There’s only so much you can do on your own in an environment like this, Diamond Cutter, before you’re forced to lean back on something that’s able to help you stand. It’s taking the opportunity to sit aside and recover after being forced to deal with pain you once thought was never possible and know wholeheartedly that the person that you’re forced to rely on can carry their own weight. Your goal in this match is no different to The Mighty Don’t Kneel’s. You wish wholeheartedly to be one half of the men that rip heads of Cerberus’ shoulders, and in the process, rips those championships out of their hands. Your history in this business isn’t something that I’ve ignored; you’ve thrived on such a smaller scale, and you’re quickly becoming accustomed to such a greater one. You have the potential to be absolutely unstoppable; you have the potential to become someone like Norman Hellion, who ran through absolutely everybody in his path as he conquered this company to stand on top of the world as the Answers World Champion. You’re a bigger threat in my eyes than a man that’s been in this company for twice the amount of time that I’ve been in this business as a whole, and yet, you’ve done the same thing at the EAW Champion has on Voltage. You’ve strapped an anchor to your ankles and you’re trying to carry him upstream. It’s stupid decisions like that which are going to keep your head under water, Diamond Cutter. In all honesty – how much faith do you actually have in the man? If we cut your legs from under you, how confident are you that Nick Angel is going to be strong enough to carry the weight that falls onto his shoulders? The man builds himself on this grand platform, believing without question that he should stand at the top of this business untouched. He places himself on a pedestal that he believes wholeheartedly that unbreakable, and that it’s the fault of those around him to why he hasn’t succeeded. It’s management’s fault that Nick Angel hasn’t won a World Championship in Elite Answers Wrestling. It’s the Board of Director’s fault that Nick Angel is still nothing more than cannon fodder in the eyes of every other person in this company. Whose shoulders is the blame going to be shifted onto, not if, but when he falls just short again? Is it going to be HRDO’s? Will it be Damien Murrow’s, or will the blame falls onto the shoulders of the man he calls a partner? It’s not going to be his fault that he’s still a subpar fucking talent; it’s going to be the fault of the man that’s trying his hardest to lift him onto the level he’s already standing on.

We both know that it’s going to happen. We both know that when things go sour, you’re the person that’s going to take the fall, and Nick’s going to leave you out to dry while he still fucking fails to find any form of success in a business that he has no fucking right to be a part of. I know you’re not going to, but take my advice; cut the anchor around your ankles and you send that man to the slaughter that he’s deserved for years. Stop yourself from being forced to taste the foulness of failure and just walk away. It doesn’t make you a coward. It doesn’t make you weak. It shows the world that you’re a smart man; a man that’s willing to place himself before others. It shows that you’re a man that’s not willing to sacrifice himself for something that doesn’t care in the slightest, because I’ll promise you that the man will cast you aside and attempt to move onto his next get rich quick scheme. I mean, Diamond Cutter – look at the man’s fucking past. Look at his time on the smaller scale with you; look at the things he has done in this company as a whole. The House of Renegades was meant to be the breakout moment of Nick Angel, Venom and Hades the Hellraiser. Those three were mean to ascend to the top of Showdown and rule the brand with an iron fist. Hades accomplished his part of the journey, walking into Pain for Pride and ripping that Answers World Championship out of the hands of Dark Demon. Venom tried his hardest to keep his head above water, but Nick? The man tucked his tail between his fucking legs and ran for the first hill he could find. Is that the kind of man that you actually want to be associated with? Is that the man that you really want to go to war with? I bring you back to my opening statement. Is that the man that’s going to be able to carry your weight when you’re no longer able to walk? Of course he isn’t, but that’s the price you’ll pay for attaching that anchor to your ankles, Diamond Cutter. As for The Mighty Don’t Kneel? I know wholeheartedly of what Jamie O’Hara can accomplish when he’s completely focused. It’s a major reason to why I’m so confident while walking into a match that could create such dire consequences. I said it last night – blood will be spilled; flesh is going to burn, and when it’s all said and done, only two men will remain standing. The NEW Tag Team Champions, TMDK. You can have all the luck in the world, DC, we certainly need none of it.

(A video package begins. The image is black as the voice over recording begins. The voice is mellow, monotone at times as the narrator goes on.)
Exhilaration.
 
Ever been really excited for something? No, I mean REALLY excited. Think back to when you were a kid. Oh, come on, you can do it. Think back… Remember that feeling you’d get in your stomach – It felt like butterflies, didn’t it? Newly dispersed butterflies fluttering in your stomach, exploring every crevice that your body had to offer. That transcended, it transmitted that feeling all over your system and resulted with a smile on your face. A smile that stretched out your cheeks to the point where premature wrinkles were left on your infant face. A smile that showed that missing tooth you were so insecure about.
 
(The narrators voice begins to get more lively.)
You saw that item that lingered your curiosity. You saw that item that exceeded your heartbeat. Let’s say it’s a present for the sake of this story. You’ve been eyeing that present since the day you saw your tiresome mother walk through your front door with a large, bulky plastic bag from the local toy store. You know what’s in there. You know that your mother sacrificed the money she saved from her shitty mediocre job in order to get you’re the top of the line toy for your god forsaken birthday. Your birthday! The day you were born, the day you came into this world to endure this painful journey we’re all supposed to take up the ass without question. Finally, you’re being approached by your mother with tears in her eyes. She has her best dress on as she confidently gives you your present. Shinning with glee and glory, the present is in your possession. It’s yours, FINALLY. You unwrap that god damn present as if you’re this animal salvaging every bit of meat that’s left on the carcass of your prey. There.
 
There.
 
It’s done.
 
You’ve done it!
 
(The voice changes drastically. Professionalism is thrown out of the window.)
Holy shit! It’s there. Finally, after months of fucking waiting and waiting you have your most prized possession in your hands! You have so much anticipation and a mixture of rage and anger flowing through your veins that you haven’t even glanced down to see your present, silly! Hmm… that’s odd. The present doesn’t look like what you were expecting. After much inspection, it’s not the shit you wanted AT ALL. It’s some sort of god damn knock off version of the thing you wanted. Remember how you had anticipation running through your veins? Take that out of the original equation and you’ve got your answer, baby!
 
Disappointment.
 
Ever been really disappointed – let down in your life? Think back to a time. Wait, have I said that before? I don’t remember, but then again there are a lot of things I tend to block from my memory. It isn’t necessarily good or bad memories, it varies. I block memories that make me feel feelings I’m not supposed to feel. I am average, I am ordinary. My everyday life should be dominated by logic and not emotion. I’ve always been an emotional wreck but SHE tells me I have to be professional. I have an entire division to carry on my back as well as having to put up a good front for the stable I just joined. Everyone stares at me – nasty stares. No one talks to me. Have I done bad? Have I disappointed someone? Some people? I don’t know, I don’t know what to say or think. I’ll just follow what she tells me, yeah, that sounds like a bright idea.
 
Lies.
 
Ever been a time in your life where you’ve realized everything you’ve been told is nothing but a lie? This sounds like dejavu, I know, but please hear me out! Think back to a time… Or, think back to a place. No, I mean, ugh, think back to PLACE, PERSON, THING! Everything sounds muffled, every bit of logic that has been dominating my airways has diminished. I guess one would expect for the emotional side of Eris to come back and be the dominant threat but that itself is jumbled. What happened? Why is everything this woman is saying affecting me to the point where I can’t function? To the point that I can’t talk without my lips trembling, without my eyes beginning to water. Why is she so significant? Can someone please rewire me, please?
 
Conclusion.
 
Well, there we go. It’s done. I’m no longer champion. I’m no longer someone significant. I’m thrown at the back of the line – no, I’ve been banished. I put myself out there for a woman who doesn’t care. A woman who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. That doesn’t sound new, though. That’s always been the reality. I’ve been too in love to realize the shit that stood in front of me. This false deity that controlled my life and led me to believe false truths. What do I do with myself now? Do I walk away and never look back? That’d make me the bigger person, right? That’d make me someone who every new Vixen should idolize. It’s the right thing to do but I have so many conflicting views. The moment I begin to feel sad, anger completely takes over. Why should I walk away? What have I done other than protect the territory that I dominated for nearly half a year? This woman, this false idol has been in this division for nearly a decade. However, one must note that it isn’t until THIS YEAR that she decided to come back to the place that made her a star. She ignored the Vixens, she ignored the fact that she was one of the first ever significant Vixens champion and she left. She pursued other, bigger things and to me, that’s not okay. This is why people from the likes of Heart Break Gal, Cameron Ella Ava, Aria Jaxon, Haruna Sakazaki are not welcomed in my book. Our division is thriving, our division is seething and oozing with talent and when I see people break off and do their own thing, it’s simply outraging! It’s pathetic. It’s gross. It’s painful.
 
And now the days have gone by. Weeks have gone by and my feelings are conflicted. But there’s one thing that’s definitive in my mind; her career must end. Her reign is mediocre and pitiful at best. She shouldn’t have my title around her waist. She shouldn’t represent the Vixens division when this is the first time in her career that she’s stood around for more than 3 months. She’s assaulted me in order to strike fear into my heart. I do not fear those who have built themselves with nothing but lies. I look down upon those who have to use intimidation techniques in order to have others nod their head in respect every time they come into a room. What you did to me, it was unforgivable. The voice inside my head continues to tell me to give you the benefit of the doubt. “Maybe it’s a misunderstanding?” “Maybe she’s just stressed and she’s taking it out on you?” Every time I want to slide things under the rug, you give me a reason not to. Dumping that hot coal on me was brutal, gruesome. But I somehow enjoyed it. The fact that you had to go out of your way to do this shows something. It shows something significant that not even the top research scientists could find. I’m getting to you.
 
You’re scared that I’m going to take that title away from you, right HBG? You’re afraid that your fourth reign is going to end in our first title defense. People may doubt my abilities and you may think you have this in the bag, but remember how I won this championship in the first place, HBG. I beat Maddie when her reign barely started and I want to continue that tradition. But let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re doing anything significant anyway. The beatdown that I gave you a few weeks prior left you so bruised up that you didn’t show your face in EAW programming for weeks. Such a coward, such a pathetic coward. You don’t deserve my title. YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING, HBG, ANYTHING! You’re ungrateful and your insatiable appetite to always be in the spotlight will only take you far. Regardless of the outcome, Dia Del Diablo will be a night we will never forget. It will change our lives forever. I will either end you or you’ll end me. There is no meeting in the middle, there is nothing in between. It’s either one extreme or the other, and god damn it HBG I’m not ready for this to be over. I’m not ready to be ended by the woman who poisoned my life for six months. I want my retribution, HBG. I need my retribution. However, If you were to ask the Eris from a few months back whether she’d be willing to have your name branded on me, she would’ve been ecstatic! This time around, not so much. Unless you have your name branded on my ass, that’s the only place I would deem acceptable to have it placed.
 

I refuse to be constantly let down by those around me. I’ll take fate into my own hands and manipulate it into the destiny I deserve. I will not be let down; I will not be fed lies. I’ll finally get out of this pitiful hell hole and live in the glory once again.

DIA DEL DIABLO PROMO I

"Highway to Hell"

---The scene opens inside Mexico City arena completely empty and the set and ringside area is all ready to go and Terry Chambers walks out from behind the curtain in his street attire and he stands at the top of the stage soaking it in for a minute then notices the camera beside him then begins to speak into the camera---

Terry Chambers: Wow, just wow. It sure is a nice sight...I mean yeah sure I compete inside of a packed arena every single night but something about this just feels kind of different. You see, as everybody should know..I haven't been quite relevant in quite some time now and the last time I was in a match on a FPV was back in 2014 when I was the dominant rising star and now......well some shit has changed since then. I had a tussle with management which drove me out of here then i went on to make a couple of films then called and wanted me back so I came back here and I had to start from the fucking bottom all over again like I did in my first run and before I was about to take off in 2014 I had a big match that catapulted me and that was my victory at Pain for Pride....and here we are yet again....a match that is going to catapult my career and it is a match that I just CANNOT lose......I mean...just look at my competition in this match!

---Terry Chambers begins walking very slowly down the ramp as he continues speaking---

Terry Chambers: Over the past month or so me and these four other guys have bumped heads a lot and some of them deserve to be in this match....and some don't! A couple of them also are trying to get on my last nerve and that for sure is not the smartest thing to do not only for the sake of your career but your LIFE! Let's start off with Nobi shall we? I mean what else is there to say about this kid? He is just another one of those company guys who will do whatever he is told whenever they want and do it with a huge smile on his face and that is where that is a problem! Nobi is just way to nice of a guy to not only be in this match, but be here at all! I mean if I recall I was watching a few of his matches when he first arrives and when he was locking up with his opponent I kept on seeing him smile and Nobi guess what......do you know what being nice and happy gets you in this industry? Absolutely jackshit thats what! Have you heard of the old saying nice guys finish last Nobi? Well in your case that is true for you in this match and life itself! Over the past few months, me and Nobi keep on colliding and you can easily guess what happens each and every single damn time......I beat him down and left him laying at my feet as I stood above him and I damn nearly ended his career at one point and the thing is I was only half focused because it doesn't take ability, skill, or concentration to beat Nobi, I mean hell, a two year old toddler could beat Nobi blindfolded with both hands behind his back! Nobi, personally, I can't wait until you go through that table and I can smell not only the burning wood, your flesh burning, and your career slowly burning away! Kevin Hunter, me and you have a few things in common, we both have that personality where you just don't give a fuck about nobody and you only care about yourself and going out there and getting a win and I can respect that about you, I really can but Kevin my friend, you are in the wrong place, the wrong time, with the wrong guy so I suggest to not get on my bad side this Saturday night. I guess I could say I respect you for your in ring ability and you know what I do actually but Kevin, read my lips when I say.....You are not better than me! I mean Kevin, you are good, but you aren't GODLY like the Barbaric Carnivore!

---Terry Chambers slowly begins walking circles around the ring as he continues to speak---

Terry Chambers: Kurt Burton.....Kurt Burton...... Kurt Burton.......May I ask what the hell is going on up in your head? Kurt, you think your hot shit aren't you? You come in here and get a few gimme victories, get a main spot on a card, hit me with a led pipe and you just think you are owed something you think you belong here? Hey buddy, NEWSFLASH......You are greener than baby shit! I keep on trying to tell you over and over to stop thinking you are some sort of wrestler! I mean sometimes when I try to get something through that tic tac brain of yours it feels like the lights are on but nobody is home! I mean you are just like Nobi, you both are horrible in the ring, and you are the company guys who will do what he is told when he is told with a smile on his face, and you both just never listen.....my advice goes right through one ear and out through another and the more you keep ignoring the more danger you fall into and I guess I can say it is too late now because your ass is going to get burned come Saturday night! And in case my memory forgets......didn't you lose to Nobi in that triple threat match last week on Showdown? That is what I thought and that's quite embarrassing for you pal. Kurt, you think you are getting under my skin since that debate? Little buddy I have dealt with many, many, many of boys like you all across the independent circuit who think everything should be handed to them on a silver platter and think they should have an elevator ride to the top of the wrestling world so I stepped in saying it doesn't work that way so they throw a couple of cheap insults and jokes my way so when it was our turn to step into the squared circle I looked over across the ring and saw piss running down their leg and when the bell rang I showed them why I own the wrestling business! And the situation with you Kurt looks to be exactly identical and honestly 95% of those cocky fucks never showed up for work again! Kurt, it makes me sick to my stomach you are in spot on the card like this.....competing at Dia Del Diablo for a shot at the National Elite Championship...god it makes me wanna throw up and this Saturday I will be sure to make sure I walk away the #1 contender and also to make sure you never make it this high AGAIN! So enjoy this week while you can of all the publicity!Now we move on to the last one....Rex! I know exactly what Rex is going to say when he is asked about this match and I guarantee you he will be saying " I guess Terry didn't change at all" or "That was easy" and I am not going to make excuses, Rex you beat me, congrats, but don't forget I said you were a talented individual. Rex can go ahead and keep celebrating that one irrelevant win at a very irrelevant time because it is the only thing he is going to cherish! Sure you got the win on Showdown, but the real winner here is me because I am walking away the #1 contender! By the way Rex, yes I did teach myself everything in this business and why does that expose me like you previously said before? You said before you never would have wanted to face me if you were around back in 2014 because I was a dominant force and I was that dominant force because I trained myself....I don't get your point there.....But you sound like you want to see the NEO version of Terry Chambers......well Rex you will see him soon enough....I PROMISE!

---Terry Chambers walks into the ring and sits right in the center of the ring resting his forehead on his knees then lifts his head up and begins speaking out loud---

Terry Chambers: Many people have said to me that I don't belong here anymore.....you had your shot and you blew it and you know what.......Those people and their families can go burn in hell because what the hell do they know about this business? And ever since I came back I have had every single one of my opponents point out I am a shell of a man and that was proven right at Grand Rampage when my infamous incident of being eliminated in 2 seconds happened and I was disgusted with myself so I told myself to wake up and at Pain for Pride....that 24/7 contract was within my grasp and it just slipped away from me...but I did leave a statement that I am back! This Saturday, right here in this ring......I put all of the talk about me to bed as I enjoy the smell of burning flesh and walk away as #1 Contender for the National Elite Championship! And Pizza Boy......instead of focusing on Nico, maybe you should watch my tapes and study up on me because I am the real competition here, and having Nico as an opponent is like having the night off! If Nico somehow pulls it off, it will be an easier night for me won't it? Whichever one of you it is I say to both of you.....I'M COMING!

---The camera zooms in on Terry Chambers---

Terry Chambers: MY OPPORTUNITY.......MY CHANCE.......MY DESTINY!

---The scene fades to black as it zooms away from Terry sitting in the middle of the Dia Del Diablo ring---

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The time has come, the time has arrived, after gaining a momentum, after gaining an advantage, I’m ready for the Flaming Elimination Tables Match, I’m ready for Dia Del Diablo, and I’m ready to be the no. 1 contender for the National Elite Championship Belt.

Truth to be told, this match isn’t my special dish, this match isn’t really a cup of my tea. But you know what? I’m a professional wrestler. Whether I compete in a Pure Wrestling Match or a Hardcore Match, I have to put my best performances, I have to unleash everything I have in my arsenal, and I have to put my heart and my soul in every single match I’m in. Therefore, this Flaming Elimination Tables Match shouldn’t be any different, and I’m ready to win this match in order to be the next no. 1 contender for National Elite Championship Belt.

I admit though, this kind of match is going to shortened our careers. No matter who we are, no matter what we do, no matter what morals we are believing for, this Flaming Elimination Tables Match is a dangerous match. When your skin hits those Flaming Tables, it could be over. Anybody who has brain should know how dangerous this match really is.

Why am I ready though? It’s because I have NO plan to be thrown into those burning table. In fact, I have a plan to be the last man standing in that ring. I have a plan to be a success here. You all already know how tough and how rough I can be, it’s very possible for me to win this match. I’m not going to let any of you steal this opportunity from me.

Now, let’s address all the participants shall we? Let’s start with Terry Chambers first.

Hello Terry, hello my darkness old friend. I have a newsflash for you. You are an empty soul. Not only that, you are also a broken soul. You are a broken and empty soul. I’m saying this with a reason, I’m saying this with a fact, and I’m saying this with a truth. You are the only one who have ZERO win going for this match. You don’t have any momentum and advantage in your hands Terry. You have really fallen to a bottom of the food chain. You know why? It’s because you are too arrogant and too stupid. I remember you saying you don’t need a trainer a week ago, but in reality you really need it. You need someone to guide you into the light. You can’t do it all alone Terry, I’m really aware of that. Remember that New York Style a few months ago? Yes, you and Beretta beat me and Lucas Johnson...in a cheap, disgusting way. Before and after that New York Style fight, I had Lucas trained me. I’m really aware fist aren’t good enough to make it into the success. Therefore, I let someone who is even like 5 or 6 years younger than me took me under his wings because I knew that time Lucas was better than me. Slowly but surely, I became better than Lucas, and I dare to say I’m better than you now and I will always be better than you, leaving you in a flaming table alone. So before it’s too late, you need to train harder and you definitely need someone professional to teach you what this business is all about. Just think about it....dummy.

Kevin Hunter, how are you “brother”? Do you still feel hurt after I hit you with my Tower of Indonesia? Good, because it’s just the only beggining for you. The worst isn’t yet to come. Now I know, this kind of match, is your cup of tea isn’t it? Maybe you are feeling so cocky and so arrogant right know, but that arrogance, that cockiness, can be your downfall. That cockiness is going to lead you to your failure. That arrogance can lead you to those flaming tables, burning your own skin the proccess. I hope you take this advice really seriously, because if you don’t, you are going to get really burned, “brother”.

Kurt Burton, how does it feel to be stopped? Oh I forgot, I didn’t stop you, I knock you out. That’s much better isn’t it? How does it feel to be knock out by a “loser”? Kurt, I hope you don’t get too upset because truthfully, I’m going to capitalize the momentum I have earned from both you and Kevin for this Flaming Elimination Tables Match. I’m going to use every single advantage I have in my hands to win this match. I’m going to use these bare hands to punch your ugly face again and throwing you into those Burning table. Do you know why Kurt? Because you are tough, you are a worthy opponent, you are too hard to ignore. I guess the feeling is mutual now isn’t it? You can’t deny the fact that I was the better man than both you and Kev last week, and I’m going to show you I’m better than all of dummies in this match by becoming the last man standing in this Flaming Elimination Table match.

Rex McAllister, a man who loves the sounds of his own voice. By the time I’m done with you though Rex, I won’t be able to hear your high-pitched, whiny voice again after you got thrown into that Burning Table. Rex, you had your chance at that Battle Royal Match 3 weeks ago, you only had Nico Borg as your last obstacle. You only had one guy, ONE GUY, in front of you and guess what? You just blew it off. I admit though, you were the one who eliminated me, but you only took the advantage of it. You didn’t put any effort to eliminate me. It’s because you are lazy, it’s because you really lack the passionate to be the best. You don’t have the “heart” and the “soul” inside you. You are just simply pathetic, just take a look at your match againts Terry last week. You won, but you were really pathetic. I wasn’t surpised though since Terry is a bigger dummier than you are. In all honesty though, you had countless chances to be a success, but you just blew it off because it’s what you really are: a big waste space of professional wrestling. Your chances are over, now you better watch and learn someone who really have the “heart” and the “soul” winning this match: ME.

I’m 100% ready for this match, I’m prepared for the consuquences, I’m ready to raise some hell with those Flaming Tables. The questions is: are you all ready? No, you are not. I will be the next no. 1 contender for National Elite Championship....and I will be the next National Elite Champion. Doesn’t matter who I have to beat. Be it Pizza Boy or Nico Borg. They can’t stop my will, just like you all can’t.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The worse feeling is to have been to the garden of Eden and tasted her fruits than to have never tasted her fruit at all. I've had a taste of being the champion, and it is a taste that has me crazed. Fixated on becoming the World Heavyweight Champion. What a road it has been to get to this match, my destiny, my culmination of all the obscurity everyone tries to throw at me, the culmination of every wrestler, staff worker, commentator, or fans opinion of me doesn't matter. Bust? You can say that. Failure? Join my parents in that aspect, stupid? Probably. Maybe I am just a little bit fucking stupid in response to a man who was my tag team partner. Because he's never had to work for a damn thing in this business and he doesn't know what it's like to have shit thrown at you and you have to clean it up. So Stupid? Yeah I'm fucking stupid for the road I've chosen but I'm more of a champion than anyone in this company could ever be because I have fought adversity and I've won. I've clawed my way to the top and no matter how many times I've been kicked off the mountain I rise hell bent on not getting my ass kicked off the top anymore. The fact that Lucian Black is the World Heavyweight Champion is the reason I can't sleep at night, I can't sleep knowing that he walks around with this new kind of swagger, this new kind of extra pep in his step ever since he had the championship. I can't sleep knowing he thinks just because he's getting that world champion salary that shit is sweet with me, like I'm just this old relic from the past to make his title reign interesting because my marquee name is enough to make his title reign FEEL special, You want me to just lay down? Roll over and die right? I say to hell with that. I've made a living pissing off parents, teachers, coaches, and even my “peers” in the locker room who have created the glass ceiling I've always been punching and it's levels on top of levels of the shit I have to deal with. Ironically enough I realize that everyone doesn't see how Lucian Black can lose after his performance against Scott Oasis at Pain for Pride, In that scenario the man who now is carrying that title was the hunter. He was HUNGRY! He is not the hunted. I've always been a predator, I told Lucian, I told the entire world that if I have a chance to break his neck I'll do it. I told the entire world if I had a chance to end his fucking career if it meant Diamond Cage became the World Heavyweight Champion. I wouldn't shed a tear, I wouldn't cry. I enter every match willing to die in that ring but I'll die trying if I don't walk out of Houston with the World Championship. There is more to fighting in this kind of match where the stakes are this high than just training in the gym and looking like some juiced up Conan the Barbarian wannabe, there is more than playing a tough guy on Dynasty. The intensity is higher, the fans are louder. In response to the words of the “god” of this place, “the best ever” all the hoopla, I say fuck you. You sicken me, you disgust me, you think you know me? You don't know a damn thing about me and you are a piece of fucking shit. The entitlement around this “new era” this sissified era is centered by you because you've always been a backstabbing, spotlight stealing has-been. Your name is the reason you've attained success and maybe you did build that name but you have blood on your hands the same way I have blood on my hands and I'll continue to have blood on my hands because Mr. DEDEDE you are the biggest fucking scumbag I've ever encountered and I'll forever wish death upon you. You turned on me maybe because I wasn't a fucking idiot, but because I wasn't that much of a selfish bitch to rape and take from this company and consider myself god. NO! YEAH I FUCKED UP, I FUCKED UP A LOT OKAY? I GET IT EAW! I GET IT!

 I'm coming at you because you are a former World Heavyweight Champion. Proving my point that championship is held by fucking scumbags, that title has blood on it as well. And from one scum bag in you to another in me I'll spit in your face once again and hold that World Heavyweight Championship proud and everything you have to say about me, everything that you feel you know about Diamond Cage will be complete utter irrelevant. Yeah I'll still be stupid to you, a drooling sack of shit, with a whore wife, and children that you turned on, BUT I'LL BE ALL OF THAT AND THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! The entitlement in EAW being directed towards me??!!? ME FEELING PISSED OFF BECAUSE I FEEL I DESERVE TO FIGHT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP? No that isn't entitlement ladies and gentleman, that is me letting you know I'm not taking a backseat and if anyone had a problem with it I'd fight them and I'd beat them to prove to them and prove to the entire world that it isn't a game when I tell you the only way anyone will prove me wrong is if they behead me DEAD center in the middle of the ring! I'll fight anyone, I'll fight them anywhere, parking lot, bathroom, your grandmothers house. I don't care. I live by the code of kill or be killed and I'm not ready to meet the afterlife yet. I'm ready to step into the ring with Dynasty's little golden boy, Dynasty's love child Lucian Black. I'm going to kill any thought of Lucian Black being the top man on Dynasty, I'm going to kill any thought of Diamond Cage being below Lucian Black and I'm going to ESPECIALLY kill any thought of Sebastian praising and jerking off his little placeholder champion after he vanquishes the evil Diamond Cage. I'm the most dangerous man in the world for a reason, It's not because of me having a history of leaving buckets of blood, flesh, and broken bones all over this world, it isn't because of what I've done to other men literally tearing flesh and scarring lives. It's because I thrive most when the world throws it's shit at me to dodge, I thrive most when the world writes me off and slaps the stamp of underdog on my forehead. You can dare to dream about a perfect world where Lucian Black is still the world champion but I promise you we don't live in a perfect world, that's in dreamland. And Lucian when you are in dream land after I drop you on your fucking head, and your looking up at the lights. You'll be rendered helpless, a former shell of yourself. You'll be a stray dog, no one will notice you and then finally someone will have the decency to put you out of your fucking misery. I am your personal woe, this company has taken everything from me. And now I see someone who I can take everything from. I am what I hate, but what I am very well becoming is the World Heavyweight Champion. Whatever it takes, I'm willing to go the extra mile with you. I'm willing to have a clash this world will never forget, because I'll never forget it Lucian and neither will you. I'm TAKING that championship away from you by force and I'll pry it from your cold body if that's how far I have to go. FEARDIAMOND.

JJ you simple… Idiotic man a win over me just wasn’t enough for you was it?  Of course not you had to do everything in your power to try to make sure I can’t make it to Mexico City next week.  Blindsiding me on Showdown was very manly of you JJ it just showed the reason you are New Breed Champion.  The world needs a low life piece of shit who can only pick up wins with low blows or keep me down with blindsided attacks.   Oh, JJ just in case those slow ass brain couldn’t pick up what I was putting down I was being as sarcastic as I probably can.  See a couple of months ago when facing Mexican Samurai I had the goal of making the Interwire championship great again.   Did I achieve that goal?  However I will achieve this one.   I have to achieve the goal this time.  You ruin the reputation of EAW every time you walk out with that title.  You ruin the reputation of the New Breed title as a whole.   It is up me Chris Elite to take that championship and make it great again.   It is up to me to bring more prestige to the title and have it stop being lowered by some low life scum of the earth like yourself.  You’re probably wondering to yourself how I can be so confident after the loss I took this week.  Honestly how can you even be proud of yourself after the way you “Earned” the victory?  Oh that’s right, silly me.   OMERTA can be proud in any win as long as they get it right? Whether it’s by count out or some cowardly way.   This isn’t me complaining or making up excuses it’s me being honest and telling the truth JJ.  You got the win JJ no taking it back from you however I hope you know that’s the only victory you’re getting over me this month and any other month.   Just know there’s no getting lucky this time around.  You are losing that title.  You will no longer have a championship, you will no longer be introduced as champion.  You won’t get lucky like you did at Pain for Pride.  And I’m not some chump opponent you’re used to defending against.

Which brings me to this.  The other day I believe you said I was just a warm up to the next big challenger.  When you couldn’t be anymore wrong.   Those other guys before me.   They were the warm up and I was the storm that was brewing over your championship reign this whole time.   Next Saturday is the end to the storm and only one man can walk out of it alive, and when I look in the mirror I see that person who is going to walk out of this storm alive.   You claim to make the most money for this company and I just ask how that JJ is?  What do you possibly do to make EAW money?  Please elaborate on that how does someone like you make this company so much money?  You probably don’t have a real reason do you JJ? It’s just random words coming out of your mouth to make you seem like more of a man.   To make you seem more entertaining.  Which I know you’ve heard this a couple of times the past couple of weeks that just isn’t possible JJ.   You think I care about being on shows like Jimmy Kimmel?  Or being interviewed by some idiot who knows nothing about wrestling on ESPN?  Maybe the old Chris Elite did, not this one though.  This Chris Elite only wants one thing and one thing only.   That championship you have.   See I’ve been saying for months now you people were going to see a more serious Chris Elite.  You were going to see a changed man who wasn’t worried about doing the flashiest moves in the ring.  A man who wasn’t worried about riding on-top of a Lion while DJ Khaled recording it on snapchat.   However I will admit just like when JJ speaks I was just saying it just to say it.   Not because it was true or had any meaning to it just like JJ I said it because I thought it’d be cool.  However after that loss I suffered on Turbo and that blindsided beating I took on Showdown.   You woke a beast that hasn’t been woken up in quite some time.  A beast that I’ve kept sleeping in me for a while now because I know what he could do to the others.    JJ you might not be scared now.  Hell you’re probably even laughing at me for saying these things right now you probably have nothing to be scared of.  For all you know,  I can just be speaking out of my ass like you usually do.  However at the end of Dia Del Diablo you will not be laughing.  You won’t be smiling.  You’ll be like a dead corpse in the middle of that ring with no title next to you.   Then you’ll wish you did believe me.  You’ll wish you weren’t laughing.   Let’s just pray all this money you make for EAW and yourself is enough to pay for the hospital bills. 
 
You and Eclipse let me be the highest looked person in Iconomy?  Does that even make sense to you JJ?  It’s like you don’t even think before you speak sometimes.   I was the highest looked person in Iconomy because it wasn’t that hard to do so.   Especially with guys like you and Eclipse in the group.   See in these groups or whatever it shouldn’t be so easy for a fan or someone to name the best person in the group.  It should be a long and thoughtful answer.  However you ask the best person in Iconomy and right off the bat my name is what’s said.  Hell even Cailin’s name is said before you or Eclipse.   So let’s cut the bullshit out for a second okay JJ?   By the way that seems to be like the thing for every little group you’re in.   I ask who’s the best person in OMERTA the answer is going to be Zack Crash no if’s or but’s about it.   However when you think of groups like Formation or hell even HEXA-GUN and you ask fan’s who’s the best in that group.  They take a while to think about it.  The answer isn’t so easy then.  Like I said though when you’re in a group with yourself and Eclipse it isn’t very difficult to be the person looked at as the best.    So to be honest I don’t even know why I used that as something to have over you in the first place because it really isn’t something I should be proud of.   You know something else I do have over you though JJ?  Relevance.  See without that title you are a nobody.  You are like another regular Elitist here.   Me on the other hand?  The fans talk about me regardless.  I don’t need a title for people to consider me to be a top 5 elitist on Showdown or top 10 Elitist in EAW as a whole.   You on the other hand don’t even make those lists with the title.   It’s a damn shame isn’t it?  That title just gives me even more of a reason to be on that list though.   It just gives the fan’s more of a reason to love me and not only is that because I finally won a championship.   It’s because I took the championship off of you and the second that referees hand slaps the mat for the three count.  I have already accomplished my mission of making the New Breed Championship great again.  Saturday it isn’t about the flashy moves I might end up doing.  It isn’t about stealing the show.  Just simply taking that title off of you and ending this thing between me and you once and for all.
 
See just last year we were going to war side by side.  Now were going to war with each other.  We’ve had long and exhausting battles on the same side.  However this time we will have a long and exhausting battle on different sides.   Crazy how much things can change right?  However only one thing remains the same and that’s you losing the battle just like you would have done a year ago.  I guess that’s one thing that hasn’t changed.   
 
That’s cool JJ.
 
Trying to use my theme against me?
  
If maybe I knew yours I’d do the same. 
 
However since I don’t and probably never will.  Let’s move forward with another point I made not too long ago that you just keep on proving.   The point of you being afraid of me.  See when I said this what was it?  Tuesday?  You told me not to flatter myself.  However how can I not flatter myself when you go ahead and do things like what you did on Showdown?  That blindsided attack that I keep bringing up just proves what I said is right.   If you weren’t afraid you would have left me alone on Showdown.  You would of let me say what I had to say but you didn’t…  You blindsided me and left me a bloody mess trying to make sure I couldn’t even make it to the ring.   However your plan failed I’m going to be there Saturday in Mexico City and I’m going to return the favor.   I’m going to leave you a bloody mess.  The only difference is after I do that.  I’ll complete my goal because after I do that I promise.  That title is around my waist.   You can compare yourself to anyone you want.  That doesn’t bother me and that won’t help you keep that championship.  It’s just you boosting your ego because you know you need all the boosting you can probably get this time around.   You need to keep telling yourself you’ll beat me and end me on Saturday.   You need to keep telling the world I have nothing on you because the minute you think otherwise.  The minute you get into that funk is the same minute you’ll snap back into reality and realize that your reign of terror or whatever you’d like to call this is really over.    JJ I don’t know what you’ll be able to pick up after Dia Del Diablo other than your teeth off the ground.  I will tell you this though keep that title close.  Do everything you possibly have to do with that title before you lose it Saturday and most importantly don’t forget to shine it up for me…  Shine it up for me and say you’re final goodbyes because I promise it’s going to be mine when it’s all said in done.  Scott can’t help you keep the title from me, Zack can’t help you keep the title from me hell.   Not even the guy who’s quote you stole Charles Manson can keep me from taking that title from you.  You’ve had your time and it’s over now.  It’s time for a champion EAW can be proud of a champion that can make EAW proud.   A champion you never were a never could get a chance to be.   I walk into Mexico with nothing and I walk out with absolutely everything.    I walk out not only with the championship but I walk out proving to the world that I am and always have been better than you.  Something that everyone else but you have failed to realize.  That’s why in front of Mexico and billions of other members of the EAW Universe sitting at home I’m going to win my first championship at your expense and whatever arguments people have about who’s better between the two of us has a very clear answer.    An answer that should have been clear the moment that question is out of someone’s mouth.   A question where the only one who argues the answer is no one but you.   After Saturday though you won’t have to argue at all.  Expect you're spot in OMERTA.

DIA DEL DIABLO PROMO #1

"Fire cannot kill a dragon."

- Daenerys Targaryen

[A thick heavy smoke clouds the vision of the scene we open up to for a moment, then quickly clears to reveal Zack Crash standing amidst the smoke.  He is dressed in his finest Aarmani suit, a lit cigarette held casually in one hand.  As the smoke becomes clearer, Zack is surrounded by all manner of fire symbolism.  Torches, candles, a pit of hot coals, all of which are burning, creating a heat that makes him sweat.]


Zack Crash: Trial by fire!


It's a common phrase we hear all the time, but do we really know what it means?  Often times we think it is about overcoming any kind of struggle, but I believe the cliche is more exclusive than that.  I believe the saying is about trials of pain, trials of suffering, true tests of mental character and physical fortitude.  Because any idiot with more hearts than brains can overcome a challenge here or there.  But it takes true grit, true guts, and true ability to overcome such a trial.

[Zack takes a long drag of his cigarette before blowing out a perfect circle of smoke.  Then, very calmly...he puts the cigarette out on the back of his hand!  His face tightens slightly at the searing pain, but now words or sounds escape his lips.]

I have survived such a trial!  My entire career has been nothing BUT a trial by fire!  But I'm not here to complain about that, because fire is both an element of destruction, but also creation.  It is used to forge common metals and earth into extraordinary things!  It is a symbol of power!  It was man's first discovery that ultimately led him to evolve to the dominant species he is today!  It is the element the most feared creatures in mythology breath!  And in the Christian faith, fire is used to punish the damned and the wicked!  So I look at my trial by fire as something that has made me stronger!  The fire of my struggles have forged me from a simple metal into a great sword, used to cut down my enemies!  I have endured the burning jealous of men like Jacob Senn, who told me I didn't deserve my spot.  I've had to deal with the white hot ego of men like Mr. DEDEDE who told me they were better than me.  And I've had to tolerate the whimpering spark of people like you Matt Ryder, who thought they could take me down.  Yet despite all of this...I STILL REMAIN!!!  I have proven the jealous haters wrong, I have achieved success equal to ANY legend, and I have taken on all challengers to my power...and survived!  


Fire has become MY element!  Fire is the element of OMERTA!   

[Zack walks over to a small side-table where an elegant candelabra, all three of its candles burning brightly.  Zack takes his palm and hovers it over each flame, letting it linger on his skin far longer than most men would, before finally using his whole hand to snuff out the middle candle.]   

But fire is not a kind element.  Fire is a dangerous weapon that, if left out of control, will consume and burn everything around it.  

[Zack removes from his inner suit pocket a signed photograph of Matt Ryder.  He holds a corner of the photo up to one of the remaining candles and leaves it there until a small flame has caught it.  Soon the picture is nothing but a giant ball of red, orange, and yellow, and Zack drops the burning memento to the ground where he stomps it into ash.]

Right now Matt you have a passion in you that is much like the fire you see around me now.  You think you can control it, but you can't!  You think your passion for victory and your anger toward me are your weapons, when in fact they are mine!  The more you stoke it, the more likely you are to burn yourself alive!  Which is exactly why I've done all the things I've done to you.  Don't you get it yet Matty?!  I manipulated you from the very beginning!  And like a good little puppet, you danced to every pull I made on your strings.  I gave you your pathetic wrestling job back, not only to show everyone how powerful OMERTA is, but I attacked you knowing you'd retaliate, and then you'd become an example of what will happen if you challenge OMERTA's authority or power!  And what a perfect example you are, because you represent everything that is wrong with EAW today!  .First of all, you didn't used to have anything bad to say about me or my tactics, but as soon as you become a victim of them, your song changes.  Too often are people's pushes or chances for opportunity in EAW based solely on emotional, flip-flop responses.  But that's not even my main issue.  My main issue is that you're a representation of EAW's complicity with mediocrity.  In the weeks leading up to this match I called you a failure, but now I see I was false in that statement.  You can't be a failure because even failures sometimes achieve spectacular things.  A failure can even help define what is considered success by comparison.  But you...you're average!  You're diet flavored!  You're so uninspiring that the failures of EAW are more memorable than you!  You haven't done anything to leave any sort of impact on EAW or wrestling as a whole, and that's really what your beef with me is about.  

[Zack turns and walks over the the hot coal pit, where he proceeds to remove his expensive shoes, socks, and hike up his pant legs.]

I've noticed there are two different types of wrestlers who "retire" from wrestling.  There are the ones who mean it and walk away entirely from the business.  And then there are those who simply transition from one job to another; maybe a general manager, a manager, or in the most disgusting, obvious, saddest cases...a color commentator!  Why is that?  What separates these two groups Matty?  It's really very simple.  The former group is able to walk away permanently because they no longer have anything to prove.  Whereas men like you Matt never had the glorious career you wanted, so you stay on in some other capacity, in some vain attempt to remind the fans you existed; that you somehow mattered and still do.  You do it because you still got something to prove to the fans, and more importantly to yourself!  All this is your last chance at redemption, at glory, at immortality!  Rookies who come into this place hear names like CM Banks, Extreme Enigma, Hurricane Hawk, even though those men have already left.  Hell they even hear the names of our greatest disappointments like Chris Hessian, Vance Tybull, or even your butt buddy Chris Elite.  Who are you compared to them though?  Just a lame commentator with his not funny/interesting "bro" schtick.  Nobody remembers you, and nobody ever will once I'm finished with your ass!  You'll burn in the inferno of my greatness, and your ashes will remain buried in mediocrity and anonymity forever!  I walk into this match calmer than I've ever been, because I don't see you as a threat Matt.  I don't even see you as a distraction.  I see you as a circus act; a man breathing a little fire to wow the crowd, thinking it makes you a dragon.  But I'm the real dragon here, and as a great queen once said...fire cannot kill a dragon!  You're inferior to me in EVERY sense of the word.  You're like a flea trying to yell at a lion!  But I fight you now, not to prove I'm better than you, or to prove any point really.  I do it simply because I want to!  Because I'm going to enjoy roasting you like a rotisserie chicken!  Because I'm a sick, sick man and I enjoy breaking the spirit of men like you!  And as we get closer and closer, I wonder just how flammable is that ridiculous hair gel you use?   


You're playing with serious fire now Matty.  And if you're not careful...you'll get burned! 

[Finally ready, Zack takes a deep breath to prepare himself, then slowly...walks out onto the hot coals in his bare feet!  We can hear the slight sizzling noise of his foot skin searing, and Zack's tight expression betrays the pain his is in.  But he does not whimper or relent.  He continues to slowly march forward until he reaches the middle of the pit, where he stands resolute.  Then he places his hand over his heart and proclaims in fiery passion...] 

IN OMERTA WE TRUST!!!

[Fade to black.] 

Dia Del Diablos Promo 1

The camera opens Pizza Boy clad in a paper apron, as he rolls dough on a counter, thus living up to his namesake.  He gently pats the dough, skillfully flips it off of the counter with the tips of his fingers, spinning it in mid-air like a coin, before letting it free fall back down onto the counter.

"The doc says it'll help me refine and test motor function if I do some menial labor.  It's funny, because I kind of missed it.  Besides, this is what you want to see anyway isn't it Nico? Me back in my place? Fulfilling some banal civil servant duty with a paycheck so small that it dictates the range of my voice within the constraints of societal standings? Maybe I'm overthinking it.  Maybe my brain is on autopilot now that I'm back here in the kitchen, feeling the dough under my fingernails.  Sadly,it's also what EAW wants.  They want me to be 'The Pizza Boy' forever, never to grow into a 'Pizza Man'.  They want me to be unaffected by my surroundings, my plight, my lot in life as I keep digging these doughy fingers into the next rung of the corporate ladder.  They want to knock me back down to the masses because they think it'll make me a joke again.  They think that the people wont listen to someone on their level if they've been to the mountaintop, only to crash back down below into the foothills.  But the fact of the matter is that I've been down here all along, toiling, fighting, and scrounging for my next meal like every Dick and Jane in the world.  That's why you and I are in this match together.  It has nothing to do with..."

PB darts his eyes around the kitchen, before lifting his paper apron, revealing his EAW National Championship beneath.  He holds a finger up to his lips as he flashes the belt, and then lets his robe fall back into place.  He resumes work with a tense expression, like a kid trying to hide a note in Chemistry class.

"...no, it has nothing to do with 'that'.  It has everything to do with you being my antithesis though.  You, the dark mirror of my faith being reflected back at me in a contorted fun house mirror reflection.  They know you're a fool and they want people to see me as a fool again by somehow having a bigger fool shove my words, my faith, my destiny down my throat before casting me into a literal interpretation of the proverbial lake of fire.  It's been this way for awhile now, Nico.  You're not the first errand boy of the powers that be.  Call me paranoid, but it's hard to not see the pattern that came before and after Omerta stuck their nose in my business.  You were a part of that initial pattern, Nico.  You were one of the first bold indictments against me.  You, the relative newcomer, coming in just as my faith had rebounded from a massive fall from grace, bringing in your tonics and snake oils, songs and dances, passion plays in the name of some Cthulu esque Lovecraftian god that only you can see and hear.  People were quick to compare it to my beliefs, but what you have isn't a belief; it's an illness that plagues your mind and tortures your own humanity.  Belief is knowing without hearing, seeing, or touching.  Belief is faith in something higher than you that has no corporeal form.  It's the faith in something bigger and better than what is, and considering I'm about to be thrown into a ring of fire, it's becoming more and more certain to me that there has to be something better after the ash finally falls."

PB expertly spreads toppings over the dough.  Cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni, the works.  He then expertly slides a pizza peel beneath the resting dough.  Almost in a childish and comical manner, he wrestles the peeler's handle, forcing his body to find balance as he lifts the dough off of the counter, and rushes it toward a wood burning artisan brick oven.  He pulls the peeler out from underneath, casts it aside, and pats his floury hands together in a self congratulating gesture.

"EAW wants me to be a joke, an underdog, a fluke double champion because I have humble beginnings that once went without respect from the locker room.  What they don't realize is that a year and a half in this industry changes a man.  I came in an agnostic fool with a presumed death wish, and now I stand before you the vanquisher of Omerta, the chosen pupil of Heart Break Boy, and a protege of Tony Rolland.  My in-ring missteps are few and far between these days because I've faced enough skilled and seasoned competitors to know that no shortcoming will go unexploited.  Maybe when it's all said and done, when the fire is extinguished around ringside, and I stand above your charred body Nico, I'll be able to crack a smile and maybe even a joke.  As for right now? You're the only joke going into that Trial By Fire, and if this past year and a half has taught me anything, it's that jokes don't survive when they're tossed out of the frying pan and into the inferno.  Until then..."

PB looks over his shoulder in a cheeky knowing fashion just seconds before a timer goes off.  He gives the camera a half smile before picking up the pizza peeler once again and shoving it into the brick oven.  He pulls the freshly cooked pie out of the kiln like heat and presents it to the camera.

"Pizza's ready."

I’ve had the opportunity to sit back and take a close observation to the things that have happened inside that No Way Out structure, but I never once thought that I would actually compete inside of it. It’s no secret that careers are going to be shortened at Dia Del Diablo as the six of us reach towards that grand prize, and I believe that the one thing that all of us are going to be able to agree on is the fact that we’re all going to do whatever it takes to be the two men that actually walk out under our own will. This one isn’t going to be pretty; flesh is going to sear, and blood will be spilled – the two heads of Cerberus will lay on that canvas shattered into a million little pieces, both Diamond Cutter and Nick Angel will be forced to swallow that bitter taste of defeat that they’ve become overly too used to, and The Mighty Don’t Kneel will stand in front of the world as the brand new Tag Team Champions. I think that it’s obvious that I never once thought that I would stand in the position that I do now. I’m not talking about the overwhelming amount of success that I’ve garnered, because let’s be honest, everyone knew that I would accomplish everything that I have. Everyone knew that I would enter the Hall of Fame before this GREAT career that I’ve already had, had even scratched the surface of what I could do if given the opportunity. But, I never once thought that either Jamie O’Hara or I would stand on the same ground. Throughout everything that we’ve done throughout our career; throughout the wars that we’ve had throughout the latter half of last year, and throughout the things that we did to each other throughout said wars, here we stand: The Mighty Don’t Kneel, stronger than I think anyone actually thought that we could become. I mean, I’ll place money on the fact that nobody actually thought that this would lead anywhere. You place two combustible elements together and every sits back and waits for it all to burst. But, sometimes you place those elements together and you create something special like The Mighty Don’t Kneel, and even the two men that hold the championships that we’re going to take at Dia Del Diablo, in the form of Cerberus. Both Brian Daniels and Cyclone have gone to war in the past; both men at each other’s throats as they both had their eyes solely set on that World Heavyweight Championship, and yet today they stand in front of the world, ALMOST untouchable.

But like we’ve said in the past; it’s those very wars that has made this team so strong. We have a greater understanding of what the other is willing to do to succeed in this business. We’re not here to make any friends, and we’re more than willing to break the fingers of those trying to grasp at the things that we want. The main thing that Nick said to me leading into our match of Showdown was the fact that those championships were below his value. In his mind, being in this match alone, competing for those Tag Championships isn’t the position that he should be in. Blaming those around him for the reasoning behind why he’s in this position, with this opportunity, something that I will get into more in the future, but, there was something that Nick said that I actually agreed with. These championships represent power. These championships, while may be considered worthless in this eyes of some, are more valuable than I think most people are able to understand. Brian Daniels said it perfectly on Showdown. I haven’t been the same since I lost at Pain for Pride. That moment of lying in the middle of that ring, trying to figure out where everything went wrong. Why, for the first time in my career, couldn’t I jump over the hurdle in my way? That’s the one thing that seems to constantly flash through my mind. It’s all that I think about. I braced myself for it; for the first time in my career, I didn’t walk into something believing wholeheartedly that I was going to stand in front of the world with my head raised high, but it never softened the blow. That taste of failure was just as foul. But rather than sitting back and feeling sorry for myself, I got back up and I kept moving forward. I’m not going to hide the fact that I’m walking into that No Way Out structure with my own personal goals; goals that I couldn’t afford not to reach, and I’ll guarantee that Jamie isn’t going to deny that fact that he doesn’t have his own. Like I said – inside that structure at Dia Del Diablo, we’re going to bleed. We’re going to sweat. We’re going to feel that agonising pain of our flesh burning. We’re going to walk into war, and both Jamie and I are going to crawl back for more if need be. And at the end of the night, Cerberus will have crumbled. Nick Angel will find himself crying, and hopefully Diamond Cutter will understand that he’s better off without the guy. But, when it’s all said and done – The Mighty Don’t Kneel will raise OUR championships into the air in the middle of the carnage created at our hand as the NEW Tag Team Champions.

(The scene opens up with Marco Fedor sitting outside at a local Starbucks in Tampa, Florida with a smile on his face as he goes through his social media platforms looking at posts and pictures with him meeting different types of people that he has taken a picture with. Suddenly, Marco receives a face time notification and as he face lights up in excitement he quickly picks up, and to his delight he sees his mother's face.) 

Marco: MOM!!  

Mamma Fedor: Hello baby, it's nice to see that you're taking care of yourself so far. I've been following you on twitter, instagram and such and I see that a lot of people has take a liking to you. On top of that, ever since it was made official that you would be getting a title opportunity, you've been the topic of conversation throughout the entire town!

(Marco lets out a sweet chuckle as he begins to blush.)

Marco: Wow, has this really gotten people talking back home? I mean I didn't think it wouldn't be that big of a deal haha. I'm just a simple boy trying to live out his dream in being a wrestler. *But then Marcos' demeanor negatively changes*  But it shocks me a bit that people would actually care about my match because to a few here, thinks I'm nothing more than a filler and the people back at home never cared much about me. 

Mamma Fedor: WELL DON'T LISTEN TO THEM MARCO! My baby, you have to stop worrying about every little things that people say about you. Some of those people just want you to fall on your face and watch you give up so you would be just like them. But you're not like them Marco, I can see you winning your match come Sunday. You've never been the type of guy to let people's opinion's deter you from your dreams. I can honestly say that you were born to do this because you have overcame adversity and uncertainty when it came to your health and look at you now when you thought your life was over. Another door opened up for you and now you're an Elitist. Not many people can say that they are able to live their dream job and to actually love it is another thing ENTIRELY! So don't falter because people wants to see you fall than succeed because deep down they are afraid of the man that you can become so they'll do anything to tear you down before you can realize that you are an unstoppable force.

*Marco's' face light up again with a smile after hearing his mom's encouragement*

Marco: Thank You Mom  

Mamma Fedor: You're welcome baby. And ONE MORE THING! I've scored some tickets to the show so i'll be there live to watch you WIN THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! But I have to go because my flight leaves in four hours soo I'll see you soon hun. Take Care,

*As the Facetime ends, Marco is left speechless as his mouth is wide open from the shock of his mother informing him that she'll be there to support him. Marco's eyes begins to tear up as he then smiles and shakes his head as he lefts out a light laugh. Then Marco wipes the tears from his eyes and looks up to the camera.*

That woman is my world, she has been there for me when I was at my lowest...as a mother should be but I'm super fortunate to have someone that positive in my life. She is the entire reason why I push myself so hard and why I dream so big and set out to do them, because at the end of the day I just want to make her proud of me and what I'm doing. But now something as small as doing this thing because of love it and doing it for the person that I love has evolved into something greater. Now people who are pretty much like me that are either too shy to do what they love or too scared of the possible outcome and now they have latched on to me and has given me strength to keep moving forward. Come this Sunday, this will be a difficult task and I'll need all the support and strength from everyone that believes in me. And I gotta tell ya, having people back home supporting me as well is such a confidence booster because my hometown isn't known for it's wrestling too much. It's all about basketball and it would be nice to bring the Hardcore Championship back to the Big Blue Nation. Not only that I want to make my mom proud, I want to make my hometown proud of me, I want to make everyone that has decide to invest in me proud. If there is anything that I can do right, it has to be this because not everyone gets an opportunity at this and I'm extremely blessed to be one of the people competing for  one of the most prestigious championships that were held by a lot of great men, especially the first titleholder in Killswitch. If I find out a way to come out of Voltage as Hardcore Champion, I want to become a proud champion that not only people to look up to but to people to aspire to beat because I can't get better without tough competition that comes my way. Holding that championship would mean that I would have the title that's basically easy access for anyone to get. I have to stay on my toes but no matter who comes my way, no matter what drives them to challenge me and take that title away from me, I'll show them time and time again why I was the guy that has beaten Voltage's best and why the strength of millions of people that is behind me will overcome any obstacle that steps in front of me. One thing is for sure that the Hardcore Championship isn't just my title, it's the people's championship because if it weren't for them and my love for this business, I wouldn't be put in this position nor even have this chance to succeed! A lot of things are on my shoulders and there are a lot of questions that need to be answered because given the nature of this match it seems everyone is set on using weapons and going to the extreme to claim the Hardcore title. But I have yet to figure out on how I'm going to win in the first place. But I guess that question will be answered when I'm in the middle of that ring standing along side with beasts and giants that are looking to keep me down and prevent me from winning. But I have faith that as long my will is burning and I can still breathe that I have a chance to win it all. But man..I'm still floored that my mom is going to be there, the perfect scenario is in place and the images of what I have dreamed up while I was in the hospital recuperating from my injuries are turning into a reality. Now all I have to do now is to do my part and make those dreams come true. It's game on now boys, and Marco Fedor is looking to not only make history but make a boyhood dream come true when I walk into Voltage as a nobody and come out as a champion. 

(Marco Fedor sits up from his seat and starts walking off with a determine look on his face as the screen fades to black.)

I’ll say what everybody is thinking: this week has been pretty damn horrendous and an overall dull experience for the EAW fans. You see, I have been slacking a bit this week and I humbly apologize. I mean, EAW’s flagship show is less than 24 hours away and I have only opened my mouth twice now. But make no mistake about it, for the last four months, I’ve been a workhorse. Whether it’s in the ring or talking in front of a camera to promote my upcoming match, I have given my all. But sadly, this week has felt different. 
 
 
Trust me when I say that I have a good reason for every decision I make, whether it is minor or earth shattering. Yes, I actually put a lot of thought into my actions before I commit to any of them, while the majority of the EAW roster fails to follow my lead in that sense. So why haven’t I talked much this week? The fact is I have already won. I have already won the verbal war against Black Sven without uttering a single word even prior to my last night’s speech. “Wait, what?” Yep that’s right. My opponent has contradicted every single one of his arguments and the best part of this is he loves a “good” debate! I bet the listeners are baffled by what I’ve just said, so let me break this down for you into smaller pieces. First of all, Black Sven, you called me arrogant. I am not sure if you have actually listened to me talk before, but if you have, you would then realize that you are in fact wrong. For example, I’ve racked up sooooooo many wins during the past four months that I have lost count, while I have only suffered one, yes one, legitimate loss, which means I have never overestimated my in-ring abilities by my words. Unlike you, I can actually back up what I say! Yeah it’s not that hard when you are me. So I am so sorry you were born less fortunate than me, right out of the gates. But let’s pretend that what you had to say was actually true. So I am cocky. I’m confused, is that supposed to be an insult?  Because I value myself highly from my previous performances, that all of a sudden, you’re going to sneak a win past me? That’s what you think right? When you see me, you see someone who is vulnerable, due to his so called enlarged ego? Don’t worry, my eye is always on the prize. I am determined. I am hungry. I want gold, I want it fucking now and you are just a nuisance, trying to distract me from that goal. You are no different than Matt Miles. The fact is that soon, very soon, you are going to be face-to face with the man that is basically next in line for any championship my heart desires. Perhaps you can be like Matt and call that Pain for Pride win a fluke, but nah, that would be a mistake on your part. You see, I have proven myself since I have been here. I am not the future like everybody says I am. No, I am the present – that is way more accurate. I have defeated former world champions along the way, but oh no, look at you, beating nobodies on Turbo and being unable to beat someone like Maero. Wow man, you got me good. Your resume is clearly better than mine. I could act really arrogant if I wanted to. I could call myself the best thing ever since sliced bread, like every other boring elitist, but I won’t because I know I still have work to do. Improvements still have to be made, and when they do, its game over for every person on the Voltage roster. Including you, that is if Carlos Rosso doesn’t realize what you truly are, which is a waste of space. Or what about this? I could label myself as a lock for a future EAW champion because I have a contract that basically guarantees me it. Going along with that, I could call you a delusional rookie who doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me in the first place. But I would never say any of those things because I am the most humble man in EAW today, by a long shot, right? 
 
Moving on to your next point, you said that human beings in this industry seem to overestimate their abilities at all times and never accept the fact that they might lose, due to sheer luck for example, which is what you will need, might I add. Fuck ignore that last part because I am supposed to be humble hear, I will just edit that out for sure. So can any elitist lose to someone lesser than them? Hmmm, you know what Sven, I am not even going to try to prove this wrong because I completely agree with you. But let’s face it, you have a better chance at winning the lottery than beating me this Sunday, if I am being brutally honest. You also said something like that I don’t about little victories like this one, which means you’ve accepted the fact that you’re of tiny importance to me when it comes to the grand scheme of things. But hold on you guys, this only gets better. After insisting me for the entire week that he’s going to win our faceoff, he backtracks and says he doesn’t care if he loses to me as long as he delivers the “message”. So basically you’re all about moral victories? How pathetic, but I am not surprised. It’s you after all. 
 
You claimed that I am trying to make you feel jealous when I bring up my accomplishments in EAW when I only relisted them to prove my point. Jesus, why are people in EAW so sensitive? Do me a favor and dig the thong out of your ass and relax. But honestly, I don’t care what you aspire to be, I don’t care if don’t want future world title shots or if you are more comfortable with spending your entire wrestling career being a Turbo opening act, which is what you should expect moving forward, just giving you a heads up. The thing is, nobody even knew you existed until people heard you were facing Christian Locke, a man with actual buzz and prestige, I didn’t say a single word to you before last night and when you spoke on Monday you provided me with a long list of reasons as to why I should take you seriously. In other words, you are trying to impress me because you look up to me as your superior? Since I am The Truth, I will give you one last fact. Tomorrow night, the pressure is all on you. If I win, people will chalk it up to Christian Locke being Christian Locke. Winning is what he does. But if you pull off this colossal upset? Your fifteen minutes of fame are officially extended. People will look at you in a new light. They will think to themselves, “Hmm, maybe this Black Sven isn’t a total loser!” However, I hate to break it to you, but that whole scenario will not happen. Nope, not on my watch. Your best outcome is for Matt Miles to interfere, which will likely happen because he is desperately trying to regain relevancy at my expense. Because let’s face it, I am the new shiny toy, while he is busy collecting dust in the corner. That’s how you save face! You can say something like, “If it wasn’t for that muttonhead Matt Miles, I would have beaten Christian!” And as you say that, the entire world will know that you are only fooling yourself. It’s time for you to come back to reality.

VOLTAGE V: THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE END. 

[The scene begins as Nathan Fiora is seen around the same wall he was at before.  This time, the wall features synonyms of pain and hell.  Nathan is very quiet and as the camera points at his face, he covers the camera with his hand.  Fiora takes his hand off the camera and smiles a bit, showing a face of seriousness and sincerity.]

“Oh, man.  What happens now?”
“Do I just stop?”
“Does it all end here?” 

No.  This is far from over, ladies and gentlemen.  Many people are trying to question who I am as a man and my authenticity.  My question is who the hell gave you guys God’s powers of knowing who someone is in and out?  Who are these individuals?  When did they get their powers?  I have many questions and more, but I can only answer one of them, sadly.  I know, I know; I don’t want to let any of you guys down.  These individuals are my opponents this week on Sunday Night Voltage Live; my cheap plug has been entered.  To be even more specific, one of the men who is acting like some deity is J.D. Damon.  I’m going to be honest with you here, J.D.; you didn’t scare me at all; you made me laugh to the point where I was crying.  Damon, you avoided the biggest point that I made against you; you don’t know a damn thing about me.  All you know is that I’m a new kid with a lot of momentum at the moment.  How did you reply?  You just brought up your experience and how you were going to make me suffer and blah, blah, blah.  Are you avoiding the truth?  That’s what seems to be the case.  You want to make yourself look like you’ve been on top of the world this whole time, but I’m going to be the person to say no to that.  Let’s start with the first mistake you’ve made this week: you came in the middle of the war arrogant and unprepared.  Do you really expect anyone to really give a damn about you when it takes you so long to join the battle?  Everyone else has been doing an excellent job of showing themselves off as a credible competitor for the Hardcore title, even Mad Monster Maero.  J.D., you screwed up and it was so evident.  I see your weaknesses; you really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into and you won’t admit that fact.  These facts were covered by your championship history.  You were a former Pure Champion, but let’s focus on the word “former”.  That means that you fell off your pedestal and you’ve been trying to climb back up to the top of the mountain for some time now.  How have you been doing that?  Oh, you’ve been cheating like the punk that you are.  Hitting people who are better than you with steel chairs is not the way to get yourself back into a title; that’s just sad. You can’t even win anything anymore, so where’s the awaited superstar now?  Oh, he’s just becoming the New Era’s bitch.  Now let’s look at my journey; I’ve only been climbing up and not down.  Sure, there’s been some times where I’ve stalled and stayed in the same place, but I eventually grew.  The view from my position is so nice; I can see you from down here, Damon.  My point is that you’re trying to pose yourself as a credible threat towards the competitors in this match, but you really aren’t anything too terrifying.  All I need to do is beat you like I’ve beaten you before, but this time will have a lot more weapons, pain, and blood involved.  It should be fun.  You also said that I love to spew trash from my mouth.  That is 100% true, buddy.  So, what are you going to do about it?  Are you going to throw a fit about it or actually say something that’s new and meaningful?  It’s like you try so hard to make yourself look like a cool and scary guy, but all I see is a joke.  A man who’s nonexistent balls represents his personality altogether.  You say that I haven’t done anything that’s redefined Voltage, so I’m guessing you’ve never seen me in this ring.  I’ve done a lot in these past two months and when I win that Hardcore title, you’ll see what change really means.  Here’s the funniest thing you said though: My words are senseless ramblings.  This senseless rambling that I’m doing is working hard and giving this business the time it deserves.  I give a full dish of words while you just give leftovers, and that is what represents you in this match.  Just stop trying to act like you’re this amazing individual and accept the fact that there’s more talent in this match than you can fathom.  I’m done with you; just stay down and shut the hell up.  

Maero, Maero, Maero.  You have a lot to say, don’t cha?  You’re trying to act like some stereotypical sixteen year old.  “I’ve been attacked my whole life.  You don’t know me.  Let me go back to being with my Duck Dynasty Dickhead family.  I have my own life and you can go get me some children to kidnap after I win the title tomorrow”.  This has got to be a joke, man.  I didn’t know that the big and mighty Maero had the personality of a sixteen year old!  This is so new to me yet I’m not surprised one bit.  I’ve seen you complain and complain about how I don’t know who you are and what you stand for, but Maero is still a little punk.  Look, Maero, I get that you’re trying to make a name for yourself.  At the end of the day you want me to consider you as a threat and to take you seriously.  The problem about that is that I don’t really think you’ll be in my way; you’re not an obstacle for me.  Tomorrow night will be the time for me to whip some ass and to dish out a whole lot of pain.  My favorite match is the Hardcore match.  I love to see people go through tables, get thumb tacks stuck on their bodies, lose gallons of blood and suffer unbearable pain.  That’s what I’m talking about.  The funny part is that Maero just considers me to be a hotshot and nothing else.  Maybe I’m wrong about you and what your family is, but what I said really bothered you.  I think the Butthurt Belly Slam might be your new finisher because you seem to get offended very quickly.  Don’t be like “I was never offended; you’re always wrong”.  I see that you’re offended and that you already hate me with a burning passion.  My words are getting under your skin and that’s what I wanted to do from the beginning.  You’re only hurting yourself by acting like that and tomorrow night is going to be the results of my fruit.  There’s the illusion that you think I’m not going to do anything to affect your chances in this match, but I have.  The simple fact that I have your attention is going to help my chances now and it will be your downfall.  Now it’s story time for you since you love to listen to what I have to say about you and the outcomes of this match on Sunday.  Maero, you’re not the only destructive person here.  You will be impressed when I let my mind go and my spirit of hardcore erupts.  Voltage won’t be a joke.  It will be a hell of a match and I’m not going to let anyone win but me.  If I have to kill someone in that very ring, I will do it.  This is not going to be another loss for me, no no.  I will go through hell and back to win this title, I don’t care.  I can be seconds from dying, but I will make it my priority to win this title before I die.  Maero, you can train as hard as you want, but it will still be no match for what I have in store for you.  I bet you think you know what true pain is.  I don’t know what you’ve went through but that won’t matter at all tomorrow.  True pain is going to be felt this Sunday.  True pain is going to be demonstrated to everyone in the audience and guess what?  Your family will be watching every single chair shot that I give to your face and the rest of your body.  They will see you going through flaming tables and getting burns, making you unrecognizable.  I will put my fingers and dig out your eyes if I have to and honestly, I wouldn’t mind that at all.  Seeing you and your family suffer will make my day so much better.  Winning the title will only complete my joy.  Were you expecting a different side of me?  Well, here it is.  The jokes are gone and done with.  This is crunch time and there is no going back.  You had your chance, but you decided to meet your destiny.  I hope you can manage this Sunday, because it will be the last time you walk in the ring as yourself.  You will never be the same ever again.  

Children never learn until the suffer a traumatic or scary experience in their lives.  They live a life being reckless and thinking that the world is theirs to own and that everything is entitled to them.  Marco Fedor is one of those children who needs to learn a lesson about the real world around him.  He expects everyone to back him up by giving a sob story that’s totally relatable to a lot of people in the crowd; it’s really not relatable.  They’ll just support Fedor because they really feel bad for him and they aren’t mean enough to hate on a mere boy trying to grasp on to his dreams.  Don’t you see the fake intentions this person has on mankind?  He expects to win and win because he has a sob story and wants everyone to believe in him.  He’s been put up against mediocre opponents at best and this is his first real trial.  What is his response to this trial?  “Guys!  I’m gonna do this because I have heart, courage, and a bunch of bull crap they say in kid’s shows”.  Really?  Are you kidding me?  That is an excuse to really hide the fact that Marco Fedor doesn’t know what he’s doing right now.  His short journey has met a few bumps here and there, but it hasn’t faced a mountain as big as this match.  My journey has been a gift of hell.  I had to find jobs every night to keep myself ALIVE.  No man in this match can say that; I have been through real struggles and I appreciate where I am today and what I have.  Marco Fedor pretends that him and I are very alike.  That is the biggest load of bullshit that I’ve heard in my entire life.  You’re trying to make everyone feel bad for you and like you while I’m stating facts.  I don’t need anyone’s sympathy because I don’t need anyone’s opinions like Marco Fedor.  He wants the fans to love and adore him because he’s too busy trying to win a popularity contest than actually winning matches.  Also, who the hell do you think you are to try to even call me of the same blood as you?  I would be ASHAMED to be someone like you because you are an arrogant and foolish individual who wants everything by giving stupid sob stories.  I don’t trash talk to hide any pain that I have.  I go out there and do what I love to release every emotion that I have.  Wrestling is my drug and I will admit that I’m the biggest addict you’ve ever seen.  I take this drug 24/7/365 and I’m never tired of it; I always want more.  I reinvent myself every week to make sure that I don’t sound like record player and it works perfectly well.  What do you do, Marco?  You just sit around with the same crap every week.  “Millions of people are believing in me and that’s why I’m not losing”, “I have more fight than anyone”, “This has been a rough journey for me”, “You are all my obstacles and I will win because I just have to”; what is this crap?  Why don’t you answer your critics, kid?  Why don’t you man up and say something to make your career actually worth something?  I don’t see any aspect of me in you.  I work my ass off every night and day just to be able to compete with everyone else.  I go the extra mile and make sure that every week will be a show of improvement for a guy like me.  No one in this company is as good as me and Marco, you can fight this fact and say some robotic crap, but it’s not going to work.  Your journey has showed that you’re just a kid who had some minor troubles but has never gotten to the point of almost drowning.  You always have someone to depend on and hoping for people to give you the love that you always talk about.  I don’t need anyone to be as good as I am.  I have almost drowned and I’ve learned how to swim, buddy.  I have foughten REAL struggles in life and I haven’t made it a sad story.  I’ve made it into a reality where I fight and fight just to be able to be alive every day.  This match is the moment for me to shine.  I am going to be the best man in this match and take the title that deserves the best.  I will not lose, Marco.  God himself can try to make me lose and it won’t happen.  I hope you understand that because this is going to be my moment.  My whole life has been a journey just to get to this and I’m not going to let some stupid kid with the fakest attitude and personality I’ve seen take it away from me.  Pain is going to be applied to every single bone of your body and I don’t know if you’re ready for that.  I’ve felt it before and I still feel it today, but it will be worth it after I take the title that has been my dream of winning since it was announced.  This will be a real match with no magic fairies and mythological creatures helping you out, Fedor.  Don’t expect to come out of the match in one piece, but expect me to win. 

Now we leave the best for last.  My friend; my comrade; the man who has helped define my career, Phoenix Winterborn.  For the last couple of days, I’ve seen you become more violent than you were before.  Sadly, that is not enough to help you.  You tried to make a comeback out of nowhere and yet you’ve still failed.  You do seem menacing, but I know you well enough.  I know I can beat you and take the Hardcore title.  You want violence?  You want pain?  Then fight me tomorrow night and see what all of those things mean and feel.  I don’t care if you’re my friend anymore.  This has become about making a legacy for myself and I’m not going to let any B-Card players take me out and steal my chance.  The true meaning of hardcore is going to resonate in the mind of millions after you see what I’m capable of.  Yes, I’ve said what I’m going to do to everyone here, Winterborn, but your fate is the worst of them all.  The pain that you feel will the worse than any indie match you’ve been in.  The fight that you’ll have will be nothing compared to mine.  The worst part of all is that you’ll have to suffer another loss and go home with nothing but shame.  Believe me, I may have a small amount of pity on your losing streak, but it won’t matter after I hold that title around my waist.  Everything you’ve wanted will be in me and I will be the mirror of the person that you’ve dreamed to be.  That’s what your fate is and it’s one that will last a lifetime.  This Nathan that’s talking right is not your friend.  This Nathan wants to win and will do anything and everything just to ensure that outcome becomes a reality.  This Nathan is the man you’re pretending to be and this Nathan is going to do everything that you’ve craved.  I’m simply better at making an impact than you, Phoenix.  You are no man to question my battle cry for victory because you’ve been one of the men who has lost to me.  That feeling kills you in the inside and makes you want to keep showing yourself as a threat for the title, but reality shows that you have no chance of victory.  So here’s the doctor’s note coming for the very reliable and comforting Dr. Nathan; stick to being in my shadow.  This is reality, men.  All six of us will never be the same after this match, but only one of us will see the light in the tunnel.  Some have shown their worth while others haven’t, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.  What does matter is the outcome this Sunday.  I, Nathan Fiora, will win this match and I don’t care if you have a different opinion on what will happen.  Tomorrow night will be like every other week; I will succeed at every challenge that is put against me.  I will do amazing things and shock EAW to its foundations.  This will end in my favor and the rest will fall.  There’s no way to fight it or try to cure the pain; just let it in.

THIS IS IT. 

YOU CAN’T STOP ME.  THIS IS THE FIORA REGIME.

[Nathan takes a deep breath and picks up his belongings.  Nathan is then seen walking off into a dark alley.  A figure walks out of the shadows is then seen walking with him.  The scene fades to black.]

Months have dwindled down to weeks, weeks have dwindled down to days and now days have dwindled down to mere hours. The wait is approaching an imminent halt, for all the pieces to fall into place and for every driblet of sweat, blood and tears that I've poured in the span of these last ten months to pay off. It still feels hypnagogic in a sense, gazing at the opportunity of a lifetime as it just looms within an arm's reach from where I stand right now. The thrill of knowing that tomorrow night, I'll be granted the chance to grasp said opportunity by the gullet and run away with it makes the whole ordeal all the more dreamlike. But it also further cements the reality of it as well. You see, ever since being announced as one of the participants in the EAW Championship triple threat match, a lot of voices have come unglued. A lot of folks have preached appraisals naturally cast upon anybody donning my shoes and I have listened to most of them, whether I wanted to or not. While everyone of them went about mouthing it in a different way, the idea would always be the same; I don't deserve it. I don't deserve getting a shot at such a coveted prize when I haven't even finished my first year within the walls of this company just yet. I don't deserve to be performing in the main event where stakes are the hightest that they've ever been, not when I have zero experience as the man that closes the show on a weekly or at least regular basis. I don't deserve to have to limelight shed on my head when it usually shines over established veterans and aces of the business, not when the biggest success that I amounted to was what most perceived to be a third-tier championship in the Pure title. They've hatched all these reasons and arguments that debunk my eligibility to this title shot while abstaining from a question that could bowl all of that over in one swing; what if? What if I was here for four years? What if I was the name relied on to send the fans home happy every week? What if I was a washed-up but revered and established legend of the craft, popping pills to keep in shape and hooking up with chicks half my age to remain relevant? How could any of those scenarios render me any more deserving of the oportunity? Let's not snooze on the fact that a myriad of names have busted and failed to fit those shoes one way or another. For instance, a lot of Elitists have been here forever yet barely garnered a shoe lace worth of fucking reputation or reached a respectable stature as most of the credit thrown their way emanates from the length of their stint itself, but no actual career achievements or anything of the sort. Countless sleazeballs have been thrust into the main event scene only to sorely disappoint everytime. And while of course no legend has ever strolled down a path of similar disappointment, or else the moniker wouldn't be bestowed upon them, a lot of them has fallen off the radar and are just... there nowadays. Their flame is extinguished, has been for longer than anyone would care to keep track of, and they're merely still practicing the sport to pay for the house rent and child support. But nobody bats an eyelid at it because, well, they are legends! They are immortal and whatever they do now by no means mirror their actual personalities. You could turn on the television tomorrow morning and see the news of Mr. DEDEDE apprehended for raping a fucking toddler and you wouldn't care. Heck, you would probably laugh that shit off like it's some sort of a Saturday Night Live skit because aye; that's Mr. DEDEDE, he's a legend. 

Now I completely understand the value of a full-fledged Hall of Famer and the star power that they can bring to the table if ever put in contention for, say, the EAW title. And yeah, I get it, a lot of more established talents roaming the lockers look more qualified to be in my spot right now than I am on paper. However, one cannot usher in a new era by simply relying on those who spearheaded the era before. You cannot build an empire from scratch utilizing the same old, used-up bricks. Their presence could help in speeding up the progression and process altogether but when it comes down to it, they won't be around for long. This is where the 'unproven' young guns come in handy, because their work ethic guarantees them staying for the long haul and their flame? Their flame has only just been set ablaze. With that being said, by all means; keep questioning the why's and how's of Carson Ramsay being in an EAW title match instead of your beloved, obviously much more deserving, favorite. Cry me a river and drown in it because like it or not, I AM in this match for a reason. There are no shenanigans surrounding it, no asskissing and no technicalities; I've been thrown into the fray because I've EARNED THAT RIGHT. I've earned that because for the last almost a year of my life, I've gone out to the ring, delivering at the highest level attainable. I didn't care if I was starting off the event, or put in the sleeper match predicament; I've made do with what I had and I made SURE those fans got their money's worth out of me. Granted, the competition that was put in front of me was nothing short than lacking of big names, but I didn't give a damn. Whether it was Diamond Cage or Azumi Goto, whether it was Lucas Johnson or Starr Stan himself, I always gave it a hundred-'n-fifty percent. My wrestling, my actions spoke volumes and the suits at the office had no choice but to give me a chance. Or not even a chance, just a small crack at one, as a test. That test happened to be recklessly wired but still posed no hurdle that I couldn't surmount and thus, said test was passed. As consequence, I became not only the Defiler of Pure but the King of that division too. A few months passed before another crack at the door of opportunity peeked at my direction in the name of Pain for Pride, bearing my toughest challenge to date. So I took it, cherished it and promised myself to make the best of it; which I did. Although a loss is still inked down the record sheets from that night, success was still mine at the end of the night. After an amazing match, by far my best yet, I got the seal of approval from the greatest of all time and was proclaimed Elite, a nickname abused by many to stroke their own egos but deserved by a select few. Two cracks at a chance did not go in vain like many doubters and naysayers alike foresaw it things to end, which compelled the higher-ups to up the ante just a tad bit. Now here I stand, a day before the biggest fight of my life and another crack, albeit a larger one than its two predecessors, waiting to have a foot put through it. And just like every chance that I've gotten before, this will NOT be squandered.

Speaking of cracks, a few can be noticed adorning the words of one Kenny Drake. Admittedly, that has always been the case with anything Kenny spouts, but the further he tries to push this new dark persona of his down our throats the more ridiculous and monotonous they become to hear. I can't be the only one who can easily predict what will come out of his mouth before it actually does, right? 'I thrive off of hatred.' 'I hate you so much, Carson.' 'You were liked more than me, how dare you.' 'I will kill you when we meet again.' four sentences, those are the core of his arguments every single time, which is a shame. If you're too lazy or just plain dumb that you can't rehash or change up your points, the least you can do is state ones that are worth discussing in the first place. You've spent the last two weeks of your miserable existence emphasizing the hatred that you owe me, and why you still insist on following that method when all it does is make you out to be a bitter, crackhead ex of mine is beyond me. I don't care Kenny, read my lips; I. DON'T. CARE. I don't care if you hate me, I don't care if you turning on me has been a scheme brewing from the very first time that we conversed and I certainly don't care if you're proud of igniting my desire to cut your head clean off of your hunched shoulder blades. It's funny though, hearing you coin this transitional point in time for EAW as the "New Era" and explain how you're gonna represent it when a couple of days ago you were denigrating that very name and those who are supposedly chosen to lead it. The hilarity continues on when you think getting drafted first gives you any long-term bragging rights to cling to and wield in everybody's face. Then again, who can blame you? Considering the draft gig is more than likely the biggest accomplishment of your career. I'm not gonna lie, those jests did make me reconsider my opinion of your comedy. So congratulations, Kenny! You're officially as funny as modern day's Eddie Murphy. Give your back a few pats, because nobody else will. Humor aside, I'm glad that you've already accepted defeat. I'm glad that you welcome the thought of you never coming close to winning that EAW title, I thought convincing you so would prove to be a struggle. I'm spared of the task though, now I'll just have to focus on the other guy; the champion himself. At least he's confident enough in his chances. Oh, and one last thing Kenny; come tomorrow night, when that bell rings and a roar of thousands strong lights the fuse to start of the match, it doesn't matter what you do or what you try to pull from tricks. When I get my hands on you, which I will, there is nothing that you or your wife or your dog or Uncle Sam or even GOD HIMSELF can do to deny me the luxury of pummeling your face in and leaving Florida, one hand gripping the championship belt while the other brandishes a piece of you.

Oh Aren, your majesty. Humbled wouldn't do how I feel about you going as far as mentioning ME in your oh so educational monologues justice, no simple word can. Sadly m'lord, the glitter of royalty has blinded your eyes and made you a slave to throne. From a feared warrior, you've succumbed to the allure of being THE top man in this industry and now all you are willing to spew is anything to shield or at least distract from your discernible incompetence as that very same man. When I signed under the dotted line to formally declare my intentions of dethroning you, I knew what I was getting myself into. I knew the risks underlying this match, one of which can be never getting an EAW title match again, in the case of defeat that is. But Aren my man, nothing worth relishing a lifetime comes easy. And sitting on that throne is a thrill worth enjoying until my dying breath gets knocked outta' these sails of mine. So yeah, I know how neck-deep I'm in the shit now; it's a make-or-break for me. Question is, do you? You're the one with little to gain and absolutely everything to lose on Sunday after all. I know pressure is weighing heavy on you going into this match, Aren, and rightfully so. Your desperate attempts to conceal it behind the façade of this indestructible King among men are cute and all, but I can see the detriments of being the hunted prey in this forthcoming scenario seeping through your shallow words. Fret not though, that's a natural sentiment to uphold when you have two prrrretty dangerous chaps salivating over your crown and thought of running a hole through you to get it. Allowing it to cloud your judgement on yours truly isn't going to work though. See, I don't think that I'm ready. Thinking it allows for the possibility of it not being true, whereas in this situation it is. So no, I don't think I'm ready to beat you for that title and slap a tape across your labiums until the end of your days; I KNOW I AM. I have been for the longest time then, teasing the glass ceiling but never given the thumbs-up to break through it, toying with that brass ring but never given the OK to put it on and own it. I've done that for as long as I could call myself an Elitist. You keep vowing to restore prestige to the EAW title after guys like Vic Vendetta made its stock pummel to the ground, but all you've ever disclosed in that regard are words. Petty, little words depicting your challengers as disgraces and nuisances to the badly wounded brainchild of Elite Answers Wrestling when those two monikers fit you, if anything. What have you done since winning the EAW title, Aren? Pair it with some garbage, insignifcant title that belongs six feet under with the company that introduced it? Beat some has-been and some never-will at PFP and take the utmost pride in doing so solely because it was contested on PFP? What else? How is any of that aiding the title gain more value and grow back into the symbol of excellence that it once was, I simply don't understand. Your reign has only exacerbated the severity of the problem and I don't know about you, but the only solution for that that I can think up is putting an end to it. Putting an end to your tenure as arguably one of the most disappointing runs as EAW Champ in the illustrious history of the title. That wouldn't be the inception of a plan that I've devised to 'restore the value' of the EAW title though, not by a long shot. Unlike you Aren, I know the process of pushing that championship around your waist to the top of the ranks ago requires time and action. No bold promises, no inspirational speeches that makes me out to be the knight in shining armor that EAW needs so desperately. I know exactly what that title needs to be as covetable as the past colors it to be but I won't go on full rants elaborating on how its need can be indulged. I'll settle for baby steps, the first and most important one being; winning the actual title off of Aren Mstislav.

Everyone's bets have been placed, minds have been set and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where I stand amidst the shuffle. I have the odds stacked against me but that's nothing new, is it? Stacked odds have been the mantra for Carson Ramsay ever since the balls of his feet first touched an EAW ring mat. From toppling a corrupted machine to beating the loudest pair of lips in the business shut and basically ruining his entire career, to facing a legend at the grandest stage of them all. And now I'm fighting for the EAW Championship which remains a fever dream for most. So yeah, I've become well acquainted with being bet against. It brings a smile to my face, actually; knowing the shit ton of money people have lost betting against me and will tomorrow night. Because guess what? I'm not leaving that ring empty-handed. I don't care how I do it, I don't even know how but I WILL and when the smoke clears, a gasp befalls the audience and the commentators are rendered tight-lipped; the entire landscape of not only EAW but the industry as a whole will be flipped on its face. Courtesy of who, you may wonder? The dude who wrestles in a wife-beater and jeans, that's who. And trust me when I tell you, a LOT will change when I get the keys to this place.