Maero, how foolish of me! Please, accept my sincere apologies. Actually, maybe it is in fact you who is the foolish one. The fact that you had to show your disgusting face and remind me that I failed to mention you is idiotic on your part. Coming out and telling me, flat out, that I did not mention one single word about you just a couple of hours ago is almost as dumb as putting a steak into your underwear and taunting a starving bear. Both will definitely not end very well, trust me. What I want to know is, how in the hell did I ever forget about you? Perhaps it is the fact that you aren’t memorable enough. Maybe it’s the fact that every single time you crawl out of whatever dark pit you inhabit, the same bullshit comes out of your mouth? Don’t fret, though, my friend, it will not happen again. It is way too easy to roast you and actually quite entertaining to do, so fuck it – I might as well, right? You began your little storytelling time with doing various that I guess would define you as being “hardcore,” or at least what is what you want all of us to believe. By you jumping off from a shed, running through a wall of barbed wire, and intentionally crashing yourself through several panes of glass is supposed to prove to me that you are “hardcore?” Well, congratu-fucking-lations, Maero, all that did was prove to me one thing – that you are in fact SPECIAL. And no, not special in the sense of what you are probably thinking. I use the word special as in riding the short bus to school, licking the window special. You are also pretty goddamn special in the sense that you came out and immediately started doubting me. That was an incredibly dumb move on your part, Maero. It’s okay, though. You can doubt me all you want. Hell, you can even come out like the reject that you are and tell all of us that the sky is green and that grass is purple; in the end, we all know the truth. And yes, the reason why the majority – if not all of you – have been tossed into the mix of this match is to be fed to the monster that is “The Ultimate Disharmony” J.D. Damon. You don’t have to believe me with that statement right now, but when push comes to shove and you, Maero, along with the other unfortunate individuals in this match are scattered around the ringside area as I stand triumphantly over your lifeless carcasses, only then will you realize that I was right all along.
 

Nathan Fiora, I am so glad that you decided to join us once again. Damn, man, you really are a stupid son of a bitch, aren’t you? You claim to be the man who is redefining Elite Answers Wrestling, but let me ask you this, Nate. How are you accomplishing that? What exactly have you been doing to redefine anything? I haven’t seen you do jack shit since debuting with this company, at least not anything noteworthy. However, one thing I do know about you is that you really enjoy talking shit, don’t you? You really like having garbage spew out of your mouth, shit that nobody even really cares to hear. You claim to be such a legitimate threat to not only everyone in this match, but the entire Voltage brand. A threat? Really? Nah, the only thing you are a threat to, Nate, is making my ears bleed by listening to your senseless rambling for thirty minutes. You claim to not give a damn about who I am, but listen to me right now, punk, you better start giving a damn. I am the man who ruled this goddamn roster as the Pure Champion. I am the man who is going to walk into Tampa on Sunday night and prove to the world just what you really are, Nate – a scared little BITCH. You may not give a damn about who J.D. Damon is, but after Sunday night you will.

It’s been almost a full day since Sophia had signed the dotted line of the contract that’s she has been dreaming about for the last three years; she couldn’t sleep, still far too excited. In an instant, all the effort that she had placed into this business – the ounces of sweat, the drops of blood, and the bucket loads of tears were all suddenly worth it. Her hands trembled at the thought of the road that she was about to embark on; she had heard the stories. She wholeheartedly understood that the training that she had placed herself through, and the wars that she had been forced to withstand was nothing more than the easiest part of this seemingly endless journey. This was Elite Answers Wrestling – in her eyes, there was nothing that could be possibly bigger than this. A company that had become revered for the division that its Vixen’s had created. In the eyes of some, but more importantly, in the eyes of Sophia, it was the crown piece of the entirety of the company. In her eyes, nothing came close to the price that the Vixen’s were willing to pay for the chance to get close to the things that they wanted, let alone to grasp onto them. “This is it, Sophia.” She mumbled to herself as she found herself sitting on the bed in her bedroom staring into mirrored door of the built in wardrobe. Her clothes were packed in a small black backpack on the floor leaning against her bed. The feeling of butterflies fluttering around in her stomach was almost overwhelming, but there was no chance that she was going to back down. She grabbed the handle at the backpack, and began to make her leave before suddenly stopping herself at the door. There was one last thing she needed to do before this journey could begin, something she couldn’t dare forget about. He sat back down on the bed and reached into the front pocket of the backpack, pulling out her phone. She didn’t dial the number immediately, instead taking another look into the mirror; her hands stopped trembling and that feeling in her stomach slowly began to fade. A small smile crosses her face as she finally knows without doubt that she’s finally ready as the finally dials the number.
 
“Sophia, I’m… I’m in a meeting at the moment, is there any chance that I’m able to call you back?” It was her father, the man that she admired the most. There wasn’t a chance that she was going to leave without telling him the good news. She was going to do it as the ink on that contract was still drying, but she still struggled to swallow the enormity of the situation, deciding to allow herself to calm down before telling anyone else. “No, Dad, this news can’t wait.” The small smile returns to her face as she tries her hardest to contain her excitement. “Why? What’s happened, Sophia? Is there anything that I can do?” She heard the panic in his voice, but she wasn’t surprised, he was still coming to grips with the idea of her not living under his supervision. “There’s nothing wrong! I’m just ringing to tell you that I have some REALLY great news, Dad.” She laughed as she speaks. “I did it, Dad…” She stops herself, closing her eyes and takes a deep breath. She was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of what she was about to say. “What have you done, Sophia?” Her father asked; the concern in his voice growing clearer and clearer. “The past three years has been completely worth it, Dad. I’m… I’ve been given a contract to Elite Answers Wrestling.”
 
Silence…
 
Her father never made a sound, and suddenly the calls drops. Sophia was shocked; she felt like she had been completely shattered into a million little pieces, because the one person that she wanted to make proud had seemingly abandoned her. Tears welled in her eyes until there was a knock at the door. A million words ran through her mind; she didn’t want to do anything, let alone answer it. There’s another knock and Sophia gets back to her feet and slowly makes her way over to the door. She tries to compose herself, but it seems to be to no avail. She opens the door… and there stands the man that had just hung up the phone: her father. “Did you really think that I would allow you to celebrate this on your own?” She drops her head as she wipes the tears from her eyes.  “Come here” Her father pulls her in and holds her tightly. “I’m so, so proud of you, Sophia.” The only thing that Sophia had wanted to here, and all and any composure that she still had, had been completely thrown out the window. “Get a hold of yourself, Sophia. No tears. You do the same thing that I told you the first day you said that this is what you wanted to do with yourself. You do the thing that this family does. You own it.” Her father let’s her go as she takes a deep breath and wipes more tears from her eyes. “How long are you here?” She asks. “I’m only passing through and thought I would stop by, but it looks like we’re both on our way out of here. Get your things and we’ll go together, who knows the next time we’ll have this opportunity.” She doesn’t say a word; she just nods her head and grabs her bag. She takes one last look in the mirror as a big smile crosses her face, one full of confidence. She makes her way back over to her father who still stands in the doorway. “Do you have any idea on what this company has lined up for you, Sophia?” Her father starts to walk away as Sophia makes her leave from the apartment and closes the door.
 
“It looks like the Empress of Elite is my first stop.”

Most Valuable Elitist…. Most…. Valuable…. Elitist….. The MVE of EAW, Alex Wilder. It’s about damn time someone finally had a little bit of faith in your boy, because I’m the mixtape that Dynasty so desperately needed. Through the doldrums of life, people tend to hit a rough patch and then sit to wallow in their miseries as nothing more than sad sacks of shit who constantly complain that they deserve more than what is given. Every single one of you really thought that I would quit after Pain For Pride, and that I would go away into my cave and hide myself from embarrassment because I lost the Interwire title. You really thought that, didn’t you? It’s as if everyone thinks that I’m so weak-willed that I would crawl into a ball and cry myself to sleep over the fact that I had my shoulders pinned to the mat. I came into this fucking company with my shoulders being pinned to the mat, because I was never the person who was suppose to make it this far. I have to prove myself every time I step out towards that ring because the sea of doubters never dissipates, instead flooding those outside barriers attempting to make me follow in their footsteps of incessant whining and bitching.  The biggest, whiniest, douchiest shadow of them all keeps getting into my affairs like a little gnat that needs to be pissed on, and OH BOY does he have a story to tell everyone. Who can forget about the time he entered the business, and how many years he struggled before finally main eventing Pain For Pride and winning the top title in the company? I could never forget it because it keeps repeating like a Milli Vanilli track that keeps on skipping, but it’s not like it’s something that is entirely original either.

At least Vanilla Ice said that he changed the beat a little bit.

I’m really sick and tired of these rags to riches stories that are nothing more than cheap ploys to provoke emotions from an audience that is so incumbent with the need to express their stupid opinions and spread false rumors of a real life tension between myself and Duvian. Let me tell the real story for all to hear, backstage Devan Dubian tried to get in my face because he was butthurt that I was being real with him and the moment that I argued my opinion back? He bowed his head, slouched his shoulders forward and refused to look at my like a man. He backed away like a dog being scolded and realizing that he bit a little more than he could chew, because Devan Dubian is the ultimate pussy. Nothing more than a man who refused to prove himself over a year’s worth of time, instead choosing to play backstage politics and get himself back into the Pain For Pride main event scene on nothing more than star value. Yet, a man like me who pours his heart out every single week on television and fights for the spots he earns gets little to no recognition from the rabid fanbase of EAW? Something isn’t right in this fucked up Universe.

You would almost think that Eclipse Diemos would have something similar to say but his level of unrecognition runs much further than mine because he lost the only thing that he had going for him when he ditched the awful tattoos that ran all over his face. It’s probably a good thing though, because he can finally get a job at Starbucks or Hot Topic, or wherever they find 2005 emo-punk-rock-goth to be cool again. Here’s a hint, it was never cool. Watching Eclipse try to feud with Hades is like watching a father wrestle with his kid, because Eclipse is nothing more than a cheap imitation of the man who inspired fear into the hearts of those he faced. Eclipse is nothing more than a lost soul who is desperately trying to play “catch up” with the nightmares that continue to feed into my cerebral cortex. Here’s a man that is so unintimidating that women seek him out to talk about their feelings like an emotional sponge, I heard that you and Cailin were best friends in the Iconomy because you could talk about boys and shopping together. You are like Criss Angel without the camera tricks and fan plants, nothing more than a fraud with a group of the high school losers that used to hug trees and play Might and Magic while hiding from the jocks. I have more fear for Formation because not only are they a better looking team but they have more talent than the ragtag bunch of misfits that you sculpted out of shining shit.  

Eclipse, you got lost in the shuffle of The Iconomy! 



In a group of people who went on to become better wrestlers when they left... you stayed the same. In the NOW Generation that TLA’s so amiably endeared to Dynasty, you continue to live in the past, as nothing more than a cold-helpless husk of human being with no direction, no sanity, and no reason to continue going forward in a career full of missteps. The most embarrassing thing of all? The fact that you were somehow able to stumble upon the opportunity to win the King of Elite as nothing more than an alternate who was wrestling in the preshow. I wasn’t given the chance to be in the King of Elite, I wasn’t given the chance to be in the Grand Rampage, yet somehow you are now the christened King of Elite? I would understand if it was the “King of Mediocreness” or the “King of Meh” because those titles suit you like royalty, but it’s goddamn laughable that somebody like you would be considered one of the top elitist in the company when you’ve done jack shit to prove it. LOLEclipseLoses is the number one trend of reality and it will continue trending until the day that you decide to quit this business because there will be men like me who will provide real terror inside the squared circle. I don’t need to be that guy who wears a Halloween costume in July in order to be scary because the fans know that my convictions are accurately portrayed in the way I walk, talk and handle business. You are the Suicide Squad of EAW, an overhyped, preteen fanservice, with no exposition and followed around by idiots who you trust to help make you look good. I might be the Joker who will only get seven minutes in the movie of your life, but I’ll make sure to be the most memorable person you’ll ever meet. I’ll be the one that fans are talking and clamoring for.

I’m the hottest Elitist in wrestling. I have to protect the investment within myself, because it was about time that the corporate suits took notice of me and put me under their wings. I’ve finally been hand-selected as the board members’ Most Valuable Elitist, and I would love nothing more than to become the back office’s golden boy. The hand-selected monarch who will lead the reigns of Dynasty to a prosperity that will never be reached again.

That’s why I’ve hand selected a group of individuals who see my life on a day to day basis, they will be watching out for my best interests in order to make sure that my career is as fruitful as it could be. I have hired an agent, an accountant, a lawyer, a secretary, bodyguards, nutritionists, and sparring partners to form a new superpower within the shackles of Elite Answers Wrestling.

I would like to introduce you to Team Wilder.

This megateam will be accompanying me wherever I go, making sure that no one is to interfere with my course trajectory towards a world title because they recognize the value that my name and face carries. I’m a valuable asset worth a lot of money to this company and I need to be protected from people like you, Eclipse. People who are willing to mutilate themselves and others in order to fulfill their sick and perverted fantasies. They are there to protect me from people like Devan Dubian who feel the need to try to take away from my successes because they are on the brink of floundering like they did for five years. This team will take me to new heights that I’ve yet to explore and all this talk about never reaching the main event scene will cease to exist because I will become the main event scene of EAW.

I am 4-0 against people who were the world champion at the time I defeated them, and I’ve had a problem because none of those victories got me the title that I’ve deserved over the last six months. I proved yet again that Lucian Black was no match for me because I’ve defeated him twice within the last three months and somehow he still remains the face of Dynasty, as the guy that everyone has to beat. What a joke of a title match coming up between Lucian Black and Diamond Cage because they both lost to superior talent, but we’ll have to sit on the bench while the starters continue to struggle and suck wind.

Maybe I just need to be humbled rather than talking shit? When I walked into that warehouse to face Eclipse Deimos, he gave me a beating, he showed a skill that had left me perplexed and unable to counter. It was suppose to be my wake up call, but all it showed was that I needed to believe in myself even more, have more cockiness and confidence than ever before. I might be arrogant but the only people who state that are the ones who are jealous of your success, the success that I’ve had of creating a team that will be unstoppable.  You thought you were able to play mind games and that you were able to bring out the fire within my passionate side, but you will never see The Mexican Samurai.

I refuse to pull out The Mexican Samurai because no one ever deserves to see him again.

The Mexican Samurai is dead, long gone and buried. I deleted him because that emotion led to my life almost falling apart again, and yet, you want to try to provoke me to the point where I would let him slip into the ring during our match. I WILL NEVER LET THE MEXICAN SAMURAI COME OUT FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE!! SAMURAI CAN STAY SUPPRESSED DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL!!

Samurai is dead. You are dead. Long live “MVE” Alex Wilder, long live Team Wilder.

VOLTAGE IV: THE CHICAGO NOISE.

I AM THE CHICAGO NOISE.  I SPEAK THE TRUTH AND SEEK TO BE THE BEST IN THIS BUSINESS.  

[There is a long silence as the scene fades into a look at a wall.  There are many words around it, which are many different references to different EAW stars.  Nathan walks up, with a jacket and coffee with him.  The cameraman preps him and counts down.]

THREE!.....TWO!.....ONE!.....ACTION!

There’s a lot to think about this week.  So much is at stake and this match will make or break our careers; that’s why there’s a war going on.  A war that has gotten very personal to some who get very butthurt over everything…*cough*...Maero, or some who seem to be the mascot for a kid’s show; it’s totally not Marco Fedor.  One person decided to show up and thought he could take their own damn time.  Okay, here’s your opportunity to be apart of an interactive vote to guess who...It’s that one J.D. Damon guy.  I’m going to be honest here; I watch Voltage every week, but J.D. Damon seems to be someone that I forget about constantly.  I don’t usually forget anyone, so maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn't done much lately.  This guy decides to show up and assumes he’s worthy enough to call every single person in this match out.  That’s just stupid.  Here’s the funny part; he tries to act so tough yet he doesn’t have a clue about what any of us have been saying.  Damon tried to categorize Phoenix Winterborn, Marco Fedor, and I into the same category, but we’re nothing alike.  Phoenix and Marco care about their fan reactions and all this kid show crap, but I don’t.  I don’t give a single damn about what the fans say about me.  I’ve said it several times; I’m not even joking about this.  Are you deaf, J.D.?  Did you try to actually sit down and try to understand what we all were saying?  Spoiler Alert: He didn’t do a thing but bring out his spiel on how he’s going to kill us all.  Hell, this guy couldn’t even get my damn name right.  Who in the hell is Fiore?  C’mon, man.  You already look like a joke with what you said; you’re only burying yourself even more.  Yeah, you had a cool match with Kenny Drake, but you couldn’t beat Marco Fedor?  Aww...the worthy one had to get out a steel chair to get the job done.  Look, pal, I’m not scared of you.  You come off as a privileged jackass who decided to come out whenever he felt like while guys like me have been here all week.  I’ve been making sure to understand what my opponents have said about me and everyone else; that’s what a true competitor looks like.  A lion in the jungle surveys their prey, making sure they comprehend who they’re messing with before they strike.  Then you go with the whole “I bet you guys were wondering when I was going to show up” saying; no, I wasn’t.  I was focused on winning this match and not losing sleep over you coming into the mix or not.  J.D. isn’t even close to winning; the lack of effort you’ve put in is evident and everyone else is ahead of you, except Scott Diamond.  Go ahead, Damon, shed my blood across the ring and beat me up all you want, but you don’t know who the hell I am.  I am the man who is redefining Elite Answers Wrestling right now and making Voltage the A-Show.  I’m a guy who comes into work in the morning and doesn’t leave until midnight.  I’m the person who will fight and fight until he can’t fight anymore; I will never quit.  I know I am the best thing going on right now and you can’t take that away from me, J.D.; you never will be able to.  People are passing you by and the only way you’re coping with this is trying to make yourself seem like a legitimate threat.  You couldn’t beat Marco Fedor; he outdid you so many times.  How do you expect to take out an even better and more defined wrestler like me?  Don’t even answer because the BS that’s coming out of your mouth is just making you seem like you’re not worthy enough to be in it.  I’m expecting his answers to be like this: “He’s going to submit to my legacy and blah blah blah”.  Here’s another thing you need to know about me; you’re going to be entering my domain.  The land of steel chairs, barbed wire bats, tables and ladders is my home.  This is where I thrive and succeed in.  If I can pull off amazing matches without weapons and win, what can you expect out of me with weapons in my hands?  You will just have to wait and see.  I did beat you not too long ago, but I didn’t give a damn about who you were.  What’s the case now?  I still don’t give a damn about who you are.  I know I can beat you, so your legitimacy isn’t as grand as you say it is, Damon.  You’re a joke, J.D.  Learn your place and just sit on the bleachers while you watch the big boys play.  

Oh, no!  The man that goes by the name of Maero returns with a totally creepy and scary rebuttal.  I hope everyone realized the sarcasm in that one; it’s hard for people to realize this kind of stuff nowadays.  Eclipse, you can try to assert yourself towards me and say how I should be terrified, but I’m really not scared.  All you’ve done is say how you respected me and how I would be a good challenge for you.  The only reason Maero respected me is because my sister died, and that’s not what I aim for in respect.  Yeah, I talk all this trash to everyone, but when I get into that ring, I will put a hell of a show up for everyone.  Just because you don’t like what I’m saying doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass all over Tampa, Florida.  You don’t like the attitude I have and how I make offensive comments towards you and your “family”.  Maero, how about you do the right thing and suck it up like a real man and stop bitching about it along with Eclipse?  You’re not going to control who I am and complaining will only waste your time.  Your buddy Eclipse compared me to a dog, and I’ll take it.  I’m the kind of dog who’s going to attack and take down the beast that is you and your family.  Yes, I’ll admit; I don’t know much about your family and children kidnapping, but I do know how it comes off as.  If I asked a bunch of people, ninety-nine point nine percent of them would agree that you are all some creepy ass and twisted freaks.  Also, brainwashing children to do this on their own will is not them wanting to do it; kids want to go outside and learn about the world around them and not stick around in your crappy old basement.  Then again, I guess you wouldn’t understand that since you guys spend your days in that dark place and put children into it.  In all seriousness though, damn...you guys got really butthurt over my comments.  They seemed so offended; it’s like if you were talking to one of those PC people on the internet.  These people are all like “You don’t understand me!”, but I think I do.  Just because I make jokes doesn’t mean I’m not studying who you people are.  I’m beginning to comprehend that I shouldn’t mess with you guys, but guess what?  I still don’t give a damn.  The fact of this matter is that you don’t know who I am.  You respected me on the premise of something that happened to me; that’s not how I want to be respected.  You know what you can do with that respect?  Just give it to your damn selves because I don’t want the joke that is your sympathy.  I will earn everything that I want my own way and if you don’t respect me, I don’t care.  It’s highly entertaining to see you all get your knots tied with just some simple jokes I’m making.  Also, I’ve come the consensus of something; Maero just sucks.  There’s no but’s or yet’s; he’s just bad.  If he’s taking an eternity to be in a match I’ve competed in millions of times, how is going to beat me?  Anyways, he’s being trained by the guy who sucked in whatever place he was in before.  Just hitting him won’t teach him what hardcore is.  It’s a lifestyle that you must adapt to and learn how to survive in.  You will be hit by anything and everything around you.  You must learn how to cope with the pain and how to use these weapons in the most effective way.  Maero is just a baby in this area, so Sunday sounds like the right time to put him out of his misery.  You may love your family, Maero, but you’ll hate the fact that this Sunday will be the day you let your family down.  Papa Eclipse won’t be there to help you and if he decides to show up, he’ll learn this pain too.  I have enough pain to give to everyone; I don’t discriminate.  Maero can have some, Eclipse can have some, Scott Diamond, J.D. Damon, Phoenix Winterborn, and Marco Fedor can all come into my pain train.  We offering everything from chair shot therapy to thumbtack swimming; both of them are very pleasurable experiences, trust me. It’s admitting six people at the moment and it should be the greatest ride of your lives.  Your captain, yours truly, is going to lead this effort and leave with the coveted Hardcore Title this Sunday.  If any of you have any comments, questions and/or concerns, please let me know.  I will get to you right away with my attention and steel chair so I can hit you right on the face with it.  I hope you enjoy the highly anticipated and beloved Fiora Express!  

Ahem.  Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, it’s time to present the man- erm, young man, Marco Fedor!  Now I know we’ve said so many mean things about him and I really want to apologize.  Look, I’m sorry that you’re so plain and incompetent.  I’m sorry that you have no idea of what you’re getting yourself into on Voltage.  I’m sorry that I’m going to have to tear you into shreds in order for me to make an example out of you.  Look, I’m getting sick and tired of you repeating the same old crap that you’ve said before.  Boohoo!  I’m so sad that you were a high school reject and you barely got anyone to actually talk to you.  I had to live in an orphanage because my parents died and my sister died later on.  I wasn’t worried about how I wasn’t the most popular kid on the block or if I was going to get a date with a girl.  I was more concerned with trying to survive every single day.  As soon as I turned eighteen, I had to fend off for myself with my sister until she passed away.  Then it was all up to me; I had to make a name out of myself.  No one knew who I was, but I made it clear for everyone to know who I was.  You make it seem like you’ve lived a horrible life and you’ve managed to succeed in your insignificant world.  I had to survive the sick reality of life and I made it to EAW; I’m now on the top.  You try to make it seem like I’ve never beat these impossible odds.  You have lived a privileged life, yet you make it seem like it was oh so hard.  I had no food on the table some nights while you were too busy wondering if Anne from across the street actually liked you.  I know what struggle means.  This has been a common theme in my life and if you want to discredit everything I’ve done with your Disney story of a life, go ahead.  All I can really tell you is that you will pay for everything you’ve said.  There’s going to be so much to be paid and your little Cinderella story will end very shortly.  The difference between you and I is that this is my life at stake.  If you lost, you’d forgive yourself for it and say that you did a good job.  For me, this is everything that I’ve been working for.  My livelihood is at stake here and I’m not going to let you or anyone else interfere with my life and my vision.  The thing about you having more heart than me and everyone else doesn’t matter anymore.  You don’t know what it really means to have the fight to get yourself out of a situation where you could die.  You do know how to get yourself out of telling your mom that you had a B in your class though.  Now you’re probably realizing that you don’t seem like the fighting individual that you think you are.  The stupidity that you have is normal for someone your age, but it’s becoming excessive.  All you do is repeat the same phrases and if I got anything out of what you said was “I’m going to because of my heart”.  Learn how to say something else before you dare come back with something because if you don’t, it’ll just prove that you’re just a robot, spitting out the same words every single time.  And trust me, it doesn’t help when your phrases are boring and stereotypical as hell.  So go for it, champ.  Show some attitude against me.  Get your anger running and say how you really feel about everything.  I know you’re hiding those emotions just to make yourself seem like an underdog, but you can’t hold them much longer.  Take it out and try your best, because your best will be the closest you’ll ever get to me.  I have the reasons to fight for this title and win this.  No one is like me in this match; I started all of this and I will be ending it very soon.  The ending will result with me winning the Hardcore Title and ruling Voltage.  Do you have a problem with that?  Okay, it doesn’t matter whatsoever.  The path that we will be taking can not be stopped by any man or phenomenon.  This is reality, kid.  This is the beginning of the end.

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

[Nathan throws the coffee towards the wall and it splashes onto the camera.  There is a black filter until it is wiped clean and is focusing on some keywords.  They say “The Chicago Siren Is Coming Sooner Than You Think”.  The scene fades to black.]

 
Seventeen months. It has been roughly seventeen months since I made my debut with this company. And for all of those months, I had to scratch and claw to get to where I am today. But, where am I? What exactly is my position within this company? Sure, I had a dominant reign as the EAW Pure Champion that was abruptly ended by the reject known as Carson Ramsay. Sure, I have faced former world champions and future hall of famers. Sure, I was once considered the hottest rising sensation that this company has ever seen. But, where is J.D. Damon now? Let me tell you. Since March, I was basically lost in the shuffle. Men who were lesser than me were being given opportunities to shine that should have been mine! Men who thought wholeheartedly that they could take my spot were being put into positions to rule this company, to rule this roster. What happened in the end, though? Those men failed miserably in their attempt to achieve superstardom, while I stood waiting in the shadows for our former General Manager, Ashten Cross, to give me those type of opportunities once again. It was like… ever since I lost the Pure Title to Ramsay I was placed on the back burner. No one believed in me anymore. So, what does a person do when they are stuck in that sort of position? They do exactly what I did, which is the same thing that I did last year when I arrived in this company… take what is rightfully yours! You show those assholes in charge why you should be the top dog in the company instead of little flavors of the months. My death match against Kenny Drake a month ago? That was not the idea of a corporate stooge. I wasn’t approached by Ashten Cross or HRDO about the match, I went above their heads and demanded the goddamn match! I told them what was going to happen. I told them that this match was going to take place, because I needed to show everyone once again why J.D. Damon is hands down the greatest athlete that not only this roster, but the entire company has signed to their pay roll! I showed them what they had been missing for all of those months. I showed them what J.D. Damon is actually capable of doing. And in the end, did it work? Did I prove a point to any of them? Apparently. Apparently what I set out to do was a complete success, because now I sit here waiting patiently for Sunday to roll around. The days seem like weeks. The hours seem like days, and the minutes that slowly go by seem like fucking hours. Sunday night cannot get here fast enough. I have sat around and listened to the words of these retards for long enough. These so-called “men” who want to represent this half-assed new era within the company. These morons that have nothing better to do than to actually believe that they have a solid chance of winning this Championship Scramble. NEWSFLASH! Have you seen who is in this match? Do your small minds comprehend the fact that you are going up against J.D. fucking Damon?! A man who has no remorse whatsoever for what he does to his opponent inside the rig. A man who gets off on attempting to dismember the unfortunate victims that are thrown in his way. A man who… a man who will do whatever it takes to make sure he walks out of that hell hole known as Tampa as your new Hardcore Champion.
 

Marco Fedor, I sat here and listened to your pathetic rambling that damn near made my ears bleed. Nobody gives a rat’s ass about what you had to do to get to the spot that you are currently in. Nobody cares who believed in you and who didn’t believe in you. Nobody cares about all of that garbage that oozed out of your fucking suck hole, except for yourself. Do you honestly believe that you were placed in this match because of your raw talent? Because you are currently blazing yourself a path within this company? Hell no, son! You were placed in this championship match for one reason – and ONE REASON ONLY! You are nothing more than a FILLER! You are someone who was put into this match in order to be fed to the others; be fed to the alpha wolf in this match – YOURS TRULY! You talk about earning my respect? Why should I respect you, Marco? Give me one really good reason on why I should respect someone like you? I don’t respect you, Marco. Maybe all of that will change after Sunday night. Maybe you will give me an ass beating of a lifetime, but I highly doubt it. Maybe – just MAYBE – you will prove every single person wrong, and you will walk out of this match with that title held high above your head with your tear filled eyes. Just maybe… just maybe. Heh, maybe you will get your head kicked in. Maybe you will get your face demolished. I think those are more likely to happen than the previous things I said. Oh! Maybe you will have second thoughts regarding this entire match, and you decide to not show up; that’s when you will prove to me what I already think you are – a SCARED little girl. Marco, like I have said before about you… you entered this world of professional wrestling with stars in your eyes and ambition in your heart, but I am not quite sure you fully realized the type of people who inhabit this profession. Monsters of men like J.D. Damon. Let this entire match be a life lesson for you, Marco; learn from the grave mistakes you are about to make Sunday night, and please – PLEASE – learn from them. Learn that J.D. Damon is not someone who you should fuck with.

When I look in your eyes despite everything I see a decided man Nasir . Indeed, even with the greater part of your honors and recompenses, despite everything you're not fulfilled. Nothing is ever adequate for you and I too feel that way, so we share that in like manner. I recall when I initially marked with Voltage, I was a piece of this Brand and for some odd reason we were both on "The Yellow Team". A couple days before the draft, you approached me with deference. Rather than being an egomaniac by making inquiries, for example, who this person is or why the hellfire this monstrosity in this Brand was, you said some pleasant things. You realized that I could be something unique and I need to thank you for that. In any case, I would have regarded everything that you said aside from, you're Aren's sidekick. On Voltage it will be hard Nas. It will be difficult to toss you around like a cloth doll and endeavor to snap you like a tooth pick as a result of your kind words. I would prefer not to hurt you kid yet I should. This Sunday on Voltage, none of this will be close to home. When I take a gander at you I don't imagine some brilliant ticket that will help me get to the following level in light of the fact that over the long haul, this match won't demonstrate anything. To you it may, yet to me it's another story. I need to face you one on one Nas. Maybe it would be a match that I would lose at the end of the day like I've been losing starting late, yet you don't learn and develop as a radical when you're always confronting men that are underneath you regarding ability. Despite the fact that I might be the Hardcore Champion and have this grim notoriety going for me, regardless I feel vacant, similar to I haven't demonstrated a solitary thing yet. I need that inclination to change and with the goal that should happen, I have to step my diversion up, particularly with Aren suspecting that he can become further from me, I should stroll go down those stairs and recover my throne. All the more now that ever, it will be anything but difficult to lose all sense of direction in the mix. I would prefer not to be forgettable. I need to leave an enduring impression thus far I think I've done quite recently that. In any case, I'm not done. 

I'm not going to stop at simply being a man on this program. I'm going to keep on pushing further and I'm going to keep on kicking down entryways and smash unfair limitations, poo I seem like Lucian Black now eww. Nas I need to perceive how brilliant you are, seeing as that is your greatest favorable position driving into this match, or so you say. I seek after your own particular purpose that you can get the high ground since this will be a disgrace and it will just demonstrate that you are second to Aren at the end of the day and I'm certain second place looks commonplace. Trust me when I say this Nas this will be our first experience yet I resemble no one you've ever confronted before and I know the same could be said in regards to you on the off chance that you really demonstrated a risk to me. I know will be difficult to put down. Everybody is "intense". You'll battle and battle and exactly when I believe you're disheartened, you'll kip up to your feet and unleash all that you have in your arms stockpile. You see Nas. A man who takes pride in calling himself... the best, for example, Xavier Williams and Aren. Which by the way I'd express profound gratitude for keeping that title warm for me yet the truth of the matter is, I never let him obtain it and on the furthermore, he doesn't wear anything's deserving of wearing that title by any means. Know what? I never genuinely lost to him at Pain For Pride it was that uncovered poo Carlos yet I'll return to that in another rage. In any case, the worst of the worst has a tendency to be the route with individuals who call themselves the best. Me? I don't have to call myself it. I don't have to tell individuals that I'm the best. My activities demonstrate that, over and over. As opposed to spelling it out so it turns into a broken record, I indicate it so it gets to be reality. That is not the way it has a tendency to run with many people however. Those individuals out there who call themselves the best either don't demonstrate it by their activities or they do and after that get beaten by me. Xavier Williams, Jaime O'hara, Aren, Ares Vendetta, just to give some examples who have run into me and wound up reexamining their entire methodology on life. Nas you feel that you're change in hair and silliness will thump me out then you'll be the stupidest blockhead on the list when my foot is on your chest 1.2… … .3.

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

You didn't go through any trouble to get a shot at my World Heavyweight Championship. All you did was steal it from me. That's literally all you've done to face me. The entire Dynasty roster deserves a shot at greatness more than you do. There's so many worthy contenders on the roster. Traditionally, if you want to become the number one contender, you have to triumph over all opposition, over every other aspiring champion and hopeful contestant. You didn't do that. You stole from me and they rewarded you for it instead of PUNISHING you. You got your ass handed to you by the Interwire Champion! If anyone deserves to face me next it's him! But Cage... I don't run from my challenges like you're used to doing. I CONFRONT them and fight until the bitter end to overcome them. I'll go face to face and toe to toe with you. For the first time ever. Lucian Black vs Diamond Cage! And since I call the shots around here these days, I'll take matters into my own hands and punish you myself! We both know you're not here to become champion. That's bullshit. If you actually gave a damn about being World Champion you wouldn't have flopped during your first reign. You would have exhausted your resources and talent to ensure it was a memorable one. The only part of your first and LAST tenure as World Champion that everyone recalls vividly is it's culmination, when you LOST the EAW Championship. And that's only because you lost it to Xavier Williams. That night marked the beginning of his era. Your reputation is damaged beyond repair, broken. And now you want to make a futile attempt at reconstructing it. You want to become a star again at MY expense. That's the same mentality many people have had throughout the course of time when they hear they're going to step into the ring with The Top Dog. They walk into the ring expecting to become someone but end up being CARRIED out of the ring as NO ONE. You will suffer the same fate as all of them. I WAS going to get my title back. HRDO stopped me from making justice but Cage next time something like that happens I will turn a blind eye, I won't give a damn what any authority figure tells me, whatever repercussions my actions may have, I WILL utterly destroy you without hesitation!The only reason I joined forces with Demon's Council was to facilitate the fulfillment of my goal back then. I basically used The Council to get what I wanted. I was better than every member of the group including it's so called "leader" - THEY were underneath me. Just like you're underneath me in the hierarchy of elite. You claim you've never been underneath any member of The Council but your inferiority has been cemented already.. Xavier Williams whooped your ass to take your EAW Championship! His superiority over you is set in stone, ingrained in the minds of the EAW universe! You made the insinuation that I have taken breaks and abandoned the land of elite but you, better than anyone, know that is a load of crap. I never left EAW willingly, I was exiled from paradise. I was deprived of the right to call myself an elitist, of my rightful spot. Despite all that I always considered this place home. I always vocal about how I felt about this company. I've always had love for this place and you know it. You were "carrying" this company during it's glory days but.. Where were you during it's darkest days? When you were needed the most?  When people like Crash threatened to wipe out Dynasty and all the Dy-Hards? I've stuck with this brand through thick and thin. With or without the World Heavyweight Championship I AM DYNASTY'S CHAMPION! And I ALWAYS will be, Cage! Even if some miracle manifests itself and you beat me for this you won't be acknowledged as the champion. My contributions towards Dynasty and EAW have earned me the right to call myself it's champion! This is MY pedestal and the day you take it from me will be the day pigs start flying. I think you're underestimating my courage, Cage. I'll do whatever I have to do to protect and preserve the prestige I gave this championship title. You think I don't have the balls to squash you like the little insect you are and you couldn't be any more wrong. I thought you knew me, Cage. It's unfortunate that you don't. Unfortunate for you obviously because that just gives me more advantage over you. You're not afraid of me but you're afraid of what I can do to you. I can see it in your eyes. You don't want be the pathetic, miserable human being you were. You don't ever want to hit rock bottom again. But the failure you will experience from losing your chance to become World Champion again will be so unbearable that you will only be able to withstand it if you start taking drugs again. I know you could care less what I did in other promotions but you should. My accolades shouldn't be irrelevant to you. Because my history in those promotions and here in EAW and all of my achievements are living proof that I am BETTER than you. I have tangled with the very best this industry has had to offer and whether I lost my encounter or emerged victorious from it I ALWAYS left a lasting impression. Maybe they don't believe me but that doesn't change the fact that I am speaking the absolute TRUTH. I don't have to say anything for these people to turn on you, Cage. You've said AND done everything you possibly could for these people to turn on you. I've completely exposed you and you unknowingly helped me! They know who you are now. If they continue to cheer for you and shower you with honor and respect then they are just as stupid as you are. You clearly don't know what you're talking about, Cage. You're embarrassing yourself. Just shut the hell up and stop talking out of your ass. Your demise is inevitable my friend! I could care less about your wife or kids - THIS IS MY TITLE! It belongs to me and I'll be damned if I allow someone like you take this from my grasp.

You're not "rogue", you're not "cold blooded" and you're certainly not an "unstoppable wrestling machine" considering you HAVE been stopped before - more times than I can actually count in fact. That's just what you want them to believe. You've created this illusory image of yourself, you are wearing a damn mask. You're playing a character, someone you're not, someone you will never be. You're a hologram. I'm the real deal, son. You can call me whatever you want to call me. I've heard all your little insults before from other mouths and they don't offend me. I could have rejected your challenge, I could have refused to face you when the match was made. But I didn't, Cage. Oh but I'm a pussy! I'm not a fighting champion, no! You're the only pussy around here. You stole from me. Instead of facing me like a real man for the title and beating me for it. I keep saying you stole from me not because you obviously did but because you disappointed me. I thought I knew you better than anybody but it's evident I don't. You know, I felt disrespected when you did what you did. I shed blood, sweat and tears inside the ring. I BUSTED my ass for this week in and week out. I worked so hard for so long to become World Heavyweight Champion only for you to make all my hard work and dedication seem meaningless by taking it from me without beating me for it. I have the opportunity to shut you up. Damn right. And I plan on capitalizing on it, Cage. I intend to take FULL advantage of it. I got nothing to prove. I don't need to prove that I have balls but YOU DO. Because after what you did pretty much everyone in EAW thinks you have a vagina. I know this isn't a game. I know perfectly well what I signed up for. I wanted the World Heavyweight Championship and EVERYTHING that comes along with it. The target on my back, the stiff competition, the criticism. All of it. I love being the man everyone wants to face and become, I love having legitimate competition and I sure as hell love having the entire world talking crap about my reign and shutting them up afterwards. This isn't a dream anymore, Cage. This is a reality. I no longer have to dream about being The Top Dog because I AM The Top Dog! I'm not good enough, huh? How am I holding this World Championship right now and you're not then? Please explain that to me, Cage. I'm good enough. I beat the same guy who beat Brian Daniels, the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in history, in a  matter of seconds. You're not "The Man"  you never were and you never will be. "The Man" wouldn't lose his title to rookie elitist. You had a mediocre reign as World Champion you can't judge whether I am a good champion or not, you don't have the right. I can't honestly wait to show you just how wrong you are about me. You're going to get the surprise of a lifetime. You don't know what you started when you took from me. You say you do but you don't. If you did you would have taken another hiatus by now. After I end you once and for all you're going to spend the rest of your miserable days locked in your bedroom listening to Nirvana and cutting your wrists while you cry like the little bitch you are! You will live regretting what you did to me until your heart plays it's final beat. And guess what? I'll love it.

Contrary to what my public image would have you believe, I happen to have a set of crystal clear, organized objectives that I wish to tick off of my EAW bucketlist. Priorities that do not budge or change regardless of how tempting the circumtances at hand could be. Never in my life have I betrayed the achievement of an essential goal by succumbing to the allure of a less important one, I'm not stupid. I have a vision that is impossible to turn a reality if I let small grudges cloud my knack for more success, if I let my thirst for red eclipse my thirst for gold in significance or if I let one soul's bad decision making dictate what I should and shouldn't do next. I may ooze with the trait of deviance and to an extent, that vividly reflects who I am as a person, but don't mistake the unexplained for lunacy. When it comes to what I wish to accomplish before this here heart of mine ceases beating against the ribcage, I'm as sane and weary-eyed as can be. However, awareness of the main path that I desire strolling down while I'm still in tip-top shape to don the colors of this company better than most CAN NOT divest me of the luxury to sneak in one or two recreational instruments for the time being. I mean, it's not like long-term aspirations can happen overnight. It's not like I'll wake up tomorrow to the commotion of a microphone utilized to announce me going into the Hall of Fame, not a chance. The pieces of a puzzled future fall into place at a snail's pace and I'm completely fine with it. Greatness can't be rushed and impatience in a business of ours' nature breeds disappointment. Which is why whilst I wait for the whole picture to be disclosed, I make do with what I have right now. And what do I have going on right now, one could inquire? Simple, a traitor prowling around the land with orbs piercing through their socket and a spare pair adhered to the occipital bone. Slip into my shoes, relive your past, amiable experiences with said traitor then emphasize upon the moment that he decides to pulverize them all to dust. Now tell me you wouldn't be poised and focused on slicing his head clean off of his shoulders the next time he falls in your line of sight. This is not some last-ditch call for other people's sympathetic reactions to abound in my favor, I don't give a fuck about what they cast from judgements or appraisals on a matter that is in no discernible need of them in the first place. I'm simply asking those who think it's that easy to breeze past what transpired two weeks ago to attempt grasping the situation at hand for just a minute, just so they can get a feel for how wrong they are. Herding the cattle is none other than Aren Mstislav himself; the champion, the man, the King of the mountain, and a bunch of other fancy but probably undeserved nicknames that I'll leave for the stooges on the commentary table to mouth. Poor old Aren is livid with the fact that he perceives himself to be the third wheel in this whole predicament, when he's grown used to all the lights shining on his cranium. He thinks the chapter of Kenny Drake will hurdle the progression of my story and repress it from reaching the very crest of this industry. He thinks that I don't care for the richest, most coveted prize in this company's arsenal as much as I care about beating some scrub's face in, like the latter isn't a luxury that I haven't been abusing for the last two decades of my life. But then again, what should I've been expecting to hear from a guy who has his digits so far up his ass to know any better? It's like I stated earlier, no one-day job outshines the core motive of an entire career in Carson Ramsay's chart of priorities and no face pummeling is rendering the opportunity to become EAW Champion any less covetable in my eyes. If anything, the former makes the latter that much sweeter if ever they were to be married in one match and on one night, a scenario that oddly resembles this Sunday's. I know that I said blood and gold frequent in importance depending on the circumstances, but the mixture of both is never not a heavenly combination.

Aren, Aren, Aren. You seem very on edge ever since our triple threat on Voltage for that championship of yours was set in stone. The way your teeth press against the margins and how easy it is for your countenance to brandish a vibrant shade of red whenever you go about mentioning the match compels me to think up a plethora of reasons as to why. One of said reasons suggests that you're, I don't know, afraid perhaps? The anxiety that swamps a king's senses upon foresseing himself be dethroned by someone he's ceaselessly denigrated. If so is the case, you can't be blamed for it, Aren. You got two dudes that are a little off their respêctive fucking rockers, not only itch the beat the last breath out of each other but aim to do it within your proximity. If that wasn't bad enough, the scent of gold is a shared ecstasy between them; YOUR gold. It has been for quite a while, whether they're brothers in arms or the archest of foes and what they fancy, they tend to just take. Scratch that, I TEND to take what I want. Drake on the other hand, I'm not really sure anymore. He probably craves the attention and settles for the exposure of just being in an EAW title match; you and him have that in common, Aren. You both LONG for every ear to hear out your bullshit, every camera flash to document what you've done in your miserable, unproductive day and every voice to mention your name. Even when you're in possession of a championship so deeply-rooted into the history of not only this company, but this business as a whole, you still feel neglected. Even when you're met with roars and deafning cheers on a weekly basis by every crowd Voltage lands, you still feel underappreciated. I wonder why Aren, but I'll take a wild guess here and say that no matter how good life is to you, you still want better. You're a greedy ol' Russian bastard, and not the good kind of greed either. See, if you were greedy in the sense that you always to go out there and outperform everyone on the card, then more power to you. If you're greedy in the sense that no matter how many times you've defended your championship before or how many faces you've stomped in to retain it on every single occasion, you still want to do it more and do it often, then that's a very commendable and champion-liked trait in you. But no, that's not you. You're overwhelmed by greed for more attention, more money, more fancy parties, more merchandise even though you more than likely relish all of the above more than half of the roster. Simply put, you're the Tony Montana of EAW. Just like Montana, you established a kingdom from scratch, chasing after the American Dream as soon as you graced foot its soil. But just like Tony, you succumbed to cupidity; wanting more when you have enough. And just like Tony, that keenness alone will result in your demise and guess what? When all is said and done, your little friend is coming with me. It's funny though, even after slowly dissecting your empty, fragile arguments about me and revealing to the world how little to no sense half of what your lips spout makes, you still go on to grace us with more. Considering that I get a kick out of demonstrating just how stupid our current EAW Champion is however, I'll still delve into your recent points. First things first, you resorted to flashing the Nick Angel card in my face and you seemed awfully proud of it, as if you are the first person to do so. Sadly, you're not Aren. A myriad of other bozos before you recalled that I lost to Angel before, so I'll ask you what I asked all of them; and? Is that it? Is that the basis of your insult? Yeah, I lost to Angel a couple of times when I started out and everyone knows about it. What about the people you lost to in the past though, Aren? How come nobody ever mentions them? Oh right, because nobody remembers who they were or are now. Nobody cares about you enough to know who handed you your ass in your first couple of months within the doors of EAW. Moving past that, why put such a large emphasis on Nick Angel as if he's the only man I've ever faced? Why not recall my matches with Y2Impact, Starr Stan, Diamond Cage (who I kinda' beat) and so and so forth. If you're trying to falsely discredit me, at least implement some logic into that shit. You're making things too easy, Aren; I'm supposed to work on proving you to be dumb, not watch on as you do the work for me. 

Also, pardon my misunderstanding of your point about the Pure title; I didn't know that I technically beat YOU for the title and not Damon. Foreshadowing though, isn't it? I mean, if I become champion in my first title match against you, who's to say I won't become champion in my second against you too? Let that sink in for a second. You think I belong at the hem of the card, Aren? Little do you know, I've been there for the last ten fucking MONTHS. Everytime I hone my fangs to scratch and claw a way up, fate strikes me down with a curse. Whether it's Hexa-Gun, J.D Damon, the scrubs in the office, time or even God himself not wanting my mug being the face of this company; everytime I try to push the boulder up a hill, it instantly comes rolling back down. You see though, in the exceptional cases of it reaching a moderate climax, I always succeed in reaping the most benefit out of that situation. Case in point, again, my first and only shot thus far at championship gold culimnated in me winning the Pure title. Back then, I only had a couple of months worth of experience as well. Now I'm a couple of months short of completing my first year as an Elitist and I'm eyeing down my second shot at championship gold. So, without digging too deep into this, I'll leave the subsequential conclusion to that thought for everyone else to formulate. In digression, no Aren, I don't need to go back. I've grown sick and tired of being the head counted upon to usher in the start of the show. I've grown sick and tired of being the earliest to arrive and the earliest to leave. Most importantly, I've grown sick and tired of taking the back seat to self-entitled dicktips like you main eventing shows as if they're do everybody else a favor. Fortunately for yours truly, there's a high chance that I'll never go back to being overlooked, not when I have the EAW Championship around my waist. If anything, you Aren should be thrust back onto the preshows and kickoffs; maybe that will allow you time to dwell on just how delusional you are and how your hands have tarnished the very prestige of that title. You want to call me out as a DISGRACE to the Pure Championship? Boy, the only disgrace here is the guy who made EAW's proudest brainchild become just another accessory to adorn the shoulders. You mentioned people openly admitting that the EAW title's stock of value pummeled as soon as it had your name engraved into its plate and who do you blame it on? 'Lack of quality competition', when the only constant in that equation is you and your inability to do that championship justice. You wear it with that deceased piece of shit CWF title, singing your own praises and claiming to be King THEN you inquire about people not taking you or the EAW belt seriously? Wake up. You made that a belt a fucking toy to wield in the fact of those who dare question the obnoxious way you carry yourself around in, and it doesn't deserve that. That EAW Championship strap used to be the dreams of many but the reality of an elite few, and for good reason. Those elite few knew how to represent the gold while you, you just use it to further stroke that ego of yours. It ends on Sunday though; your little fairytale story comes to an abrupt halt, Aren. You wish to restore value to the EAW title and restore value to the EAW title is what I will do, I don't know or care how, but rest assured; it's reality waiting to happen.

From one delusional sap to another, we go. Excuses, excuses. That's all your brain has ever been able to contrive, Kenny. Well, that and repetitive dull jokes. Depicting yourself a martyr when you're the sole hand responsible for the tribulations surrounding you, in hopes of what? Garnering the sympathy of others after you disclosed your true colors to them? Or maybe you're trying to rectify your death wish of two weeks ago so I can go easy on you when I get all ten digits wrapped around your scrawny, little neck this Sunday night. I have abstained from calling you this for so long Kenny boy, even when you've proven time and time again how you're most deserving of it, your recent rant drew the last straw though so I'm gonna go ahead and say it anyway; you're pathetic. You're a pathetic, insecure and uptight shell of the man that I can't believe I used to close bars and chase women with. This newfound attitude of yours might seem rugged and austere around the edges but I see right through its façade. You're still reeling from your decision of stabbing me in the back; hence you recently felt a dire urge to spill all of the beans, hoping that everyone else will deem your act justifiable and somehow take your side in our little conflict. Of course, none of the events that Kenny brought up were actually brought up without him twisting some of their core details, but I'm gonna refrain from pinpointing them all. Why? Because any brain with a shred of sense coursing it can clearly call bull on everything Drake says. You can actually see the insincerity seep through his crocodile tears, so why bother point out the obvious. Here's the thing Kenny, the only reason why I was reluctant to reason with you on perhaps killing off the clown schtick is because I knew how attached you are to humor, I knew it was your escape and haven from all the constant negativity in this world and I didn't want to ruin it for you. I also figured you wouldn't care for what I thought in this regard and that you'd instantly let anything I say about it fall on deaf ears. So I bit my tongue. I came to know and befriend a couple of guys in the company and even though I constantly pleaded you to join the circle, you'd always refuse. So I bit my tongue, again. Now that you feel like it's you versus the world, you seek out those happenstances doctoring them to serve your own case, but we both know that shit doesn't slide with me. Proclaiming that one time I didn't find us a car or a cab at the airport as the moment you knew I was one of THEM? Who are these 'them' exactly, I don't fucking get it. No, you know what? Don't answer it, I don't care anymore. I don't care what you say, how you feel; I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, PERIOD. Not anymore, son. All I care about now is etching history in blood, YOUR blood as well as Aren's and becoming the NEXT King of the Jungle. Sooner or later, that crown is mine.

The King is trembling in his socks, clinging to his sole thought of solace that displays him mightier than he actually is. The King instinctively gripped the sharp tip of his crown, sweat trickling down his forehead as he gazes into the Ace's icy blues. The latter does not budge, not one breath of air mistaken or disturbed before he makes his first step forth. Towards the throne, towards the King, towards the latter's end and his own beginning.

Oh, em, eff, gee,

So, many, fricking, Vixens, so, little, time ...

I don't like EAW Vixens. That's the honest to Gawd's truth. I do not like the other women I share the locker room with. I don't even like other women period. Women are bitches. Deplorable, petty little cunts. I would know, I am one. I'm a bitch. I've come to realize that the older I got. No one has to tell me, you don't think I know that I'm a bitch? You don't think I know I'm stuck up, arrogant and condescending? That isn't news to me. But of course people love wasting my time by telling me redundant shit that I already know. So yes, I am a complete asshole, I take advantage of people, I manipulate people, and when they serve no use to me I throw them away. I treat girls like Ruby Cooper like crap because I look at other girls like crap. The difference is, I don't try to hide it, or save face to it. I'm bold enough to admit it, unlike the other cowards in the back who put on smiley faces when they all secretly have an agenda. That's the difference between me and them, I'll keep it all the way real with you, whereas the others are fake as fawk. To me the other Vixens are about as valuable as a bundle of sticks. I don't respect any of them, because I don't have to respect anyone. The only person, man or woman, who I do respect is my uncle, and that's because he's a God to this place. Without him, this place doesn't exist, without my uncle, none of you have jobs, half of you are pole dancing or wrestling in barns or strip clubs food stamps in whatever piece of crap hole you bitches crawled out of. You don't get to travel the world, you don't get the adulation. Oh sure, maybe one or two of you do, like that gay boy Angelo still living off mommy and daddy's money, but for the most part you'd all be bums. Bum-bum-bum-bum-bums. 

You should thank my uncle every time you see him, and while you're at it you should thank me too -- just off of principle. The other girls in my match on Dynasty should thank me for even addressing them, because UNFORTUNATELY on Dynasty I'm competing in a 10 Vixens *gags* tag team match, which means I have to be surrounded by 9 inferior others. 

When people see me on the streets some of them feel inclined to rudely disrespect me and ask me why I'm such a bitch, or why I hate the other girls so much, or what did they ever do to me anyway? I just find it rude because such a question insults my intelligence, but then I remember, most people aren't all that intelligent to begin with anyways. I'm repulsed by Vixens because of the way they are. I'm just not used to being surrounded by so many cheap whores at once. I use the word "whore" very carelessly and loosely but there isn't much value in a whore, all she's good for is what's between her legs, and that's pretty much how most Vixens are. They're just good for their legs, or their mouth, they talk talk talk and then they suck off the highest point of authority in the back. That's how they get opportunities around here. I'll never be in that situation because of my uncle, they know not to disrespect me, but the others come in here worthless and do all they can to leave with a legacy. It's too bad most of it is fabricated. You hand these bitches a contract, a wad of cash and Twitter followers and they start acting like they're important. Look at Azumi for instance. Since when was Azumi ever relevant? Silence and I were beating the dog-spit out of her for weeks, and suddenly she rides on the next dick she see's and her relationship is all over the internet for us to see. It's like she doesn't even care about how the rest of us feel! Do you know how it's like having to scroll through social media and see her and Nas' middle school-esque relationshit-posts? "Awwe look at my lil zoomi, layin' asleep with her ass out, neva thought dis shit wud meen so much to me yo". Eugh, bluhhh, GROSS! Everything about Azumi is fucking annoying. Her hairstyle is annoying, her ring gear is annoying, her ring music is annoying, her relationship is annoying, her man is annoying, her voice is annoying, her partner is annoying -- and useless. Why doesn't she just go away?

And then we have Ruby Cooper, just the nerdiest, lamest, most meek little trick I've ever laid eyes on. If Ruby and I went to the same high school I would have picked on her to no end. I used to do that back in high school -- pick on the lesser girls. Usually the poor ones. It was a lot of fun actually, pretending to befriend them and then ostracizing them. I used to chew bitches like Ruby up and spit them out just for my amusement. That's what I did on Turbo last week, I chewed her up and spit her out. I made her my victim, and now that's all she is to me. Just some video game playing nerd with no sense of style and an awful dye job. What's with these Vixens and dye jobs anyway? We got bitches like Aria, Cailin and fricking Ruby Cooper running around looking like clowns as if this were the damn circus. This is why I can't stand these other broads, they embarrass me. They embarrass me with their ridiculous outfits, dumb ass hair dos, and cringey relationshit-posts on the EAW Feed. GIVE IT A REST! 

I'm so fricking sick of these fake-nice wannabes walking around acting like they're so fricking good when they're not. At least back in the day Vixens weren't such pretenders. When I was growing up, Vixens were total assholes and they owned that shit. Now everyone's got an image and a rep to uphold. You whores make me sick. At least I have someone like Cameron Ella Ava on my team who isn't so pretentious, but even she's starting to get pretty washed. And her sister is a lame too. That's why I plan on carrying my team to the win in this 5 on 5 match on Dynasty and winning the whole entire EOE tournament; I'm doing it so that I can better represent this godforsakened division than anyone else has for a long time. My success will mean EAW's success, and just like you all owe your careers to my uncle, you're gonna find that after I become your new Empress, you'll owe all of the money, fame and success that comes with the upcoming boom period in the Vixens division all to me.

That was the exact response I was anticipating. It’s a shame some individuals can be so predictable. Every word that spewed out of your mouth could be heard from a mile away, Sheridan. How does it feel knowing that your words were basically taken out of a rough draft version of one of Adolph Hitler’s infamous speeches? You call me a moron, you call me every insult your small, conservative little brain can think of but fact of the matter is, the only moron in this battle is YOU. And as like you, Sheridan, I’m not just going to call you a moron without any sort of evidence to back me up. My argument would then be completely useless. I want to prove to you that regardless of what thesaurus you carry in your back pocket, you will always be seen as a weak minded loser in my eyes. You say that you have logic running through your veins but you couldn’t be more wrong. You think a woman who portrays herself as this mighty God is logical? A woman who views herself on another level EVEN THOUGH she hasn’t done anything remarkable in this company is illogical. I know, I know, your retort can include me being a bit hypocritical. I constantly say that I’m on another level than you, I constantly babble on about how I’m more talented, more charismatic, more intelligent than you. But the difference between you and I, Sheridan, is that I have 5 star matches, impressionable title reigns, worthwhile, hearty wins – something you can’t say you’ve had. Therefore, my dear, I am ENTITLED to say whatever the fuck I want. I’ve worked my tail to get to the spot I am.  When I started out in this company, everyone looked at me as if I was a joke. They all predicted I would’ve bailed out on the company the moment I got my first loss. Well guess what, I took my loss. I took my defeat. I took all of the negative and turned it into a positive. This is why I bring up the past, this is why I love to “dwell” on my past successes. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be the woman that is standing right in front of you. I wouldn’t be the woman that’s making you bow your head as you look at your toes in embarrassment knowing she fucked up. You don’t know me and I don’t know you. I’m just trying to give you a little backstory, baby. I’m helping you out by giving you something to work with. You shouldn’t be so defensive over my autobiography; you should be thanking me that I’m taking the time to give you my little spiel. But of course, you’re just an ungrateful little brat who crosses her arms and looks the other direction when being told the hard, cold truth. Well, we didn’t expect Hitler to have sympathy for the Jews so I kind of had this coming, don’t ya think?
 
Even though talking to you feels like I’m conversing with a blonde version of Madison Kaline, you are a unique character Ms. Mueller. I’m a logical human being so I’ll give credit where credit is due. You came into our company with one purpose and that’s to spread your German Efficiency. German Efficiency, as you put it, has made the Vixens into the dynamic division it is today. Well – Let’s not take into consideration that I ended Maddie’s reign of terror and brought some sort of prestige to the Vixens title. No, you, Ms. Mueller, you won the Vixens Cup!! Yeah! You beat uh, was it Cameron? Or I think it was Rey? Was it Rey? I don’t remember the match; I don’t remember the participant. I mean, I remember you because, well, you won it, obviously! The match itself was pretty forgettable. Oh, but you know a match that WAS memorable that happened not too long after that? My main event Triple Threat match! Yeah, I lost, however, for the record you silly goose, I was not defeated. I was never pinned. My shoulders did not stay on the mat for three seconds. I lost because I got injured. Sometimes, life hits you when it matters the most. I got hit, and I got hit hard. And you’re right, Sher, it is my fault. It’s my fault that HBG is in power right now. But don’t give me all the credit, you have that Cup in your possession. You could’ve easily cashed it in at Pain for Pride. Why didn’t you do it, Sher? Were you scared that on the night of the biggest event that our company puts on you were going to lose? Were you uncertain about your skills and abilities that night, Sher? I mean, that night you defeated another Hall of Famer, Kendra Shamez. Why didn’t you take that momentum and use it? Because you were scared. And you’re still scared. So if you want to put the blame on me for HBG’s reign of terror, that’s fine. But we both know we’re both kind of guilty for that happening. So at least say that. 
 
And for someone who likes to rip on other people’s material, don’t think you’re safe on that one, sweetheart. I literally had to fast forward your “efficient” promotional video, as you like to call it, because as I sat there and watched, I suddenly had the urge to say that being white is right and being anything else is just wrong. I’m sorry to break it to you, Sher, but you’re just not naturally made for being on these videos or for being the face of a division for that matter. You have no emotion; you have no charisma. Whenever you walk into a place, people stare at you and not for the reason that you’re thinking of. I know you probably think have German Efficiency seeping out of your pores, which would result in people staring at you in amazement, but when people stare at you it’s because they’re talking about you. They’re talking about how your movements, your words sound like they’ve been made in a lab and have been pre-programmed inside of you. Side note; Have you been taking “promotional video” lessons from Cameron Ella Ava? You both are strikingly similar but just in case, there’s a reason why she’s floating around the division with her retarded cum dumpster of a sister and not champion in our division. Anyway, back to the main focus – You’re boring, you’re generic, you’re talentless. You are the worst Vixens I’ve ever laid me eyes on. Yeah, that may sound a bit harsh but it’s true. I’ve gone against numerous amounts of people during my career and I’ve had a lengthy one at that. But you, Sheridan, are the most obnoxious fucking cunt I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You say the same shit over, and over, and over again. I’m glad that you sat through my entire promo, but god damn, I can’t say the same for you. You seriously need to go back and rethink this little gimmick you have going on. Germany Efficiency is getting a bit old and for the sake of your future opponents, think of something else. You can capitalize on your body, hell, you can even say you have a dick for all we know and that could get you more of a pop than anything in this business! But German Efficiency, it’s nothing but propaganda. A false way to live by and you repeat it so much that it makes me wonder whether you, yourself believe in it? If you were confident about your ideology, then you’d be set saying it once but saying it 14 times in a promotional video is a bit too much. Are you trying to convince yourself too while you’re trying to spread your words of hate? It’s a lot to think about, I know! Don’t hurt yourself in the process, okay boo?
 
Sherbot, despite what your beliefs about me are – I do in fact live in the present. I also, however, love to delve into memory lane because I fucking want to. No one asked you to face me, no one asked me if I wanted to face you. This is who I am, this is what I bring to the table and if that’s not sitting well with you then TOO bad. I don’t like the fact that you’re a boring ass bitch with no personality but you don’t see me bitching about it constantly. Sure, I bring it up as a heated topic because I want to give you something to work with. You know what I mean? Like when you bring up shit that I already said multiple times in my own promotional video then you’re not helping me out, man. From one former champion to a sad, lonely, rookie – I’m just trying to give you some tips so hopefully you can be as successful as me in the future. Just as a side note, next time show me something that hasn’t been shown before on the EAW Network. Yes, of course, we know that Sherbot is a patriotic little thing but is that all you have to offer? You say you’re smart, ok, you say you’re more realistic and reasonable, ok. What else? What’s the real reason you won the Vixens Cup? Because you say big words and construct sentences that could’ve been shortened up really easily? Or are you just one of those girls who “make it to the top” but then fall down harder than anything imaginable because they can’t continuously reinvent themselves to the point that keeps them a relevant topic and relevant enough to keep in the title scene? There’s a reason why I was granted my title shot, Sherbot. There’s a reason why I’m going to end HBG’s career – a woman who has been deemed as the Great Vixen of all Time and you’re not… Like I said, I’m just trying to help you out but at the end of the day..
 
You do you. 
 

American Efficiency, something you’ve never seen before, folks!

This entire thing of me getting into this business was nothing more than a fleeting idea that has came and gone through my mind since I was young. I have always just been a fan when my dad introduced the sport to me and at the moment when I saw men climbing the mountain top to reach to the top and I've constantly imagined it being me in their position screaming at the top of my lungs saying that I have finally done it. Now fast forward to the present day and now I'm signed with EAW and I'm in a championship match and that alone is a dream come true, the simple fact I have been blessed with this opportunity is more than me or anyone else was expecting. I think out of everyone coming into this match that I have faced the most ridicule because my naive nature and being really open and honest about my dreams, my feelings and actually showing people my vulnerability. I admit that I'm prone to being taken advantage of and I'm pretty much asking for guys like Nathan to do whatever they can to get inside my head and tear me down. But despite all of the negativity and the threats that has been thrown my way, I won't let it get to me where I'll end up screwing up my opportunity to have a chance in becoming a winner. Being a winner is something that has alluded me ever since I started playing sports, video games and so on and so forth. I always remember that I was the guy that was picked last when team captains chose their players because people doubted whether or not if I was talented enough to get them the W. I remember when no one really wanted to go to prom with me at my high school because they didn't think I was good looking enough to be seen with. But during those times I end up surprising people and shattering their perception of me time and time again. I showed in sports that I am competent to do what I can to help my team succeed, and I shocked everyone at my Senior prom when someone actually liked me because of my personality and wanted to be seen with me. People didn't expect me to actually be on my high school wrestling team because I got rejected multiple times but somehow, someway I ended up achieving that goal and was fortunate enough to be apart of that team that back then I really wanted to be in. No one didn't expect me to get better from my injuries and thought I would spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair or on crutches or walk with a limp. But I rehabbed hard and I proved them wrong ONCE AGAIN WHEN I'M WALKING JUST FINE ON MY OWN TWO FEET! The one thing that kept me going is chasing a dream that I thought it would be impossible, that was the fire that kept my heart burning and my passion burning to make sure I get to EAW somehow. And lastly people along with myself didn't expect me to be signed to an official contract to the company that I wanted wrestler for and look at me now, I'm a viable contender for the Hardcore Championship! What all of those have in common is this, I dared to dream and I defied the system and shatter expectations and limitations that were set by the people who deemed me to be nothing more than a sorry loser who wouldn't amount to anything in life! But time and time again I have showed them that I can succeed if I put my heart, body and soul into it then I can make any silly dream or fantasy into a reality because if you would have asked me a few years ago if I would end up in a wrestling company such as this, I would have told you that you were crazy. But look at me now, I'm here in EAW and I'm loving every bit of it because at one point this was  nothing more than a mere fantasy, the unattainable that I can only dream of being here. 

A lot of people has asked me what are my plans going into my championship later this week and it kinda weighed on my mind a bit on what I'm going to do when that bell rings. A lot of people in this match are just chomping at the bit to get down and dirty and nasty and ready to resort to anything to make sure they hold on until the twenty five time limit is up. But for me, I'm praying that I even survive the entire thing. But I know that just surviving isn't enough, my dreams of being a champion is on the line here. I will be the first one to admit that this match isn't for me and that every time I head out to the ring I'm at a disadvantage because I can't bring myself to strike another man, especially where I'm being encouraged to use a random object to strike someone with and make sure they are unconscious. That's not me and I won't resort to stuff like that to get to my dream, so I'll find another way to make sure I end this as quickly as possible and find a way to walk out as the Hardcore Champion. I know during the midst of the chaos I'm expecting to being targeted and I won't put it pass anyone in this match to try to get a quick pin fall or a submission victory over me. But they'll be in for a huge surprise that I won't fall as easy as they make it seem that I would. Nathan, you especially think that I'm going to fall under pressure because to you I'm just a kid with foolish dreams and a defiant heart. But you know what Nathan, I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for me daring to dream. I'm fighting for that dream to become a champion and I'm willing to endure the worse when the time comes. I'm willing to be set on fire or having one of my eyes gouged out or even have a noose wrapped around my neck and being dragged around these ring. I'm willing to endure the nightmares that are waiting for me because the only thing that is truly stopping me isn't you, or the extreme, the thing that can ever stop me is myself. I'm going to stay true to myself Nathan and you and J.D Damon can berate me and mock me all you want and hell everyone in this match can gang up on me if they wish. But the thing that will remain a constant in this match is that I won't buckle under the pressure, I will believe in myself and to continue to hang on for the sake of what's on the line in this match. I won't let the dream of me holding a title belt over my head with tears in my eyes and gaining the acceptance that I have been yearning for. I won't let that image of me fade away because people like you try to dictate how I act, how I see things and what I believe to be true. I have been told time and time again by peers to people who I don't even know to tell me that I'm not cut out for the EAW. A lot of people don't even see me coming out of this match alive. But I haven't let that stop me from chasing my dream, because if I did I wouldn't have even signed my name on the dotted lines when a contract was presented to me. I have faith in myself and my abilities and my style of wrestling to get me through this match and also prove to my critics that I can survive, that I can thrive under circumstances like these. So to answer your question Nathan if people decide to boo me or not get behind me anymore, then that's fine. It will bother me a bit but it'll be okay because I believe as long as I continue to do what I love then I must be doing something right by someone. The thought of me possibly not walking out with the Hardcore Championship has entered my mind, I'm not going to sit here and pretend that it isn't a possibility and even if I don't win at least I can say I tried and the general manager thinks highly of me enough to put me in this position to begin with. 

So Nathan, you can doubt me all you want but I'm not going to let you intimidate me to the point where I won't be able to think straight. J.D Damon, I'm not going to let your ruthlessness get the better of me either because I'm not going to back down from this whatsoever. You both have warned me, you two have mocked me and try to remind me that I'm just some weak punk who cries a lot and lives in a candy land world. But the thing is that no matter what you guys say to me or do to me, I will remain defiant to the bitter end. I won't change my mind, I won't back down from nearly impossibly odds because I believe in fairy tales, I believe in happy endings. I believe if I hang in there and worked hard enough all of it will pay off and at the end of this dark and bloody tunnel I will scratch and claw my way to the Hardcore Championship. I know the stigma in this company or hell in life that people like me aren't meant to be here, let alone succeed but I'm here to prove everyone wrong. I want to earn the respect of guys like you who are so incredibly gifted that I wish I could easily brag about how great of a wrestler I am, Nathan. J.D Damon, as a former champion in yourself, it would mean the world to me if I earned your respect too. And I can't do that by measly words and threats and what you have done in this industry scare me off. I'm will to stand in the face of adversity and show that I can hang and that I can fight! So I'm glad that you aren't going to show me mercy because I'm a man and I don't need your mercy, I'm going to prove to you and to J.D Damon that guys like me can not only succeed, not only become a champion but for once in my life become a winner that people can actually be proud of;. You guys may be made to do this and you guys may have all the gifts that I wish I had for myself, but the it factor that will define me and that you all will see that I was BORN TO DO THIS! I'm not going to let this opportunity go to waste, I'm not going to let the tears and heartache that I have shed and gone through be in vain because I have turned this imagination of a five year old boy, turn into a reality! My boyhood dream of becoming a champion is within my grasp and I will do what whatever it takes to make sure I leave as the Hardcore Champion. This may be the impossible but I have dared to dream and attempt doing the impossible and the thing that will make this the most satisfying victory is that I've done it my way. No cheap tricks, no betraying my values and my core beliefs, I have done it as me and I'm not going to let the vices and self doubt deter me from the goal of becoming a champion. Like I said before, the only person that CAN STOP ME IS ME AND YOU WILL SEE COME VOLTAGE IS THIS BOY SHINING LIKE A STAR WHEN I PROVE TO EVERYONE THAT MARCO FEDOR HAS ARRIVED AND I WILL BE CHAMPION! THIS. I. VOW!