You're delving into my words way deeper than you should, Judas. You accuse me of reading too much between lines that don't cross and thinking beyond the box, when I never really have, yet you do the very same yourself. Pot calling the kettle black, if anything. As if that alone isn't enough to examplify the stupidity camouflaged by your Halloween mask, you also allowed every single word that I uttered in your name to go right over your small little head. Now I'm not gonna lie, amidst all of these disappointments, the sight of you scrambling to cover your tracks and bury the message appended to your harping on what happened at Pain for Pride did plaster a smile across my face. It's amusing to know that you think veiling your intentions is as easy as veiling your face. Amusing, but pitiful. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to discern the REAL reason why you still cling to the past, Judas. The real reason why half of your second speech is what the kids nowadays call a 'copy-and-paste' of the first, emphasizing the same arguments with approximately the same words. It's not because you wanna' use the failures of the past as fuel to combat what lies ahead in the future for you, no. It's because you want to still don the indestructible shtick, regardless of the times that your eligibility to it proved invalid. You still want to showcase yourself as this unbeatable, peerless force of destruction but the path that your career courses today doesn't exactly reflect that notion very well. You still want to be as revered as you were in Dynasty, feasting upon stacks of easy meat that the suits threw your way on a weekly basis; despite the fact that whenever you're put in a big match predicament, you fall short on wreaking the same chaos and demonstrating the same dominance. You want people to still respect you Judas, but you know full well how people's minds function; they base their judgement on what they see before them at the present time. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you face El Landerson just a week ago? Weren't you hyped up to become the inaugural Hardcore Champion but you didn't even make the cut of participating in the match? Weren't you drafted to Voltage because you were perceived to be this monster asset that's supposed to spearhead the brand into a dark, dog-eats-dog era? All of those unticked objectives are merely scratching the surface as well, I mean, what are you doing nowadays Judas? Besides a hype that you'll ultimately bust and crumble under the weight of, that's become a habit of yours as of late. So yeah, do I think you care about my pity and everyone else's? No, you care about my respect and their fear. Otherwise, you wouldn't sit around in bathrooms everyday sewing up excuses from your past defeats. I don't give a shit about the knees you took to the skull in Miami, I don't give a shit about the lack of seriousness in your team or your team altogether that you seemingly blame for your loss as if you weren't there to taste it yourself. I'm just cracking up at the monotony of how self-contradictory your statements are. All of them trace along a pattern of sorts that I can easily illustrate right now. What, you don't believe me? I'll do it right now. It's rather simple, all things considered;

How-to think like Judas:

One, say something that debunks your point and admit that it's your intention. Something a long the lines of 'here's why I don't talk about the past..'.

Two, talk about the past.

And that's it! You now know how the supposedly functional brain of Judas operates. Looking to draw some inspiration from some of its work? Look no further than him recently dwelling on another glorious portion of his past, dating as far back as early this year. And I quote, just like PFP, Judas came short at the Grand Rampage event. Does he go on to expand upon that truth? Hell no. Instead, he tried to use a victory over Diamond Cage at fucking BATTLEGROUND as means of rectifying not winning the Grand Rampage match and going on to main event Pain for Pride. Not to discredit Cage or anything, but he's not really that tough of a beat anymore. I got the dubya' over him a week before PFP, knowing full well that he was the guy who beat Starr Stan in last year's PFP. But even so, I didn't take much pride in the victory itself, I sure as hell didn't take as much as you do in it nowadays. You see, Diamond Cage was out for a while before coming back in January and unlike you Judas, I know that time can change a man. Just look at you; you were National Elite Champion, you ran roughshod on Friday nights and only ballsy fools considered stepping in your way. Fast-forward a few months, and NOW look at you. No gold adorning your waist, no impressive wins on your Voltage slate — and don't you dare mention Nasir Capitani as one — and nobody cares enough to walk your path because your stock has plummeted and whatever aura surrounded you upon walking into the yellow door has vanished into thin air. There's no other way around saying this, Judas; you're irrelevant. You join the cast of busts from Norman Hellion to Vance Tybull, though the only difference between you and them is that they bit the bullet and knew when to call it a career. You on the other hand still parade about the corridors of this company, begging for everyone to view you the same way that they did when you first came onto scene, instead of facing the reality that continuously slaps you across the face every waking moment of your life; you are IRRELVANT. You won't respond to the call though, will you? I don't think you will, not when you're dense enough to bestow that trait upon individuals like Y2Impact and Heart Break Gal. I will never stress this enough; you, my friend, are neck-deep into a reality forged from your imagination to live in the real one. You belittle the threat of Hexa-Gun now, because you were never HERE when it was around. If you knew about the business as much as you should, you'd realize that Hexa-Gun will go down in history as one of the most dominant factions EAW has ever seen. I can attest to that firsthand, because unlike you, I've experienced the tense atmosphere of that system. Unlike you, I've been on the receiving end of Hexa-Gun's schemes and beatings and unlike you, I actually know how dangerous they were as a group. Who are you to judge? You're just a new fish who's swimming in clean water. You weren't here when it was a swamp, you weren't hear when you had to have eyes on the back of your head wherever you went in the vicinity. Nah, you were probably fixing your makeup for some circus gig. Heed this for what it's worth, kiddo; instead of shitting on bonafide Hall of Famers and veterans of the industry, purge your name because it's not lacking of the stains either. 

It's ironic though, how you say that Hexa-Gun was never THAT good and the only reason why they were allowed to exist and dominate is because they had no competition that could threaten that status quo. Not only because said competition was eventually found, or else Hexa-Gun wouldn't have ended ages ago, but because you were basically describing yourself in third-person by casting that appraisal. I mean, let's state facts here; the only logical explanation as to why you were authorized to be as imperious as you were on Dynasty without anyone having what it takes to shut you up was because you were on DYNASTY. The red folk didn't really have that many marquee talents who weren't repeatedly shoved down everybody's throat in the main event to throw at you, Judas. So, when it comes down to it, you have never been THAT good yourself. If you were, you'd be champion on Voltage or at least vying for a belt; but despite what you might think, you're not doing either right now. Carry on badmouthing our roster though, by all means. That's what you essentially excel at most; bitching about the lack of competition, bitching about guys like Nathan Fiora being Hardcore Champion but not growing the cojones to do something about it. If you're smart enough to pass primary school, you' know that me, Winterborn, Damon and even Drake do not give a single fuck about how you view or think of us. Someone of your current stature isn't exactly one to talk about being less than mediocre, Judas. Your disdain for others proves how insecure you are beneath all the pizzazz, how you dread their progress while not making some yourself. And how CAN you? When your go-to argument is an event or an occasion that is now simply ink on paper and doesn't bear one shred of significance in today's world. The only person feebleminded enough to delude themselves into thinking that they're greater than they really are is you, amigo. No one else. You walk around with a chip on your shoulder and the more distance you cover, the heavier it becomes and the closer you get to the ground. You want to degrade my efforts at Pain for Pride by putting the emphasis on their outcome, yet you talk like you haven't even watched the damn match. I pushed Starr Stan to the limit and beyond, I gave him everything I had and in return took everything that he had to dish out on me and I made him PREY that Pure Championship from my frigid, dead fingertips. Don't take my word for it, take his. I see what you're trying to do by mentioning that bout though, Judas. You're trying to strike a nerve in me because you're out of options. You don't have anything tangible on yours truly that can really make my blood boil anymore so you pour every fiber of your being into that one loss. Sadly for you, that won't swing. Your input doesn't irritate me one bit, if anything, it kinda' entertains me to an extent. The chuckles that escaped me when I heard your two rants couldn't be counted on all ten digits. The way you touched on several of your shortcomings alone had me tearing up, especially when you got to my EAW Championship opprtunity. The hilarity of it revolved mainly around the fact that yourself mentioned the reason why I'm not holding that title right now but still moved past it to pick apart my conflict with Kenny Drake and how it distracted me from coming out on top. Yeah, I was distracted but then again, it's hard not to be when you got a gang running down the ramp and gunning for your head. It's hard not to be distracted by a triple threat turning into a six-on-one handicap match at the drop of a dime and it's reaaaally hard not to be distracted from a champion taking advantage of me fighting off a horde of dogs to retain his title. You won your first title in your first championship match? Congratulations, I did it too. Do you see me having a mental breakdown about it? Not really. Do you see me comparing you to the other bulky fucks that I had to deal with before you joined the list? No. So cease the nonsensical comparison between me and Nasir. We may have both lost our respective comrades but that's where the line of similarities comes to an abrupt halt. I may still have an eye out for Kenny Drake but unlike Nasir, I won't let that cloud my mind when I'm in the ring with you. I have a clear set of priorities that does not budge regardless of the circumstances and right now, beating your mug in is above disfiguring Drake's on the totem pole. So can the act and stop depicting me this weak shell of a man that is hellbent on exacting revenge and nothing else. I walked into this business with one goal in mind; take over it and leave it different than how I found it. A little FYI about Carson Ramsay: he NEVER loses sight of his self-imposted objectives. I don't care if it's you, Kenny Drake, his clique or the entire roster; you will NEVER steer me clear of fulfilling that one goal. You think you have me all mapped out, don't you? Do keep thinking so, 'cause on Sunday, I'd love nothing more than to rip off that mask and see a bloody countenance mirroring utter shock.

[size=37]The truth shall set you free.[/size]

[size=37]Well, here we are a mere day away from my match with Kurt Burton, a self-professed career killer. In his longstanding stance this week he has said many things, many contemptuous things toward me. He swears he doesn't hate my very existence, and yet he still goes on to say so many bitter things toward me. None of which I care to repeat at this point, because really what's the point? Hell, I think I've proven mine by being able to get under his skin to the point to where he would like nothing more than to wipe the floor with me and knock the shine right off my face. He would like nothing more than to prevent another Rex McAllister entrance down that ramp and into an EAW ring as the number one contender after tomorrow night. He won't be able to say that will be the case because for me, I plan on showing up after tomorrow night. I plan on showing up next week, and the next couple of weeks after that still number one contender. Whether Kurt can accept it or not I will show my ass up as the number contender and everytime I'm on the card, whether it is against him or anybody else. I am a man of my word on that. Regardless of how I leave the match tomorrow, I will make sure I leave that man the most disappointed man in the building. I will leave that man hating me if he does not hate me already. He won't like what I have in store for him. That will remain a surprise. [/size]

[size=37]I've been a self-assured little prick for the last several months. I'm edgier with the necessary attitude to get the job done here each week against anybody. Outside the ring I am nothing like I am when I show up for work every week in that ring. Do I put up this front? Maybe. Maybe I am not as tough as I put on. Maybe I’m just tougher mentally more than anything else. Am I scared of challenges? Hell no! I love a challenge! I made this match. I made my bed. So if I lose? Well, then I lose. I will have nobody to blame but myself. It will be just another lesson learned I guess. I just don't plan on losing though. Too many times I was humbled in the beginning of my time here. During those times I would show up each week thinking about the last loss, and even though I knew that dwelling on the last loss wouldn't do me any favors going into the next match, still I let the previous loss weight on me going into the next match. It turned into another loss, and another, and another. The thing that got me to stop dwelling so much on all those losses? I remembered what I would have waiting for me back home if I just up and quit?[/size]

[size=37]Nothing.[/size]

[size=37]Fear? That's different than being concerned. Different from dwelling. I fear things that are far beyond and truly outside of wrestling. Stuff out of my control. Things like War, violence, destruction, the end of days. Not knowing when any of those things can affect your daily life and how it will play a role in it. That's something I really think about. I don't fear wrestling or anything or anybody in this sport. I love wrestling. I'll put my body on the line for something I love any day, and wrestling happens to be that thing that does it for me. So sorry to burst your bubble, Kurt. I have never feared something I love. This sport brings out the best in me. When I go home and doze off? First I shower up, then I eat a small meal, and lastly I crash man, as soon as possible, because I can't wait for the next day. I can't wait to wake up Sunday morning after a big match the night before to find out who I will be facing next. Nothing else gives me that rush like this sport can, but I never wilt under the normal pressures that most might otherwise succumb to in that locker room. Weak fucking parasites that come in here and think they have this place figured out from the start only to find out much much different  once they've been bumped down a peg or two. Their fragile egos can't take it. So they leave. They quit! I don't know. Maybe they find solace in doing something else if wrestling doesn't work out. Thats not me. You’ve got me wrong, Kurt. So now you have forced my hand. Forced me to open up and be real with you and everybody else thats getting the wrong picture about me, with your help of course. I’ve grown and matured here. I embrace everything that comes my way. I don't run, and I don't hide because I don't fear any aspect of this place. So do I fear what is to come on Showdown? Nope, and that should scare you. You think you know what is coming for you, but you don’t. That is the great thing about this for me as it should be for you…the unknown. I embrace the unknown, Kurt, because there is something exciting in it all. Not knowing what the future holds is the ultimate thrill and motivator. For a couple of weeks before Diablo I had a chance to contemplate that very thing, wondering whether or not I wanted to put my body on the line, my career Kurt, in a Flaming Fucking Tables match! I was thinking to myself, gee, I might not want to jeopardize everything I had worked for up to that point knowing I had nothing to go back to really, back home. Of everything you say you believe you will do to efface me this week? I find myself undeterred by it. Diablo was a much scarier prospect to endure than this. That was your best chance to beat me. This is a regular match, like you said, this is right up my alley, and you had better believe I will come out and perform like you don’t expect that I will. I will take the fight to YOU Kurt! You believe you have accomplished anything this week? News flash, Kurt, you have accomplished nothing. For a whole week you have went as low as you can go with constant slander, constant critiquing, and constant threats and it has still yet to faze me in the least. You keep trying to insinuate that I have lost my composure, but thats still just another tactic of yours to throw me off. I walk into this thing the favorite once again, destined to eclipse you in the middle of that ring as you look up at those bright overheads in the rafters. I ain’t the best thing since sliced bread. I’m not perfect in any way. You think you are better than me? Got another news flash for you? You won't be this week.[/size]

[size=37]You are nothing new, just another hurdle to be scaled.[/size]

[size=37]I am supremely confident, but not arrogant. I don’t think I’ve ever thought myself to be nor has anybody else ever told me so. Just you and Nobi. You think you have seen arrogant and conceited? Why don’t you check out one of EAW most arrogant stars. He goes by the name Angelo. You think I’m arrogant and conceited? Why don’t you take a glimpse at one of his promos sometime, and then get back to me. What I am is everything I have been saying I am, and not what you have been trying to have the target audience perceive me as. Do I have tons more evolving to do to go far here? Sure, and I have no problem admitting it. Nonetheless, I walk through those doors blushed with unmistakable confidence. I believe in myself and everything that I bring to table is good enough to defeat anyone on any given night no matter the match, the venue, the opponent, big or small, no matter how experienced and intelligent they may be, anybody, including you, Kurt. I grew up in a really small shitty town in a rundown neighborhood in Jersey for crying out loud. Imagine feeling trapped in an unsatisying existence. Wasting your precious time doing things that you really don’t want to be doing. Being afraid to express your uniqueness. Having fun on the weekends then dreading the upcoming week. Maybe you don’t have to imagine it; maybe your life is just like mine was, few moments of satisfaction drowned out by a constant grind of work that doesn’t fulfill you. I won’t go into the rest, because I ain’t all about pity parties that much is for sure. It doesn't matter. That was before I found wrestling. Point is, I have to have supreme confidence in myself that I can become the best that I can be in this sport because nobody else will believe in me. I really don’t have anything else that I love to do. I am not an overdog, not in the least, but I am an underdog more often than not. I find ways to win just like you observed from a few of my matches. I simply outwork and outlast opponents in that ring with every bit of smarts and wit that I have. You want honesty, I am not a favorite to win more often than not, but it hardly seems to matter because here I am ready to face off with you on Showdown, and ready to prove to you that everything you think you know about me has been wrong all along. Kurt, you have wasted a week, a WHOLE WEEK trying with so much effort to throw me off my game with every tactic you can think of break me down and it has not paid off. All the bitterness of your words, the rage behind them is unmistakable. You might project your tone to try and exhibit to the audience a different emotion, but the words and conviction behind your words say otherwise. All this bitterness coming out from years that you had balled everything up inside, just all pent up over six years, and from what? From the fact that you think today’s generation, the future of this sport is not actually the future, but the cancer that will bring this company to bankrupt? Guys like me? Such a cop out Kurt. You are bitter because you lost those precious years, years you could’ve been around and became a real star in this company, perhaps even a legend. You can’t get those six years back and it eats you up inside every fucking day whether you want to admit it or not. That's why you bitch so much about this and that. So you say all you can do is change. Change is never a bad thing. We all go through changes, and that comes through adaptation. Listen, I come to the workplace ready to work every week. I walk to the ring with confidence. Do I have weaknesses? Yes, nobody is perfect, of course not. I never claimed to be, ever. We’ve all got weaknesses, and that little thing we talked about previous? the tenacity that I have? It will not let me lose this week, YOUR weaknesses will be exposed in that ring where I will decimate you and make you pay dearly. Everybody makes mistakes out there, it's simply a matter of who makes the most critical of those mistakes. Those critical mistakes that make difference between winning and losing.[/size]

[size=37]The confidence I possess, that you have wrongly chalked up to being nothing more than arrogance? It's something every person that wishes to have a long prosperous career here should have. Having strong beliefs and confidence in my abilities and letting my opponents know about it is nothing new for me. I was trained well learning even more as time has gone on, and I make sure I use all the tools I was blessed with to their fullest. Everything else after that is about getting better and constantly working to refine all those skills I was taught. They're all things I put on display every week, the mental and physical aspects. I walk around with a true belief inside that I can one day get to the top of this company. If I did not believe that, I wouldn't settle. I would move on, try and find another endeavor that suits me. An endeavor I could succeed at and get to the top. If you simply settle with anything in life, than you aren't bettering yourself, and you'll just stay stuck in neutral.[/size]

[size=37]I survey things here just fine Kurt. There is no shortage of things that I know about this place. Lets fire away shall we? Did you notice or realize that with the draft that just happened that Voltage raided most of the best this company’s talent pool has to offer. Consider this, Showdown Cerubus, Parker and Vendetta. Dynasty has DEDEDE, and that is it. Voltage had TMDK, two former world champs. The other Vendetta, who just got done being world champ. Then you have Aren the current champ. Their midcard talent could main event on Showdown or Dynasty and neither show would lose a beat. Guys like Christian Locke, Carson Ramsey, Judas, Nasir, Nathan Fiora. I could tell you Y2Impact is likely got something new in the works to get back into power just as was the case with Hexa-Gun. I can agree that while our brand has strong midcard talent, the top of the heap is bored. Brian is bored, Parker is bored, Ares is definitely bored, and Lannister...he is a part timer as it is and had no business in a world title matchup. The end result at Diablo was predictable with Ares winning. I could tell you that Brian wanting to face Robbie V is simply a ploy to get in Ares’ head as they head into TTI. I can tell you Dynasty’s current crop is the weakest from top to bottom. One last thing? I can tell you that in a few of weeks the National Elite Championship will be defended and it won't be against you.[/size]

[size=37]Your concentrated efforts to break me down are to be applauded, but nothing more, nothing less. I’m putting my pride to the side. I will admit, maybe I do walk around a little too proud. Maybe it is an area I will look to improve upon as time goes on. You seem to possess a bit of your own as well. Do you truly believe that debilitating finishing maneuvers like the ones I have utilized effectively aren't something to think twice about? Moves that have taken down other foes with near perfect success rate? These basic default moves as you have chosen to call them, they are meant to wear you out over a period of time. They don't need to do anything more than what they are meant to do. If you believe that these maneuvers can simply be defensed so easily than you are in for quite a surprise. I don't know a man I have come into an encounter with as confident as you to believe my offensive attack isn't going to be able to overcome you. I can assure you though that will change once we get in that ring. The longer the match goes the more those so-called default video game like moves start to work in my favor. Everything I have said this week had everything to do with belief. It was never arrogance. I really do believe in what I say, but at least now you know it had nothing to do with pride for the most part, because I have done debunked that right here over these last several minutes of talking. You think that win at Diablo gave me a big head? Sure you would. For me though, it reassured my confidence I had in myself all along. That’s what it did. Again, I don’t carry bravado into Showdown tomorrow. I carry confidence, and constant motivation. Motivating myself to work harder, keep pushing. I am going to push you to the brink of your limits, Kurt, before I ultimately overcome the challenge you will pose to me. When we both start to tire, I will find something else in me, a second surge if you will, and I will finish you. I will beat you Kurt. I don’t care how long it takes me. I will put you down for the count. All this time you spent trying to degrade my image and drag it into the mud when I told you, I WARNED YOU that it was a waste of both of our times, but mostly yours, since that is all you chose to do for the most part all week. Oh, yeah. Thanks by the way for the backhanded praises. So glad you found it in yourself to give out such praise even if it's not genuinely heartfelt. You see the difference between us, Kurt? I don’t have to go down to your level at all in anyway shape or form when it comes to downgrading you. You are doing that on your own with every foul mouth thing you can pull out of your ass to say to me. I won’t be deterred though, not in the least. It’s all business Kurt. You are about to get the best of Rex McAllister. You will find out that what I will bring to that ring tomorrow will prove to be far greater than anything you can think of to stop me with. I may not be perfect, but I won’t have to be to beat you, just like I have beaten others. You will come back with a response perhaps, but it won’t matter. On Showdown I end this debate once and for all. This is my time.[/size]

[size=37] [/size]

[size=37]The truth has been spoken. [/size]

☤The camera turns onto flashing lights in the dark after a bell is rung while Tiberius, bruised and beaten, lays inside the ring with a replica Answers World Championship. With makeup making it look like Jones eye has been heavily darkened through punches he gives a faux blank look on his face, and the camera goes to his supposed point of view where his eyes are almost shut closed, as he begins an inspirational tale. ☤


Even passed the black of my black, extra black, eye I can see the path in which we World Champions take.

They say I can’t be world champion.

They say my claim is moot.

But I can be like the champion Tyler Parker praises. I can be like Ares Vendetta.

☤Jones begins to slowly rise from the mat and clench his fist as he looks to the massive figure that has defeated him.☤


I can look into the eyes of adversity itself.

I can stand upon the cracking earth beneath me to take on impossible odds.

And find a cheap way out of facing my obvious top contender who defeated me!

☤Jones runs for his life holding his championship as tightly as possible to his body as the camera fades to black. In the next scene Jones appears walking all gangsta like into a crack house, over bloating his toughness as he kicks down a door to find a bald crazy bug eyed trans cat lady dressed like a certain former EAW vixen and most important former general manage. Jones raises his world championship as if he is Ares, Cleo pulls out the symbolic Project E.G.O Lion on a Lannister like flag as if the lions are the same. ☤


TJ: Well look who it is. My most storied rival, Cleopatra.

Cleo: Tiberius!

TJ: You were my first problem when I tried to break into EAW, it was sweat to see how far you’ve fallen, but our hatred burns through the generations and won’t end yet! Ever since the defeat of your ancestor Cleopatra at the battle of Actium! Tiberius Nero was able to celebrate upon the victory chariot with his elders as they rejoiced over the defeat of Cleopatra, and though I was able to celebrate your fall it is time that I take it even further than my ancestors as I decimate the last remnants of Cleopatra myself! It’s not like I have more relevant matters to take on, or anyone who has beaten me, no some historic grudge with someone who hasn’t done anything in recent times must take precedence as I defend my championship and my namesake’s honor! For Rome!

☤Jones and the trans Cleopatra take battle stances and rush at each other. ☤


Cleopatra: YOU’LL NEVER DEFEAT ME, MONGREL!



TJ: SOME ANCIENT INSULT!

☤Jones slaps Cleopatra upside her head and “she” scrambles to the floor looking for teeth that fell out after the impact. Jones laughs but is confronted with her husband, a homeless man with a giant beard and oddly wearing nothing but wrestling trunks fashioned after a current EAW extremist. ☤


Brian Daniels: Didn’t your father teach you not to hit a lady?!

☤Jones freezes into place. ☤


TJ: What…….what did you just….say.

Brian Daniels: Something wrong with you, boy? I said, didn’t your papa teach you not to hit a lady. Someone has to be to blame for not teaching you how to be a man!

☤Jones begins to shake uncontrollably. ☤


TJ: DI….DID YO, DID YOU JUST TALK ABOUT MY DADDY?!


Brian Daniels: Whoa there, it’s not that serious.



TJ: THAT’S IT, YOU GET A TITLE SHOT! I’M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF, I’M GOING TO SKULL FUCK EACH AND EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR RAT INFESTED FAMILY YOU SICK PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT SHAT OUT BY NOTHING BUT SCUM, YOU MO—


☤People break in to restrain a crazed Tiberius Jones who is dragged out of the room kicking and screaming. ☤


TJ: I’LL FIGHT ALL OF YA! I’LL FIGHT THE METH DEALER. I’LL FIGHT YOUR GRANDMA. I’LL FIGHT THE MAIL MAN. I’LL FIGHT THE FUCKING DOG WHO BIT THE MAIL MAN! THEY’LL ALL GET CHAMPIONSHIP SHOTS BEFORE I TAKE ON MY OBVIOUS NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!



☤Jones appears on a windy rooftop looking over the horizon with a look of profound determination on his face. ☤


And now I am ready to face Tyler Parker. The idea that we both stepped into the ring with the same man, and that man had left Tyler apparently physically AND mentally unable to compete, while I was victorious, convinced me for a second that I really couldn’t hang with Tyler. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when a man crumbles before people you humble, it really has a jarring effect on you that really chills you to the bone just thinking about what kind of carnage will be unleashed upon your person. What if Tyler’s actions upon me are truly so gruesome that they shouldn’t be televised? What if the starving Tyler Parker has had twenty-two years of combines with his nine years of experience in this business into a fused form that can make me know how it feels to have fractured my perfect cheekbones like he did? The ladies just might not have looked at me the same folks! That was what I was thinking before. But channeling the man that Tyler Parker says I can’t take my rightful title from has empowered me with the force of ten thousand Vendettas!

☤Jones smiles.☤


But really now.

Calm down Tyler. You’re just another member of this circus, no need to take yourself so seriously.  We’ve got a performance to do in front of these people, no one takes their seats in a kabuki theater to hear sob stories and angst. Just look at me, I stand here as Mr.CITV and Answers World Champion, because I know how to play this game. I’m right here next to you guys, juggling the same pins, playing with the trained lesser animals like Terry Chambers and Cody Marshall, and doing all the trapeze acts that leave the crowd stunned. But that also means I can sabotage it all, lace with poison here, leave a cage door unlocked there, and even leave a slippery surprise to make you fall and snap your neck when you least expect it.  Guys like you think you own the place with firm control, you think “finesse” can keep you balanced and secured, but I’ll be there to expose as technical as you think you are, you can’t always watch your step.

☤End.☤

(OOC: pardon the roughness, posting on mobile)

Hrm, seems like I hit a switch with you, Stephie. Struck a nerve, mayhaps? Whatever it was, it's good to see that you're coming to play. I'm almost a little disappointed that you're not still treating this match like a joke, cause I was looking forward to seeing the look on your face after I get the three-count on you. Oh well, can't have it all.

Craft beer? Cold-brew coffee? I'm not sure who you have me confused with, but I ain't no dirty hipster, thankyouverymuch. I prefer the simple things in life - a Tim Hortons double-double and an ice cold Molson Canadian. Maybe a mickey of Crown Royal.

The only thing I plan to be doing on Sunday will be celebrating my win by...actually, brunch does kind of sound awesome. Thanks for the idea!

Just because I'm not screaming at the top of my lungs doesn't mean I don't have the passion to be here. I'm not the kind of person to go on some long-winded rant about how I'm the G.O.A.T. I'm a girl that steps into the ring and proves it. My ten years busting my ass on the indies all over North America certainly doesn't feel like a waste, if it meant that I ended up here in EAW, competing in front of thousands of screaming fans every week. To me, that means that everything I dreamed of doing when I was a kid is now my reality. And the only thing that would make that better would be winning the Empress of Elite tournament.


And I fully plan on it.

"So, let me ask you this. Did you see what happened to Blaise Hunter? You see how he didn’t realize that the system only works for that it chooses. I had to show him the hard way, cause once again Phoenix was not supposed to win Sunday night. I was supposed to play the role and put over Blaise Hunter. Here’s a shoot for you. The only reason I used the ropes is because I had do what was needed to make a statement. I did what I had to do to show that the revolution is happening. MY revolution. My personal revolution. I am not going to stand here idlly by, and watch the people who don’t deserve to be anywhere NEAR the top…people who don’t deserve to lace my [expletive] boots, get pushed into the stratosphere while those few of us who actually KNOW what we’re doing get tossed aside like yesterday’s news. Here’s a news flash for the front page for tomorrow. When I come to Voltage Sunday night, this Thresh coming from down south wherever. He’s gonna learn that my revolution..my uprising that I’m staging…I don’t care if I’m doing it by myself. It’s live, it’s in your face, and I can promise you that SOME people, are not going to like it."

(Camera fades in to Ahren with his head in his hands, rubbing his face in his locker room its quiet, until....)

 

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!! Another week, and another person stealing things that I’ve done, but this guy took it to a whooooole other level. Water reflection? You went to a body of water and looked down to your reflection? I JUST DID THAT WHEN I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOUR BITCH ASSSSS! If you’re going to steal something that I did to you, don’t do it the very next day, to the same person that did it to you, you complete and utter fool. I really really hope that was a failed attempt of making fun of me, because no one, absolulety no one, is that stupid. But that wasn’t it. Then! Then what you say is extremely idiotic. You think I said what I said because I’m bullying you? Jesus Christ man, you were definitely one of those kids that mommy and daddy coddled for their entire life, and always taught you how special you are. They told you how nothings wrong with their little angel, but I'll let you in on a little secret, there are things wrong with you.  Actually listening to you talk for a few minutes I'd say there's actually a whole lot wrong with you. Do you know what business you’re in? Like did you join this profession by accident? This is, professional wrestling, that’s right, our job is talking shit at each other, then fighting about it you… you.. I don’t even know if they’ve created a word in the English language that can accurately depict exactly how stupid you are, but for now I’ll just say you ignoramus. You’re stupidity has gotten me so worked up, I can’t even think straight. Sorry ladies but I’m not really feelin going all sexy, and funny tonight, i’ve got my serious face on to deal with such jackassery, next time, when I’m not up against someone who doesn’t know the difference between a wrist lock, and wrist watch … Classic wrestling joke… I got you girls! But back to Blaise, you’re sad about me “making fun of you” when all I did was state facts, the truth hurts I guess. No, I’m not “going out of my way” to make fun of you, we have a match, do you not understand the concept of what we do? We... Well I already explained it to you, but chances are it didn't get through your head, you seem like one of those special stupid people that need things repeated to them again, and again, and again.... But if you want me to go through what I said again fine. Fact, you haven’t faced anyone worth mention. Fact, you’ve lost just as much as you’ve won, and don’t deserve nearly as much credit as you’re being given. Am I jealous? No not jealous, just frustrated, and annoyed. I’m definitely seeing how bad the powers that be are at decision making. Their thought process is, lets give the guy that's 2-2 a shot at an opportunity, and have the guy that's undefeated another pointless match, that he'll definitely win! which I did, but thats beside the point. This companies thought process makes no sense, but like I've been saying for weeks all I got to do is just do me, and keep racking up these wins, and I'll break through. But back to you and your hurt feelings Blaise, maybe it wasn't the facts that got you worked up, maybe you were mad that I made fun of your name, or that you weren’t as good looking as I am. Well I mean, again just stating things that are commonly thought as, as truth, but if you don’t want me to say it again because you’re too weak minded, and fragile to take it… Well I don’t think you should be in this business first off, but so you don’t go home crying to your parents, I’ll stop, but it’s kinda my gimmick. But moving onto your utterly ludicrous thought process, what is going through your mind Blaise? Thinking that you’re worthy enough for this match, saying you “earned it”? Is beating Vic Vendetta something that makes you worthy of anything? Ok well, not the way I see it, but by your views on things I deserve to be in this match too. Looks like I’m not the only one that needs to brush up on my opponent’s history. Look beating Vic is something I’ve done! You want to make it into this big deal, when actually I don’t think it's impressive at all. That was one of your main matches that you like to hang your hat on, like relax, it was no big deal. Vic… He..He is absolutely terrible, I beat him with ease, you don’t see me bragging. Cool he was world champion, but seeing you clearly know nothing about this business, I’ll tell you, it’s a “what have you done lately” kind of place. Lately Vic Vendetta has not won a match in months, anyone could beat him. So yeah, next? You lost to…. Keelan Cetinich? A guy that had a chance to make it onto this joke of a team, and lost. You’re not even good enough to beat a back up team member, way to go. What else did you do? You beat JD Damon, who like I said earlier, is terrible regardless, he didn’t even deserve the chance to have that “special opportunity”. Does anyone even know who JD Damon is? Then just last week, YOU LOST TO PHOENIX WINTERBORNE!!!! I beat him in my debut. So lets see here, tally up your score, you’re 2-2, against guys that are pretty much jokes, much like yourself. You see how I don’t boast and gloat about what I’ve done? Because I know when to keep my mouth shut when I know it doesn’t deserve to be opened. I am hungry, starving even, sure I’m undefeated, but I know I haven’t beaten anyone worthy of me speaking their names, while you spout off at the mouth talking about how you beat Vic, and JD Damon.... Yeah all 2 of those wins you have, keep talkin bout them. How the hell did you come up with me boasting about what I’ve done? I clearly state all the time, that I haven’t done anything impressive yet, but I’m trying to, I just need the chance. Believe me I know, I haven't beat the best, clearly you’re not a very good listener, seeing that every single opponent has brought up the same thing, and not once have I ever bragged about winning. How many times did they hold you back in Kindergarten 3 or 5 times? Clearly you should go back due to your lack of listening skills. Kudos to you though for mentioning you lost to these sub-par performers. You’re right though “Blaise” I didn’t know anything about you before this week, and after today, it’s going to stay the same because you’ve done NOTHING worth mention, and unlike me, you actually take pride, and do nothing but talk about what you've done.  Oh and by the way, do you think that I’m a joke perhaps? I mean I can’t tell, you only said it about 5 times, maybe I could’ve understood it if you said it a 6th time. Stupidity runs rampant here in EAW doesn’t it? Stupidity, and unoriginality, you have both of those unfortunate characteristics. Christian Locke had me beat? Really? Then why am I still not pinned in EAW? Why have I never tapped? If he had me beat, why didn’t he win? OOOOH because Nathan came running down! Ok well maybe he shouldn't have left the ring when he "had me beat", maybe he shouldn't let little things get him so flustered. Especially when its a "teammate" coming to the ring. Let me give you a much needed lesson in wrestling scrub, it only takes 1 second for something to change, one move, and it could all be over. So you say Christian Locke had me beat after his finisher? I say I had enough left in me to kick out. Maybe I was about to get him in the small package, 1-2-3, its over. Now onto more of you lack of originilty, you look down at the water…. The way I finished what I said, and said this.“ One last thing, Ahren. This is still just the beginning of my story. You’re just another chapter that’s about to conclude, the conclusion happening when the bell rings and I stand above you with my hand raised in victory”. GET YOUR OWN GIMMICK!!!!! FOIEHFSFISHFWIJFWEIFJESLFKSLFSEIFJLEFJLf.. I SAY THINGS AND THESE PEOPLE JUST REGURGITATE IT WEEK AFTER WEEK LIKE IT'S THEIR OWN THING! This place is so frustrating with all this copyright infringement, someone do something about this! THINK OF YOUR OWN SHIT, BE ORIGINAL, I KNOW WHAT I DO IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION, BUT IT LOSES ITS OOMF WHEN YOU STEAL IT! THIS IS MY WORLD, YOU, are the background, you are a supporting cast member. I am the main protagonist to Planet Fournier, while you just roam my world, being nothing but wasted space. You’ve really gained quite the large head for accomplishing absolutely nothing, except being handed a spot. So I don’t know about how your chapter is going to end, but I do know this week, your story may come to an end, when I hit you with my Story Book Ending…. If you plan to come back and talk, pleeeaasssseeeee be original, and pleeeassssseeee don’t be a bitch, and pleeeeeaaaasseeee come up with facts that don’t make you look as weak as you really are, because I want this win to actually seem impressive.  *sigh* (Ahren rubs his temples and drops his head again)  I apologize for all the yelling this time around, the stupidity man I-I… Just can’t with this stupidity, and unoriginality….

 

(camera fades to black, no wink, no thumbs up, no smile…. He cant even right now)

Who would have thought it? Sophia Rose sitting on top of her bracket all alone!
 
Not one of you.
 
Do you all take me seriously now, ladies? Am I still nothing more than cannon fodder? Am I still no threat to the things that your heart’s desire more than anything else? Am I still no competition for that pretty little crown? Do you know what I see when I look into the eyes of every single Vixen that stand in this tournament? I see scared little girls. I see Vixen’s with the potential the break barriers, but they’re too frightened to do so. They’re too concerned to make the people around them happy, rather than making sure that they’re happy. They’ll group up and congratulate others on the accomplishments that they couldn’t achieve; they’ll take pride in the accomplishments of others, because there is nothing about themselves to be proud about. It’s why people like Tarah Nova, Cailin Dillion and Aria Jaxon will join each other at the hip. They will act like they’re everyone’s friend, when they’re nothing more than puppets with strings. Cailin Dillion loses the Specialist’s Championship; the championship that she built into what it is today, and she wasn’t given the opportunity to take it back by the people she calls her friends. Instead, she’s forced to get back in line, put a smile on her face and act like there is absolutely nothing wrong. She’s forced to watch as Stephanie Matsuda paraded around as a worthy champion, and was forced to watch as Tarah Nova was the person that ripped it out of her grasp. Cailin has gone from the Vixen that beat the Vixen’s Champion to the point that she gave up, to a side show for the “leader” of the division. Aria Jaxon had one of the better rises in this division in recent history, and had that Vixen’s Championship ripped away just a month after she had won it. She’s a woman that tries to be friends with everyone. She’ll place those around her first before herself more times than not. She was the first person by Aren’s side after he won the EAW Championship. She was there when he successfully retained that championship at the biggest show of the year! She was so proud of Tarah Nova for winning the Specialist’s Championship, but where was everyone when she was at her lowest? Nowhere to be seen! It’s all an act! All of it! The friendships and the comradery is nothing more than people in this division trying to keep others under their own thumb.
 
I’m not here to play those games.
 
It’s those kinds of reasons to why I am sitting at the top of this bracket. I don’t focus on the people that are around me. I couldn’t care less about the things that others achieve, and it’s same attitude that the truly successful people in this business have. Why do you think someone like Haruna Sakazaki has struggled for as long as she has? She tries so hard to make people care about her that she continues to stumbles and fall. But she won’t see it as a problem. She’ll continue to try to use it as motivation, and she’ll constantly continue to do the same. She’ll be in the same position this time next year, hoping and praying that she can grasp onto that crown and make a grand leap at whichever championship she wants at the time. She’ll continue to grit her teeth as she’s forced to watch people like me walk into this company and succeed effortlessly. I flew directly under the radar. I had no pressure on my shoulders. I still have NO pressure on my shoulders, and that makes me more dangerous than anyone else in this entire tournament. I have nothing to lose. I have no pride on the line. I have no expectations to meet from others. I’m setting the bar for every other Vixen to try to exceed and every single one of them are falling far below. Cameron thought that she was going to teach a rookie a valuable lesson and I proved that the “Queen” wasn’t as great as she thought she was. Nicole Fyre attempted to begin to make a name for herself, and I beat her like the mule she is. Azumi Goto attempted to prove her worth at my expense, and I proved how worthless she really is. Hatsukyo Gin? Haruna Sakazaki? Champions? Challengers? Line them up and watch all of them fall back down. I’ve been in this company for three weeks and I’ve made a greater impact than anyone thought that I possibly could. This – all of this is only the beginning. I’m not stopping until I stand at the top of the division with that crown on the top of my head, and the Vixen’s World Championship over my shoulder. You can have all the luck in the world, ladies; I’m certainly not going to need any of it.

I’ll see you on Voltage, Hatsukyo.

"You got this in the bag Steph."

I rolled over in bed, watching Eddie as he poured himself a cup a coffee. My last Showdown took its toll on me. Kendra was one tough bitch, but I still came out on top. I didn't mind the help from Maddie, especially after screwing me over the week. If Kendra can have her brass knuckles, I can have my Sanatorium. I thought about whether or not I should make an appearance at one of her matches to return the favor, but she refused.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said stretching my arms to their limits. 

I climbed out of bed, slowly making my way to the dining table. We were staying in a hotel no too far from the arena.One thing I enjoyed about my new family is that we considered every win to be a major one. The more we win the more dangerous we become in the eyes of our foes.

Eclipse is our fearless leader with Maero as his understudy. Kevin Devastation is our veteran and newest addition. Leonhart is our brute and Madison plays sort of a utility role...

And me? I'm the ace.

Six hearts bound by destruction. Why? Because we can.

Eddie walked over with a cup of coffee. Some part of me is still surprised that I have yet to snap his neck on site, but he knows this side of me better than anyone. In the early days he, Aria, and I were the troublemakers of the indy scene, frustrating competitors wherever we went. I admired his strength and he knew how to harness mine. Eclipse was worried about his presence, but I assured him that he was only around to help me train. Don't get me wrong- I wanted answers. He knew Michael had a condition and chose to shoot instead of go kayfabe. My mentor may have been one of the most stubborn men out of the ring, but Eddie should have taken it easy on him. I still hated him for what he did. But I couldn't afford to get caught up in the past at the moment.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

I turned to him. “When this tournament is over we’re going to have a talk. Depending on how it ends and what’s said, you may or may not have a broken neck.” Eddie simply nodded. I continued. “Until then we train hard.”

“If I help you win, are we-”

“We’ll never be okay Eddie. I still hate your guts. And no we will smash...again.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat at the table. “You can’t get over her can you? She played you for a fool Cloud!”

“And you killed my master so there you go.” I took a sip from the coffee he gave me. “As far as she’s concerned, I feel how I feel. Even if I hate her almost as I hate you.”

“You can’t hate everyone Cloud. Before you know it, you’ll end up alone...again.”

I stood up, walking towards the bathroom. “I was always alone Eddie. My former BFF made sure to remind me of that.”

“What will you do if you meet one of them in the tournament?”

I stayed facing forward as I removed my clothing. “I’ll destroy them. And when I win the tournament, I’ll destroy them all.” I closed the bathroom door to leave Eddie to his thoughts.


Ten years huh? I wonder how much you’ve learned over the years. But more than that I wonder how you’ll going to react when you realize those years were a waste after I dominate you in the ring. You sad excuse for a backstage groupie, your time spent doesn’t hold a candle to my talents. And know what the scary thing is Ruby? I get stronger with each fight. You don’t have the hunger Ruby. I can hear it in your voice! I can taste your fear! Maybe you thought EAW was a fun place to be where you could stretch your legs; there is no fun here. There is only pain, victory, and disappointment. Particularly, your eventual disappointment in my upcoming win. 

Be the change!? Bitch I AM THE CHANGE! I AM THE REALITY CHECK THE VIXENS DIVISION NEEDS!

(breathes heavily)

Your namaste gentrifying bullshit doesn’t work here sweets. Your ass kicking will be a blessing in disguise. By Sunday afternoon you could be back home having brunch with your friends with a bottle of craft beer! Your win over Autumn Raven only proves that I’ll have another victory waiting for me next week. At this rate, Tarah Nova will have no choice but to win. The only thing you're close to is the receiving end of a pin count. All the cold brew coffee in the world won’t help you keep up with me. Escaping from the Trap Zone will be a game of Escape the Room gone wrong- you’ll never find a way out of the maze that is Matsuda-style wrestling!

Winston Churchill once said “history is written by the victors”. While the origin may not reside with him it’s meaning is clear

Spoiler Alert:

Au revoir sweets.