)

Steph: Thank you. 

(Steph takes it and walks over to the bench.)

Steph: So...yeah. (sits down) Shall you go first or I?

(Cailin folds her hands together as she looks up at Stephanie and focuses on her eyes, letting the silence hang in the air between them.)

Cailin: Listen, this has been really difficult to deal with. Personally. And I felt the only way I could deal with it is away from you because, well, you're involved with it. I don't blame you for winning a match, I just... (Cailin hangs her head and sighs) I don't know how to explain this the right way. When I won that title I couldn't believe the opportunity I was getting. But I also didn't know what it was going to mean. I had to defend that title so much... I don't know if many people in all of EAW understand how hard it is to be the Specialist's Champion. And to take a title from it's infancy almost, and raise it into what I did, just to lose it like I did... it's heartbreaking. And every time I see that title now, it's with you. Not because you beat me for it, but because Claudia and Eris tried to sway the match their way by cheating me out of it.

(Cailin stops and takes a drink from the bottle of water. Followed by a deep sigh.)

Cailin: You know I'm just an intense competitor. And now because of some ass backwards rule, I won't even get the chance to have a rematch for it. But what I came here to tell you is... I'm done with it. You won't hear me bitching about this all the time or giving you this could shoulder any longer. It's been so weird being away from you like this. I just needed to get my head right. I'm moving on, Stephanie... (Cailin grabs the bottle and takes another drink as she lets the silence hand between them.) From the title I mean.

(Stephanie blinked a couple of times, confused at first. She caught herself in between a crack of a smile and a sigh of relief.)

Steph: Cai...I understand. I understood from the moment you went missing at Grand Rampage. That title was your baby. You took it from an undeserving champion who didn't appreciate what she had and raised it as your own. In my eyes, you're the inaugural Specialist Champion. (grabs Cai's hands) No matter how many times you pushed me away I should've tried harder to contact you. What I did last week...showing off the belt...I apologize. I only wanted to motivate you to beat Haruna and stake your claim. I used to be afraid to fight you. Don't look at me like that, it's the truth! 

(Steph pauses for a moment to sip her coffee.)

Steph: I used to have nightmares about it...what it would take to beat Cailin Dillon. I knew that our paths would cross again one day in the ring. My biggest fear was fighting you when I was consumed by my own dark thoughts. This rivalry with Haruna poisoned my heart and clouded my mind. I never had this happen to me in a feud before. Last time I had this much rage was...well you know.

(Steph looks away for a moment and turns back to Cailin.)

Steph: We may have started out as a hook up in spite of a certain someone, but over time her presence was a mere after thought and we learned so much about each other. We are competitors first always, but I'll never stop feeling the way I do about you.

(Cailin just stares at Stephanie, letting her hold her hands for a moment before slowing sliding them both back and crossing her arms.)

Cailin: Forgive me, but I'm still a little pissed... It's not you, it's just (she chuckles) I mean damnit, I was not ready. And while you have nightmares about trying to beat me, I have dreams about having the whole entire division trying to surround me and come down on me all at once. I have these constant dreams about basically everyone wanting to destroy me. But every time I have this dream it ends the same way. I battle my way out of the whole group and I stand at the top of the hill with them all looking down over them. And then someone emerges at my side and looks down over the group along with me. I don't know who it is. I can't say for sure. Just that it happens.

(She pauses herself to unscrew the cap on the water bottle and takes a drink.)

Cailin: I'm mad because I was never pinned. You didn't pin me, yet you became the champion. And then I got put in a match with this two-bit bitch who couldn't possibly figure out what it means to win a match unless she cheated! Sorry! But I swear, someone is trying to make me go away or something. But you know what? I'm not going to let this happen. My reign as that champion (she points at Stephanie) might be over, but I won't go away quietly. I'm on the verge of something else. I can't explain it, I just feel it. I've decided that this isn't a battle to go at alone. I have Tarah, and that won't change. I want Aria by my side. And I need you there, too.

(Stephanie nods before responding.)

Steph: You know me Cai. I'll follow you into the depths of hell if I have to. It's not just because you're bae, but I...trust you. You pushing me away to give yourself time proves that. You could have turned on me but here we are sitting across from each other. Formation was formed to take on the Land of Elite all at once. Tarah's been a great asset and I'm happy you found an 'Aria' to your Cloud (laughs). Though I do wonder when you and I will get some alone time again...

(Stephanie blushes)

Steph: Come home Cailin.

Cailin: Well, I have a list of demands. For starters, you need to dial back on the memes on the feed. You're driving people crazy. And they make me roll my eyes. (She laughs teasingly). Also, no wearing that belt around the house. I never did that shit. It's kinda tacky. I know you're the champion, you don't need to rub it in... (She stares for a moment). Otherwise, Tarah's couch can be my permanent stay for awhile. If you really want to believe the couch is where I sleep.

(Cailin just smiles and then leans back into the booth.)

Cailin: If I come home, don't expect everything to just go right back to normal. It'll get there, it's just about time.

(Steph smiles back, her feet rubbing against Cai's.)

Steph: I accept your demands. So...(bites her lip) Want to go back to our place?

(Cailin nods and stands up)

Cailin: Ok, but... you're staying on the couch if you break those rules...

(Looks at Steph sternly and then smiles as she flips her hair and leads the way out.)

(Christian is in an unusual place this time around. In fact it appears he is sitting in a cemetery, enjoying the sun while he rests his back on one of the upright headstones.)

I was just telling this odd looking cameraman here that this was originally supposed to be shot in the Verizon Arena but after some outdoor cardio, I decided I needed a break right where I was, which was here, and I felt like one of these headstones would be the perfect back rest, so it all worked out. Well for me at least, not the dead people. Anyways, today was supposed to be a calming day for me and I was even thinking about giving myself a mini vacation of some sort, maybe to the Bahamas or Hawaii because I deserve it quite frankly. My back hurts from carrying the Voltage brand on my back after all! But then I got the news that I’d be forced to compete on Battleground this Monday so here I am now, talking to you. Consider yourselves lucky. However before I make my way to South Carolina, I am making a pit stop here in Arkansas. Thanks for sending me to two boring ass states, EAW! But I guess it could be worse, I could be in Pennsylvania, home to one of the worst EAW elitists of all time, which I will get into in the next few minutes. But for the time being, this is about Voltage. This is about me sitting at ringside, to witness the unfortunate farewell tour of The, yes, The Starr Stan, when he takes on Eris LeCava. Now I heard what Starr had to say yesterday about yours truly and his gut feeling is telling him that I will try to pull something sneaky, such as costing him the match, but I would never do such a thing! That thought never crossed my mind! Not once! Because you see Starr, Eris certainly doesn't need my help to beat you. She's the Vixens Champion damn it! Or did she lose it? Fuck man I don't know. I can't be bothered over stuff that does not concern me. Maybe that's something I should work on, who knows. Anyways I'll say what everybody else is thinking Starr, this whole retirement tour is so stupid. So fucking stupid. It's just one big ego trip for yourself. Trying to get some attention because nobody gives a damn about you anymore. I would say you're a shell of your former self, but even that's not fitting enough. The funny thing is I don't even hate you. People keep saying I am obsessed about you, when that couldn't be any further from the truth. It's hard to put into words. I’m trying to think of a way to say this in the most mature way possible – so Starr, you started it! You started all of this when you decided to cost me my match against Liam in the UK. You put your hands on me because you can't accept the fact that your window is officially closed and if you don't believe me, if you don't see the writing on the wall, then whenever we face, whether it's next week or two weeks from now or Triple Threat or hell, even Pain for Pride, I'm going to SLAM IT SHUT!!!

And when we do face again, which is inevitable at this point, the outcome will remain the same. I will be crowned the victor and you the loser. Now if I were you, I would try to push this match back as far as possible because we wouldn't want this tour to come to a screeching halt. Believe it or not I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to soak up the crowd’s reaction when your music hits every week and when your match is over, I want you to have goosebumps due to the fans chanting “Thank You Stan!” CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! THANK YOU STAN! And then you will mouth back to them, “No, thank you!” So cliché man. This whole thing is cliché. You having your last match at Pain for Pride is so cliché. You don't deserve to have that moment, judging by your recent performances alone. And that's why I want to take that moment away from you. And no I'm not asking to take it away, I'M GOING TO RIP IT AWAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! You know what? I want an apology Starr. Apologize to me next week and I might consider the possibility of stopping the beating I will give you when our paths cross. Well actually let me rephrase that because you will still get the beating you deserve, but I may stop it a tad bit earlier so you can leave EAW for good, with just a snippet of dignity. I could say a million more things about you. I could go back and analyze what you said on Voltage last week, like when you said something along the lines of how Americans never quit – even though you uttered that word before you went on your hiatus. But I guess there are some things Americans don't quit at, such as buffets, but in most cases when the going gets tough, America falters. Just like the Heat against my Raptors, but that's besides the point. I'm glad though. I'm glad you have accepted Terry’s request to face you on Battleground because that means you'll win at least one match on this tour of yours, but as of now, you will still lose two to Eris and myself, which would send you out of EAW as a loser. So fitting if you ask me. 

(Christian stands up and reveals that “Starr Stan’s Career” is engraved in the headstone. He takes a few steps to an open area before he continues to talk.)

I did not forget about Battleground because this Monday, I'll be having the biggest match of my EAW career when I go toe-to-toe with the newly crowned New Breed Champion, Piff Fumador! ISN’T THAT GREAT EVERYONE? Except for the fact that it's not for the New Breed Championship and there's not even a $20,000 dollar bonus!!!!!! Yay! So why should I care about this match?! What is my motivation here? No seriously tell me because I can't think of a single fuck to give. Oh I'm sure someone will say something like if I beat Piff on Monday, I will get a future New Breed title shot! Some elitists would care about such an “opportunity”, but not me. To be completely honest with you, I'm above that title. I do not crave to have it. I don't even want it to touch my waist or shoulder. It's poison. Just look at the last champion, Maxwell Dachs. He's a joke. And now look at the current champion, Piff, who is also a joke. Meaning that the New Breed championship, which may have been prestigious in the past, is now just one big joke and we can thank those two for it! Give them a round of applause! You know what?  I'm sorry about that, Piff. My intention was to never rain on your parade and who knows? You may defy all odds and have a great reign with that title. You should be able to celebrate this career milestone, which I see you will do this Saturday on Showdown. Go all in man! Throw the biggest party this world has even seen! Because after a year’s work, you finally reached your ceiling! This is it for you. There is nowhere to go but down because let's be brutally honest here, nobody is going to predict you to win the Interwire Championship and not a single sane woman or man would ever even picture you holding a world championship. Like I said this is your ceiling, enjoy it. You deserve it, after all. Now, I don't know a whole lot about you just like you probably don't know much about me, which is fine with me because when's the last time you’ve been sober? You probably don't even know you're the New Breed champion! My words have been a bit harsh thus far and it's not like I hate you. I don't even dislike you. I just don't understand why I have to face you when I have better things to do with my time. I’m more of a big picture kind of guy and there is nothing big picture about this match. If I beat you, nobody will remember that win a week from now. Not even thirty minutes afterwards. But if management wants me to expose another luchador on Battleground, then so be it. 

That's right, I've been on Battleground before. My very first week in EAW, I was involved in a triple threat against a nobody named Ryan Young and the other being the newest Dynasty sensation, Judas! The man that lasted the longest in Grand Rampage history! He's been on a terror as of late. He's even in the main event against Lucian later tonight, only on Dynasty! Just another EAW plug by yours truly. But before he became this big deal, he was losing to me. I should be technically 5-0 right now. I'm the man that beat Starr to qualify for the Grand Rampage. A lot of people have called me the future of Voltage and EAW and at first, I hated to hear that because as of right now, I'm unstoppable. I keep finding ways to win, in unique ways might I add. So yes, I am the future, that is true but I am also the present. And you can laugh at that all you want, while you smoke your weed and eat your Funyuns, but it's the truth! I have yet to lie. I always deliver! And this Monday will be no different because at first, I thought about walking out on this match because like I've pointed out multiple times, this match does nothing for me. There is nothing intriguing about a battle against you, Piff. But just like Judas, your mask pisses me off because I started my wrestling career in Mexico. I was a luchador before. They put a mask on me and they even pretended I was from Cancun so the fans could get behind me! Kind of like you, in a way with your Californian accent. And I was happy at first. Until one match, I decided to rip my mask off, which I guess was disrespectful to the lucha community but I didn't care because I no longer wanted to hide behind a mask. I wanted the people to know the identity of the man that absolutely annihilated their favorite wrestlers and that remains true with EAW. The last time you talked, you said you wanted to be the greatest luchador in EAW history and that is truly shooting for the stars right there! Because that's like being the best female test taker in an all boy’s school. It's a very small sample size. Meaning there aren't many luchadors in EAW. It's just you and Judas right now and let's be honest, Judas is head and shoulders better than you. Yeah, I'm not even going to acknowledge El Landerson. But who am I to crush your dreams? If you want to be the best luchador in EAW, then go for it. No seriously, concentrate on that while I continue to rise up the ranks and become the best overall elitist in EAW today! Again, laugh all you want but when you have my skill set, that goal is very obtainable. Do you hear me? Or are you smoking that kush? Yeah? It must be nice to have a fan base of 17 year olds who say “420 blaze it lol” everyday. You are like the new egg commercial that supposedly demonstrates what your brain is like when you're on drugs. Parents see you and they hope, beg, and pray that their child doesn't end up like you. I certainly don't want to end up like you because in a way, you scare me. No seriously, you do because I don't want my EAW career to end up like yours where I work my ass off for a year only to win the New Breed Championship in that span. In my eyes that's a big fat failure. So thank you for the motivation! It means a lot. 

(Christian briefly smiles at the camera before rubbing his chin with his left thumb and index finger. He speaks once more.)

What is that you say again? The future is green? Something like that right? No man, that’s not accurate. I’m pretty sure you were thinking of saying the future is a “Locke”, for Christian. Sounds much better. 

(Christian puts his hands together and bows, with the scene fading away.)

PART 4

Now onto the man of the hour himself. The one guy who is in the eye of this storm on Voltage. The guy who is in the center of this chaos concerning the top prize on the sunder night show. The Answers World Champion Ares Vendetta. Ares, You are as you have probably heard a multitude of times this week, you and The Nas are facing off in the main event matchup of Sunday Night Voltage LIVE from the Verizon Center, in North Little Rock, Arkansas! Now Ares, allow The Nas to paint a picture for you for just a second. First you enter the arena. Walk down the ramp and into the ring. You hoist up your Answers World Championship. And as all of The Nas' fans boo your candy ass out of the building, those very famous words "DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE NAS IS COOKIN?" Sounds off. The Nas' theme plays and The Next Gawd steps out from the curtain and stands on the stage. The spotlights flash throughout the building. The members of the EAW Universe and more importantly members of the millions and millions of Nas' fans will be standing at the top of their feet, hollering at the top of their lungs, The Nas will walk down The People's ramp and scale up to the turnbuckle and mount it. The Nas will inhale the electricity flowing through the arena. Then The Nas will climb back down and enter into the ring. And he will stare you in your eyes. You will stand there and look around as you listen to something you have never heard in your life. Because Ares, you have never and The Nas means NEVER, EVER Heard an ENTIRE CROWD CHANT The Nas name completely against you, just like this. NASIR, NASIR, NASIR, NASIR! 

You see Ares, you have never been in a match quite like something the likes of you will experience this Sunday night on Voltage. You will collide with The Hottest young up and coming talent in this entire damn company. Ares you will be going one on one with The Spectacular One, which will yes, whether you want to believe it or not, not The Nas, but YOUR Monkey Ass will be made famous from facing off with the fastest rising young commodity in the entire damn land of the elites today, yesterday, tomorrow, last week, next decade, OH IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER WHAT PERIOD OF TIME! Ares, if The Nas had to give you any bit of advise as far as how to tackle this match against The People's Choice, well all you have to do to be completely honest is this...Get Ready! All you have to do champ is get ready, for the biggest fight of your entire damn life! The Nas will be relentless, he will give you every ounce of energy, every drop of blood, and every bit of desire and passion that The Nas possesses in his body! The Nas will explain it the same way he explained to Eclipse earlier! The Nas does not know the meaning of the word fear, as he does not know the meaning of the word quit! The Nas will keep kicking and scratching and clawing! The Nas will throw all kinds of offense in his arsenal at you to get the job done! The Nas will hit you with the big Spinebuster! The Nas will hook your arm and drill you to the mat with The Grand Slam, the move made famous and turned into an institution by Mr Dedede, The Gawd himself, a man you know all too well. As well as a man who clearly had an influence on The Nas and is another driving force as to why The Nas is so passionate about kicking your punk ass and getting a title shot against you! However The Nas just is not done there! The Nas will then deliver THE MOST SPECTACULAR MOVE IN ALL OF EAW HISTORY ONTO YOU, The Spectacular Elbow! Then The Nas will cover you and he will get the one...two...three! That's damn right. All seeing and All knowing Nastradamus has foreseen it and he guarran-damn-tees he will go on to beat you clean inside of that ring this Sunday Night in the Voltage Main Event! The Nas will have proven he can beat you all on his own. And obviously from there the higher ups who sit backstage making the important decisions wearing their little suits and ties will make the obviously popular choice and name The Nas the number one contender for the Answers World Championship! AND The Nas will go on to win the belt and head into Pain For Pride Nine, world title main event match! And if you doubt any of this, if you believe that The Nas is talking out of his ass, and if you think you can throw a wrench into The Nas plans, then all you have to do is BRING IT! IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...WHAT THE NAS...IS...COOKIN!

"Feeling better?"

Serenity's words entered my ears, as I walked into the kitchen. I made a beeline towards the freshly brewed pot coffee on the counter by the sink. I responded with a mumble which was Steph-speak for 'yeah'. She continued while I poured myself a cup 'o joe.

"You're relieved that you don't have fight Cailin huh?" She asked.

"Actually, I feel a little disappointed," I admitted after taking a sip. "I never fought Cailin in the ring before and I wanted to give her the rematch she rightfully deserves."

"You know how these multi-man title matches go. The fallout is always unpredictable."

"You ain't never lie" I said using my Aria impression.

Serenity laughed and looked at my phone.

"Oh my god. Cloudy I think you drunk accepted a match."

"Que?" I rested my chin on Serenity's shoulder and took a gander.

Stephanie Matsuda vs Aria Jaxon vs Chris Elite vs Mexican Samurai vs The Nas vs Eclipse Diemos...for a hundred twenty grand. 

My eyes lit up like a privileged kid during the holidays. I used a finger to access the feed. I scrolled through the various challenges made and couldn't remember for the life of me when I answered the challenge.

"This is what drinking does to you Stephie" said Serenity. "It makes you do stupid things."

"But that money though."

"Did you call your girlfriend"

"Huh?"

"Whenever mom and dad would fight he went out drinking. This cold war between you and Cailin is triggering."

"Pfft." I rolled my eyes. 

Serenity's eyes told a different story.

"I'm serious. Cai doesn't seem like the type to open up about her feelings and I can tell it's killing you on the inside. Normally I like seeing you fall on your face, but not like this."

I was taken aback by Serenity's sudden concern and honesty.  We never always gotten along, but I could tell she came a long way since skipping school and partying with the wrong crowd. Angie says it's because I've taken a more proactive approach with the girls. She claims that Serenity looks up to me a lot more than she would admit. Connections like this was why I love what I do. Being the Specialist Champion will allow me to reach out to others and influence a generation of young girls. Would this be how I will defeat whatever darkness still resides in my heart? Only time would tell.

"Yeah...I'll call her."


Monday nights make for strange bedfellows and this upcoming main event is no exception. Six people who you couldn't imagine being in the same room will be at each other's throats for a cool hundred and twenty K. The Blasian Barbie squares off against the Empress and King of Elite, The Spectacular One, The Kid, and The Millennium Mishap. No ladies and gentlemen this is not a Guy Ritchie or Tarantino film, this is EAW. This is my reality. Let's address the other members of the Sinister Six in order of the marquee shall we?

Aria Jaxon. My BFF. You and I go way back, longer than any Elitist or Vixen who crossed my path. You was in the audience for my first match on the west coast and I was there for your first baby steps into the industry. Now look at you, all growed up with a crown on your head. You're in your second run as the number one contender for the  Vixens champ, and my personal pick to walk out of Triple Threat with a title around their waist. As I've previously stated, you are the future. You will sit on your throne with the crown and the belt and I will not hesitate to kneel before thee. But, now's not the time sweets. Now is my time to shine. Winning the Specialist Championship is a clear indicator that the Summer of Matsuda is here. Winning this cold hard cash brings me that much closer to earning a shot at a world title. For now though I shall play the role of gatekeeper, separating the newer vixens from the experienced ring generals. I love you and will do anything for you, but the Empress will have to take a L on this one. Followed by a trip to Dairy Queen of course.

Chris Elite. My BFF's stalker. Man, what a month you're having so far. Not only did you screw Mexi out of a title shot,  but you're quickly becoming main event material. Ruining Mexi's dreams is enough for me to like you, but if you think that won't stop me from giving you the ass whooping your mama should've given you years ago than you are sorely mistaken. Not even Big Mike can save you from the  eventual disappointment you'll feel when you watch me make it rain on you hoes. 

Mexican Samurai. The BF of my ex-tag buddy. You're the reason why I believe in karma. On the night I won my title, you was Haruna'd out of your title match. You asked for a rematch and instead, you was Haruna'd by Chris Elite. Mistake me if I'm wrong but ever since you decided to make yourself her designated my buddy doll, you've had bad luck. One could say #MexiTreatment is the new #HarunaTreatment. Oh, it doesn't exist? This title on my shoulder says otherwise. Matter of fact, us being midcard title holders...makes us equals. (Gasp) "Did she really she say!? How DARE she compare herself to the Generation Generator!?" Well generate this Alex:

This tryhard accomplished in her EAW rookie year something that still eludes your veteran gf: an actual title. Hell, she doesn't even have a verbal title like "Empress of Elite" or a trophy like the Vixens Cup. Ironic considering the two I just mentioned won accolades in their freshman year as well. Hmm...then again, you've always had a penchant for lost causes. You'll see the truth when she's lying under me unconscious while I'm holding my title high above her broken body. If you thought what Haruna did in Tokyo was a bloodbath, wait till she sees what I'm going to do to you as a preview of what's to happen to her. And in that moment Alex when you see your koibito-chan laid out like you're soon to be, you'll realize that My Reality has evolved past Your Millennium.

The Nas. The BFF of my BFF's BF. The Spectacular One...The People' Choice...Nastradamus, The Chosen One, Man of a Million Catchphrases, Man of a Thousand Nicknames, The Human Profit Engine. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pleased to know that I'll be trading blows with someone like you. But, talking shit is what puts butt in seats so here we go. In your yellow fever driven desire, you decide to have little Azumi-chan in the ring with you as you spit your war of words. What's with Elitists and the desire to have a Japanese side piece? You and Azumi...Mexi and Haruna...Carlos and Mao-

Serenity's voice: Cailin and Stephanie...

(Sighs) Touche. I guess we're what's hot on the streets right now. One thing I can say about Cai and I is at least she doesn't need me to look up to her like some kind of savior.

Serenity: White savior?

Nah, we're not even taking there, chill Serenity. Nas is not even white.

Serenity: What is Nas?

Good question. What is Nas? Well Nas is like...hmm. What is Nas like? Nas is just another example of what's going to happen when a Vixen sends her man into the ring with me. Azumi, Alexis, and Haruna know this: If you want to take me on, be a real bitch like Aria and handle your own business. You say I didn't know I was going to be Specialist Champion Nas, and I'm inclined to agree with you. But, if there's one thing I know is that when the odds are truly stacked against me, I always come out on top. For Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda the creed of "Eat, sleep, challenge, repeat" is one that I live by. For me it's always go hard or go home. Last week I went home after my tag match. I sat in the middle of my gym, thought about what I did wrong and re-evaluated myself. That's what champions do Nas. We don't come and go like you or Drastik. We throw ourselves back into the fire! We practice the art of The Fight until our bodies give out, until we find The Answer before our fists! What is your answer Nas- IT DOESN'T MATTER! Heh, always wanted to do that.

Eclipse Diemos. Ex-partner of my GF. You're probably playing close attention to my words...to the tone of my voice...to the glare in my eyes. When you look deeper you'll find...nothing. That's right Eclipse. You'll simply find nothing more than the shell of my darker days. What you will find is a flower...a War Queen in bloom. As the flower grows so will the War Queen's potential. I make no claim to be the best your majesty, but one day I will be. I'll be so strong that not even you're glorified D&D group will be able to stop my momentum.

Out of the six of us I'm the one who recently defeated eleven other hungry competitors. As far as I'm concerned this is just another specialty match the Specialist Champion will win.

Time to get this money.


I turned off the camera and sat back in my seat. Before I could unwind from my sleep, the sound of a familiar ring tone entered my ears.

I fumbled with my phone before answering the call.

"Hello?"

"...hey."

It was her.  After weeks of not returning my calls and texts, she finally replied. I wanted to yell at her for making me feel like a fool as much as I wanted to apologize for being a dick.

"Listen Ca-"

"Let's meet up."

I simply nodded.

"Where at at?"

“I love you, my little one.” Enessa whispered softly to her first born child as her hands gently brushed through the thick black hair that had grown on her child’s head. A child that she was caring for and held so dearly. She drew him closer, holding him tight before she heard the sound of the door slamming closed. Her boyfriend. Her soon to be ex-boyfriend. Home drunk once again. She looked down at her child, who looked back up at her with such innocence in his eyes. Innocence that she loved more than anything. She felt a twinge of pain as she remembered the darkness that she had hoped she had distanced herself from. The job at the asylum...the patient...the screaming. She had hoped that it was all behind her, but she had never prepared for life outside of working there. Life outside of the world of gurneys and patients was taxing but it had its fulfilling moments. This? This was nightmarish torture. Day in and day out with a man who was neither horrible enough to be scum, but was worse than anything she had ever met before. For he was sane. He was a sane man that chose to kill every ounce of his mind and destroy the beauty that he had with drink. His temper was the worst of it, flying into a rage at the mere drop of alcohol upon his tongue. It wasn’t her life she feared for. Hers could be dashed against the rocks. It was the life of her son that weighed heavily upon her.


“Are you sure you want to hear this child? It hurts you so much to know that this happens.”


The night wore on and all but silence could be heard from the living room as Eclipse lifted his body up from the bed and leaned towards the door, looking out of it. His mother was arguing with Lance. The guy that his mother would hang out with and sometimes kiss from time to time. They were yelling again. Mom always tried to do that when he was sleeping, when he didn’t know what was happening, but they always woke him up, and he watched it from his room. He didn’t understand all of what was happening, but he did know that he didn’t like it. No one should yell at his mother. No one should have that right...his mother was something that was pure. Something that his mind mentally compared to that of an angel. She was not something to be yelled at. He wanted to say something, but this was the talk of grown ups. He was a kid. Young. Too young to try to talk back to anyone. Too young to understand that when a grown up is drunk they do things they may not do otherwise. Too young to know just what amount of fear was in the eyes of his mother when the black object was lifted up and pressed to her chest. Too young to comprehend the crack of thunder as the muzzle flashed with fire. He could only gasp and cover his ears, his eyes unable to look away as his mother fell to the ground onto her knees, before falling onto her back. Lance tossed the gun aside, throwing it against the wall before turning towards the door, racing out when he realized just what he had done. Leaving the scene. Leaving the crime itself. Outside, the angels wept, the tears soaking the ground.


“Mommy! Mommy!” Eclipse cried out in shock as he pushed out of his room, running to the side of his mother whose eyes were already starting to roll back. She lolled her head, looking up at her son who held her hand tight as the fear began to settle in. She opened her mouth to say something, to say anything, but no words came free. No words could ever issue forth from her. Within the instant his hand touched hers, all life ceased. Heaven wept for the loss of their angel, and Eclipse held the hand of his mother tighter and tighter, fear clenching his body as he did so. Fear enough that he couldn’t move. Fear enough that he could do nothing but hold onto her, screaming in pain for her to wake up and look at him, for her to wake up at all. But she didn’t. She didn’t hear him. He screamed for so long that his own voice became numb to his ears, and eventually he wasn’t even sure if he was making sound or not. He closed his mouth, sobbing uncontrollably as he held her hand, hoping that the rain would stop. That the rain would stop and wake him up from this nightmare. This horrible, horrible bad dream he was in.


The next day, the rain had not ceased. It continued its relentless downpour. The home was empty. Devoid of all life. Devoid of nothing but the body, whose hand was still firmly clasped by Eclipse. He held it tight in his own hand, still clinging on to the idea that eventually she would wake up. A part of him knew that she wouldn’t, and that he should call for help...but he didn’t. A fear had gripped him. A fear that if he let go, she would disappear from him, for all eternity. So he held the hand tighter. He whispered softly to himself, gentle whispers to wake up. To please open her eyes. Whispers that went unanswered. The house felt cold, and he shivered, eventually letting go of her hand which fell to the ground with a dull thud. A thud which startled him and made him immediately reach for her hand again, clasping it to his chest as he looked down at her, tears soaking down his face as he began to whisper louder for her to wake up. A chant that went completely unanswered. A chant he continued, long into the hours of the night before sleep overtook his body and he passed out, clasping at the arm of the dead woman.


The third day arose much the same as the second. The only difference was the fact that now he was willing to release her hand. He was willing to stand and make his way slowly towards the telephone. He had even gone so far as to pick it up off the receiver before the fear overtook him again. A fear that had begun to worm its way into his mind. A fear that if he called anyone, that they would take him from her. That he would be alone. Totally alone, because she would not be there for him. “Mother.” he whispered softly to himself, his voice becoming ragged from overuse. He reached up to his throat, feeling it and feeling how raw it was before he lowered his hand and looked down at himself, pressing the phone back to the receiver. He couldn’t call the police. Calling the police would mean they would make sure he was alone...no. He could stay here, with mother. He could stay and she would be there with him. Forever. Forever.


Time was irrelevant now. Days blended into each other, and he had long since forgotten the passage of it. It was all blended together, like a beautiful painting. The only thing that reminded him that time existed was when he felt himself grow hungry. Eclipse grimaced as he looked around the room, looking for any of the spare food he had left around from when he last ate before realizing that there wasn’t any from his last snack. He dragged himself over towards the fridge, pulling it open and looking inside. He had eaten most of it...and the emptiness became a testament to that fact. Nothing remained. A few bits of cheese and beer bottles. Nothing to eat. He closed it dejectedly, rushing to the pantries and looking through them, something reminding him in the back of his mind that they weren’t well stocked. Not out here. His mom loved to live away from the city, in a town far off from it known as Payson. Too far for to go grocery shopping every week. Two weeks to pick up some groceries and then back home. His stomach growled again and he resorted to nibbling on the cheese in the fridge before returning to his mother. Returning to curl up beside her to try and keep warm...but that had long since stopped working. His blood had already run cold, and she could not warm him up.


Another day. Another day and the hunger was all consuming. A hunger that had become painful and subjected him to fits of screaming in a voiceless agony as he writhed on the ground, grasping at his stomach. Pain firing through every nerve of his body as he slammed his fists against the ground. He slammed his fist into the hardwood floor harder and harder, feeling like it subdued the pain, but only because it had moved to his hands. Fists that had become bloody and he had nearly broken with his swinging. He cried out once more in agony, the pain washing over his body as he screamed again and again. The hunger was hurting. There was no more food. No more anything. Just his silent mother, her body slumped against the floor, and the gnawing hunger. The agony of it consuming the very fiber of his being. His screamed died down as he held his stomach, hoping to push away all thoughts of hunger as he crawled towards his mother, his hands clasping at the hardwood. “Mommy.” he choked out before darkness consumed his vision.


“You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people. The ancients were just the beginning. My hand has conquered vast worlds, entire nations. I shall continue to conquer, until only darkness itself remains in this pitiful planet. You are strong child. I am beyond strength. I am the end. And I am here for you child.” A voice. So sweet. So beautiful whispered into his ear. He tried to put a face to it, in the darkness. A woman. Her eyes as cold as the stars, pale skin with a black gaping maw for a mouth. He reached up to the face, hoping to place his hand on it, but it only passed through the darkness. Pitiful.
“Who are you?” he mumbled softly, looking to the darkness for guidance. The voice grew silent until it seemed to laugh at him. A cold hand passed into his, guiding him towards what he could only perceive as warmth. Warmth that he felt by digging his fingers deep into the coldness. Letting it spill into his being.
“I am death, child. I am that crippling gnawing fear. And though I came for you...your spirit is strong. Now I shall teach you to survive. Let go.” she whispered to his ear, as she lifted the warmth to his chapped lips. He felt it spill into his mouth, quenching hunger that had built inside him so long as he began to feast upon the warmth. His fists digging into the shadows as he continued to eat.


Officer Thompson knocked on the door harder as he waited for a response. He had gotten a call into this household when the neighbors grew worried that no cars were coming to it anymore. This place, in the middle of nowhere? Guess that’s what you get for having nosy neighbors. He knocked a bit harder before trying to doorknob, tilting his head as it wiggled with no problem. He pushed the door open, greeted with a sight that would forever remain etched behind his retinas. The cold room that greeted him held a life form. A child, digging furiously into the body of a dead woman. His fingers held what could only be perceived as muscle tissue and organs. Bloody ‘meat’ that he was stuffing into his mouth with a rabid hunger. Thompson felt his body go loose for a moment before he rushed the child, pinning him to the ground as the child’s eyes closed, his body going limp as drops of blood slowly fell from his lips.
“Get an ambulance here now! I found a child, and a body. It’s...well...you need to see for yourself.” He mumbled as he cradled the sleeping child, trying to fight the bile that was rising in the back of his throat.




“Huh. Hello everyone. I thought that my little challenge was going to go ignored, and instead it ends up becoming the most anticipated matchup on Battleground yet. That’s the world we live in it seems. A world where everyone and everything is a target. It’s so amazing what a little challenge can do to people. I had hoped that I would be facing just one person. Instead I get the honor of facing off against not only Mexican Samurai, but Chris Elite, The Nas, Aria, and Stephanie Matsuda. Ah. I love this twisted, sordid world we belong to. A world where such insane things like that can happen on a daily basis and we are candles in the wind to it. A world that people like you belong to, where all you have to do is walk around and cash your checks. You train, you fight, you go home. You keep those minds of yours intact, and you let those like me take the cushion. We take the brunt of your pain and anger. We, the helpless generation, are allowed to feel every blow on our own psyche as we watch you carry on as average humans. That’s the world we live in...such a sad thought honestly. And when I want to explore to dig into the psyches of everyone else, when I want to make people see that this world they live in is a sick and twisted false world...I’m shoved back into the darkness. For some, they say that it is where I belong. The thing about that darkness though, it’s a twisting and winding road. It leads you along false paths and dead ends. It’s only when you let go, and when you allow yourself to fall into the darkness, that you discover that there isn’t a way out of it. That this is your true home now. I belong here in the shadows. I just want to drag you all down into those depths with me.”


The camera switched on, showing instead of Eclipse, Jocelyn. She smiled at the camera before slowly leaning back, bridging and spider walking towards the camera further, the strange smile on her face as she tilts her head to the side. She lolls her tongue out slowly before bridging back up to a stand. Her walk towards the lone rocking chair in the middle of the room seems sullen. Solitary. She sits down into the chair, running her hands along her face before she leans forward, the smile spreading wider as she rocked in the chair. She leaned back, spreading her arms to expose her shirt. Ironically the shirt she is wearing is a Formation shirt, specifically of the Stephanie Matsuda brand.


“In the end, we all know the outcome of what will happen in this matchup. Blood. Something that EAW seems to enjoy spilling. Something that I have spilled many, many times in my life. Both purposeful and not. Things that I am both proud of and not proud of. What will happen in that street fight? A match that can end anywhere, and at any time. Something that makes things a lot more difficult for me. When it is just one opponent I only have to focus on them. The blood that spills is just ours. I can focus. I can stare at the eyes of death and smile...when it is more than one...I have to worry about all sides. I have to make sure that everyone is accounted for...and in a street fight that is impossible. Blood will be everywhere in Charleston. I should be scared. I should have fear pumping through my heart...I’m not afraid. I’m excited. The excitement that I feel pumping through my veins...it makes me feel so good. It’s catharsis really. See, I’ve been wanting to shed blood for quite some time now. I’ve been wanting to feel it spill all along my body again. Stress relief. Anger relief. Allowance to let my body and will reflect out as my fists connect with flesh and my hands strike against bone. This must have been what god felt as he created the world...no...no because that god that everyone speaks of isn’t a real thing. No. Not in this sick world that we live in. No. In this world, there is no loving god. We get egotists and sick heretics who breed lies and hatred.


I am rambling. I should focus on who I face Monday. The one I challenged...that’s who I’ll talk about. Mexican Samurai. Ah...I remember when you first joined this company. A man who was still trying to discover who he was. You’ve found it. You’ve discovered that beautiful point of who you are. A man who thirsts for power that he feels he deserves. Power that you can feel at the edge of your fingertips. Ah, I know you can feel it. You nearly had it. You felt it in your gut when you had Victor pinned to the mat. All of that and yet here you are. Here you are, still seeking something that is slipping slowly out of your grasp, while retaining the vestiges of power you still hold onto. So hungry for that power that you want to subject yourself to as much pain as possible. What are you seeking to prove Samurai? It’s not against me. You aren’t seeking to make yourself something for my benefit. You want to prove that your place in this world isn’t a fluke. You want to prove that you are, indeed, a samurai in the face of adversity. A fluid armored figure, standing tall against the dragons that seek to keep you from where you stand. So, you challenge me. You aren’t fighting a dragon with me Samurai. You face the beast in the dark cavern. You fight something far out of your depth. I have done things to people that have left them forever changed, and you should find yourself happy that you and I would not cross paths. Yet, here you stand. Your armor weighted with the gold of the Interwire title around your waist. My armor? My mind. My words. My body is not a sword. It’s an ax. I don’t cut, I cleave. I tear away. My mind is what cuts. I dig deep Samurai. I move through that armor you’ve built up. I’m not afraid to do things people think are unsavory or distasteful, because I know that this cold world we live in thrives on it. I am a product of that world, though I do not rule it. This is your plane of reality Samurai. A world where the rules are ordered, where you can bleed but get patched up after, where people will knock you down, but it’s fine, you can hit harder. What you are stepping into is not that world. It’s mine.


This is a world of glass shards and screaming. Where the echoes of the innocents scraping against the concrete are the songs of praise to me. A world where barbed wire is a lover’s caress, and the blood you spill...ah...where the feeling of that blood is an orgasm of emotions. That’s the world I live in, and the one you step into. You are out of your depth Samurai. You have no idea what you step into, and you have so willingly thrown yourself towards it that I want to laugh. Yet, there you are. Unmoving in the face of adversity. I can’t wait, Samurai. I can’t wait to spill your blood all over Charleston. I can’t wait to drop your broken corpse at the feet of Haruna. I can’t wait to hear you gasp out an apology to her for making her witness what I do to you. Because, when it is all done, this is your fault. Your doing. The blood that coats my hands, will be the blood you have made me spill.


My brother decided that he would step in as well. Former brother. Chris Elite. Someone that I can say I have been looking forward to making bleed. After what he did to me. I suppose you could say that due to him and JJ I became what I am. A man who has found his place in this world, a place that involves bringing out from the shadows the evil, the sin of this world. And you, you represent a horrible, ugly version of that sin Elite. You represent pride. Pride is something that has filled you ever since I met you in the Iconomy. You were Mr. 200%. The man that was the pride of the Iconomy. You never let anyone stop you. No one stood in your way. Something that I can say, I respect. There is a downside to that however. You are a fallible human being. A man who can let that pride of his get the best of him. You write checks that don’t cash, and when they don’t you are nowhere to be seen, standing behind a big man who is used to picking on those much smaller than he is. Big Mike isn’t an option in this match Chris. Because no matter how big someone is, they can get cut down to size. You? You’ve been very vocal as of late, and you keep on acting like you have something to prove to all of us. Let me rephrase that, something to really say to all of us to show why you can talk the way you do. Why you act the way you are. But, we all know the truth.


The past doesn’t define us, like JJ said. But it is something to look upon. For instance, the fact that in the Iconomy there were two names talked about for months. Chris Elite and Eclipse Diemos. The two stars of the team. The two that would make it big, and the one that made it the most in that team was Eclipse Diemos. I was uninhibited by JJ. I didn’t have him whisper in my ear. I didn’t let him talk me into doing anything that I knew, I would regret. I knew JJ. Yet, you let him whisper into your ear for months. You let him spoil what could have been amazing with nothing but contempt. You did leave, yes that’s true, but you left after trying to drag me through the dirt. You tried to end me, where I stood. I came back though. You like to say you’ve beaten me, but I have never been beaten by you. It has not, and will not happen. Your pride won’t win against me. Your words don’t scratch against me. Nothing you do can make me feel anything other than anger and fury for you. You took something that means a lot to me. You took the word family, and you tarnished it. So now. Now. I tarnish you. I break you. I leave you as scraps for Samurai to pick off of when next you meet, and with that knowledge you will be begging for me to end you. You will be on your knees! Begging for me to finish the job so you don’t fall back into irrelevance. I will only smile, lean down, and whisper to you: You earned this.


And then, lo and behold, someone I hadn’t met. The Nas. The man who came back and shocked the world. The one who has been on a tear since his return and wants to make a further impact by dragging me through the mud with a catchphrase or two. A man who, like it or not, is as good as he speaks and he talks a lot. The Nas. Your name is legend here. The man who vanished and returned, who always has a plan and always knows what to say and do. Yet...there is an issue. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you are able to do against me, because in my mind you are a buzzing noise. A noise that has appeared and is causing more noise in EAW. A noise that I’m growing irritated of hearing. Because you are an old world. An old, dying, world. A world where that big talk would have been seen with respect and amazement, but here...everyone talks big. Everyone can say whatever they want, but it is what you do. And, the things I’ve seen you do are impressive, but they aren’t enough. I don’t fear you. I don’t have any reason to fear you. I just want to see what happens when you bleed. I want to see what happens when you fall upon the ground and those words you say, those beautiful words are choked back by blood. I want to see you turn to look at Azumi, who you look at so fondly, and I want you to tell her that you failed her. Because, I’m not like anyone you have faced before. I’m not like the others because I can match you word for word. I can say just as many eloquent and glorious things that you can, and I can do it all and outwrestle you. I can beat you in a match, I know this. A fight? A fight is a different story.


You said it yourself, we were going to have a fight. Well, if that’s the case...I know I will win. Because, you are the most deserving of a fight. You stuck your nose into the idea of having one, and now you have it. You have a fight. You have a fight against a lot more people than any of us bargained for, and here we stand, ready to kill one another. It’s a lot of fun, wouldn’t you agree? It’s going to be so beautiful. So glorious. Are you fighting for the money, Nas? Me? I’m fighting for the chance to make everyone bleed for me. I want to sacrifice them all...let their blood run against the mat and turn it a beautiful red color. You? You’ll be the centerpiece. The decoration of my kingdom of screams. The cornerstone of my ascension. If you smell...what I’m cookin’?


We are starting to round out. We are getting to the two that a lot of people perceive as the favored to win. The two that I will focus on together because, believe it or not, this is how I wish to view them. Aria and Stephanie. My dear, dear, estranged sisters. Hm? Sisters? You think I’m joking. Oh, no...no, no, no, I’m not. I’m not joking at all. These two are just as much sisters as Madison Kaline is to me...well not that way I suppose. See, Stephanie and Aria are distanced. They reject the reality of this world, substituting it with the idea that if they simply work harder than the world allows them, they will be fine. Good thinking, and look where it has them? Aria is able to challenge for the Vixen’s title, and Stephanie has herself the Specialist title...and similarly look where they are? See, for Aria, I have already cracked through to Aren. I did succeed. I may have lost what I wanted, but in the end look at him. I know you can see it Aria. There’s something different about him. Something in his eyes. And Stephanie, has Cailin called back yet? Has she accepted that you have her title? Is it hard fighting through some of the emotions you have in your mind? Is it difficult to keep out those thoughts that have you teetering on the edge to falling off into the abyss? Both of you, you don’t have to let it keep going this way. You don’t. You just have to let go. I’m here to help you two do that.


By pushing you. This match is the first step. I want to show that this light you two keep fighting for is futile. That light doesn’t shine for you, it shines because it always has. The darkness that I live in, that is the truth. I am the better path, and when you are bleeding, you will realize this. When your skulls have been cracked, when the blood fills this arena, and when you reach your hands up for help, don’t fear. I will be there to take them. Both of you. You can forget about your fears, forget about fighting your emotions, forget about being alone. You will have a real family. A family that will care for you, a place to have your emotions, a home. I can’t give you this as you are. You reject my world, so I will make you reject yours. One way, or the other. Aria, Stephanie, just let me do this for you. I promise you, it will only hurt then. Afterwards, you will know peace. You will know salvation. You will...know fear.”


Jocelyn smiled and began to giggle softly as Eclipse slowly made his presence known, walking to the side of the camera as he sat beside Jocelyn, letting her rock the chair as he looked into it. He had a new shirt. A new ‘design’. A patchwork array of the shirts of each elitist he had defeated, all with a long bloodstain going down it. His eyes seemed more awake than ever, and he tipped his hat low as he began to hum to himself. Jocelyn listened to his humming with a warm smile on her face, rocking the chair before smiling at the camera and leaning forward.


“Hey, everyone. Scared yet?”

Luke Reign, I have a right to call you a dummy because you are indeed a dummy. You are a dummy for bragging your fluke and your meaningless victories. You beat El Landerson? So what? Anyone has beaten El Landerson in their winning record. You beat Ravaging Ricky? Who is that again? You just remind me that I beat someone else on my EAW’s official debut and he hasn’t showed up since I knocked him out either. You needed to cheat just to beat Daniel Marshall? Boy, I beat him with ease on my actual Voltage debut so what’s your point kid?

Did you really asked me who I am? Well then let me reintroduced myself: I’m Nobi the current rising star on EAW, whether you like it or not it’s just a FACT.  My skills is just keep getting better and sharper every single week when I face off every single dummies in the ring and I sure as hell I’m the next big thing of this company.

You did see what happen to my opponent last week. I beat him in seconds, it just showed me how great I really am in the ring. It’s just a damn prove that I don’t have to be on steroid to beat dummies.

I agree there will be blood, sweet, and tears this week though when you are motionless in the ring, broken, battered, and shattered when you get your toughest fight in your life ever, especially after you burned my flag. You will wish you won’t ever pissed me off again, you will wish you won’t ever faced me again, and you will wish you won’t ever meet me in your life again.

Luke Reign, now you know who I am.

BATTLEGROUND PROMO #1

"Lesson In Respect"

---The scene opens backstage before Dynasty and Terry Chambers is seen sitting backstage in his locker room watching the moment in Grand Rampage where he was eliminated in 2 seconds and he loops it several times before shutting the television set off and standing up and taking deep breaths then demands the cameraman to come forward and he does and Terry Chambers begins to speak---

Terry Chambers: Everybody keeps asking me, why do you still keep watching that? The answer is quite simple, what happened in the Grand Rampage match was a serious wake up call that I was accomplishing nothing and was becoming a total joke in the business I put my blood, sweat, and tears into! And after all that, I told myself I am going to make an impact and what a better way than to put a roadblock in front of Starrstans retirement tour bus! Me and Starrstan finally after all these years are going to go one on one in that squared circle. Starrstan is one of the probably 3 or 5 guys I respect in this industry, I mean what can't you respect about him? The guy has pretty much done it all not only here in EAW but all across the world, he is a gold medalist, multi time world champion. So he gets his own retirement tour and I am going to be one of his first opponents and in a retirement tour, you face the best! Me and Starr, have a few things in common, we both have amateur wrestling backgrounds, he was a gold medalist and I was a state champion, but this week on Battleground I won't be looking to be trying to outdo one another! We also have love and passion for the business we work in, and we also both were forced out and forced to try our hands in another career choice and he went into the stock market then turned into a train wreck and Ashten hired him back because he felt sorry for you, yes you heard me right, he felt sorry for you Starr, and what was I doing? Filming very successful movies becoming rich enough to the point where I never had to return to wrestling or filming and just sit at home and do what I want for the rest of my life, but I decided EAW was the only place I have not thrived yet but the difference between me and you Starr is I didn't come back because my life was a train wreck and I needed something to do, I came back because I NEEDED to, not because I wanted to! I am not surprised that Starr is overlooking me, but he should be well alerted that when he studies my film that I own victories over the likes of Mr. DEDEDE, The Heartbreak Boy and so on, and Starr is nothing more than just another guy who gets added to my list! You say the retirement tour isn't going to be you wheeled out to the ring to just lay down for somebody so they can make a name for themselves, well actually Starrstan it is quite the opposite because after I make a name for myself for decimating the Hall of Famer, if you want to continue your tour, you are going to be wheeled out to the ring from the internal injuries I am going to inflict! So all of a sudden because I use the ankle lock and the Olympic slam I am looking up to Starr and trying to be like him? Actually no, what Starr doesn't know is that I was on the independent scene not getting my break wrestling in front of about a hundred people perfecting those moves each and every night and that goes back all the way to when I was 17 years old so if anything Starr you are trying to be like ME! Starr is a guy I got deep respect for in this business, but I am not afraid to admit that Starr has become really washed up ever since he came back last October being slower in the ring and you just taking up the spotlight for young stars who deserve it like ME! You are a legend right now but I am a legend in the making and people are going to be watching greatness this Monday when I TAKE that torch from you! And many people will argue that it should be an honor for me to stand in the ring standing opposite corners from you and putting on a wrestling clinic, but Starr, I am the better person, wrestler, and fighter and you know it, so many people should really argue it should be an honor for YOU to go one on one with Gods Gift to Wrestling, Terry Chambers! I feel like if I had the choice to end you on Monday, make no mistake about it because I will, you are not the same Starrstan I used to enjoy watching and I feel it is long overdue but I will gladly be the person to do it, take Old Yeller out back and pull the trigger and put you out of your misery! I am going to teach you a lesson in respect about respecting greatness when it is in front of you and greatness will stand in front of you this coming Monday on Battleground...see you there, old man!

---Terry Chambers agent tells him it is time for his tag team match with Nemesis against Drake and Jones and Terry Chambers sits back down and watches his Grand Rampage elimination a couple more times then shuts off the television set and grabs his water and slowly walks out his locker room door and he punches through the drywall on his way out as the camera fades to black---

PART 2

The Nas: Now onto opponent number four, Mexican Samurai. Now The Nas finds it very funny that BOTH you and Chris Elite are in this match. You see Mexi, The Nas will tell you straight up, the exact same way he told Elite. The Nas does not give a monkey's nutsack about your personal issues. This is The Nas' match! This is his money! EAW itself is slowly but surely turning into The Nas' world, and every single one of you are just living in it! Samurai you failed to defeat Vic Vendetta for the EAW Championship, you FAILED to solidify yourself as number one contender yet again! YOU FAILED TO REALIZE THAT YOU ARE WALKING INTO A WAR ZONE UNARMED BUT FACING THE NAS IN A STREET FIGHT!

[[The Crowd erupts into cheers.]]

The Nas: Now Mexi, The Nas has got to tell you right now, he does respect you. That much is true, but that only means The Nas is going to blatantly go out of his way to impose his will upon you in this match. Where as The Nas is going to beat respect into Chris Elite, for you it is a bit different. For you Mexi The Nas is going to establish that yes, he can and he will beat a man who just fought for a world championship and holds a bit of gold himself in the form of the Interwire Championship. Mexi it will not be just a simple walk in, slap on a submission, and walk out victorious situation. As long as you keep that in mind...you will still turn out a loser, but NOT an Embarrassment!

And Finally...Eclipse Diemos. You are probably the strangest one of the bunch and out of all the individuals The Nas has EVER graced a ring with, you probably pose the greatest threat to The Spectacular One's immediate health. Oh but don't get it twisted now. The Nas is nowhere near fearful or flat out afraid. The Nas does not know what the word fear means. It is not imprinted into his brain. He cannot grasp the concept of it. What The Nas does know however is the meaning of the word, Fight. Not match, FIGHT! Because you are the one who orchestrated all of this in the first place. You planned this out to pick out one victim for your enjoyment this Monday, instead now live in South Carolina, you get Five very game opponents who will try to take you to hell, however only one can succeed, only one can truly do it, only one can be victorious. And that will be The Nas! Now I want you to read my lips very closely you SICK FREAK! The Nas is going to whoop your ugly...fat...ass!

[[The crowd erupts once again.]]

The Nas: So let's look at the Big picture once again. Aria Jaxon, you will be taking this L Sista. Stephie Matsuda, you are truly special and a deserving champion, but you are not The People's Choice. Chris Elite, your better off no showing and instead of locking horns with The Nas, locking lips with Big Mike! Mexican Samurai, it's unfortunate that this Monday instead of redeeming yourself after losing to one of the worst EAW Champions in the absolute worst way possible AND losing your number one contendership, you gotta catch this work from ya boi too! And Eclipse Diemos. The man who started all of this. Eclipse The Nas is going to single handedly show you why he is the future of Sunday Night Voltage and you are just some horror movie reject! Simply put come Battleground. Monday Night! LIVE! North Charleston Coliseum! North Charleston, South Carolina! The Nas merely wants all of you to JUST BRING IT!

PART 1

[[The setting is a House Show from earlier in the day. The Nas just finished up his match and now he is about to adress the crowd. Azumi Goto who was sitting ringside for the match is by his side.]]



The Nas: finally...Finally...FINALLY! Well well well. The Nas' return week could not have been any more successful than it was. The Nas decisively beat BOTH Liam Catterson AND Terry Chambers. But what The Nas appreciates the most is all of the people. Now The Nas knew he had millions and millions of fans. HOWEVER, even The Spectacular One was not expecting the ovations he received what so ever on Voltage or Battleground. It was completely unreal to The Nas. The Nas absolutely appreciates every single one of you who showed him love last Sunday and Monday nights. The Nas is eternally grateful to all of you. This would be impossible with out you. God bless.

Azumi: Well well well, look at you. Steamrolling through Terry. And pulling out the big win over Liam? What got into you?

The Nas: You know, The Nas would be more interested in talking about what could get into you baby, but right now The Nas has business to attend to. And fortunate enough The Nas has a whole LOT of candy ass to speak on this week.

Azumi: This week you have SIX Opponents. How exactly are you going to tackle them all? Each of them very diverse and all at different levels, sizes, shapes, etc.

The Nas: Well Azumi, baby girl. Allow The Nas to begin. Now first there is Voltage. Where The Spectacular One goes one on one with the Answers World Champion in the main event match of the entire goddamn show, whew.

Azumi: Who would have thought that was possible for you huh?

The Nas: Not even Nastradamus would have predicted something like this.

Azumi: But what about Battleground.

The Nas: Well on Battleground The Nas gets Eclipse Diemos, Chris Elite, Mexican Samurai, Stephie Matsuda, and Aria Jaxon in a 6 person street fight with one hundred and twenty THOUSAND DOLLARS! Talk about makin Big Money. Now let The Nas set the record straight. He is about to lace into 5 people in the span of this conversation. This is not counting anyone on Voltage. So let's just open up to begin shall we?

Mexi, you role? Know it!
Aria, your mouth? Shut it!
Eclipse, a treadmill? Use it!
Matsuda, your panties? Wash it!
Elite, Big Mike's Head? Shove it!

[[The crowd erupts into cheers!]]

Azumi: Well that certainly escalated quickly...

The Nas: The pace picks up in a hurry when The People's Choice has a say baby. Now As The Nas was saying. Let us first begin with The Estrogen side of things. Which means The Nas will be first talking about Aria Jaxon, Stephie, Matsuda, and Chris Elite. Ya know, The females in the match!

[[The Crowd once again pops as Azumi motions to The Nas.]]

Azumi: Um...you know Elite is an Elitist yes?

The Nas: No no no no NO! That's what they want you to think. Mostly she. But you see Christina is actually a female as she has no Y Chromosome within her entire body. Now The Nas might as well start with you. Chris Elite you run your little mouth about how you are gonna win the Interwire Championship, like your some kinda big shot, like The Nas. You talk aboout how you're going to beat TLA and Mexican Samurai or whoever else gets in your way of that belt, like your some kind of tough guy. But the way The Nas sees it. There are Ken Dolls more intimidating than you, ya little punk ass bitch! Not only that, those Ken Dolls also happen to hold twice hell even triple the talent of you sometimes. You think your some hot shit now because you eliminated Terry Chambers to win some battle royal. Big Deal! The Nas just layed the smackdown on Terry to win twenty grand on last weeks Battleground. Anyone can beat Terry, you are not special Elite. As a matter a fact, there is nothing Elite about you, unless your last name is to represent how much of a little Punk BITCH You are! Because you are the top of the top when it comes to that. Oh and if Big Mike tries to get in The Nas' face in the middle of the match, The Nas will actually take his head, turn it sideways, and stick it straight up your candy ass! Elite you talk trash and think everyone is impressed as if you are The Nas. You will never be Simply Spectacular. You will never be The People's ANYTHING! 

[[Crowd cheers Nas on.]]

Now on to you Aria Jaxon. Aria you already know the deal between you and ya boi. I am basically your brother. I got a lot of love for you girl. Unfortunately we gotta put that aside this Monday night. Well? Now that The Nas thinks about it, why is he complaining about being able to face you and Matsuda again?

Azumi: MHM!

The Nas: Oh yea, hehe, well either way. Listen up Aria. You truly are an Empress. Not The Nas' queen, but you are something truly unique here in EAW. And The Nas appreciates all the kind hearted things you had to say about him, and The Nas would like to return the favor, return the compliments, return the love from family. Aria, The Nas does have a gut feeling you will become the next Vixens Champion at Triple Threat. I mean just look at you sista! On all the promotional posters. Not even The Nas has accomplished that yet. Aria there are literally multi time world champions that have not done that. You honestly should give yourself a pat on the back for that one. Oh but listen up girl. You say The Nas should put what on a T-Shirt? That this match is yours? Well, how about The Nas instead put this, "NAS 1 ARIA 0!" Because whether you like it or not sweetheart, that's gonna be the outcome from this match. The Nas one hundred and twenty gs richer, and you taking a bad bump on your way to the Triple Threat fpv!

And finally that leads The Nas to Stephie Matsuda. The Specialists Champion. And The Nas must admit you are quite special indeed. However one thing you are not, is good enough to go one on one with The Spectacular One, but that's okay Matsuda. You don't need to be. I'm sure Azumi will enjoy the fact that both you and Aria are in this match now that The Nas thinks about it. However she is not your primary concern. I am. The Nas is normally 110% against intergender violence unless it is called for. Either A this is an official match, B You are a real bitch, or C BOTH! But from what The Nas has gathered on both you and Aria, B and C won't come into the picture here. Now Stephie. You may be Special, but are you All Seeing and All Knowing, like The Nas? Well the answr is obviously no! WHY? Because you did not know you were going to win that title at the Grand Rampage when you did! However, The Nas KNEW he was going to beat Liam and Terry, just as The Nas knows he is going to beat yourself, Aria, Christina, Eclipse, AND Mexican Samurai in this street fight on Battleground AND Ares Vendetta, the Answers World Champion on Voltage! And there's only 2 things you can do about it, ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN AND LIKE IT!

[[The crowd erupts in a unanimous chant of The Nas' Name as he takes a deep inhale.]]

 
Cailin Dillon sits in a chair in a dimly lit gym, slowly wrapping her own wrists with tape. She stands up as her phone beeped a few times and she reached down to pull it out of her bag. She looked at and sighed.
 


Tossing it back in the backpack, she stepped up to a punching bag and started going to town on it. Punch after punch the intensity picked up until she landed one last hard punch on it that rocked the bag backwards, followed by a spinning back kick that made it swing up towards the ceiling. She heard someone clapping as she turns and sees a familiar face walking towards her. She shakes her head and smirks.
 
Tarah: I could have guessed you would be down here again. How come every time I find you it’s some where in the dark with you being brooding? You have some kind of Batman phase coming on.
 
Cailin: Ha! Batman wishes he hold a candle to me… and I don’t know. This just helps me think sometimes. Like when I’m here alone, I can still picture that bag as Veena or Silence or Haruna or… anyways. This is how I train. This is how I let everything out at once. It just gets me ready for everything that’s to come. I used to do this a lot during my run as Specialist’s Champion. Right before a match I would just find a few solitude minutes and think about the bigger picture. I lost the Specialist’s title and I lost my chance to be the No. 1 contender, but this is just the start of an epic turnaround story. Even Michael Jordan had a few off games. Even Mr. Dedede loses a match here and there. Even in a quest to be the best Vixen in EAW history, there will be missteps. So believe me when I say I’m not hiding here in the dark. I’m living. I’m putting my mind on the future. I’m focusing on this match ahead and getting myself ready to walk this path.
 
Tarah: That’s better! I was worried you were down here being all mopey after losing to that piece of shit earlier this week. Don’t forget the best part of that whole match. It wasn’t her winning, it was you slapping her across the cheek with a hot dog. You are so crazy!
 
Cailin: Hey, she was asking for it. One thing I would love to be better at is improvisation. If it means I have to slap a bitch down with a hot dog, then I will. If I could have I would have smacked her with a hot dog, sprayed mustard and ketchup on her face, give her a stiff kick in the chain to knock her out and then just let that hot dog rest on her cheek — just really show her who’s boss. Besides, that girl is annoying the hell out of me. I told her she would cheat, and she tried to cheat. And then because she got caught and I picked up her brass knuckles, she tries to turn this around and say it’s my fault. She’s acting like I ruined our friendship forever or crossed some impassable line. She can have her match with Stephanie and they can fight over and over until the end of time. What do I care. It’s time for me to focus on the next step for me, not what Haruna and Stephanie are doing. Even though the fact remains that I was not pinned in that Grand Rampage match and Stephanie is champ without even beating me one on one like a true champion. That’s fine. But really, I was owed a rematch. They gave Haruna a rematch after she lost the title in two weeks. I hold that belt for five months and they swept me under the rug in a second. I could have been the face of Battleground, but who wants to be that. Give that to those girls. Put them on the posters and the programs and print them out their shirts with cute little motivational sayings. All they need to do is keeping saying the same things about me. I’m the confident bitch that defined what it means to be the Specialist Champion. I took that title from laughable gimmick to desired prize. The person who holds that belt should carry it with pride and always defend it like their pants are on fire. And they have to stop bugging me with endless texts and understand that I just need to clear my head.
 
Tarah: Somehow I feel like we ventured down a completely different road? I thought we weren’t going to spend time dwelling on your girlfriend this week?
 
Cailin: Well… it just happened. I understand that she doesn’t deserve the cold shoulder she’s getting from me. Not really. But when I see her down the road and she opens her jacket defiantly to show me that title, it feels like a slap in the face. Every time she acts like I should just accept this and be happy for her, I feel like she doesn’t understand what it means to be a champion. I didn’t hate losing it the way I did because I was greedy. I hated it because I turned that title into something. Without me, that title would have traded hands so many times by now, just a laughing stock among the Elitist ranks. The same way it was when it first started. And now that they took that title, they expect me to sit back and forget about as the world around me burns to ashes. Well I’ve decided to let it burn and leave it behind. They expect me to burn out in the fire, but they’ll see me step through it, clench my fists and ask for more. Next time they try to throw the whole roster at me, or even part of it, I’ll be ready.
 
Tarah: I don’t know what’s happened to you these last two weeks, but you’ve managed to become even more of a bad ass because of it. Like… will you stop for anything?
 
Cailin smirks and starts to unwrap the tape on her wrists as she walks towards Tarah.
 
Cailin: C’mon Harls, you think I would really stop for anything at all? This is Ivy you’re talking about. This is Captain America. You put a goal in front of me and I’m going to do what it takes to achieve it. Look at these girls they put us up against this week. They’ve never done a damn thing they put their minds on. They go out week after week and flail about, and then they sputter off meaningless sermons about how they are the most talented or craziest person on this entire roster. They promise destruction when they can’t even deliver pizza. It’s kind of sad to be honest, but this is what I’ve frequently come to expect when facing both Veena and Silence. So let me just break this down for you just so you’ve got this clear. Veena Adams is your man’s niece, but she is the worst. Like literally the worst. She’s also supposedly the most talented Vixen that’s ever graced this roster. Yet when she actually tries to show it, she draws more laughs then cheers. She lingers on the edge of pathetic. But she’s managed to find someone even more pathetic to answer to her beckon call. And that’s Kyra. Or Silence. Or… really, it’s hard to figure out who she’s going to be this minute or the next. The only thing I know is she’s a bull in a china shop that can easily be fooled by even the most novice matador. She’s like Giant Man thwarted by Spiderman. Or a big walker taken down by a snow speeder. They say the bigger they are the harder they fall. I think for the most part this is a reference about egos, but it really applies for Kyra and Silence in all ways. She’s either a butler or a bodyguard, but in the end they both have such a long way to come if they hope to achieve anything at all. As for now, they have been put in front of us as challengers or villains or… I don’t really know. All I know is that they’re about to get wrecked by us.
 
Tarah: Damn right. This is more like it. This is cocky Cailin at her best. Damn these girls don’t know what they have coming for them.
 
Cailin takes a moment and laughs as she puts her arm around Tarah and starts to walk them towards the door and out of the gym.
 
Cailin: I don’t have any doubts about what we’re going to do this Sunday. I’m not surprised Veena and Silence have been so silent so far. It’s sort of their M.O. But eventually they’ll probably climb their ways out of that prairie dog hole they’ve been hiding in and give this week some sort of effort. As half assed as it might end up being. We’re not here to be the heroes this week, even when these two are going to need saving. And we aren’t here as villains either. We’re here to do what we want and take what we want. We don’t want to just win this match, we want to dominate. There have been lots of teams of Vixens together, but when you put Cailin Dillon and the Leader of the Vixens on the same team, you’re just asking for it. We’re about to cause a whole lot of trouble for those two girls this week. Voltage is gonna be one hell of a show from us. Maybe after we’re done with them they’ll finally realize just how in over their heads they really are. Their drowning without a floaty to keep them above the surface. I’m sure these two girls think they have what it takes to score the upset this week, but we’re about to thwart their puny attempts and leave them in that ring looking to pick up the inevitable pieces that will be left of their careers. Damn, I’m really ready to tear some shit up this week, Harls. Let’s get out of here. We got this. Aint nothing gonna stop Cap and Buck this week. Not even the most talented person in the world and her collared pet.
 
Cailin pulls Tarah in closer as she shuts off the remaining lights in the gym and the scene fades out.

The camera shows a familiar setting. The room is dark and dim, the only source of light is the bright, shinning moon that’s peeking through the window. Eris is shown sitting in the corner of the room. She slowly crawls towards the window with her smartphone in her hand.

 
Eris (While smashing her fingers on her phone.): What type of bullshit is this?!
 
Feelings of being worried and panicked completely take over the Vixens champion. She begins to scroll through various pages of text as she suddenly drops her phone and runs her fingers through her hair.
 
Eris: I have to stay positive. I have to stay positive. I have to stay positive. Ihavetostaypositive. They aren’t trying to screw me out of my championship. Nope, no. No, of course not. Heh – I’m, (clears throat) I’m just imagining things. Maybe Starr Stan really wants to face me because he sees how much of a dominant figure I’ve been in the Vixens division since my debut. Maybe he wants a small taste of the Anti-Vixen. Maybe he wants to get the experience before he retires. Yeah, of course. Heh, of COURSE!
 
The room is silent and nothing can be heard other than Eris’ hard breathing. The small, reassuring smile that was planted on her face disappears within a minute.
 
Eris: Or.. OR MAYBE THIS IS ALL SOME SORT OF FUCKING SCAM!
 
Eris bolts up and begins pacing back and forth in her living room.
 
Eris: OHH WHAT A COINCIDENCE THAT A WEEK BEFORE MY MATCH I HAVE TO FACE THE MAN WHO HAS HAD A LEGENDARY STATUS IN EAW. WHAT A COINCIDENCE THAT I HAVE TO TAKE A HUGE RISK BY WRESTLING THIS BARBARIC BEAST AND PUTTINY MY HEALTH, MY BODY ON THE LINE. What type of joke is this?! Who’s behind this? Was it Aria? Was it… No, stop thinking stupid stuff, Eris! I BET THE FORMATION PULLED SOME STRINGS BACKSTAGE SO I COULD GET THE TOUGHEST COMPETITORS IN THIS COMPANY. For a group that continuously talks about being fair and bringing peace to this division, they have to stoop low to get rid of their competition by putting them in meaningless matches. My body is aching just thinking about the stuff they’re thinking, the stuff they’re wishing, the demise they wish I go through. I know that I’m right about all of this. What happened before my match with Maddie? She got her little emo group to put me against Ryan Savage, another big timer in this company. Aria probably went to her formation butt buddies and pleaded them to think of an idea, to devise a plan in order to weaken me and to bring me down. So what did they do? Who did they go to? What did they say? What did they have to do in order to put me through all of this? Why can’t they just be good members of this division and accept the fact that I am the superior individual in our main event matchup. Why can’t they just accept that no matter what you do, you can’t bring me down. You can’t emotionally break me because since day one, I came into this company without some sort of barrier. I came having my guard low exposing myself to everyone. I made myself vulnerable and went through treacherous experiences that have only made me stronger. These mind games that they’re trying to pull are nothing. They can’t get me to crack. I’m unbreakable. I’m unbeatable. I’M READY FOR ANY OBSTACLE THAT INTERJECTS ITSELF IN MY PATH! God, fuck!
 
Eris grabs her phone and begins dialing a number. HBG’s voice is heard through the other line, however, it’s her voicemail. Disappointment and frustration runs through Eris’ veins as the beep signals her to leave her message.
 
Eris: Hey… It’s still okay for me to call you, right? Oh, well, I don’t know. I’m not feeling so well, HBG. In the past recent weeks, I’ve been feeling so alone, so disorientated. I’m not used to this type of rejection. Even though you said it was all okay, things are different. I just need some reassuring words, some guidance. Some help! I feel like the entire EAW world is conspiring against me. It’s no lie that people like Aria Jaxon, Cailin Dillion and even Stephanie Matsuda’s stupid ass are crowd favorites. The higher ups KNOW that if one of them becomes Vixens Champion, they’ll earn big bucks! Their sales will sky rocket and they’re trying to make me weak so I won’t retain. I mean, think about it – finally, Vixens are main eventing and media outlets are just giving us their out pouring support. Who do you think they want to come out as winner? The crazy bipolar bitch or the goody-two-shoes who’s too busy riding on ----------
 
Hello? HELLO?! Oh, damn it.
 
Regardless of the motives behind this crazy matchup, I will treat it as another big match that I’ve been graced with in my career. I refuse to let these crazy thoughts affect my performance. Mr. StarrStan doesn’t have the slightest idea who’s he going up against. Who knows if he did indeed request this matchup or if the corporate idiots decided it’d be fun to see me get my ass kicked. Regardless, I will come out on top. Regardless, I will put this win under my belt. REGARDLESS, I will show Aria Jaxon why she shouldn’t even BE in the Triple Threat main event. She’s done nothing other than win some stupid, rigged tournament and beat EAW’s official fucking Grandma. I am going to make an example out of you, Starr. I am going to make sure no one ever doubts my abilities. I will succeed, I will venture on to my next task. This will not be another road block and this will definitely not stop me in my tracks. I’m the Vixens champion, for God’s sake! I’ve defended my title against various competitors and I’ve always been the better woman of the matchup. My talents and abilities don’t know genders. I will wreck you, Starr. I will fucking kick your ass.
 
Eris takes a deep breath and begins to giggle.
 
Gosh, what was I thinking? I’m overreacting. I’m over thinking. I’m getting inside of my own head. Gosh, I’m so silly. I think I’ll go over to HBG’s place for a while, I think I have a spare key somewhere…
 

The scene fades to black.