☤In one of those chair circle scenes where people tell stories or confess their past bad behaviour, is a room of old people of all kinds, ones in a wheelchairs, ones with canes, one even hidden by rags, and even further one whose bed was brought into the room while she sits with a ventilator.  Someone had just finished speaking and he smiles as the room claps for him, and he slowly takes his seat as a young smiling female coordinator speaks to continue the process. ☤


Coordinator: That was fantastic, it was very touching of you to share your story with all of us today. In times where many have lost their loved ones, or don’t see them enough, it’s important that you all remember that talking with one another in a community can foster new connections and bring us all closer to another~

Coordinator: Now I hope you all lend an ear to our next speaker.
☤Nobody says anything. Eventually the room look in the same direction as the coordinator walks up to help the next speaker.☤


Coordinator: Aww~, don’t be shy.

☤As soon as she places her hand on the rags covering the person they shake and an earbud falls, but is swiftly grabbed before anyone discerns what is-hey they’re old-, and the one in rags speak.☤


Rags: Ah, my hearing aid again! I’m sorry young miss, is it my turn?

Coordinator: Yes, you have the stage!

Rags:

I was but a wee lad in what some of you might consider eons ago, barely understanding how I was on the cusp of greatness.

But I had heart, a heart made of stronger material than that of the ones I melted at the very sight of me.

I was a young man who would stand for what he believed in, and would always lend a shoulder to carry his fellow man, and woman. 

Coordinator: Oh silly, you mean lend a shoulder to cry on.

Rags: Yes, forgive my Alzheimer’s, when you become this experienced you forget the difference. Please do not interrupt me……don’t want to lose my train of thought.

Despite being in the spring time of my youth, I would accomplish things that legends could only dream of, I became a center piece in my rogue’s gallery of teammates when I was able to eliminate a savage warrior who was the team leader of our opposition, when I at only 23 years old pinned Mr.-

Wait I forgot where I was, have any of you ever went to high school with someone named Mr.DEDEDE?

Okay good, none of you know him.

I pinned Mr.DEDEDE, and stuck my finger out to an oppressive regime that was soon to form despite our many valiant efforts, because that pinfall gave us the most crushing victory our opposition ever felt. In our war there was never a big encounter that I was in that didn’t lead to my team being victorious, though unfortunately things that occurred in incidents I was not involved in made it so one day we were disbanded and the war lost despite no one being able to fell us when I was in the vicinity. I hold no gripes, because it was all an opportunity to showcase my skill, and despite our cause eventually dying out I could carry my head high with pride as I soldiered on.

Coordinator: What did you do with the rest of your life after that?

Rags: I made loose allies with my enemies, I adapted to the changing age, and had fun doing so despite the questioning of those around me.

What they never understood is that holding onto grudges never served any purpose, not when there were more purses to sna-to protect from the many less civilised individuals in the world. At the end of the day, you have to make opportunities for yourself, and what is a better way to do that than to find yourself in the main event in a staple of the very industry that is your line of life’s work! That is why I stand here today prepared for War Games!

Coordinator: Wond-wait, what? I’m not sure you should be doing this at your age!

☤Jones throws off the rags as everyone is in shock, and later disgust. ☤


TJ: Don’t worry about it, despite how much difference a year makes when you’re living on TJ time, It’ll be fine.

Coordinator: Hold on, you’re younger than even I am!

TJ: Oh no, no, missy, you don’t understand. My one-year experience between now and the last Territorial Invasion is equitable to thousands of lives experienced by the rest of the world, let alone the people in this room and listening at home. Maybe sometime I can give you an experience that makes you get how even one special night is more history than the sum of the rest of your life.

Coordinator: Okay, that’s enough, I sure you think you’re a real keeper, but no matter what looks you have it won’t make up for disrespecting our elders who came today to tell share their stories in a loving place!

TJ: Their stories? They’re just like Brian Daniels. They don’t focus on triumph, trickery, or any type of art, they go on and on about their personal connections with the people they interacted with and “shaped” them to be what they are.

Listen.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Brian and Robbie V.

It doesn’t matter if it’s about this widow and her dimwitted late husband.

It doesn’t even matter if it’s this survivor’s guilt ridden loser who stays up crying all night because his kids and his grandkids died in a car crash while he is left to live when he should have passed a long time ago instead of them!

Because I had partnership with Drake Jaeger that was greater than any of these tales. We were best friends, and I can only imagine how much fun Drake and I could be having being the greatest troublemakers this company has ever seen.

I’m the one who knows about loss here.

All those great times popping onto social media and getting the EAW vixens hot and bothered by what we had to say, but would still have them secretly hit us up in private.
How we could make everyone want to snap our necks, but always be one step ahead of everyone after us with smiles on our faces.

How we brought a different flavour to the tag team division that was never seen before or after us.

And we’d trigger Pizza Boy over HBB more than there were gats in the Hexa-gun army.
No one has experience the fun we had.

But you don’t see me getting distracted, you don’t see me sitting around obsessing over my loss like Brian Daniels.

Hell, I could arguably blame Brian for his part in my boy Drake not being here today, but I don’t got time for that.

It must be nice Brian, nice to be able to act a fool, pretend to be so cool that you’re above the World Championship, but just know that the only reason you’re going to be at Territorial Invasion instead of being on the bench where you belong is because Ares would rather deal with just about ANYONE other than the man who bested him.

Don’t worry Brian, I’ll give you a few pointers on how to beat Ares Vendetta, since you obviously can’t compete with me you might as well take the time to learn from me during this up and close encounter, if you want to know how preforming at a top level these days is done! When I throw hands, don’t advert your gaze even as my punches leave you in a state of in and out of consciousness, try to remember the angles, the speed, and the force behind my swings so MAYBE you can imitate it when you need to know how to throw a real punch in a big money match at this current level of EAW competition. And even as our contest begins to take its toll on you and you can’t take the heat anymore, don’t try to run away from the supernova before you, just take solace in the fact that being in the ring with me keeps Brian Daniel’s name out there to the public, because even Icarus gained world renown for flying too close to the sun. Hell, if you remember the beating well enough, once I become a name bigger than EAW itself, you’ll have a much more worthwhile story to tell your peers when you’re grey speaking of the biggest moments of your life.
☤Jones winks at the camera.☤

(We start the scene with Ahren drinking coffee at a dunkin donuts, he's reading a newspaper when all of a sudden, a surprised Ahren pulls down the newspaper from his face and spits his hot coffee off screen) 

 

female voice off screen: AGGHHJJJHHHJAJJJ 

 

Oh sorry I was just surprised by something I saw earlier, something much more interesting than anything in this paper, nothing in here is interesting… I didn’t even knew they made these any more *shrugs* (He crumples up the paper, and throws it off screen) Midas Touch Matt Miles actually has originality, so I was surprised hours later and spit coffee in your face as a result 

 



Woman: who the fuck is Matt miles what the fuck are you talking about? My face has burns from the coffee…

 



Ahren: Not a wrestling fan eh? Hey you know you really should be thanking me for spitting coffee on you… In some cultures an Ahren Fournier spit in the face is considered sacred 

 

(The womans face lightens up and starts actually enjoying the fact she was spit on after seeing Ahren more carefully and thinking bout how sexy he is, as Ahren takes another sip from his coffee)


Woman: y'know now that you mention it, I kinda like it despite the burning sensation in my face...

 



(Coffee flies into her face again as Ahren is surprised and spit again)

 

Ahren: ew I was kidding freak, that's disgusting... Away from my presence with you

 

(She gets up covering her face because of the burning, but as she does Ahren grabs her hand) 

 



Ahren: but I kinda like the freaks, here's my numbaaaa (He hands her his card that he hands all the ladies)

 

(She grabs the card, smiles and scampers away, Ahren turns his head back to the camera) 

 

 

Did you know that coffee works as a laxative for some people? That's right a few minutes from now I'm gonna be taking a huge Matt miles career! I feel the more fitting name for you Matthew is the brown, because everything you touch turns to shit.. I jest I jest.. I like making jokes Matt what can I say? I actually do think you’re quite the talent, despite the jesting. I like to take things not so seriously because where's the fun in seriousness all the time? When it comes right down to it, and the truthiness comes out of my body, I'm not taking you lightly, I'd be dumb to, you're the only one I've faced that's actually held gold. I just found the fact that your nickname ironic, funny! That's all, I know the talent you possess. Hell do you think I'd take Blaise hunter seriously and not take you seriously? Come onnnnn man!!! I’ve taken every single person that I’ve been against seriously, it’s gotten me this far, why stop now? But to answer your question, no I don't think you should be carrying a bag of gold with you.. I was thinking more logically like holding a championship belt or something? You know, the thing that we all strive to win? That's what I was saying by your name being kind of ironic seeing the lack of championship gold, seeing that's what you probably meant by Midas touch. But speaking of nicknames, you're not saying mine right, it's the CROWN jewel, not the crowning jewel or whatever dumb thing you said. Oh haha but you'll say it doesn't matter what my nickname is, because nicknames ahren’t important.. hehe. Which is a lie, because I have the greatest nicknames in EAW fitting for the greatest star in EAW. But if you don’t like that nickname, I have a plethora of nicknames that I think of on the daily! That’s only one of my many extravagant nicknames, such as The Modern Sexual Stallion,, the Master of Malice, The Vixen Slayer, The Man of a thousand nicknames, The Hot Commodity! They just grow day after day because I am so creative they just pop into my head, slash people just give me nicknames because I’m so deserving of so many. Don’t go and try to steal any of those babies either, they’re only fitting for me, wouldn’t work for you. This is my world you shall treat me as such. But Matthew even though you don't know my nickname, you actually are the first to bring originality to the argument, Someone that can think for himself and not steal lines from his opponent, so kudos. 



 



Don’t let that go to your head though Matthew, don’t think you can carry this Voltage team by yourself. Did you hear that team Voltage? Matthew thinks he's a lot better than his teammates! Sooo like this terrible team that has been collected is just not going to work. The ego’s are just out of control, no cohesiveness. How do you expect to win Matthew if you can't even wrestle together??? Don't you want brand supremacy? You can't do this alone Matthew, stop being so selfish and start thinkin about more than just yourself Mr. Midas Matthew Miles... Midas mmm Too many m's mmmmidas mmmmatthewww mmmmiles, I feel like my mouth is doing way more work than it should be. Now I'm sure you'll make a sexual joke about how I use my mouth on Male genitalia but no that is not the case, I use my mouth for a variety of different things such as, drinking various liquids, water, coffee obviously, protein drinks, I also use my mouth on various places on the female body, such as (guy yells in the distance off screen)

 

Random guy at dunkin donuts: Hey buddy can you stop Listin things ova there! I'm trynna drink ma coffee!

 

 (Ahren darts his eyes over at the gentleman, suddenly gets up runs over and jumps up high af landing on the table in front of him like fucking batman, only he didn’t land as close to the guy as he wanted, so he awkwardly shuffles his body closer, a few seconds longer than he would like until he's right next to the gentlemans ear, and screams) WHERE ARE THEY?!!!

 

Donut Customer: WAIT WHAT?!! WHO??!!

 

Ahren: Oh yeah I’m not actually Batman (he looks down and picks up a donut that was conveniently Right there for the pun that will happen in 3, 2, 1) Donut ever interrupt me again (he takes a bite and spits it in his face, and throws the remainder of the donut in the guys face) I am In a very important debate with mr Midas touch Matt miles and I (realizing he threw and ate the donut already, he gets up off the table without saying anything else, and goes to the cash register)

 

Ahren: yes may I have one chocolate glazed donut please..

 



Employee: I'm sorry we're all out of chocolate glazed..

 

Ahren: damn, ummm how bout strawberry frosted...

 

Employee: just sold the last one...

 

Ahren: look you're making my job very difficult, I'm trying to.. Whatever just give me a jelly then, I might wind up regretting it but it'll do...

 

Employee: alrighty that'll be 89 cents, would you like it in a bag?

 



Ahren: no thank you that won't be necessary  

 

(Ahren pays and gets his jelly donut, as soon as he gets the donut he darts his eyes back at the guy, and batman leaps again, landing perfectly on the table this time) Donut appreciate it!! (He takes a bite and when he does jelly drops down everywhere over his shirt) Nooooooooo god damn it I knew jelly was a bad idea, THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE! WHY IS LIFE SO CRUEL!! (He looks back at the Dunkin donuts employee) THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED ISNT IT BETRICE???

Employee: Who?  

(He looks back at the gentleman) WHY HAVENT YOU LEFT YET?? YOUVE HAD AMPLE AMOUNT OF TIME OF DOING SO! CLEARLY YOU MAKE TERRIBLE DECISIONS WITH YOUR LIFE!! (Ahren gets off the table, and calmly walks back to his table, as the guy just sits there with a bewildered look on his face… Ahren sits down and looks at the camera) Where was I? .. Wait (Ahren realizes he still has the balled up donut in his hand, he looks over at the guy, who is still watching Ahren. The guy gives a concerned OH NO! kind of look, as Ahren throws the balled up jelly donut from across the room into the guys face) Oh yeah, you said  The likes of Jamie O’Hara, Vic Vendetta, Ares Vendetta and Scott Oasis were all on the rise and you had to step in the ring with all of them and when you did, You succeeded? Well I mean, on the rise means they weren't as good as they are now, they were still learning and whatever, so I mean not as impressive had you beat the finished product. And by the way they're still here? So how has voltage changed, I mean I beat Vic vendetta too, do I get a title too? Blaise hunter beat him too, and we all know he doesn't deserve a title ha! When talking about how you lost your first title I expected the punch line to be something like, you were a victim of circumstance and got injured in a freak chainsaw accident, and had to relinquish the title under injury protocol. Not that you were dropped on your head and that's it. So let me get this straight Matthew, you lost a wrestling match basically, cool, nothing too crazy, someone was just better than you. Be better at wrestling then I guess, I'm kidding again! Woo jokes on jokes... Anyways I'll agree Matt, you're my first legitimate threat. You've brought a new fresh argument to the party, and don't expect the rookie to beat the world Champion on his first night out. You're thinking logically! A lot more intelligent than all these other fools, but if you think you can beat me than perhaps I’m giving you way too much credit. I am… Well I’ve already given the run downs on all my nicknames, but I am the personification of excellence, they don’t get any better than I. You want lessons on wrestling, on how to become the best in this business, you come to me. No lie, I’ve already got guys in the back trying to get tips from me, trying to get better, because they know who the real talent is, and they want to sponge as much information off of me as they can. Matthew I know that everyone loses eventually, like I've said before I know it will happen to me too. As for when it’ll happen? I don't know exactly. I'm not too delusional to think that I'll be undefeated forever, no one in the history of this business has ever went undefeated, people have off nights, people mess up here and there.. But I haven't had an off night and I haven't messed up yet, and I can comfortably say that seeing that I'm still undefeated. And you know what? I don't plan on tasting the bitter taste of defeat yet, so I'll keep chugging away and steam roll you on my way to EAW gold. I want my first loss to be a special occasion, one that will be talked about for ages! But this week? Isn’t that week, this isn’t that special circumstance. Matthew, you’re good, but the time is not right for me to go down just yet. But what will happen, and I feel fully confident saying this, you will be my first legitimate threat, and my first legit stepping stone, thank you, and congratulations,

 

(Ahren finishes his coffee, gets up, and throws it at the same guy because he’s a gluten for punishment and should’ve moved seats by now anyways.. and walks off camera, only to come back for the smile, thumbs up and wink... Before walking off again)

It seems that Diamond Cage always has someone to accuse or something to whine about as if nobody else in this company has had to go through their own strives. He continually paints himself as a lone wolf with the weight of the world on his shoulders not realizing that he has always had the one advantage that many elitists in this company lack from the start and that is the backing of the people. In light of it all, it probably is not surprising to realize why he is so pessimistic. He has always been so fixated on what is not there and that in turn has made him into a deranged lunatic instead of a striving hall of famer that I ultimately became. Dynasty is no more my home than it is yours, in fact, I could really care less about it. Loyalty is just another agonizing stigma enforced on us by society because it would not really matter to me what brand I was on, if I had a reason to fight, I would fight. But Cage, it just so happens that we are indeed on Dynasty and there is nothing we can do to change that. We bleed a color of royal red epitomized by the greatest of dynasts and that means representing our brand to the fullest. The only dilemma I seem to be facing here is the validation of those who claim they are worthy of being in the same team as me. I have made my thoughts on Alex Wilder more or less known, TLA is worthwhile for his position and Jacob Senn has proven himself suitable in the past. Whilst the only thing you Cage have demonstrated to me since your return is your lack of intensity in the ring that you once so prided yourself on. Your words have as much blunt dynamism as they always did but the intense light that surrounded your aura when you used to fight no longer exists. Perhaps you have lost your motivation or no longer have an appetite since you have already tasted world title gold but all I know is that you are not fit at this point to join Team Dynasty and represent the same group that I am a part of. You have derided others for sinking so low yet you below all have sunk the furthest than anyone else from being a prestigious fighter to a slight overstep for the world champion. Even I took that man to his limits without it needing to be a world title match whilst you could barely hold your own. If there is one person you need to look at this time and reprimand for not living up to their fullest, you should hold up a mirror and realize that it is you Diamond Cage and no one else.

Until you get over this predicament that you currently seem to be facing Diamond Cage, you are not allowed to speak for this brand. You may not care for the set of rules or boundaries set before you but you must still have enough pride left within yourself to not allow yourself get showed over by elitists from another brand. I have been in this company for only a year longer than you have Cage and I can admit that the duo of us more than any other have been sighted by the authority but if I was able to conquer that precedent, represent myself on the most pinnacle stage of the year two years in a row and be inducted into the Hall of Fame then I know you can do much of the same. But until you stop inviting yourself into avoidable controversies, you will never get to where I am. You have this need to get into inessential fights that do not concern you and make them all about you. You try to be the badarse who does not care about anything and uses pity to get far as he can but the matter of fact is that all of it takes a toll on you. Perhaps the reason that you have lost your edge recently is because the toll has piled up to an unbearable level, you cannot take that extra punch and bleed out anymore, you no longer have it. What Diamond Cage will ultimately come to realize is that no one really cares about what he has done in the past, only the present will come to define him. There is no conspiracy, you do what you can in the present moment and are subtly rewarded for it. I know you do not care for formalities much but at the same time see yourself preferable to me because of your past history so whether you believe it or not, there is some zeal that I want to get off of my back against you. It has to be you because in order to prove my total sovereignty over this brand as I did a year ago on Voltage, I must defeat every adversary to my throne in any way. And if for nothing else, I must defeat you on the merit of your career's days of yore. I know this may not seem like a fair match but as a man without much procedure, I highly doubt you care much. Plus it is not like me to participate in such forced drivel matches with all too much intention anyways. Do not get me wrong, I am much too pretentious to let my streak of being undefeated on Dynasty go to waste but I would not care in the slightest how you get put down as long as you are down. Dynasty will be a whole new revelation for you as you finally come face to face with the emir and realize with what you could have been Diamond Cage, that much is certain.

When you really look back it Hades, you really do not live in the House Eclipse Diemos built, as much as I would like to agree with my business associate on this one you live in a home with much richer heritage, much more sweat came from the brow to build, rebuild, and rebuild once again the house you live in Hades. It is the house that Kevin Devastation built slick, a glorious structure that is Casa De Devione, the house built by a God amongst men, where Champagne is enjoyed, as we celebrate every day the name in which built the place, THE FACE THAT BUILT THE PLACE! His face is on every portrait, his likeness adorns the great halls of Casa De Devione, the trophies I have won, the championships I have taken, the accomplishments I have earned, all of it stands here in this great manor to the God that is ME.

By the way, Lucian Black...Champ, your still the bitch you were when I ran this pace, and ran you...But back on topic.

Come on Hades you can do better than calling ME a cancer, you know I am much more to your career now that you have proven to be a wasted experiment, and a waste of my time. It was billed as the new faces of fear vs The Last Two Outlaws left. I guess even then you could not shy away from trying to outdo me, trying to show the world that Hades can do it on his own, that Kevin Devastation is a back drop, that Kevin Devastation is a second class citizen. By the way how'd that work out for you slick? Get what you wanted? Oh yeah that's right you got dropped on your head with a Crucifixion piledriver, and showed to the world as the snot nosed little Devawannabee that you always were. You were shown to the world at Pain For Pride that YOU, that HADES THE HELLRAISER AIN'T NOTHIN BUT KEVIN DEVASTATIONS BITCH! And you couldn't let it go could ya? You couldn't tuck your little tail between your legs and run off, NO YOU JUST KEPT COMING BACK, AND YOU COST ME A MATCH AGAINST A MAN WHO IS NOT WORTH A PERCENT OF ME! AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONE! But oh no Hades you did not realize that I am not just a backdrop, I am not second class, I am first class. From the hotel rooms to the islands resorts to the flights and catering. Kevin Devastation is first class no matter what you think, so now like the big dumb dog you are Hades, who kept coming back, you fell into a trap set up by me and Eclipse. You fell into a trap hook line and sinker, because you were hungry for a fight. Well lemme tell you something you big dumb dog, you have had enough, your master is telling you to stop eating, and I am taking the food bowl away for good very soon Hades. Because you look to fight on Dynasty, which is a wing in the House that Kevin Devastation built, but not I. I look forward down the line, I look forward down the line to see you in our match at the ppv, the match that never before has happened in EAW. Grave Consequences, I've been a deadman, you've been a deadman, I've been an outlaw, you've been an outlaw...But only one of us has been a God Hades, and at Territorial Invasion, much like on Dynasty this week, you are gonna step up, and we are gonna go face to face, and you will shoot your arrows from atop the tower of Babel...And you still will not be able to touch God.

 








 




 


 


 










 



 


 

What follows is the usual video package that... Wait, it's not. This time it's actually an interview with Michael Belfort and Tomas Elliot. Well now ain't that a progress: at least this time he deigned to show up in an actual EAW interview area, instead of just shooting the whole thing from his own living room.


Michael: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, one of the most recent wrestlers to join the Dynasty roster, the soon-to-debut Tomas Elliot!


Tomas: Talk about a weak introduction right there, Michael! But thank you nonetheless: on behalf of all the EAW fans, thank you for giving them this opportunity to hear what I have to say.


If this was an anime, Michael Belfort would already have a sweat drop on the side of his head by now.

Michael: I don't even know how I am supposed to comment that line... Anyway, it appears that your debut for the Dynasty roster is rapidly approaching: do you-


Tomas: Oh I get, I get it, you want to ask me if I think that my presence will improve the quality of Dynasty as a product.


Michael: Uh... Actually I...


Tomas: Well if I have to be completely honest, I don't really believe that things can change that rapidly. Even with an internationally recognized superstar such as myself, this roster will still be plagued by its major problem: the insane abundance of cartoonish characters. The prestige that an actual, successful athlete of my caliber will bring to the roster cannot be overstated, but still, I cannot solve the problem by myself: on that note, I am at least happy that my opponent for my debut appears to be a legitimate fighter.


Michael: Right... On that note, Tig Kelly-


Tomas: Oh I get it, I get it, you want to ask me how much my style has influenced Tig Kelly's growth as a wrestler in his early years.


Michael: What? Of course n-


Tomas: Well, that is actually a very intriguing question. During my many successful exploits all around the world, I have indeed wrestled in a couple of irish wrestling federations: indeed, one of my first successful title defenses took place in Galway, when I retained the IFHW Interregional Championship in a three way match against the brothers Aiden and Nigel Gillen. I can only imagine that Tig, who by my count was 9 years old at the time, was in the crowd of 197 rabid fans that witnessed my winning effort: I wouldn't be surprised to hear that it was that very moment that inspired him to become a professional wrestler himself!


Michael: Somehow, I doubt that's the case... Anyway, what do you think-


Tomas: Oh I get it, I get it, you want to ask me what, in my opinion, will make the difference in our match, this coming friday on Dynasty.


This time, Michael appears to be genuinely surprised.

Michael: Well what do I know, that's actually the question I wanted to ask!


Tomas: Isn't it? I just know you that well, Michael.


Michael: Actually, this is the first time we have ever spoken to one ano-


Tomas: Anyway, the difference between myself and Tig is clear as day: anxiety. Upon stepping in the ring with a wrestler as accomplished as myself, a wrestler who has held 47 prestigious championship belts throughout his career, a wrestler who has inspired him to pursue a career in this business...


Michael: Are you STILL hung up on that?


Tomas: ... He will of course feel a lot of pressure, he will be anxious to prove that he can be a worthy opponent for me, that he can measure up with me. Of course, I will feel nothing of the sort, and since those who feel anxiety tend to commit mistakes, that will of course give me a major advantage.


Michael: If you say so... Anyway, ladies and gentlemen this is all for now, stay tuned for more exciting EAW action!


[DISCLAIMER: someone in the chat told me Tig was 23, hence why I went with the "I probably inspired him to become a wrestler" gag. If that info was wrong and Tig is the same age as my character or, even worse, older, the whole thing can justified in-universe by keeping in mind that, as it should be abundantly clear by now, Tomas Elliot the character is a delusional fool, so dropping twisted and flat-out false bits of info is the kind of thing he would do]

Well don't I feel special; receiving a lecture on the importance of conduct, morals, ethics, and things of that nature by a man who practically kidnapped and brainwashed every single member of his deluded cult.  You just can’t write that kind of irony.  I love it.  I knew you wouldn’t be thrilled about my arrangement with my brother-from-another, but since when do I need your approval to do anything?  I’m not one of your followers, children, or acolytes.  I’m the original fear.  Death taken man-form.  He, whose mantle you aim to seize.  Never forget that.  I fail to see how that bit of information is even relevant to you or the upcoming contest, but if you must know my motivation behind aligning with Omerta was found upon Crash’s discreet diplomatic techniques.  That’s right.  All you had to do to get me to join your little clubhouse was respectfully request that I join -- in fact, that’s all I have ever wanted in return from the EAW Cosmos.  For them to give me the respect I am due for all the years of sacrificing, never complaining, never having public altercations with any peer that went beyond the ring, and for remaining loyal to this company for nearly half a decade.  If you were truly a pupil of mine you would already know that.  But considering the first impression you gave when we initially brushed shoulders, you are the furthest thing from.  Although I have rid my hands of you, at least for the time being, I still struggle to find a method to your madness; for conversation’s sake, what happens if you did engulf the entire company in fear?  What’ll happen to it then -- what‘ll happen to you?  What’ll be your next course of action and what’ll come of the Sanatorium?  Call me old school, but this entire endeavor seems utterly pointless.  Meanwhile Omerta has a plan -- albeit, a rather simple one, but it’s a goal nevertheless.  And if what I’ve seen from you thus far – continuous assaults on unsuspecting people, circumstantial wins by way of run-interference – has any correlation to the future of this company, then I’m glad I won’t have to stomach the deterioration of what I once held near and dear to a chill over my cold heart for too much longer credited to those as courageous as our World Heavyweight Champion, who are more than willing to take a stand against adversity, waiting in the wings.  When they have something as valuable as their pride…integrity…and the hopes of all those people on the line, they are as inhuman as you or me.  Heed my advice; this will be no cake walk.  You’d have a better chance at getting struck by lightning than striking fear into that man’s heart.  Believe me.  I looked into his eyes before and was shocked to see the boldness that was peering back into mine.  He was unlike anyone that I have ever faced.  Even greats like DEDEDE and Jaywalker…or present day stars like Scott Oasis and Ares Vendetta have shrieked in my presence, but I’m convinced that Black has no fears.  His willingness to always give two hundred percent and never back down to anyone -- mortal or god-like -- dead or undead -- makes him one of the more distinct competitors I've ever been placed with.  Someone unique.  Someone special.  And unlike you, someone who stood toe to toe with the biggest dog in the yard and proved that pound for pound he was a worthy adversary.  I pity any man foolish enough to challenge him for the World Championship, even you, because he fought several years to get to this pivotal moment in his career.  Though you’ve never been a World Champion so I wouldn’t expect you to understand what it’s like.  To have the Official place that coveted strap into your hands…to hear the ovation of the crowd as you stare blankly into your warped reflection in the face of the solid gold plating…to look back on all those years -- not months -- but years of heart wrenching disappointments, constant letdowns, and repetitive failures to capture what you now hold in your hands knowing that it has all finally paid off!  This may be a sequence you’ve dreamed of multiple times, but it isn’t one you have experienced like me or Black.  When you have been through as many trials as we have and manage to get the Big One, you are hell bent on never allowing anyone or anything come between you or it.  It took five men to take the Answer’s Championship from me -- but in accordance to Black, I don’t even think Death could free it from his grasp.  Although we aren’t what you’d classify as the ideal pairing, I’m confident that we can both find some common ground in our shared disgust for you.  Kevin Devastation being there is just the icing on the cake as I’ve had troubles forgetting the events of our last encounter.  In what was supposed to be a singles match that showcased your innate ability to excel on your own and prove without a shadow of doubt that you are my successor, showed me and the surrounding world how cowardly you really are.  If you hadn’t already, with his recent fall to Jacob Senn, you will regret your allegiance with Kevin Devastation.  The man is a cancer.  He can’t help but cheapen the value of everything he comes within arm’s reach of.  Your Sanatorium will be no different.  The stage is set and your script, much like fate, has already been written.  Credited to the combustible elements that remain in wake of this conflict, I can already foresee the tragic ends.  There it is…reduced to a mound of ash and ruin…the House that Diemos built.

THE LEADER OF THE DYNASTY TEAM GOING INTO TERRITORIAL INVASION! Do I have to stand on the highest mountain in order to shout out exactly what has been bestowed upon me? I took a look at the other candidates and none of them are the “MVE of Dynasty” or your Dynasty Ambassador, as I shall be called going forward. For months I’ve had to sit on the sidelines of Showdown before I unceremoniously given the reigns while keeping that Titanic staying afloat in a sea of mediocrity. HRDO knows my talents, he knows that I’m not only the future of Dynasty but that I’m the present. I’m the guy who is going to bring this brand to new heights and that would require making sure that our team is free from unruly, maniacs like Diamond Cage. A man like Diamond Cage is unfit to be apart of a match in which all the stakes are on the line, a match that determines which brand has superiority over the other. I’m not going to become some kind of punk-ass bitch to a bunch of nobodies on the Voltage Team, because if you take a look at the who is on our side versus who they got, it’s like the goddamn all-star team against a Division III NCAA football team. What does Voltage have on their team, Nathan Fiora?? Hahaha!!! They got their impressive Hardcore Champion, who is probably the spearhead to be leading figure of a band of a bunch of misfits to go against a team of absolutely ruthless murderers. Maybe we should send over someone like Lucas Johnston in order to make the playing ground a little bit more fair.

My vice captain, Jacob Senn, could single-handedly beat that entire team of nuggets all by himself, but I’ll do my duty to make sure that Dynasty stays on top. I do have demands to be apart of this team though.

Devan Dubian is not to touch me.
Devan Dubian is to not tag me in.
Devan Dubian is to not look at me.
Devan Dubian is to not breath the same air as me.
Approximately 60 green M&M’s.

The fact that I have to team up with someone like Devan Dubian, a man who got choked out cold and left in his own drool as he went “nighty night”, is a goddamn insult to a man who is representing Dynasty with his passion and tears. Alex “Your Dynasty Ambassador” Wilder AKA The MVE of Dynasty, AKA THE CAPTAIN OF TEAM DYNASTY! It was fitting for HRDO to put Diamond Cage into a position in which he wasn’t going to win because there is no way in hell that he is going to go through me. In fact, Diamond isn’t even going to go through TLA, because TLA should be sitting in the main event with me instead of carrying a belt that is going to wear him down. I’m not angry over the fact that TLA beat me at Pain For Pride, I might have been at one point but TLA made me realize that being the Interwire Champion wasn’t going to do anything for my career. I needed to go to the next level and proclaim my status as a main event player.

I’m sure there is going to be some kind of magic bullshit which will help Diamond Cage win against three top-level performers, just take a look at the circumstances, some kind of luck is going to play a factor. I’m sure there are already plans to screw me over in some way so that Diamond Cage can earn the fifth spot in our little group, but I’ll be sure to keep my eyes peeled because for the sake of TLA, Senn, and even Dubian, we have to join together to make sure that a savage like Cage won’t be allowed into this exclusive club of winners. I don’t hate Diamond Cage, I don’t have any kind of affinity but I do know that Diamond Cage is the weak link in this chain of superiority, he can be the man who spells disaster for this team. As the team captain of this group and as an Ambassador of Success, it is in the general interest of the group that we go ask someone like Scott Oasis or even a Tig Kelly to man the front lines with the very best that this brand has to offer. I HATE LOSING. Just the thought of losing to a bunch of ragtag idiots being collected over on Team Voltage makes me sick to my stomach, which is why, just this one time, Dubian….TLA….we must band together to stop miscreants such as Diamond Cage from having membership to this group of Elite. It’s for our own good, even if we want to rip out each other’s throats.

This is why I’m the most qualified member on the roster to be Team Captain, it’s because I’m looking out for the betterment of all of us, even when I should selfishly take care of myself. I’m willing to look at the best interest of one of my most hated rivals and also, the man who took away my Interwire Championship. If you guys just follow my lead, I’ll show you to a path of victory starting with an utter beatdown of Mr. Cage.

There you go with your stupidity again....

I expected better from you Chris, something new, something refreshing, but I guess a dummy will never learn huh?

Trying to tell me that you’re better than me? Trying to end my career? Don’t want to lost your belt in your first title defence? You want to know what my reaction is for all those cliches lines? Well then....

*Yawn*

It doesn't hurt me Chris, not at all. If anything, it makes me bored. It doesn’t make you somebody either Chris. If anything, it makes you look stupid. It makes you look like an idiot. It makes you look like a dummy. I guess it’s you who really are right Chris? You said I only have 1 percent chance to beat you and guess what?

It doesn’t change anything.

It doesn’t change the fact that I have a chance to beat you. It doesn’t change the fact that I’ll be the next New Breed Champion. Sorry Chris, I have no sympathy for you either. You spent 7 years just to be a New Breed Champion, but should I really care about that? No. You could have been a mutltiple time champions, you could have been a hall of famer, but you didn’t because you were a dummy. You were a dummy then, and you are a dummy now. You are a dummy because you think you can beat me with ease. Ask anyone who have underestimated me. Ask anyone who even needed a special type of match or certain situations to beat me. Sure, some beat me, some didn’t. But one thing for sure, I shocked them with I really have inside my tank. You won’t be so difference Chris. You’ll reacted the same way they did. You’re even going to have a heart attack when I show you what I’m really capable off. Now, I want that belt and I’m going to take that away from you. Your wave of confidence, will be turning into countless tears of yours.

You said it yourself that you don’t know how would you come back AFTER losing to ME and guess what? You’re going to struggle with living a normal life. You’re going to struggle to restart your career ONCE AGAIN. You’re going to struggle to come back to the ring. You’re going to struggle with EVERYTHING. 7 years are NOT enough to make you a somebody. No, no, 7 years are NOT enough to make you a MAN. You are childish, you aren’t prepared enough to lost that belt. Hell, you aren’t even prepared enough to bring your all to beat me. You don’t even take yourself seriously and guess what? Your arrogance is going to lead you to your own grave. It will lead you to an empty sand, because that’s all you really are Chris, an empty soul.

You are empty Chris. You could have been beaten Ares Vendetta, but you didn’t. Not because you aren’t talented enough to beat him, but because your ego has eaten everything you have inside your heart. You DON’T have the fires inside you anymore. You DON’T have the honors inside you anymore. You DON’T have the hunger inside you anymore. Those elements have faded away once you won the New Breed title. Sure, you are a fighting champion and I really appreciate it that you gave me this chance to be the next New Breed Champion, but if you don’t have anything inside you anymore, then what makes you a fighting champion?

I did say I’m an upgraded version of yourself, but did I ever say I want to be like you? No Chris, not at all. You aren’t the first underdog in this bussiness. Do you even know when did this business start? Ages ego. There’s COUNTLESS of our kind. We both aren’t unique. We both aren’t special. But one thing for sure, that I’m programmed to fight any obstacles that thrown into me. If you beat me, I’ll just get back up and train harder even more to be a success. No matter how long it takes, I believe I’ll be a Champion here. The thing is, I don’t need 7 years to do so. I’ll be a champion here sooner than you think. And whether you like it or not, I’m going to beat you this Saturday on Showdown.

That being said, what makes you think you can really kicked me out from this bussiness Chris? I didn’t say I want to leave. Is there something wrong in your head? In case I didn’t make it clear, let me use this opportunity to do so. Yes I could, but I never wanted to leave. Never even think about it. Never has and never will. I have proven myself that I have tough bones and body. If my skills isn’t good enough to beat you, then let me show you how durable I am. The question is, can you really keep it up with my durability? Nah, I don’t think so.

Enjoy your reigns while you still can Chris. Because this Saturday, I’m going to take that away from you. And that’s going to be your only title reign. Hah! I can make a joke too right?

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown. The words of the talented horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft. A man who understood just how fear works. How it...plays to the minds of the weak and the helpless. How it twists at the hearts and minds of all those poor and lost souls that fear for their own safety. The liars of our world want to twist fear around, playing it over and over in our heads. We worship this idea of peace and of serenity, when in the end, it’s that desire for peace and serenity that have caused for us such pain and such harm. Our lives are broken by those desires, do you notice that? You ever notice that the more that we desire peace from our fear of the unknown...the more that we subject ourselves to the dangers of confinement. We find that our fears of the unknown make us become what we thought we would never be! Our fear of the unknown threat of what is beyond our borders, gave rise to terrorism. The fear of religious persecution, gave rise to those that persecuted the religions of others. The fear of failing to become nothing more than a puppet, turned you into a marionette.”

Eclipse’s voice whispered softly as the sweeping camera moved around the household of the Diemo’s mansion. The darkness only illuminated by flashes of lightning. Trees, their branches picked clean of the leaves, reaching their skeletal hands out towards what seemed to be nothing. The rain poured heavily upon the scene, a somber tone to its dismal song as it continued to pour down. Every lightning strike illuminated another set of the exterior of the household. Pristine in its darkness, the abysmal nature of it casting a strange and melancholic sensation over the rest of the area. As if this castle of a home was trying hard to protect its residence from the outside world, the world that had driven them to seek its shelter. It’s windows, the eyes. The rain slicking it, as if it was weeping for the dwellers inside, who could not lament their own suffering. This, the house that Diemos built, would cry for them all. As if pulled away from the scene, the vision swept back down to the forest of the house. Further strikes of lightning continued to illuminate the scene, giving light to the world that had tried so desperately to break them.

A rock shattered the idleness of the rain. The peace broken by the sound of shattered glass. Cassidy smirked as she picked up a second rock, tossing it a few times in her hand before throwing it through another window. The glass shattered on impact, and thunder drowned out the laughter of the six kids. Jordan, Monica, JC, Cassidy, Jacqui, and Blake. Kids who were so desperate to prove that their worth as teenagers, was far superior to the ‘stories’ they had heard of this house.

“There, see! Two rocks through the window, and I’m not dead! Nothing happened!” Cassidy yelled into the camera that was being held by Zeke. That was one myth proved false. The house itself could not kill you if you damaged it.
“Yeah...we just broke two windows. Can we be done now? I’m getting fucking soaked.” Jacqui mumbled, as she pulled her hoodie on further, Zeke wrapping a single arm around her shoulder to keep her from shivering.
“Nah not yet. Besides, bet that house has some fucking awesome stuff inside of it, right?” Monica mumbled, a smirk on her face. Jordan’s hand was firmly down the back of her pants, palming her sizeable rear as a mischievous and lecherous grin was on her face. It wasn’t enough to just shatter a mirror. There had to be more. There had to be more to the crimes that they committed to the sanctity of the home. More crimes to prove that they were in fact braver than the myths that were told around school. Crimes that they would record, to prove them as heroes. JC, rolling his eyes at everyone just talking and not doing much of anything, was the first to stand. He raced away from the group, heading to the front door and diving under the roof of it, so that the rain stopped pouring down so heavily on him.
“Hey! While you all are busy getting fucking drenched, I’m gonna head inside!” JC called before turning and knocking a few times on the door for sport. He turned once more to the group, as they began racing towards the door, except for Monica and Jordan, who shooed them along as Monica turned around, wrapping her legs around Jordan’s waist in the rain.
“Ya’ll really gonna fuck out here?!” Cassidy shouted as she looked at the two of them, Monica rolling her eyes as she pressed her lips against Jordan’s the raining drowning out the noise of the noticeable moans emanating from the two. Zeke grinned as he slid his hand down Jacqui’s pants, though it was quickly grabbed and pulled away before he could get any further, her eyes shooting daggers into his soul.
“Just...get inside fast, ok?” Jacqui called out before JC pulled open the door and slowly walked into the dark home, lightning cracking against the sky which sent the others in quickly.


“Hey look at that...we got some privacy.” Monica whispered seductively into Jordan’s air, moaning softly as his hand slapped at her thick ass. She let a laugh bubble out from her lips as she nipped at his neck before pulling away from him, shaking her hips as she walked a short  distance from him, teasingly bending over to slide her wet jeans off from her hips.
“God damn girl.” Jordan whispered softly, quickly starting to tug his shirt off before he turned around sharply as he heard a twig snap. He stared in the direction he thought he heard the leaves before rolling his eyes and turning his back to the beautiful view in front of him. Monica grinned as she twirled her panties on her finger, before letting it fly and watching it hang up on a tree branch. She reached her hands down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it off slowly and throwing it aside as well as Jordan yanked his own shirt free, throwing it aside. Monica drew closer, smiling as he noticed that she was not wearing a bra today. His hands reached up to touch her exposed breasts, the glint of the rain shining down from them before the sound of a few giggles interrupted them.
“Ok, who the fuck is still here?! Cassidy, that you?!” Jordan shouted into the rain. He felt the warmth of the rain slide down along his hands and he turned his attention back to Monica, only to jolt back in horror.


Monica gurgled out of the blood that was foaming from her throat. A hook, that of which would be used to hang meat, had pierced through the back of her throat, coming out from her mouth. Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head before Jordan shot back as her body began lifting. His eyes moved to the long chain that slid from the hook, the chain looping along a tree branch. The lightning illuminated the holder of the chain, a figure cloaked in a ‘mask’ of sorts. A full pig’s head, hollowed out and baring its teeth. Monica gurgled once more as she was lifted higher up into the tree, until she hung, naked and bathed in blood and rain. Jordan stood up, racing towards the house before the masked figure reached out his hand, taking a hold of Jordan’s throat. Jordan felt his body lift off the ground and was held in place, his legs scrabbling against the rain slicked butchers tunic that this monster was wearing. He tried to scream but his words were nothing but soft squeaking. He reached out to grasp at the mask but an intense pain shot through his entire body as it was slammed against a rock. He could feel the bones in his spine twist and shatter under the impact, and he opened his mouth to let out a scream. His eyes didn’t open to see the machete slowly being pulled free of its place on his hip. He didn’t see the glint of the blade in the lightning, nor the swiftness of motion as it cleaved his head from his throat. The splash of blood, muted by the darkness. A final lightning strike, illuminating the children as the masked figure turned back to Monica, watching her writhe against the hook before finally succumbing to suffocation and pain, her body going limp. The figure snorted before looking to the broken windows, as a soft mist rose from the mouth. They had made a horrible mistake. They had damaged the home. The House that Diemos Built.





“Do you know what puppets are, Lucian? Puppets don’t know that they are puppets. They are neither alive, nor are they dead. They simply are. They exist to do what they are programmed to do. You? You are what the company desires to see as its star. You are the person that the men in suits want to see as the leader. You are what the suits desire to view in power. You, the dog with no leash, have chained yourself to the whims of a man who cares only for ratings and monetary value. He cares not for anything you do, not really. He enjoys seeing what you can do when you remain on the top of the food chain. He doesn’t like the vision of Dynasty that he sees with me on the top. The bloodshed I shall bring. The horror I will wreak upon the entirety of the EAW realm. That title, the gold, doesn’t mean what you think it means to me. I don’t view it as a way that I shall bring myself up, not in that sense. That title is what I consider the start of my revolution. That title is a shackle to you. It has locked you down. You are trapped in it now. The corporation that holds sway over you and your every whim. That title is what is your cage, the gilded cage of a trapped beast. I don’t want to face a chained beast. Why would I? I have made my life based around facing my fears. My fear of being destroyed. Of being forgotten. Of fading away into the distance, and not having a single person remember me. That is my purpose. My goal. What I desire above anything else. I desire to be a mark and an impact upon this world. This crown has gotten me far, Lucian. This crown has put recognition on what I am. The kind of horror that I can inflict upon everyone and everything in this world. That title. That title will put my name into history. No one will be able to say that they do not know who I am. Or who I was. I was the man that took the title from you. I was the man that took my legacy, despite every hardship that the men in suits want to throw to those like me. I am not going to be denied, not by those that want to look at my accomplishments and deny them because I do not fit their mold. I will not be denied because of my appearance. Not because of my personality. I will attain what I want.”


The group looked around at the inside of the house, before the sound of thunder shook the home. Jacqui jolted forward, grasping at Cassidy who wrapped an arm around her as JC and Zeke rolled their shoulders, trying to hide their fear behind bravado.
“Well...fuck ‘em. They wanted to stay behind and screw, gives us time to explore” JC shouted to the rest of them as he moved on to heading down the hallways. Cassidy watched him go with an irritated look before snatching the camera from Zeke and switching it onto night vision mode. Jacqui watched the two of them as she looked to see if she should go with either one before the thunder shook the house again. She shot backwards, Zeke taking hold of her and pulling her close, though she struggled for a moment. Cassidy seemed to ignore them as she raced up the stairs, letting the wood creak under her feet as she walked. Every sound seemed to echo along the hallway as she moved through the halls. Every step seemed to echo softly in the halls as she walked. Her eyes scanned along each hallway, knocking on a few of the doors as she did so, just to see if anything interesting occurred. She continued to knock before her eyes moved to the end of the hallway. Standing at the very end of the hallway was a young girl, black hair flowing down to her neck. Her revealed eye held a strange smile to it. A light that shined in its darkness. Cassidy let out a soft breath, looking around at the other rooms in confusion before inching towards the girl.
“Umm...hi.” Cassidy called out to the girl, inching closer and closer. The girl didn’t move. Just smiled. Cassidy inched a bit closer, her hand outstretched as the thunder cracked once more. Rain splashed against her hand, and her eyes shifted over to the broken window. The rain continued to fall outside, and she felt a twinge of regret for her throwing the rock at the window. This house was nice...even in the rain. Her eyes traced along the forest before they settled on something swaying in the rain. Her eyes caught sight of feet, before the lightning illuminated the whole naked form. Monica. Cassidy felt a scream entering her throat before she felt a hand grasp at her shoulder. She spun out of fear gasping loudly as the girl stood in front of her. She brushed her hair aside, her forehead laden with a bloody and gaping hole. Her mouth began to writhe open, pushing past the level that it normally would in a regular human. A loud gurgle began to bubble forth from her mouth as he head writhed, firing in multiple directions.


The doors along the hallway began to open and close all at once, laughter screaming free from every one of the open doors. Cassidy turned sharply screaming as she raced away from the sounds of laughter. She tore across the hallway, racing towards the other end of the hallway.


Her body crashed against the door at the end of the hallway, trying to yank the door open with all of her strength. The sounds of laughter and of pounding footsteps filled her ears as she continued to try and tug the door open before it fully flung open. She dived inside, slamming the door closed and locking it behind her as she let out short breaths. Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked at the pitch black of the room. She looked around in worry, before grabbing the camera, slowly lifting it up to her eye and switching on the night vision. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes took in the sight of…


“What the fuck is this room?” JC shouted as he walked around the basement floor of the house. His eyes could barely pick up what was in the room. He ran his hands along the wall, letting out a slow breath before stopping his motion as something slick slid down his fingers.
“God...fucking rain.” JC grunted as he wiped his finger against his shirt before searching the wall again for a light switch. He felt his fingers find something. Something metallic. He tugged at it, trying to push it up before something hard gripped at his hand. Fingers crushing at his own as JC tried to pull his hand away.
“Zeke, if this is you…” JC began but stopped as the creature in front of him snorted. Mist rising from the tusked mouth of its face as it pinned him against the wall. It snorted again before throwing him across the darkness, his body crashing against the wall with a harsh thud. He let out a soft groan, dragging his body against against the ground before screaming as something sharp impaled through his left hand. The pain fired every synapse of his body as he writhed against the ground, grabbing at whatever had his hand pinned. The creature watched him struggle before clearing the table of what seemed like random items, grabbing what it wanted. It tilted the item slowly in its hands before clicking it, a whirring noise filling the air. A drill. The creature grasped at JC’s head, lifting it up slowly as he slowly pressed the drill bit inside of his air. JC could hear nothing but the whirring sound, and his legs shook against the ground as he begged and pleaded for this thing to stop. He screamed as the first bit of pain fired through his head, his hearing vanishing and being replaced by searing agony as the drill bit passed through the ear drum. The creature held his head still, pressing his knee against his spine to keep him from trying to escape as he pulled the drill free, switching it off and wiping the blood from it. JC couldn’t speak, his words coming out as mumbles before he screamed again as the being pressed the drill bit into the other ear, piercing his other ear drum. JC screamed aloud, his eyes opening to witness the pigheaded being lifting the drill bit just over his head, and he swore he could see the mask tilt into a grin. The drill pierced through his forehead before he could ask for forgiveness from God. Not that he would hear. God didn’t exist. Not in the House that Diemos built.

“Hades. You learned nothing from our fights, have you? You did embrace your darkness, and I was so proud. So proud of the progress you had made, Hades. You were finally embracing who you were. Who I knew you to be. The king of darkness. The king of the world that I have taken from you! Yet...once more, the folly of our fears. Your fear of being left in the past. Your fear of being relegated to the darkness, alone. That you wouldn’t be strong enough, not strong enough to come against those that are new to this world of yours. And in the end, the darkness you have come back to...is not a darkness at all. You have left the shelter of the darkness that you tried to teach me, the darkness that you said you would never abandon! You tried the comfort of the darkness that I have adopted as my own, as my child, and you have traded it for a man who cares not for our darkness. He doesn’t care about what we can bring to EAW. You are a means to an end. Omerta isn’t a family. Not like Sanatorium. Not like my family. My family cares for one another, despite our differences. Though you may argue against that, with Madison and Stephanie, but you know the truth. You know that this, that my family, is united against what Omerta stands for. Omerta is power through greed. Through its own corruption of our ways. It has chosen to lead a path through these...codes of sins that they have twisted for human purposes. You know this Hades. You know that these are wrong. Tainted. Not our way. You rejected me. You rejected a family, only to take the hand of a man who laughs at our way. At our darkness. I’m not angry for this Hades, you had your reasons. You also know that I have mine. I have my own path. I’ve already carved past your carcass to find my way. To find my station in my world. You don’t matter anymore. You are the past of EAW. The past that saw you as a god of darkness. I...I will be its future. Its future doesn’t need a god. It needs what I am. It needs Fear. Fear Incarnate. Which is what I will bring to them. I will bring to them the fear that they so woefully want to deny. Fear. They will learn to fear what they have chosen to leave in the darkness.”


Jacqui raced up the stairs, Zeke trailing behind her as he grabbed at her wrist. She tugged her wrist away, glaring at him before he shoved her against the door of the upstairs room.
“No! You are not going to fucking keep denying me this. We have been dating for how fucking love, and you want to be a fucking prude?!” Zeke growled into her ear, turning her head to face him again as the thunder cracked outside. Jacqui winced and let out a soft cry of fear as Zeke ran his hands steadily along her cold brown skin. He grasped at her hips, tugging them against his own as he began to grind against her, his hot breath against her flesh. She squirmed again, before raising her knee up and slamming it into his groin. Zeke grunted in pain, his hands pushing away from her as he moaned in agony as she began to race away from him. The lightning cracked against the windows and the thunder shook the home once more as she raced into the darkness of the upstairs hallway, trying to find an escape from Zeke who had picked himself up from his pained stupor and was now racing after her angrily. She raced to the nearest door, pressing herself against it and tugging at the handle as she tried to open it. Locked. She slammed her fists against the door, crying out in fear as Zeke stopped his run, now walking calmly towards her. He grasped at her wrists, lifting them into the air and pinning them over her head as he punched her in the stomach.


Jacqui doubled over in agony, bending down and coughing before Zeke pulled her face up to his groin, undoing the button and slowly unzipping the zipper.
“I’ll fucking bite it. I swear to fucking god.” she coughed before he swung his fist again, striking her across the face.
“You do and I fucking knock teeth out. You are not denying me this. We are going to fuck, whether you want to fuck or not.” he snarled back beginning to pull down his pants before he released her, looking straight ahead in shock and fear. The door that Jacqui was trying to open had been opened. Kneeling, at the head of the door, was Cassidy, the camera pressed against her eye as her arms shook. The lightning illuminated the sight of what she was gazing at. Impaled against the wall was a student from their school. His ginger hair soaked with blood, turning it a stained brown. Nails had been dug into his palms, and three more nails had been placed in accordance to his face. One keeping his mouth open, and the other two keeping his dead, soulless eyes gazing forever forward. A candle was lit inside of his mouth, the wax having coated his entire tongue.
“What the fuck?” Zeke whispered in fear as the lightning illuminated the looming figure standing behind him. The figure snorted, the mist pushing free from the pig head as it revved the engine of the chainsaw it held. Zeke turned sharply, only to turn too late. The teeth of the chains revved against his stomach and the being lifted him off the ground with it. The teeth tore through flesh, blood splashing against the ground as it threw Zeke through the window of the house, watching his body plummet and fall to the ground below. The sound of the body slamming into the ground was as a wet smack, dropping hard against the rocks and sticks below.


Jacqui felt the fear rising in her stomach as the pig headed being turned to look to her. She moved without another thought, her eyes turning to Cassidy for but a moment before she raced past the being. She couldn’t look to her friend any longer. The fear overriding every emotion she bolted from the hallway, able to hear the snorting of the being as she ran down the stairs and bolted through the open doors. The rain falling hard against her skin as her mind told her to survive. That Cassidy would be fine. That she would want her to run. Want her to get away. Want her to live. She knew that if she didn’t think these things that the guilt would hurt her forever. Cassidy would be alright. She would be. She would be. This was so stupid. So, fucking stupid to do this with everyone. She screamed into the forest, running as far as she could. As far and as fast as she could from the House that Diemos built.


Cassidy backed up against the wall as the Pigheaded being closed the door behind him, glaring down at her with its black eyes. The mist rose once more from its mouth as the being flipped on the light switch in the room, illuminating its blood soaked detail. The pig thing snorted again as Cassidy backed up as hard as she could, her body pressed against the rain slicked wall. It seemed to snort in laughter before its blood caked hand lifted up to its face, tugging at the snout before fully pulling it off. The pig mask falling to the ground and instead replaced with the smiling face of the owner of the home. Eclipse Diemos looked down at Cassidy, setting down the chainsaw and kicking it aside before he moved closer towards her. He knelt down, his hand sliding through her blonde hair, the blood soaking the tips in red. He let a smile trail along his entire face, as he drew his finger across his cheeks, drawing a smile in the blood along her lips.


“I know that face. I’ve seen you a few times with someone I know all too well. You’re Cassidy Vega, right? Tarah Nova’s little...prodigy. The little sister to the Vixen Killer. Don’t cry. I’m not going to kill you, what kind of standard would that set for someone that showed me something beautiful. Something that not even those that fight me are willing to show. That they are afraid of me. No, no little Vega, I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to let you live. I’m going to let you live. I want you to tell the world what you felt. That you were afraid. I want you to tell Tarah about this, go ahead. I know that she’ll feel anger. I know that it is going to come back to bite me...someday. But for now...you are alive. So...little Cassidy, you are proof. Proof of what fear can do. Fear can keep you alive. Fear can save you. Lucian Black and Hades, they want to set out to prove that their lack of fear is strength. It isn’t. I promise you. If they don’t fear me now, I’m going to make them fear me. I promise. Vega, go on. Tell the whole world. Tell the world that you’re scared.”


Eclipse reached down slowly, palming the camera and lifting it up to show Cassidy’s face. Tears rolled down her cheek as she tried to look away but Eclipse grasped her cheek, pointing it towards her face. She let out a soft cry as she nodded her head, looking up at the camera.

“I’m scared...help me.” she whispered softly as Eclipse laughed, throwing the camera against the wall as the cracked screen displayed a screaming Cassidy as Eclipse’s footsteps echoed past the camera, the lights shutting off entirely. Alone. Alone in the House that Diemos built.

You chose to be a success? Well that’s going to have to wait a while, I’m going to be that roadblock that stops you from succeeding Nobi.  I honestly don’t care what you chose because at the end of the night you’ll receive the exact opposite.  FAILURE.  You thinking you are going to defeat me and take my title from me my very first title defense? It’s insane and yeah I know what I said you have a chance of beating me however I forgot to mention that it’s like a 1 percent chance.  A one percent that you will try your best to make a hundred percent chance, you’ll fail though.  You will fall short a matter of fact you won’t even come short.  I’m on such a wave of confidence right now that I’ll say you won’t even get a single near fall on me.   Yeah I know this sounds a lot like the Chris Elite you guys used to hate but this time around I’m being completely honest.   This is not a bunch of bullshit I’m speaking these are facts.  Facts that I know are probably hurting your feelings.  I’m striking a couple of nerves with these facts I’m just adding more fuel to the fire right?  All this I’m saying about me you are just going to throw right back in my face right?
 
 
WRONG!
 
 
You couldn’t me anymore wrong Nobi and you want to know why that is? It’s simple really.  You’re not me.  You’re not Chris Elite I am the man who takes the opinions of people and all those insults that have ever been used against me before stepping in the ring with me.  I’m the one who throws it right back in there face.  I’m the one who took all the bullshit JJ Silva has ever said about me and then threw it right back in his face to take the championship away from him.  I’m the one who told everyone I’d walk out New Breed Champion and receive the biggest victory of my career AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I DID! Thing is though even with all the things we have in common we are still so different.   I have a hunger that no one else in this company possesses and that what makes me so scarier, that’s what makes me such a threat.   Every time I step in the ring I give it my all and not a single person can take that away from me.  Even against you Nobi I’ll put all my effort and strength into this match.  When I really don’t have too.  I can do exactly what Ares said he would do to me and not give me his best and still walk out the victor.   You can use all the moves in your list.  You can even add new ones to that list but it won’t be enough to take my championship.   After this failure Nobi it’ll probably be the final straw for you.   Just like I led JJ Silva to stop of his career after defeating him I’ll do the same to you.  Just proving my point that you don’t have the hunger that I do.  I mean you telling me after what 2 months?  You wanted to up and leave EAW after only 2 months of failure you were ready to leave?  From the time a year ago until not even a full month ago I’ve had nothing but failures.  From losing the 24/7 battle royal Pain for Pride 8 then a month later using to TLA trying to win the same title I have now and coming up short.   Then losing at House of Glass, than being embarrassed by some clown at Grand Rampage.   All the way to not succeeding at Pain for Pride 9.  After all of that never has a thought of leaving come to my head.   I knew I had to stick it out and not be a quitter and I’ll finally get the success I’ve always wanted.   Now look at me.
 
 
 
So if you’re ready to leave now then I promise I’ll make it happen.  This will be the final blow for the career of Nobi.   Well if it even counts as a career.   An upgraded version of myself?  Now I should go in the ring and end that match in 5 minutes for the level of disrespect towards me.  You are nowhere near me in any type of way.    You are a downgraded bootleg version of myself Nobi.   You try so hard to be like me and even have the same exact story I did like and it won’t go down like that.  What it took me 7 years to do you’ll do in months?  Nobi you won’t even be known in a few months hell you won’t even be remembered in 2 months.    I accepted your challenge because I am the fighting champion I said I was going to be and I accepted because I knew this was just a little test run challenge for what’s to come in the future.    Nobi you want to beat me so badly Saturday but like you said it’s just your plan.  What happens if you beat me? Then I guess that’s the final blow for my career because I don’t how I could come back after losing to you.   I’m going to ask you the same question though.  What happens if I defeat you?  Are you going to be back next week? Are we going to see you in the next couple of months?  Or will you tuck your tail between your legs and do what you should done after first tasting failure?  I have no prepared myself to lose the belt and there’s no need too this week or any other week I put this title on the line because day in and day out after the match is over.  I’ll be the one getting my title handed right back to me with my hand raised with me being announced as winner AND STILL NEW BREED CHAMPION!  So yeah you’re right this isn’t a Cinderella story hell it isn’t even the Nobi story.   It’s the story where I kick you right in the jaw pin you for the 1 2 3 and retain my championship.   It’s a short story Nobi. 
 
 
 
“I did pick up 1 win one week before Dia Del Diablo, but that’s it. That’s all I have. That’s all I got. That’s my only win so far here in Showdown.”
 
 
And it’s the only one you’ll ever get.

I think I made my case pretty clear:

I don't want the Answers World Championship.

I don't care about Ares Vendetta.

I only want to face one man... and one man only; Robbie V.

I'm not talking about The Legendary Sekaiichi, Mikado Sekaiichi, RoV, etc. I'm talking about the man that brought life into my career. I've done everything that I've possibly could achieve, but I know there's always "more". There's always more to achieve, but why get greedy? I already have a career that can be showcased on the walls forever. I've thrived when nobody expected me to. I can continue to go on about everything I've accomplished, but I simply don't care about boasting. I need to set that fixation aside momentarily though, because I'm about to revisit a point in my life where I expressed pure hatred. It's only fitting that I'm squaring off against one-half of a tag team that Cerberus was able to dethrone and retain against once more. I always knew that we'd have unfinished business. I'm actually left in awe with the momentum you've built in these past few weeks. I mean just look at you, without Drake Jaeger glued to your side --- you managed to "defeat" Ares Vendetta, "defeat" Lioncross, "defeat" Tyler Parker. Aren't you so proud of yourself? I imagine your inflated ego has reached new levels, even more than what it was before. I realize that tainted victories mean the world to you. It doesn't matter how you win the match, it's not about the honor, it's about getting the win at the end of the night. I mean, you going around with an empty briefcase for the longest time was hilarious. I never seen such entertainment from a delusional individual. You really had it imprinted in your mind that you were the one that retrieved the briefcase at Pain for Pride 9, but was unable to recapture the EAW Tag Team Championships in your actual match. I don't think there has ever been a time or place where one of our matches resolved in your pinning me or making me submit. The very first match where it was your first attempt to defend your titles, you lose. You remember Triple Threat? I made it all the way to the end, where I was brutalized to a bloody pulp by Tiberius Jones getting himself disqualified. And where it mattered most, where all the marbles were on the line, you didn't have it in you to take back what you believed to be yours.

Do you see this trend forming here? I can't predict how our match will genuinely turn out --- whether you somehow continue this luck of your enemy's enemies aiding you, or it's called right down the middle. I've adapted myself to confront all these situations. I've competed long enough to expect the unexpected. I know there's a bounty on my head placed by the Answers World Champion himself. He will do anything he possibly can to get this match with me. But I've already said before, facing Ares Vendetta is almost meaningless to me. What's there to get out of it? Let's say I go up against Ares Vendetta, I beat him, the only reason I'd keep the title is to defend it against Robbie V. I know I seem obsessed, but I envision this as being the most determined as I have ever been. I don't want to sound corny and be like "this isn't the same person you fought a few months ago", because that's just a cop out in case you lose. I was doing this company a charity at the Grand Rampage, Jones. What was your excuse for losing? You didn't make one, but instead you blatantly demonstrated how deranged you can be. Your mind was still in the point where you had the titles, I mean this isn't an unusual state of mind coming from you. I distinctly remember you stealing the EAW National Elite Championship away from The Pizza Boy and claimed you were "STILL" the champion. What's with you? I know you can't help the persistent outside interference, but at least show some real aspiration by bringing this delusion into reality. You'd be better off putting the fantasy aspect of your personality behind you. Don't live in the past, don't live in your head, live life in real time. I'm going out of my way to say this, because I know how sadistic you are. You may come off the guy that appears as a degenerate, but you can easily snap within a blink of an eye. You've also displayed that there's many faces to you and they're equally unpredictable. You're careless, reckless, and often foolish. I'm going to take advantage of each of those factors... and I'm going to put this winning spree you're on to an end --- one way or another.

(Stan Lawson is standing with a plucky female EAW developmental prospect, mic in hand.)

Stan: So Becky, tomorrow you get to show off your talent in your first dark match before the Empress of Elite Special. You sure must be excited!

Becky: I sure am Stan! I get the show the EAW universe what I'm- hey!

(Cloud pushes the jobber aside and grabs the mic with Mao behind her. She's wearing her training gear and looks sweaty and irate.)

Mao: Stephanie! You should-

Cloud: (turns around) I ain't gotta do *beep* but stay Half-Black and die Mao! (Points at the camera) You think you're real cute don't ya Nova!? Talking all that good *beep*, trying to brush me off as just another encounter! You think you can just prepare some magic speech that's going to give you a deus ex machina victory over me!? You think acting like some kind of lone soldier is gonna give you the drive to beat me!? This ain't anime girl and this surely ain't kayfabe! No amount of so-called confidence is going to ensure a victory over me! (Steps back) Go ahead sweets - recite another one of Cailin's throwaway lines because that's what you're actually are Tarah Nova ! You're a throwaway vixen who got lucky in an era where there was nothing but trash! And before you object I've already proven my point. Kendra and Cleo are heads mounted on my wall. Cam and Haruna's scared to fight me and you can't beat me without two other people in the ring! On two occasions that's been shown sweets so you might want to dial back on the courage a bit. If you want even an ounce of a chance at winning tomorrow, I suggest you take this fight seriously-

Becky: Hey! This is my mo-

(Matsuda Cloud Kicks Becky)

Stan: You Cloud Kicked Becky!

Cloud: (looks down) Now that Becky with the good hair is quiet (turns to camera) I can continue to address Bucky with the raven hair! You talk a big game for someone who just suffered the worst defeat of her life- but then again you Sirens talk so much *beep* that your transcripts can be used as a twenty page thesis about why you're awesome and the other person is not. Story time's over for all three of you. Welcome to Your Reality where the bad guy wins and Disney Princesses get lead to the slaughterhouse! You say I can't touch you but the day after we last crossed paths the internet was littered with pictures of your unconscious body laying by my feet next to Sleepy Ms. Jackson! Keep testing me Tarah, keep trying my *beep*ing patience. You-

Stan: Hey Matsuda we were-

(Cloud Kicks Stan)

Mao: (gasp) You kicked Stan!

Cloud: (throws hands up) See Tarah!? See what you made me do!? I kicked Stan...STAN! This is how much I can't stand your Casper ass! I feel like Cloud Kicking everyone in this damn building I'm so angry! Everyone's talking about this main event with Cai and 'Ria but all that's going to be is twenty minutes of rest holds and synchronized sequences. I've seen better from rookie spot monkeys! What we have Tarah is a blood feud, one that even you said gives you life! Know what that means Tarah? It means I give you a purpose, a reason to fight! It means that I define you! At this point you can’t imagine a Reality without me and that’s okay- I heard I’m quite unforgettable.

(winks and sits down on a chair backwards)

Cloud: You know I could pull a Cairia and do this all day! Just shoot the shit, talking about our storied past and what not. Then I can add a few cool one liners and discuss how I’m so motivated and that nobody can beat and what not- know what? I think I already do that. The only difference is I’m not all hot air when I open my mouth!

(stands up and kicks the chair away)

Cloud: You are not prepared to fight me Tarah Nova, physically or mentally. I am a woman with nothing to lose and who doesn’t care how she gets the W. If you want to be a dumb ass and come to the wolves all by yourself, then be my guest. I’m not the one who’s putting their career at risk. (shakes head) You feel for my trap again and don’t even know it. So desperate to  be on top...that’s your fatal flaw Tarah. You’re too busy blowing up your ego that you can’t see two feet beyond yourself. The more you treat me like a non factor, the more I pull my strings. Keep being my puppet and I’ll keep racking up points. (cracks knuckles) It’s about time the Sirens lay down for the list time. By the time I win this tournament, the three of you will have been comfortable assimilated into your side bitch positions. Everything you are Tarah...everything you were...I’m going to take it away from you. There are no safe spaces. You’re walking on a minefield full of micro aggressions sweets. Be careful not to be tiggered.

(drops the mic)

Cloud: Time to go back to church. Mao, let’s skedaddle.

(walks away with Mao in tow.)