.:SHOCK VALUE #1:.



It’s time.

It’s time to end this pitiful rivalry that has been doing NOTHING but creating chaos in our new home. This rivalry, that has been fueled by huge egos has been tainting not only MY reputation, but it has been tainting the reputation of my fellow OG Vixens. We started our alliance in hopes of restoring some faith in this already distasteful environment, however, once the Vixen’s title was handed over to the complete filth of Empire, it was time to strengthen our resources. It was time to amp things up a little, because I refuse to watch this ship sink all the way down to the bottom of the ocean where nothing can be seen; where nothing can be heard.

You are the anchors of this roster, and you are bringing us ALL down with your stupid mentalities. 

If there’s something Sheridan Müller got right, it’s that I have a burning passion for this division. Ever since the first day I step foot into this company, I always took what was best for EAW into consideration. I am the pioneer that led this group of undermined women into glory. I was the leader of the pack, I was the one who broke glass ceilings and completely demolished barriers. I act like an entitled piece of shit and it’s because I AM an entitled piece of shit who has paved the way for all of the Vixens standing here today. Now, I won’t take all the credit because my sisters have also done the exact same thing. We call ourselves the OG Vixens for a reason. We come here to compete and to completely annihilate the competition, and that’s what we’ve been doing since day one. Our first days in EAW were so remarkable that NO ONE has successfully been able to top our breathtaking careers. We help young talent gain the confidence that they need in order to be a successful EAW Vixen. And how are we treated? How are we paid for all the help we’ve served this community?! We’re shunned, we are deemed as controversial and we are disrespected day in and day out. And who is the leader of this flock of morons who think it’s cool to just come up to me, the legendary Kendra Shamez, and insult me in various ways? Who is the individual who is leading the pack of rebels that are ready to fight the moment they blow their whistle? Who’s the pastor that flocks you all like sheep?

The Sirens are a weird bunch, they truly are. Usually in a clique you know who the leader is. You get a clear visualization of who the head is out of the wolf pack. But in this bunch, you all just look like a flock of scared puppies trying to find your owner but to no avail, you just cry and cry until you soothe yourselves because that’s what the hard life has thought you. However, in this story, not even your impeccable self-soothing skills will be able to heal you from this devastating loss. The Sirens are a group who don’t really give a shit about one another. You have Sheridan Müller and Cailin Dillon, two eventual competitors for the Vixens championship and here they are trying to act as if they’re butt buddies trying to destroy the empire we have created. Then it’s Tarah Nova and Haruna Sakazaki, another odd couple who wouldn’t be able to work together even if their fucking lives depended on it. And Aria Jaxon? That girl is a lost cause. Ever since she was demolished by the Heart Break Gal, losing at EAW’s biggest show of the year, that passion, that drive that she once had twinkling in her eye is long gone. Someone who was once deemed as the future of this company is now stuck battling it out with half brained idiots on Voltage. It’s funny how shit works out, huh “mamas”?

Cailin, unfortunately your days of trying to kiss up to the champion are long gone. I don’t fall for your little act anymore. At first, I was completely blown away by your humility; by your kindness that seemed to stem from your heart and nowhere else. However, how can I look at you with love in my eyes if you’re on the opposite team? You’re fighting with the Sirens against the OG Vixens. If you say that you admire me that much, your actions completely contradict that statement. Week after week, month after month, you’ve verbally stated that you’re completely against anything OG. Our thoughts, our plans, our ideologies you’ve slammed time after time again. How do you really feel, Cailin? Are you going to pull a Nicole Fyre on me? Are you going to try to mask the fact that you have two faces or is it all going to blow up in your face? Why don’t you woman up and act like the rest of the walking trash bins in your group and say it. Come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Say it. Say that you’re better than me. Say that you’re going to whoop my old ass in the ring. I know that it’s in your mind and you’re just aching to say it. You’re just trying to save your ass and it’s not going to work this time around. I’m always one step ahead of the game, and quite frankly you’re not. 

Team Siren make me fucking LAUGH. They have no idea how hard it is to be in this company for so long and getting doors slammed in your face. The new generation Vixens expect everyone to get on their knees and kiss their ass because they’re entitled little brats. You five morons haven’t paid your dues. You haven’t earned your war scars. Only because you have that title around your waist, Sheridan, I can assure you that you are no champion of mine. A Vixens champion is supposed to be someone who you admire, someone who you look up to. Just like Aria Jaxon, you’re a lost cause. There is no way in hell I’m going to EVER admire someone so vile, someone so disrespectful. If I was your mother, I’d slap the shit out of that stupid foreign mouth until you LEARN your place and you LEARN how to speak to those wiser than you. The good thing about this, though, is that I don’t need to be related to you in order to teach you the ways of the OG’s. You can say whatever you want, Sheridan, but if it wasn’t for me, you’d be in that battle royal match. If it wasn’t for me, giving you your one-on-one classic wrestling match at Pain for Pride, you wouldn’t be where you are today. I am the reason why you’re successful, I am the reason why you’re the champion and I AM THE REASON WHY YOU’RE IN ANY WAY RELEVANT. Would someone who would be envious, as you like to say, admit to any of that? You are simply my creation that I have to unfortunately destroy. Your head is getting to big and if I don’t pop that balloon sized head of yours, someone else will. Wouldn’t you want the woman who made you do that instead of some other random joe-shmoe? You don’t deserve nearly half of the praises you receive, Sheridan. And don’t you dare rip value to my efficient win towards you at House of Glass. Not only did I beat you, but I destroyed you. If you didn’t have the Vixens cup in your possession, you would’ve tumbled to the near bottom and you would’ve had to crawl yourself all the way back up. But now, now you’re lavishing in the glory. The glory that you STOLE from my sister, the Heart Break Gal. She’s the one who’s supposed to have her title around her waist. SHE’S the one who’s supposed to be the Vixens champion we all admire. She will get her rematch soon, but who knows if you’ll even be competent enough to hold your title for that long. As I’ve said before, you are NO champion of mine.

There are times I often forget that many of the Vixens I’m battling are a rare breed of stupid. I am the champion you should all look up to, not Sheridan Müller or the Empress of Elite, Cailin Dillon. I am the only relevant Vixen who has EVER held the Vixens AND Specialist championships in her career. Not Tarah, Cailin, Sheridan, Haruna, Aria, Cleo, Brody, Madison, anyone on this fucking planet can compete with the Greatest Vixen of all Time.

(Scene fades into the door to Ahrens personal locker room opening into Ahren hanging upside down like a bat again)

 

Hello cameraman, yes ''tis I, Ahren Fournier back into my bat cocoon. Where it all began, back where Ahren became the trillest bat fairy in all the land. This is my place for rest, solitude, rehabilitation! My home away from home. As you can see I have a blind covering my eyes, so, how did I know you were here without seeing you? Simple the bat powers are working, the sonar 'tis working. Before I look at what Mike Showman says, I will make a prediction. Mike Showman will say.. Something about me being a retard. You know why? He's predictable. Also he will say he beat me, which is predictable, but acceptable. It is a great accomplishment to beat me... but he cheated. And he's still proud about that? A tainted victory? Mike you don't get it, fool me once, shame on me... but I correct my mistakes and don't make them again. That's what I do, that's who I am. That's what you don't get, you think you can get by on what you did already, but you can't. I've learned and grown, and it'll never happen again. Meanwhile you say the same shit, you're better because you're rich, you have class, and I'm a retard. People with class.. yup, clearly you don’t know what class is. But here's the thing, the stipulation is that the winner gets a shot at any title... you're in a tag team, you're not going for the tag titles? You selfish slut. Don't you think Jon would go for the tag titles with you? If not why the hell are you in a tag team to begin with? That's the problem with you Mike you have no common sense. You're not book smart, you're not street smart... you're not... smart at all really. Which always confuses me as to why you do think you’re so smart. Well, never mind, I do know why. Again goes back to the spoiled brat rich kid who was told everything about him was great because you know, you’re rich. That's why you can't come up with a real insult to me other than retard, you’re not intelligent enough to actually come up with anything creative. So lets get down to it, I like to blur the lines between fiction and reality. And what I do works so how can you blame me.



Mike the whole problem you had with me.. and clearly still have with me, is that you don't understand me. You're jealous that the fans do, and love me for it. So what do you do with that confusion, jealousy, and clear fear? You use it for hate. Instead of understanding, you chose to hate. And that's why we have racism, bigots, all the traits you show. And look at that, you're rich? Perfect candidate for a racist, bigot, and everything wrong with this world. And the person you respect most in this match? Jon McAdams? I've beat him twice.. not only have I beaten him twice, I beat him clean, something you couldn't do against me. What you did, that wasn't respectable, it was pathetic. You just couldn't go 10 minutes without withholding the urge of grabbing my golden plums. I know it's quite alluring, but you have to control yourself. Speaking of Jon McAdams, do you remember why you got together in that hotel room that one night to hash out the team details> it was a combined hatred for Ahren Fournier that did it. Ok well I’ve been waiting by my mail box for weeks now and I haven’t gotten my thank you letter for that. Now I’m mad, because you think people with class would have the decency to give out thank you letters to people that helped. But you two, you don’t have class, you picked the wrong name for your team. People with no talent, would’ve been better, People No one Cares about, that’s a true good one. You two think just because you can afford to eat at 5 star restaurants, stay at 5 star hotels, that gives you class. Well seeing that neither of you graduated high school apparently and only came to money through your fathers… Actually I don’t even know if Jon has money, pretty sure Mike started a trust fund for him or something.  But eating at these fancy places, doing these fancy things, that doesn’t mean you have class, it just means you have the funds to eat high class food. But to have class you need manners, you have to be decent human beings, and I look at you two and I don’t see that. I’ve seen Mike numerous times chew out employees, get them fired, because he didn’t get what he wanted. Always the perpetual spoiled brat obviously, he can’t buy the one thing that he’s always wanted… Daddy’s love, so he makes everyone else suffer for it. Individually, Mike, I have some revenge I’d like to inflict on you, that shot to the balls hurt. Although, I would like to thank you.. I trust you got my letter, because the chances of me having kids has drastically went down! I’m sterile!! WOOOO (Pops the champagne) CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS!! CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS!!... Sorry I was singing my theme song, its quite catchy as I’m sure you know. Mike I can’t have you running around here claiming that you’re better than me because you have 1 bullshit fluke victory that you cheated to get. So I’m going to punish you… Not the way I like to get punished either, like the real gritty, oh my god I want to die kind of way. Jon, you keep showing up in my life, claiming that you’re better than me, and every time I shut you up. Just a bitch slap to the face, POW! So I’m very curious to see what you can possibly say to make anyone believe that you’re better than me… Or anyone in this match for that matter. Oh and a million bucks say, that they call me a retard… Again, no class. BOOM!



(Cuts himself out of the cocoon with knives that he was holding doing a double back flip Landing on his feet in a super hero kneel, before getting up) 







You're right though, I am insane.. well I toe the line between brilliance and insanity, which makes me unstoppable. I can talk circles around you, finding a hole in everything you say, because you're not as smart as me. Then I can go out there and outwrestle you, backing up everything that I say. And that's what I did, I outwrestled you, you panicked, and cheated, beside you knew there was no other way. 














I CAN’T BLAME YOU FOR LETTING YOUR DICK DO THE THINKING!! Look at my nipples how succulent they are, so symmetrical, perfect shade of pink, you want to put them in your mouth don't you?? Mmm (starts rubbing nipples) yeah that's that shit you want. The reflection of perfection in living color. WELL YOU CANT!!! Now look at my skin, so soft, yet rough. Just the perfect amount of both to get everyone turned on, yet know I mean business. The beard? My eyes? The whole face region, perfection... Damn I’m good looking. That’s why I want that title man, it’s the perfect mirror. A GOLDEN MIRROR? Sign me up.







 Three of these guys I have no idea who they are, they've been here for a combined total of 3 days. What in gods name is top prospect now a days? What have they done to be top prospects? Ummm nothing? Jakob the lion? His record is 5 loses 1 win... as he so bluntly said on the EAW feed, why the hell is he in this? How is he a top prospect? 1 win?? 1??? Get out of here with that shit. Star Wars guy had one match? Is that what it takes to be a top prospect? Alonzo you can bring . bring jar jar binks, is that his name? I don’t know. You are crazy if you think you can fly the millennium falcon, or whatever it was called to the Ahrena.. enter said Ahrena and win this match. You won’t have your little gun blaster to use. It’s just going to be body parts, wrestling and what not. So basically you’re screwed. Alonzo.. Haven’t you been here for like 2 weeks? I don’t know why you’re in this match. Oh my god because everyone sees how talented I am in such a short amount of weeks oh my god you’re jelly. That or… They just needed space to fill, you’re the space filler congrats on that. You and the lion. Don’t worry I’ve wrestled lions before.. I know how to handle that situation. Oh.. He’s not a real lion? His name isn’t even the lion? SO WHY IS HE IN THE MATCH?? Anyway, anyways. So like, you think you’re the son of a fictional character or something? Is that what your thing is? But wait, not only is he a fictional character, but he’s one of the biggest pussies that ever graced the silver screen. He was the Benedict Arnold of Star Wars. Betrayed his BEST FRIEND, sold him out, only to come crawling back at the end, because he knew hew as a douche. And that’s who you want your dad to be? Does Billie Dee Williams know about this? That’s weird, but you see The TRILL FAIRY IS NOT A FICTIONAL CHARACTER HE IS VERY… I’m going to stop yelling now, hurts the golden pipes… Anyways, The trill fairy is not a fictional character, he is as real as it comes. You want bat powers? He’s go them. Aquaman powers? He’s got them, you’ll never catch him drowning. He is everything you want to be and more, and he has the past to back it up. Who is this magnificient being I call the Trill Fairy… Well that is no other than.. The Crown Jewel… Ahren Fournier.  So Billie Dee’s son, you can go back to fairy tale world with all your friends, like Chewbacca, ManBearPig, Umm, the other bears from the movie.. Yeah you can go now.Danny Knox? Isn't he in a tag team? That’s really all I know about him. Oh and also he’s been here for like 2 weeks? Job McAdams loses all the time.. Like legit, look it up he has a losing record. Great top prospect? Jd Damon has been here a lot longer than all of us and has already held a title. Top prospect? JD Damon, If you haven’t got past the prospect level by now, you must be doing something wrong, am I right ladies?







How in Fourniers green earth am I in a top prospects match to determine who deserves a title match, with these people? It will be an easy victory I know... So tell me where the cut off for prospect is, because I'm lost. Everyone in this match has been here too long or not long enough in my opinion. And hey I've beaten the guys I've faced in this match already. Except for one cheating no good rotten snake who will face my wrath, my retribution is nye showman, you overrated spoiled brat who can't even say a coherent sentence. 








Solomon Caine.... What is this, you’re trying out for the Sanitorium now? What’s the talk about masters, why don’t you have your own free will? This is The United States of Fournier, slavery is illegal! You want to talk about how it’s pathetic how I listen to the praise of the people, when you legit do the same thing. Sure you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for your masters. I do it for the people that pay me. So in reality, who’s the moron in this scenario? I’m taking advantage of everything this world has to offer. Yes girls throw themselves at me, yes I take them because I can. People cheer for me, I accept it, because it would be weird if I told them to stop. I have an infectious personality what can I say? You seem rather dull and dreary so I can understand you don’t know what it’s like. Your slave owners give you a little bit of gratitude and you’re all over their nuts, like chill fam. But that’s that Stockholm syndrome in full effect. Why do you do this? Because your masters command you? And what happens if you don’t? They punish you? Sounds like an abusive relationship bro, got to let that shit go.







 
There's no way any of you can beat me, for too long I've been wanting this chance, this opportunity and I'm finally getting it. I have this fire in my stomach that no man can comprehend. Every week I go out there and I'm the most entertaining, most athletic,







Physically dominating athlete on the roster, and there's no denying that. My record speaks for itself, I can guarantee you stack my record against any of yours and it will make you all look like jokes. But that's the past right? And none of that matters, what matters is this weekend at shock value, i will once again be the person every one came to see. You will all be the background characters to my inevitable rise to stardom. There is a reason that I'm called the next great face of EAW... well that's not going to be the case anymore. After this weekend at Shock Value, the crown jewel Ahren Fournier will just be known as the great face of EAW. None of you can stop me, Jon McAdams and mike showman, you two can double team me all you want, I know you two have been working on your double team moves all day and night trying to get them right, but alas they won't be enough. Maero you can bring oz I'll slap that little shit into the third row of the crowd. I will not be stopped, you have all caught the trill fairy at the wrong time, you stand in his way, and you'll all be punished... no condoms for you, just pain. Now I’m off, back to my cocoon of solitude, for I shall slumber in there for the night. Ta ta for now.

 

(Camera fades to black as he starts creating a new cocoon)

Fear? You think that Judas was created out of fear? No no no, it may have been created from fear but it wasn’t MY fear. It was everyone else’s. All it took was a mask and some facepaint and all of a sudden it was like the world became just a little bit darker for everyone around me. From Reckless Wiring to Shock Value, I have remained the single most dominant Elitist in EAW today. From then to now, I have remained almost undefeated in singles competition with but a single blot, one which has found himself erased and removed for good. Can you say the same, Impact? Can you honestly admit to yourself that these past seven months have gone as well for you? You can shout and scream to the heavens that you’ve been The Machine that you claim to be but when you take away that one accomplishment, when you remove the Grand Rampage victory from your resumé, you don’t have anything else to your name. In fact, if it were not for that incredible feat of victory then I think you would be rather embarrassed with how your year has turned out. I certainly would be. Meanwhile, here I am, having my first big match since my return from injury be at the Grand Rampage where I made it until the final eight, only seven spots behind you. That’s rather convincing, isn’t it, given that I only entered the match three spots after you. While you had been “grinding away” it took me less than a month to almost accomplish the same feat that you did. Congratulations, that’s so wonderful of you. That’s not even taking into account that my second big match was again less than a month later with my victory over the Pizza Boy to win the National Elite Championship. Here I am, obtaining victory after victory, defeating all who have dared try and oppose me, and yet you still try to question my integrity as though this past year hasn’t proven that I have what it takes. The unfortunate truth though is this, Impact: I don’t have to prove a damn thing to you… but I’m still going to. I’m going to make a point to prove you wrong just for the pleasure of knocking your egotistical, self-centered self down a few pegs and that’s the only reason I’m going to do it. I enjoy mocking you. Seeing you get hot and bothered only to act like this was all a part of your grand scheme all along but you’ve been playing catchup this whole time, speaking on a whim. If you actually knew what was going to come out of my mouth you would be aware that I know what you’re trying to do. You think you’re playing mind games by baiting me into talking about past successes as I’ve made a point to call you out on it but I see what you’re doing. By pulling me into this little “trap” of yours, you think you’ve gained a minor victory over me but that would only be the case if I were at all bothered by what you had to say.

You see, the difference here is that all the past accomplishments that I’ve spoken about as part of Judas’ journey through EAW have all been relevant. They’ve all contributed to my forward momentum and they’re what have lead me to this EAW Championship match at Shock Value. Oh but that’s all I have, isn’t it? You know, momentum. That thing that you claim is all I have. You remember that? Or will your argument change again when I debunk your pathetic excuse of a retort like I just have. Winning the National Elite Championship is not “momentum”. That’s what you call reaching the destination. I took all of that momentum and I drove it into the Pizza Boy and obtained what I rightfully deserved. You can try and discredit his reputation as much as you like with off-handed remarks about pizza delivery men and being comic relief but then I’m forced to ask: What bizarro world have you been living in for the past two years where the Pizza Boy was at all considered “comic relief”? You MIGHT be able to get off on the fact that he doesn’t quite match up to everyone in stature but this is the same kid who was main eventing episodes of Voltage while you were still planning your inevitable failure of a stable. This was before the Heart Break Boy took him under his wing, mind you, so I guess you don’t really care about any of that as it doesn’t pertain to your ever-weakening agenda. You can continue to spit venom about how I’m gassing up former opponents but that’s not at all my intention. You only see what you want to see and you refuse to accept anything that wanders outside of your man-made box. I talk about men like Jaywalker because you actually know what it’s like to step in the ring with him. You’ve competed against Jaywalker, teamed with him even. You know what he’s like and you know better than almost anyone what he’s capable of… and I shrugged him off. Despite immediately becoming victim to his signature musclebuster during the Grand Rampage, I got back up like I had barely taken a bump. That kind of resolve and fortitude doesn’t just disappear when the wind changes direction. I still absolutely have that and I’ve carried it through Pain for Pride to now. Territorial Invasion may not have gone as planned but, then again, it wasn’t exactly peaches and cream for you either. If you think that those make me look like a joke then I don’t know what kind of EAW you’re living in. You may be a six time world champion but that’s over a ten year career, Impact. Many people have come and gone that have had to go through you in some shape or form to win a world championship so I know this isn’t the first time you’ve had this exact mindset and lost and it won’t be the last either.

While you may have battled with men that are now considered greats in the world of professional wrestling, you were battling them and winning world titles before they were considered greats, too. If you’re so great still, how come you didn’t beat me? What are you going to do, claim that I fluked my way to victory? While in most situations a countout would not be considered a clear decider of who bested who you and I both know that there was no question about who rightfully won that match. There was no trickery or cheating, just you being pushed through those ropes we’ll be stepping into again at Shock Value and plummeting to the ground. It took an entire count of ten from the referee before you could even stand on your own two feet and that was just me getting warmed up. Imagine how hard it’ll be for you to get back to your feet when you’re facing me at my best, facing Aren at his best, all the while we’re surrounded by that High Voltage cage.

I’m not the one unprepared for this Saturday, Impact. You are.

The thing is, you can criticise and demonize me for talking about how much victories I’ve gained in the past few months matter when it comes to Shock Value but the only reason you do that is because you can’t make the same claim. You’ve been a one trick pony ever since Pain for Pride passed and you’ve gotten uneasy these past few weeks because I’ve been the only one that’s actually pointed it out. Up until now all you’ve done is shout “I’m the greatest!” from the top of your lungs and you’ve expected the Elitists around you to erect a monument in your name all because you said so. You don’t expect people to look for chinks in your armor so you’ve inevitably done a terrible job at trying to hide them. In fact, it’s almost like you’re still trying to bait me but then I realise that you wouldn’t be able to accept that you’ve been making fickle attempts to repeat what I’ve said.

“That’s because I don’t fixate on my shortcomings. I correct them and I change the scouting report on my skills because my weaknesses become a strength through an unparalleled commitment to my craft.”

Sound familiar?

“Unlike them, when I fail, I come back and rectify my mistakes. I make sure that every flaw is fixed so that I can come back better, faster and stronger than before while you sit there twiddling your thumbs”

Yeah, I already made that point myself. I gave hard evidence too. Once again, all you’ve done is talk about your Grand Rampage victory. “Oh, then I lost at Pain for Pride but let’s talk about Grand Rampage again”, “I might have lost at Territorial Invasion but let’s talk about Grand Rampage”, it honestly gets rather tiresome and I start to question just how long it took for your superiority complex to have spiralled so out of control that you think that one achievement, as big as it may be, is good enough to intimidate me. Men I’ve faced like Brian Daniels are AT LEAST comparable to you and they didn’t even phase me. I stood toe to toe, nose to nose, eye to eye with them and I came out of my matches with those types of people a better man than I was before. My year has been going up and up and up since the Grand Rampage while that was nothing more than the peak of yours. While I’ve been growing into a more well-rounded, more intelligent and more tactful Elitist you’ve simply been growing stagnant.

All you’ve been doing these past few weeks is proving point after point that I’ve made to be accurate. Your overconfidence has turned you into a self-righteous ass that seems to be getting bit more often than not and for whatever reason you can’t seem to accept that your biggest personality trait is also your biggest flaw. I want to see you correct THAT weakness for me. Maybe then I’ll be able to treat you with the respect that your attitude demands because you certainly don’t deserve any right now.

It’s as though you don’t understand how logic works and this isn’t the first time I’ve had to explain this to you so maybe you’re not as intelligent as you make yourself out to be. Yes, the Grand Rampage is and always has been a glorified number one contender’s match. Does that mean I said that it’s easy? Does that mean that I made it out to be a non-factor? Of course I didn’t. It’s like you’re one of those clickbait articles making something out of nothing to cause drama around your target only for viewers to read along and see that I said nothing controversial at all. What I said was the truth. In the Grand Rampage what you’re fighting for is nothing more than a number one contendership for any of EAW’s three world championships, are you not? I’d love for you to come up with some other explanation but in reality that’s all it is. The Grand Rampage is just a number one contendership match with extra steps. That’s why it’s fine to brag over how well you do in said match, Impact, as the amount of extra steps that you’re capable of taking actually means a lot. I didn’t win the match but I came close. Regardless of who you are, how you feel about me or how you feel about that match, that’s impressive and you can’t deny that. Then again, all you think I can do is crumble under pressure, don’t you? I’d love for you to one day give me a solid example of that and maybe I’ll hear you out but until then your words ring hollow like every other insult that you’ve thrown my way.

I have no cowardice. Not in regards to who I am and not when it comes to the being I created known as Judas. Judas was a created out of all the hatred and anger that had built up inside and that was something that needed to be exploited… and thus he came to be. That anger continued to build up to it’s boiling point and I knew that now was the right time to reveal myself to the world as the monster that had terrorised Dynasty and had toppled the so-called main event talent of Voltage. It had nothing to do with attention- something you’re all too familiar with- but instead it was about being the right time and the right place. I’m inside Aren Mstislav’s head and it’s painfully obvious from his reaction last night. I made him look me in the eyes as I pulled that mask from my face, revealing my true identity as the man who’s destined to take that EAW Championship away from him just as I’ve planned from the moment I defeated Kenny Drake. You’re a fool to think that this was all just some fancy act or ploy to gain attention.

I already had everyone’s attention.

I don’t need you to stand there and tell me that this time isn’t different, that nothing’s changed, because I already know that that isn’t true. Trying to get in the head of someone who’s been manipulating an entire roster of Elitists just doesn’t work so go ahead, continue, as your attempts will only be in vain and at the end of all this I won’t be listening for the sound of silence.

I’ll be hearing every single person in that arena chanting my name.

Amusing, really. I see Matt Miles pulling out every single card in his deck in an ultimately half-baked attempt to defy what I said about him, only for him to play into my hand completely. Why did he mention the fact that he didn’t complain he was unfairly robbed of an opportunity when it came to the Grand Rampage — the same time he was still masquerading as Judas? Because he wanted to undermine the foundation of what I said about him — that he’s always harping about the opportunities he didn’t have because he has nothing else of value or merit to speak of in his career. And I can’t lie to you. If I were in Matt Miles’ shoes, I could see myself making similar decisions. But then it all comes back to me and I realize I don’t have to put myself in such a disadvantageous position, why? Because I’ve worked my entire career to never be in the gutters that he’s time and time again found himself in. I’ve burned the midnight oil and strained every muscle in my body working for my spot at the top. And then once I get that spot, I make sure I have a stranglehold on it and I do everything within my power to maintain that position. I don’t release my grip and leave my future to chance by letting other wrestlers play tug of war with my spot. Because everyone that isn’t in my spot wants it, and if that were the case, my goose would have cooked by now ten times over. Instead, I still find myself in the main events. I still find myself headlining in the biggest venues. I still find myself competing for championships. I still find myself making history. If at any point I can’t fulfill my obligation to do that, I would sooner retire than let myself become a shell of what I know I’m supposed to be. But that day hasn’t come yet, and if thirty-nine other able-bodied stalwarts in the Grand Rampage couldn’t lay me to rest, what makes Matt Miles think he can? What makes Matt Miles think he’s any different than anybody else I’ve crossed path with? Sure, every wrestler has their own inherent differences and qualities that lend them their own unique identity, but the bravado and the eccentricity of one’s character doesn’t matter at all when you step inside the squared circle. The glamor and the lifestyle of a wrestler takes a backseat to the actual wrestling. And I’m afraid — for him — that Matt Miles, Judas, whatever he wants to call himself, has lost sight of that. He’s reached a stage where the pageantry and theatrics of wrestling have become more important than the actual wrestling itself. I know — he’s going to immediately cite his little countout exhibition victory over me on Voltage a few weeks ago to dispute that claim — but if that weren’t the case, why would he have waited until the final Voltage before Shock Value to expose his charade? Even he, a man whose second language is denial, can admit that his revelation on Voltage was pre-planned. Sure, he can always rifle back and claim it’s gamesmanship, part of the psychological warfare that occurs when you’re trying to one-up your opponent, but I see things a little differently. I think Matt Miles revealed himself for what he truly is on Voltage to sate one of his innermost cravings — the attention.

I don’t care whether I’m facing Voin, Judas, Aren Mstislav, or Matt Miles at Shock Value. My opponent could be Lucifer himself and it still wouldn’t matter who was standing across from me in that ring. The opponent is a formality — the championship is what I’m coming for. That doesn’t mean I’m overlooking my opponents or that I lack insight into their skills. I took Aren Mstislav to the limit on multiple occasions, neither of which he gained the upper-hand on me in. I threw him off the stage and forced medical professionals to attend to him. Afterward, all of you people still referred to him as the EAW Champion. And that’s what he is as of this moment — the champion. But I’ve already proven a reality of what I represent to Aren Mstislav — his kryptonite. The same relationship Matt Miles falsely believes he has with me — that I’m somehow vulnerable to him because of an exhibition victory. Except with Aren and I, it’s an indisputable proven fact. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. If he lost to me, he wouldn’t be broadcasting himself all over EAW’s airwaves claiming that he foresaw his victory over me well in advance. He wouldn’t be acting like he knew it was going to happen. It’s really funny, actually — I never hear anything about these prophecies until after the fact. Maybe that’s because Matt Miles isn’t any kind of prophet at all — just another false idol. A guy who’s worshipped by dead-end, going-nowhere trailer park trash that have no business anywhere in a civilized society. Matt Miles wants to parade around acting as though he’s taken on a new transformation and ventured into the uncharted waters, but the truth is a little more nuanced than this fairy tale fantasyland he’s concocted. You can’t honestly expect me to believe I’m supposed to take Matt Miles any more seriously than I already did before just because he outed himself as Judas. If anything, the cowardice in hiding behind a mask for months on end without revealing his identity turns any faint hint of fear or anxiety that I had into confidence. But even that is probably a gross exaggeration, because the mere suggestion that I fear this man no matter what skin he’s hiding in is a total farce to begin with. But I’ll play the good soldier and give Matt Miles the benefit of the doubt while he still thinks he’s the odds-on favorite to take home the grail at Shock Value. I’ll let him believe that he has a chance, just to deprive him of whatever newfound happiness he thinks he had. I take a tremendous joy in that, really, I do — exploiting the premature glee and overconfidence of my adversaries. It isn’t enough simply beating them. To take a grown man and impose your will on him so completely — there’s a certain beauty in bearing witness to their inner turmoil, knowing you planted those seeds into them and watched it all sprout into a massive disappointment. Sometimes, when you win a championship, you realize that at the end of the day you get to take home two trophies — the title, and along with it? Your opponent’s pride.

This upcoming Saturday at Shock Value, I will make history. I will become the EAW Champion. But I’d be selling myself far too short if I decided to stop there. So with that covered, let it be known that I’m not only taking home one trophy. No; a merciful beating would entail elegance and grace. I don’t intend on affording Matt Miles either of those luxuries. Instead, I will take home trophy number one in my right hand — the EAW Championship — and trophy number two in my left — Matt Miles’ pride. I am going to strip him of his very essence and make him question the meaning behind his actions — make him question whether it was truly worth it to try and collide with a freight train while he’s strapped to the tracks. If he doesn’t end up asking himself whether the attention of Shock Value’s main event was worth it at the expense of his manhood — taken from him by Y2Impact — then even in an EAW Championship victory, I will have accomplished only one of my tasks. Know something? I’m going two-for-two. 

Matt Miles has opted for convenience instead of honor, yet when the situation suits him and the shoe is on the other foot, the narrative changes. The paradigm shifts. The pendulum swings. One moment he’s talking up how impressive his showing at the Grand Rampage was, and the next he’s exploiting some phony rulebook as if the people themselves haven’t already made their judgments. As if the people themselves turn to a rulebook for guidance. As if the people adjust their moral compasses based on their findings in a rulebook. And the funniest thing about it? Nowhere in EAW’s rules is it said one way or another that a Grand Rampage victory earns the winner a guaranteed singles match for the World Championship at Pain for Pride — but there’s no mention of the opposite, either. It’s total guesswork. You can base it on past precedent, but if that were the case you’d have to explain away all the Grand Rampage winners that end up in one-on-ones at Pain for Pride. If anybody deserved it, it was the extremist who won the largest Grand Rampage in this company’s history from the early number three spot — but like I said, it doesn’t matter who deserves anything. Authority figures can make decisions right under your nose without any rhyme or reason. That’s why Matt Miles can sit over there on his armchair with his thumb up his ass speaking in the most convenient terms for his false little narrative to undermine the magnitude of what I achieved at this year’s first ever forty-man Grand Rampage. Like I said long ago — this guy changes positions like a politician. He’s going to tell you that all of his thoughts are consistent with each other, and I’m sure in his own warped little brain that he honestly believes there’s no loopholes in his rhetoric. But if you stop skimming the surface and you take a deeper dive into what the man is saying, you start realizing something just doesn’t add up. And what’s that? Hmm, I’m trying to put my finger on it — I’m scratching my head, working through all the algorithms — oh, I know! Maybe that he speaks so highly of his own performance at the Grand Rampage, only to later trivialize one of EAW’s foremost matches by calling it a “glorified number one contender’s match" — as if a one-on-one is even in the same hemisphere as a match that is mathematically designed for you to be eliminated. Here’s the facts: nobody in the history of this business has ever faced bigger odds than I did at this past year’s Grand Rampage. Matt Miles talks about entering early and surprising everyone with an excellent showing. I entered at number three. I SHATTERED endurance records and I did all of this after a monumental setback suffered at Reckless Wiring — pressure that lesser men like Miles himself would have undoubtedly crumbled under, wet paper bag style. Of course, I would have much preferred to make the Grand Rampage redundant by capturing the Answers World Championship at Reckless Wiring. But when that door closed, I forced another open. And when faced with a put-up-or-shut-up challenge, I shut everybody up. That’s because I don’t fixate on my shortcomings. I correct them and I change the scouting report on my skills because my weaknesses become a strength through an unparalleled commitment to my craft. Then he turns around and himself acts like bouts against The Pizza Boy are the most impressive works of art any wrestler could ever aspire to — all simply because he was a part of them. I realize Pizza Boy’s caught a buzz on Showdown and everything, but this is the same guy who was essentially a comedy relief act last year until the Heart Break Boy took him under his wing. You know something’s terribly, terribly wrong when your so-called “competition” has to talk up the credentials of their past opponents just to validate their own self-worth. You don’t see me gassing up Jaywalker just to make myself seem better by comparison to everyone else. But I guess Matt Miles didn’t get that memo since he’s still stuck flapping his gums about National Elite Championships and pizza deliverymen. If I were you, I would just turn a blind eye to all of my past “accomplishments.” They somehow manage to make you seem like an even bigger joke than you already are, maybe because your crowning achievements are tests I passed with flying colors on day one — and if I’m not allowed to mention my monster success without facing blowback about living in my “past” — then you’re not allowed to say a single goddamn word to me. In your case, keeping your mouth shut is a virtue. But that’s something I have no hope whatsoever you’re going to learn from me. Instead, I’ll have to teach you that powerful lesson at Shock Value. When the dust settles, I’ll have to ask you that all-important question. Can you hear that, Miles?

The sound of silence?

Neither can I.

(Cameras pan over to Cleopatra looking in a tall mirror with lingerie on inside her office. She stands seductively while changing her poses each second and happily blowing kisses into the camera. "Brody Sparks" name is painted on the mirror in lipstick as Cleopatra kisses the planted lipstick with her name on it then begins directing focus upon the audience)

OH BRODY, BRODY, BRODY. 

Wouldn't you love to just take a lick until you reach the tootsie pop? 

(Cleopatra winks into the camera) 

Wouldn't you just love to hit this? 

(Cleopatra grips her booty) 

Or wouldn't you just want to play with these?

(Cleopatra pokes out her chest)

Brody, to be honest, I wouldn't mind allowing you to be General Manager for a night. You have all the keys and tools to make an awesome leader. You were recruited by the Omerta and scouted by the Sanatorium for a reason, you know? Obviously, I was mistaken and you are perhaps one of the up-and-coming golden girls of this industry. But that's not all. That's just a small reason why you should win this battle royal. I mean, you expressed interest in having me in your bed for a night like a sex slave. Who in the world would reject that offer? I would love nothing more for you to creep your saliva on my bottom until the alarm clock goes off. I would love nothing more for you to wash your body onto mines. Wouldn't that be just so, so, so ever exciting to you? 
                                                                                                
(Cleopatra smiles into the camera for a moment then suddenly begins to frown as she turns around and punches "Brody Sparks" name in glass mirror. A crack is presented over Brody's name and Cleopatra lifts her fist into the camera, showcasing blood and cuts running through her knuckles)

 GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE B****! 

Brody Sparks is the main reason why this new generation is confused. She claims that I'm a "has-been" or "washed-up." These are the most typical generic responses when you have nothing else to bring towards the table. And coming from a wannabe Harley Quinn rag doll like Brody Sparks makes sense since she isn't even considered to be a "has-been" because she "never-was," and never will be! Are you kidding me though, Brody? Did you take your medication when you began talking to me? I swear, I will hurt you if you dare laid one finger on me in the most disrespectful way to mankind --- a woman loving another woman. You are what's wrong with today's worldly issues. You have no problem with conforming to lowering your morals for men and women to take advantage of you. I believe in every form, you would release your body to anybody that Ms. Sparks sees fit. And if you have that mindset, what makes you seem like the right person to have power? You wouldn't even know what to do with it even if the answers were right in your face. Power has dissolved from many greats that have tried to conquer it. I have wisdom enough to spill those beans to the ground because I have been through it. Speaking in EAW terms, everyone who held power are unthinkable. The ones that hoist up that title and reform their name and legacy in EAW history are the ones who will be thought of. Brody, you have absolutely no zeal to break out of your boundaries, especially this early into your career. You talk about being twenty two years of age or whatever but you seem content on following thousands of group members and supporting a group that doesn't care about you in order to satisfy your desires. You have completely degraded our championship value just so you can make a point about winning this match. There's nothing more foolish than any language coming out of your whorish mouth.This isn't your era. IT'S FAR FROM IT. In this match, I will make sure you comprehend on that. Just like you all need to comprehend on this. 2011 was the EAW debut of Cleopatra. I took then Vixens Champion and indisputable GOAT Vixen, Heart Break Gal to her limits in just one month. 2012 was MY YEAR, I retired HBG. I have pounded on Sabina. I have defeated Cameron Ella Ava constantly. I have embarrassed your Lethal's, Christy Cruise's, Lyndivias, Sasha's and other irrelevant Vixens. 2013, I was on and off but still kept my dominance. 2014, I was inducted into the Hall of Fame. 2015, I ditched the lifeless division because another company offered bigger money. At this point, I was bigger than life. 2016, EAW begged me to come back as Empire General Manager because they couldn't find anyone else to put up with sissy girls that whine like newborn babies. 

And now they want me to compete again because most of you "new" Vixens don't know how to properly work a match. The only thing Vixens like Brody know how to work is her sex positions. There's no surprise that she's even in this match. I guarantee that Ken Stark had personally told her that she earned a spot in this battle royal because of her special escort services. I swear Brody Sparks is the type of b**** to post ads on backpage.com in every city. Most of you Vixens consider me "old" when you have old yellers like HBG and Kendra Shamez holding onto your championships. Yet, you want to belittle me like I've been here for so long? I don't care how old I am or how young you are. I will still beat your motherf**** a*** if you dare challenge me inside that ring. If you girls have forgotten all about it. I'm from Canada. I'm not born and raised in the most weak and fragile gyms in the United States. I don't train pitifully in Europe and I don't take account whose a legend or whose not. I'm a fighting warrior. I've trained to fight them like I see it and not to complain. But there's come a point in your life that these Vixens are hopeless and have to refrain on speaking towards my legacy like its nothing when in reality, they wish to be me! Madison Kaline, what happened to you? You fell off a rock or something? You used to be something and now you are nothing! You are some cheap follower that couldn't land a bargain in the five-on-five elimination match. What makes you believe you're the biggest name in this match when you haven't did anything worthy of mentioning as of late or any time in your pathetic career? You're making Brody Sparks look worthier than you in this match. Heck, you're making her look more trashier than you too but that's a good thing in your favor considering you both compete on who looks good wearing the less clothes in a match. I have no problem of making you figure out whose your boss too. Maybe after I'm done, you can sing a poem on how Cleopatra is THE GREATEST VIXEN OF ALL TIME. 

It goes something like this:

Roses are red, violets are blue...

Cleopatra is the greatest so who the fook are you?!

Just like I told that heifer with a Japanese pornstar name, Azumi Goto, and now she's shook with no more words to express towards me. This explains about our new world in Vixens entertainment. We have Vixens with no heart, no courage, no better work ethnic to step up their game and lead the pack. No wonder they are sloppy seconds to the real match of the night. I'm only even in this match by force. I refuse to see what I've built fall to bits and pieces in 24 hours. I don't want the tagline on my show to drop down my ratings. But Ken Stark insists on making it this way to feed the EAW fans more headaches because clearly, they only want to see the Queen of the Nile as the General Manager. I even bet they're biting their tongue if I announced that I was making a full-time return inside that ring. That wouldn't go over well with Sheridan because that title reign would be in doubt if I were to challenge her for it. And maybe I will just do that if I were to win. Maybe EAW needs me more than I need them. Maybe they need me not only as their General Manager but their Ring General as EAW Vixens World Champion! If anybody knows Cleopatra, anything I have my eyes set on, I will end up taking and receiving in the most honest way possible unlike the way Sheridan picked up a win over Heart Break Gal. It seems to me like that will be the best possible way to stop the awful recklessness that clouds and sucks the soul out of our division. Maybe, just maybe, all of you girls have awakened a giant with your bulls**** complaining. HAHAHAHAHA! MAYBE! JUST MAYBE YOU GIRLS HAVE CONVINCED ME TO COME BACK FULL-TIME AND START DOING WHAT I LOVE TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THAT'S KICKING THE LIVING SH*** OUT OF YOUR PATHETIC ASSES! 

So here's the deal, I need a favor from you girls... Come wise, come prepared and please....

Come take my breath away! 

▲ ; )


(Cameras fade to black)

SHOCK VALUE #1
 
 
Monday, 10:43 p.m., location unknown.






 
(The Scene opens inside a small room.  All is dark.  Suddenly the sound of a match being struck softly fills the air.  The faint glow of the flickering flame gives light to a candle, which in turn illuminates a photograph pinned to the wall, the subject of the image, Jon McAdams.  The candle is lfited up from it’s resting place and brought over to another.  When it is lit a photo of Danny Koxx can be seen.  The ritual is repeated several times with photos of Jakob DeLion, Alonzo Calrissian, Ahren Fournier, JD Damon, Mike Showman, and Maero being revealed in turn.  After all the candle have been lit the camera pulls back to show each photo lined in a row.)
 
???: “A great day, a feast is coming.  They hunger, who shall feed them?  The one who has been sent to serve their grand purpose.  He is the one that will offer them up all that they need.  ALL that they desire.  For that is his call.  That is his destiny.  And what will become of those who have been judged as unworthy?  What shall be the outcome that awaits them?  Nothing.  A lingering existence that is stripped away of all the devices and deceptions that cover the worlds eyes.  A remainder of days where every sensation of joy and pleasure is muted to a zero sum.  A lifetime of suffering that will override any and all delusions that twist and turn the minds of the weak against the nature of what is true.  Of what was before the wicked tried to steal away this earth from my masters.”
 
(out from behind the camera steps a man who will be competing in the scramble match at Shock Value, the only one whose image is not up on that wall, the man knows  as Solomon Caine.)
 
Caine: “Oh yes, those sweet whispers in my ear, they have told me of my masters, and how they desire to have their thirst quenched.  They desire to consume the wicked ones that have been set before me.  They desire to claim them and devour them whole, that is what they have ordered, and it is my duty to oooobbbbeeeyyyy!  So I will do as I am instructed to do, and at the hour of their choosing, they will have whatever they wish.
 
DO YOU HEAR ME?!?  ALL THAT THEY COMMAND SHALL BE DONE!  THEY ARE CALING FORTH THE FIRE, AND THE NETHERWORLD IS GATHERING IN THE GLARE! 
 
It is gathering to swallow what remains, like vultures circling overhead.  And those vultures will consume the flesh of the wicked after those who have sent me have purged themselves of their great wrath.  A wrath the has been taste by some who refuse to accept that my masters have are coming.  Fools who burry their heads in the sand, and assume that will not receive the full measure of suffering that has been set aside for them.  Men like Jon McAdams who still refuses to pen his eyes and see the truth.  He stillllll clutches his money in a grip stronger than a vice.  He still lords himself over others because of it.  And now that he has found himself a disciple who clings to him like a leech does to a blood vessel, he again believes the rotten rhetoric of his rancid tongue.  If that is the case, then I shall tear it out with my bare hands!  For what good will a mouthful of slander do when your body has been consumed by the elements?!
 
I ask the same of Jakob DeLion and Danny Knoxx.  They have clouded their own judgement with the ridiculous boasting that spews forth from out of them.  NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU SPEAK ILL OF THOSE WHO SENT ME, IT SHALL NOT SAVE EITHER ONE OF YOU!  All that pours out from your mouth is nothing more than the manifestation of your horrid ego.  The pride that has skewed your thoughts and allows you to live in denial.  If I have to shatter each and every bone  in your bodies, to unlock your mind, then so be it.
 
You three have all heard the call that has been given to you by my masters, and you still refuse to give them their due respect.  So a special portion of punishment will set aside for the three fo you this Sunday.  But to those who Have I have not come across yet on the path they have laid out for me, do not think for a second that you shall escape unscathed.  My Masters have found fault with all of you, and have deemed you worthy of damnation! 
 
Oh yes they have Mike Showman.  You have made yourself a parasite that feeds on the waste within the host body.  But if that host is a WRETCHED HEATHEN WHO HAS COMMITED TERRIBLE SIGHTS BEFORE MY MASTERS, WHAT GOOD WILL IT DO YOU TO CLING TO HIM WHEN THE GLORIOUS REIGN FALLS UPON THIS EARTH?!?  It almost amuses me, the thought of you clinging to each other, screaming in agony as you wittness yourselves, each other, and all that surround you buurrrrrnnnnnn.  What a joyful day that shall be, when you two see your bitter end play out before your very eyes.”
 
(Caine takes a deep breath, his eyes become almost glazed over, with a distant look within them.)
 
Caine: “Ahren, How sad it is that one such as yourself, with all your strength and quickness, that you would be fooled into believing that the praise of the putrid heathens is all that should be desired in your life.  That you have become addicted to the vain glory they shower upon you, which cost them nothing.  All they can ever offer you, is a distraction from the will of my masters, all that they will ever bring about is your destruction.  I implore your to heed the call of my masters, cast off your vanity, your pride, and any foolishness that resides within you, that you may serve those who have sent me.  For if you chose not to, and hold on to all that makes you no better than the rest of the putrid scum, then you will be cast alongside them as they beg for some celestial specter to grant them an end to their misery!  Do not deceive yourself, for condemnation awaits all who do.
 
Whether it be one, or a whole den of thieves that try to oppose my masters, those who dare try to do so will be slaughtered in ways that the human mind cannot even fathom.  JD Damon, your entire pack of wolves could not hope to stand against the will of my masters, what hope do you?  What hope will you have?  Do you believe that you can cower on your knees and beg for mercy?  Do you think you can barter in exchange for salvation?  I TELL YOU NOW THAT THERE WILL NOT BE ANY SUCH HOPE FOR YOU!  NO MATTER HOW MANY PAWNS YOU SACRIFICE TO SAVE YOURSELF, IT SHALL NEVER BE ENOUGH TO KEEP MY MASTERS FROM SEEKING YOU OUT!  NO MATTER IF YOU’D RUN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH YOU STILL WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO EVADE THEM!  You fate has been cast in iron, your bond to it is unbreakable.  The doom that will beset you shall envelope you in an instant.
 
But that is a better fate than what shall come to you Alonzo Calrissian.  You who are the very embodiment of all that my masters despise.  You who think that you are the diamond in the rough, you are fool’s gold trying to pass himself of something of value.  You claim to be born of that beyond the stars, but you are just another member of the putrid filth born out of the muck that has polluted this earth!  You steal the minds on those who my masters have called to, and give them to A GODDAMN FANTASYYYY!!!  YOU BASTARD ABOMINATION, HOW DARE YOU BRING DEATH AND DAMNATION TO THESE WHO HAVE YET TO EVEN EXPERIENCED LIFE! WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOOOUUUUU?!?  ANSWER ME!!!  That you would practice such evil, is beyond contempt.  That you believe yourself a hero when doing so, is proof of how twisted your mind truly is.  They have called upon me to cure the infection that you spread, to remove the toxin that paralyzes the mind, blackens the heart, and leads to nothing but their utter desimation!  You Alonzo, you will have to answer for foul actions you have committed.  You will be thrown into the fire, and watch as all you have made is torn down to the foundations, before you meet your own agonizing end.
 
(Caine’s turns his gaze slightly upwards just pasty the camera.  His body stiffens, and his jaw hangs open for a long moment.  Slowly Caine begins to nod his head yes as his body seems to loosen up.)
 
Caine: “And of Maero, I speak this.  I stand upon the words of my masters.  It’s is there call, and purpose that I serve.  And should they pass judgement upon you, then I MUST carry out their will.  For it is they alone who can save, it is them who may condemn.  They are the ones who hold all power, and any who disobey will be made example of, especially the one who has served.  Some think us allies, but until my masters have deemed and ordained it, such must not be assumed by either one of us.  DO I believe you to be counted amongst those who maybe sparred?  I do.  But it is not my judgement to make, it is not my ballot to cast in deciding your fate.  If my masters see fault within you, if they order you to be made a sacrifice, then for my own sake I will have to comply.
 
(Caine steps closer to the line of pictures and addresses them.)
 
Caine: “Rejoice my Brethren, for the consecrated day that will bring honor to my Masters is soon.  It will be a day where there show the wondrous works that their powers may preform.  The world will cast its gaze upon them, and see that no one…”
 
(Caine takes the photo of McAdams off the wall and burns it with the candle under it.)
 
Caine: “… not rich.”
 
(Caine does the same to the photo of DeLion.)
 
Caine: “Not the boisterous.”
 
(Danny Knoxx’s is the next.)
 
Caine: “Not the Blind.”
 
(Ahren Fournier’s)
 
Caine: “Not the vain.”
 
(Mike Showman’s)
 
Caine: “Not the proud.”
 
(Alonzo Calrissian’s)
 
Caine: “Not the deceivers.”
 
 
(JD Damon’s)
 
Caine: “Not the self righteous.)
 
(Maero’s)

Caine: “Not even a potential ally.  NONE WILL BE ABLE TO WITHSTAND THE GREATNESS OF MY MASTERS ON THAT DAY!  ALL WILL BOW BEFORE THEM, OR  BE TRAMPLED UNDER FOOT LIKE INSECTS!  HEAR THEIR WORDS, SPARE YOURSELVES FROM MORE PUNISHMENT!  BECAUSE ON THE DAY THAT THE LIGHTNING FALLS, IT WILL UNLOCK THE GATE THAT HOLDS BACK THE FIRE!!!
 
All this they have told me, and it must be so.”
 
(Caine falls down to his knees and begins to ramble incoherently in an almost whispering voice.  The camera back away showing a circle of ash around caine.)
 

THE END.

Grand Rampage. Battleground. Dynasty. Pain for Pride.

All of these are moments in my career that would have otherwise gone unrecognized if it were not for those five glorious minutes that I had Aren Mstislav- not Voin- as putty in my hands. Not even he, our almighty EAW Champion, could wrap his head around the truth about who I was. For weeks I talked about how Aren was a changed man, how he had devolved into nothing more than a liar and a backstabber. Well guess what, Aren? You weren’t even the best one. All it took was one Grand Rampage to cement the career of Judas. How many months- nay- how many YEARS did it take you to get the recognition that you thought you deserved? Three. Two if I were to be lenient. It took me two HOURS to command the same respect that you do and that was without anyone even knowing my name. I entered at number six and still managed to last all the way until the final eight… and that was with ring rust. I had returned to EAW for not even a month by the time I found myself inserted in the Grand Rampage and yet I outshone nearly everyone else in that match with ease. Attack after attack, finishing maneuver after finishing maneuver, I still pulled myself back up to my feet and almost won the entire match. After everything that I had gone through in that match, with all of my blood, sweat and tears covering that canvas, it still took one final Mercy Rule brainbuster from Diamond Cage on that apron to finally eliminate me. After I’d stood toe to toe with the likes of Jaywalker, Dark Demon and our General Manager himself Carlos Rosso, the first of whom wasted no time trying eliminate me, I stood tall with a better showing over all three of them. Hell, I had a better showing than at least thirty of the other competitors in that match. I came within inches of being victorious despite the odds being stacked against me from the start.

So when I lost, what did I do? I could have complained that I was unfairly robbed of an opportunity but, truth be told, I wasn’t.

So instead I rectified that blot on my career.

The following Monday on Battleground, I ENDED Diamond Cage and buried his career six feet under. He didn’t even stand a chance. He lasted all of ten seconds and my dominance then continued. I would go on to create change in Dynasty when I ripped the National Elite Championship from the Pizza Boy’s cold, lifeless hands. How’s that for an accomplishment, Impact? Instead of convincing yourself that your hollow attempts at insulting the Spartan Cup bother me, how about you worry about my accomplishments that have actually mattered. I threw the Pizza Boy around like he was barely even a challenge in our extreme rules match and made him realise he had no idea who he was messing with. Every time that we looked each other in the eyes, right before we eventually came to blows, you could see it in his eyes. Fear. His eyes were almost glazed over with it. He was scared. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to put me down, to break me, to end me, I would always stand right back up. The terror that I caused him was so undeniable that even he had to admit that he didn’t know what he had to do to defeat me. All he could do was make fake promises that he would… and then he didn’t. He didn’t defeat me. Not alone. It took the combined efforts of the Pizza Boy, Brian Daniels AND Cyclone to finally knock me down from the top of the mountain, all because my partners had failed to live up to the standard that had been set for them. The standard that YOU set for them, Impact. You’ve spent weeks talking about how you created a dominant stable in Hexa-Gun. Meanwhile I stand here wondering just how you managed to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes when, at Pain for Pride, I was partnered with two clowns who were more concerned with cheap tricks and over-the-top one liners who ended up costing not only themselves the match but more importantly, they cost me the match. On more than one occasion I was forced to stand against all three members of Team Cerberus alone and every time I managed to take them down one by one. Do you know how many times I had to keep getting back up in an attempt to ensure victory while my partners, your allies, were laid out from being to beaten and bruised? I couldn’t even count. What I did count, however, was how many times Brian Daniels struck me directly in the temple with his Caustic Echo. He caught me twice. TWICE… and I was barely even phased. It took a glorified three on one assault to finally defeat the monster that I had created for myself. Every finish attempt that they made was in vain. Just like against Pizza Boy, I kept getting back up. It took a Rising Tide through two tables to finally put me down and even then it wasn’t for good. Right as they were on the verge of unhooking those championship belts, there I was, in that ring on my own two feet again while Tiberius Jones and Drake Jaeger had made a mockery of themselves.

What the hell do either of you have?

Voin? This supposed second side of you has already had his reputation tarnished. Last Sunday on Voltage, I broke you, Aren, and I broke Voin. Not until now did you realise that you’ve been outsmarted and outmatched from the very beginning. All this time you talked about how you had this darker, more callous side to you that had built its own reputation as a causation of destruction and yet we’ve seen nothing of the sort. Since this transition, all you’ve done is talk and talk and talk with no real merit to the name “Voin”... but Judas? Judas isn’t just a fancy name or a new moniker for me to go by in an attempt for success; it’s the face of fear. Every single man that dared step in the ring with Judas has had his world come crashing down around him. Cyclone? Gone. Brian Daniels? Gone. Diamond Cage? Gone. Kenny Drake and Carson Ramsay? I don’t even need to tell you the fate that has been bestowed upon them. You can look for yourself and see just what kind of nightmare they’re being put through right now. You’re next, Aren. You’ve been marked for the hunt and it’s about time that I made the kill. Truth be told, Aren, you’ve been limping on your last legs for a long, long time now, clutching to that EAW Championship because you know it’s all you have left to keep you in the limelight. All your complaining and bitching to Carlos Rosso, though, that backfired, didn’t it? There you were, thinking you could just talk yourself out of a situation and all you did was escalate it and escalate it until now, where you’re going to be trapped inside a cage- my cage- with no chance at survival.

Y2Impact, however, I cannot help but shake my head at. In what world has the Grand Rampage every guaranteed an Elitist a one on one championship match, Impact? I want you to go through all the fine print and tell me exactly where it tells you that, under any circumstances, you can only face the world champion in a one on one encounter. Better yet, I’ll tell you where it says it: NOWHERE. You would think that a Hall of Famer who is supposedly held in such high esteem, who has been around for the vast majority of EAW’s Grand Rampages, would understand how the damn thing works. The Grand Rampage has never been more than a glorified number one contender’s match. Somehow, you seem to be the only one who doesn’t understand that. Thinking otherwise is beyond ridiculous. That’s why, just like any other number one contender, when Tyler Parker beat you, he also earned his shot and what you don’t seem to be realising is that all this big talk about how you won such a momentous match? You’re doing nothing more than making a fool out of yourself because even after that, you still lost one on one. You couldn’t keep your momentum going and nobody other than you is at fault for that fact. You lost. Make as many excuses as you like but you lost. You lost to Tyler Parker and you lost at Pain for Pride. If you’re going to go ahead and complain about how the world is out to get you then at least have good reasoning. You knew ahead of time what losing to Tyler Parker would entail and you knew what you were in for at Pain for Pride. You had more than enough time to prepare for that match as a fatal four way but instead you were to busy with your own head up your entitled ass complaining about how it should still be a one on one match. Well guess what? It would have been if you could have kept your shit together but no, let’s blame everyone else for your problems. So tell me again about how you create opportunities even when the window is almost shut because this seems like a wide open shot at the Answers World Championship that you missed out on by a mile. Even when you try to admit that you were at fault you still can’t help but put your ego in full view. Just like you said, you thought that victory was a given. Oh, what does that sound like? That sounds like RIGHT NOW. You think that victory at Shock Value is a given purely because of how talented you perceive yourself to be and you’re backing yourself up against the wall yet again. You would think that, based on the fact that you acknowledge the mistake you made, you wouldn’t do the same exact thing again yet here you are jumping from that point to how there’s no possible way that you could ever lose to Aren Mstislav or myself. You just can’t help but contradict yourself, can you?

The worst part of it all, Impact, is that you’ve been here trying to call me out for the exact same thing since day one. So tell me, what “missed out opportunities” have I complained about? Unlike you I actually own up to my mistakes and my flaws. I only complain where it’s warranted. My match at Pain for Pride? My issues with Drake & Jones are more than valid but do I look at that and think about how I got screwed over? No, because I knew who I was partnering myself with. That was my fault for overestimating them and I haven’t overestimated anyone since. On the other side, here you are yet again using this championship match at Shock Value as yet another platform for you to air your grievances about how you were so unjustly robbed at Pain for Pride. Tell me, how many times are you going to keep complaining until your rambling actually starts making any sense? You’ve been so busy wallowing in self-pity that you haven’t taken the time to look up and see what’s going on around you. I earned my match at the EAW Championship weeks before we faced off and for whatever reason you haven’t been able to accept that. You were too busy “addressing claims of you being a part-timer”. Claims that weren’t even there. All you wanted was, again, another platform to bitch and moan and brag about how you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. At this point you don’t need to tell us how you’re deserving because of star power because everything else you say proves that you think it. If you’re not complaining about the supposed wrongdoings against you, you’re bragging about your ever-so-illustrious six reigns and how you’re going to win your seventh oh so soon. It’s laughable. You’re on a constant cycle of complaining and bragging and after a certain point, people start to see past the rose tinted glasses they’ve been wearing and realise that the nostalgia that the almighty Y2Impact carries with him is starting to wear off. If you were really still as great as you claim, why do you make such an effort to cry over spilled milk? Hmm? You’re like that kid who says he studied for the exam and then gets an F. You don’t get a participation trophy just because YOU think you’re deserving.

You’re so caught up in this idea that I’m the one who hasn’t earned his opportunity when I’m the one who had to get put through trial after trial to get my shot at the title. What did you ACTUALLY do? Your loss at Pain for Pride didn’t warrant you a match. Your loss at Territorial Invasion didn’t warrant you a match. Your loss to me didn’t warrant you a match? What exactly is it that makes you so deserving? It’s what I’ve said from the start and that’s name value. You’re Y2Impact, six time world champion, former unified tag team champion, bonafide Hall of Famer and, because of that, you’re automatically thrown opportunities by Carlos Rosso. If in two attempts you still can’t earn a world title match against Aren then you shouldn’t be getting one. It’s that simple. You can try and talk about semantics about how Nasir Capitani interfered and cost you that chance to face Aren but there were as I’ve already had to point out, there were no disqualifications. That means anyone can get involved. You’d think someone who’s stable made a career out of extreme rules matches would understand the ins and outs a little bit better… but that’s irrelevant. What’s relevant is that that didn’t earn you a championship match against Aren Mstislav and everyone but you and Carlos Rosso seem to see that. I had to come back, fight and WIN against Kenny Drake for my number one contendership and you got yours on a God damned technicality so don’t talk to me about earned opportunities. You clearly don’t know a damn thing about them.

Perhaps that rough landing on your head scrambled your head a bit, Impact, because you’ve been contradicting me from the very beginning. I didn’t expect our match on Voltage to go any other way. I knew I had you beat from the very beginning. Your biggest weakness has always been you’re innate tendency to feed your own ego and I capitalised on that. You don’t consider failure so I got under your skin when I called you a loser. That’s all it took: insults. All I had to do was mock you and make fun of you and you got riled up like a horse in a burning barn. I played you like a fiddle and now, here you are, still trying to convince me that you’re better than me but you haven’t even been talking to the real Matt Miles. Instead, you’ve been attacking the Matt Miles that you thought you knew, the one that had only just returned after Pain for Pride with nothing but a cocky smile on his face and a chip on his shoulder. This whole time, this whole damn time, you had no idea what kind of man you were really dealing with and you’re still barely coming to understand it even now. I’m not just some flash in the pan Elitist like everyone else that’s come and gone. Unlike them, when I fail, I come back and rectify my mistakes. I make sure that every flaw is fixed so that I can come back better, faster and stronger than before while you sit there twiddling your thumbs becoming content and complacent over your prior accomplishments, unable to accept that that seventh reign you’ve been looking for for so long is slipping between your fingertips more and more as the days go by and, come Shock Value, it’s going to be too late.

SHOCK VALUE #1

So, the countdown begins. With each passing hour, we get ever closer to the event that I have been waiting for eagerly, the event that EAW calls Shock Value. While it might be a fancy name for all the fancy matches that this event has, I would just call it the event which sees the completion of the ascent of Mike Showman, the event which started right from the day I debut in Voltage. For weeks now I have proved time and time again that I am an unstoppable force. I have money, I have power and I have class and if you combine all of the three then what you get is a championship material. And so it’s only normal that my match stipulation at Shock Value is such that the winner would go on to get a future championship opportunity. For those who do not understand what I am speaking of, let me be clear because everyone needs to understand what is going on here. You see, less intelligent people, I have a unique top prospect scramble match at Shock Value and the stipulation of the match is such that the winner of that match will go on to earn a future championship opportunity. Who are my opponents? Well I will get to them later maybe. Right now, you all need to focus on me. I am the most valuable man in that match. Well one of them of course because as it so happens, that match also has my partner from People with Class, Jon McAdams. He might be the only man who I respect and fear in that scramble match because he is dangerous. But again, I will get to that later because right now, all your focus must be on me. That’s right, look at me and concentrate because what I am about to say right now is not utter bullshit but plain and simple facts. Because I believe that facts are the gateway to the truth and I for one like to stick close to the truth

Let me go back to the time when I debuted. I arrived in EAW as a rich man, a man full of class and unbound talent. Immediately, people started to hate me. They started to boo me in the matches, they used to question my rich status as being the work of my father and they even questioned the manner of my wins. But the fact is, I won. I won each and every one of my matches. I have faced men like Carson Ramsay, the man who many thought would just beat the shit out of me. After all, I am a soft man, a man who has lived among riches and Carson, Carson is a man born and bred in hardness. His toughness would overwhelm my wealth, that’s what the masses said and you know what happened? I beat him. Yes, I pinned him one two three. I have beaten retards like Ahren Fournier, the retard which everyone loves. Now you might ask me, why would people love a retard? Why would they join their voices over a man whose sanity is in question? It’s quite simple really, people hate it when someone does great things. Every great thing that man has done is always questioned by one man or the other. I mean, even the great Large Hadron Collider was questioned by some great minds. They tried to cancel the project because they thought it would produce black holes large enough to consume the Earth. In the end, it was proven as total horse shit like we all knew it would be and now, we are close to reaching the origins of the universe because of the Collider. People hate me because they know they cannot be me, girls hate me because they know that they can never fuck a man like me but for Ahren, it’s a total different story. He is a madman, a man lost between the lines of imaginary and real and so any sane man is better than him. That’s why they love him so much. But anyways, I spat on their love and beat him too. All the big talk coming from his mouth was invalidated in just three seconds. Even this week, my efforts helped my partner Jon McAdams beat that wannabe singer Alonzo. I mean, Jon could have beaten him without my help but my presence there elevated that victory. My presence there got people talking because until now, no one has beaten me. Yes, you heard that right, I am unbeaten in singles competition yet now and that is also a fact, a fact that could make you hate me even more because quite clearly, you all are losers. All of you have lost in one point or the other be it in your job, be it in your married life, be it in raising your kids. You all have lost but I haven’t lost, not in life and not in EAW

So what makes you think this Sunday will be any different? Because half the men who are going up against me have been either beaten by me or their start in EAW was so dismal that their being in this match is almost like waste accumulated in the dustbin of a grand big house. No one will notice them in this match. The only credible opponent in that match is Jon McAdams, my partner and the man who can beat me. Jon, I know that this comes as an early test for our team but I know that we will weather this. I trust you as a friend and as a team mate and I know that no matter what happens inside there our team will remain unbroken. For People with class is not just a team, it’s a movement, a movement to make sure that we root out every single bad seed and eliminate them from Voltage in order to make this place more classy. You know that, I know that. This week, we showed everyone what we can do as a team and trust me my friend that is the first of the many t come. The others, they will try their best in order to break us apart because they are jealous as to how two young prospects can band so together and form a team. I mean, the only other team there is Noxx and Delion and their team sucks ass. The other teams in this company are either dead or are bickering among themselves just like Wolvesden. So yes, people will be jealous but we will fight against it. We will stay strong and after we have eliminated everyone else from that ring, we will wrestle the best match anyone has seen. I mean I said that I won’t lose but even if that happens, we will show these low lives bastards how wrestling with class is done, we will show them how much talent we possess and after numerous near falls, high flying moves and moments of madness, the best man shall emerge victorious and I promise you that after that moment, things will change for our team forever.

Sun sets in the west and rises in the east. On Sunday, the same is going to happen. People call that a universal truth because no matter what shit goes that, that is not going to change. Same is the thing with me and matches in EAW. No matter what goes down, I will win. I will be victorious. Solomon Caine cannot stop me, Maero cannot stop me and the same goes for JD Daemon. I will be victorious and I will be having that title shot and after that, I will walk straight to my father and shove it up his nose to finally get the respect I deserve. I will show him that I too can be a winner like him and every choices I have made thus far leads to the path of the victor. So gentlemen, this is my final word to you. You should know that you very birth way to play second fiddle to me. Except you of course McAdams. Your parents knew that there is a limit up to which you can go and after that, you just have to stare up and watch those above you and feel your insides burning. You limit has been reached and from this point onwards, you can only watch as men with class go forward from here. Your insides will burn, your heads will crack and your hearts will be broken as I will spit on those and move forward to claim my prize, a title shot. Something which I rightfully deserve for what I have done thus far in this company.


Cheers.

 
A lot of people will try to make this match into something this week it might not be. There’s some sort of illusion of power to be gained or lost. But really? This comes down to fighting for pride. That’s what started it anyways. Those three OGs, the women who are still here after building this division from rubble and they still win big matches over and over, they banded together to protect their legacies. Somewhere in the mix became this belief that if they were banded together they could attempt to control things. In a months time, we’ve seen nothing that would tip a hat to that case. We have a GM who remained remarkably neutral despite her own position in history. And now we have women who have taken sides in a war that is simply being fought to be fought. This could have been the new age vs. the old breed of talent, but it’s just a mix of good and evil and neutral who are throwing their rings in the pile. There have been countless battles along the way, surprising alliances and severe declarations from both sides. But now we have it. War.
 
Back at Pain for Pride, Stephanie Matsuda took actions into her own hand and created the destiny that led to her very inclusion in this match. It’s kind of funny how she constantly feels like this will be unfinished business. I tried to get across what you were saying, but it all came out like mindless babble jumping all over the place. And yet you think I’m trying to be a hero when you’re masquerading as a vigilante hell bent on righting your own wrongs. Don’t dare feed me this line of bullshit where you claim this still isn’t something personal because of our relationship. That’s what you told me last time. I still don’t believe it. Not in the way you talk or act. You hate me because of that. Just fucking own it. Because I am this person. I’ve never changed. The only thing that changed about you was the need for constant revenge. You think you developed an edge, but you were always edgy. You’re just you with a new label beside your name. And you think I’m sitting here trying to control anyone’s life? After this match, fuck everyone else. This match is a means to an end for me because I’m waiting for what comes next. I’m fighting to win because it’s what I freaking do. I picked the best available for this team. I picked the Vixen’s Champion and I picked the woman who fought HBG almost to her last breath before Sheridan became champion. Everyone is questioning the leadership of this group, but I created the alliances. Aria and Tarah just had to agree and coexist. Because this was the best possible team. You accuse this group of being the next OGs because we want to take over? Cute. You think the Sanatorium’s group of women deserve to be the future of the division? Fucking adorable. My favorite remark was just that word loyalty after sisterhood. I guess Madison is at least honest when she openly mocks you and Alexis in front of your faces. I don’t know what you think I do. You think I hang out at parties and just gossip about you and the rest of your group. You act like I’m this playground bully just waiting to pick on you and make you sad. And you? You’re hell bent on taking everything you can away from me on a personal vendetta. That’s where we are. You’ll never change, and I’ll never stop spending my nights continuing to work. I’m not going to step away when I could be better than I was yesterday. Hell, earlier today. And when you come for me, I won’t stop being here to turn you back the other direction. No matter how many times you feel the need to attack me after matches. I’ll keep getting up and keep fighting. And you know that, because that’s how it’s always been. That must be what kills you about me. We’re both as competitive as can be, yet only one of us is a true fighter. And it’s not you.
 
Let me shift focus to the woman who always tells me how it’s going to be. Tell me, my dear Cameron, when are we fighting in the finals of Empress of Elite again? I’m waiting… waiting… ahh shit. You didn’t make it there. Remember how you told me before that tournament started that it was my last chance. My last chance at relevance. That’s not how it panned out. That’s now how it would’ve panned out even if I didn’t carry this crown. But I have hardly stood around on a pedestal putting myself above anyone else. I left the crown at home except when they required I bring it. I put everything aside and mended fences with the woman who’s title I will take next month and I put her on my team. I feel like this match is going to go down in history as one of the most legendary throw downs, if not the most, this company has ever witnessed out of its Vixens. I feel like this is the match we all prove how awesome we are. I feel like we can outshine all together. And I’ll admit, that doesn’t happen with three women I respect in this match. And I mean the OGs. No matter what takes place in this ring, the fact that you three are the women I followed when I came up in this career won’t change. The fact that you cut my teeth in the first Empress of Elite, that HBG showed me what a losing streak really is and Kendra gave me a fight against my idol in the Empress semi-finals this season is something that is not missed by me. I don’t see this as heroes vs. villains. I don’t even see this anymore as one group trying to tear down the legacy of the other. Or one group trying to protect there’s by showing how far the other has to come. I just see this as a war of current position. Whether people here care to admit this, Cam, Kendra and HBG are at the top. Even with Sher holding that title, the upper echelon begins and ends with those three. That’s where pride comes into play. Of course everyone wants to win. Everyone wants to be the best. They want to fight and beat the best. You want to know who that is? Look up. There they are. And I’m sure you do see me as being maybe the biggest threat. You have experience with how tough I am to put away. Hell, all three of the OGs do. But I know what it takes to put any one of you away. And I know what this group has to go through if they even want to believe they’re capable of doing that. I believe they are. I want to say they are prepared after what I have seen. All I can have now is confidence that they do their part, because I know damn well I’ll do what I set out to do in this match. When I step into that battleground maybe I do take a shot right away. But I’ve fought with a flesh wound before, and one shot isn’t going to put me away. I’m sound with my decision, no matter the outcome of the match. I know my decision was the right one. I know what I’m doing, Cam. You might not trust in any of the bullshit that has been spewed back and forth, but you can trust me. All I’ve ever done is said what I intend to do and then do it. Sometimes the execution has been flawed. But I have always done what I say in some form. I will fight in this match, I will bleed if needed and I will do everything I can to make sure the right team wins.
 
Let’s stick on the OGs for a moment though. HBG, maybe the greatest of all time. Certainly the achievements back it up. I know she’s whipped my ass three ways from Sunday on numerous occasions. There’s just that one we don’t talk about when we fought over the Specialist’s title. Maybe HBG has a lot to do with why I evolved the way I did. I would say when I entered EAW, I came in a little bit entitled. But I was humbled by her. And quickly. So what are you supposed to do when someone pins you to the ground and starts throwing punches over and over? Give in? Hell no. I fought my way back up from the ground and I kept fighting her. She’s wise enough to crack the same joke every time. The one about how she’s beaten me 100s or 1,000s of times. But this isn’t the same show anymore. Whether you care to believe this, things have changed. I beat Cameron before I started the Empress tournament; I beat Kendra to go to the finals. Maybe you think you’re better than both of them. But I didn’t get the chance to show you differently in the finals. You weren’t there. So now I get to face you here and, wow, it really does feel like it’s been a long while since we’ve fought. When I think about fighting you my blood doesn’t boil with anger. My whole body feels the jolt of electricity in knowing that I’m fighting the person who has presented me with some of the biggest challenges in my career. I’m not scared. I’m not worried. You taught me differently. It’s because of the way you fight I knew I needed to never stop learning. Call it accidental teaching on your part. Clearly we’re far from the mentor-student relationship. I just laughed thinking about that actually. But you made me a better fighter just by being what you are. A real fucking legend. I know you weren’t born a legend, you made yourself a legend by taking what you wanted. I’m doing the same right now. Maybe I’m on the wrong side of this war in some eyes, but it’s not going to stop from taking what I want. I’ve already proven when I want something, I’m even more dangerous. I’ll prove that once again at Shock Value.
 
And the great thing is that the OGs added a young’n in the group, too. Veena Adams come on down. To me the single most impressive competitor in that tournament we all seem to dwell over. After all, it opened right up into Empire. You’re quite a wildcard for the OGs because I’m not sure even they understand just how vicious you are. I know well you will spit at a poisonous level this week. Your whole brand is designed to get under the skin of your opponents and make them lose focus of what’s really going on in their match. In a match like this, there couldn’t have been a more perfect addition to their team. I don’t really worry about what anyone is capable in this match. I know that well. But I admit I’m at least curious to see what the girl who played EoE so well does when she’s dropped into a bigger stage. I expect nothing less than fireworks and mayhem. That’s what this whole match is bound to be. And you being in it, Veena, oh it just makes it so much more fiery. So let’s start out the week with your usual nouns and adjectives. Whores, clown-haired… I know you won’t disappoint me and pull a sudden turn away from this, right? I look back on that tournament and I know one thing. That spot basically came down to me and you. If one thing goes differently in that match, we’re all talking Empress Veena. I’m honest enough to admit that. But it doesn’t change what I think about me and you in this match. You’re tough and talented, your heritage backs that up. You back that up yourself. I’m still confident that I’m tougher. I still believe I have everything I need to eliminate you from this match. I’m ready for another round with you. We all know now that this is the Veena that was hiding behind Silence all along. And she’s done being quiet. She’s done waiting her turn. She’s going to take what she wants. But what you want, I want it more. And that’s why I come out ahead in this match. Every match is different. But this result? Is the same.
 
My dear Kendra. Nothing has changed from the time we fought months ago. I still idolize your career and everything you’ve done and accomplished. I traveled from show to show in Texas when I was coming up, returning home during the week to my signed Kendra Shamez poster on the wall. There’s no way you would have even remembered meeting me that first time. I had a Kendra shirt on after one of the shows in Texas. I waited in line. You seemed annoyed to sign all these items, but still. A poster and a photo, next. Made my day, either way. And there came the opportunity to fight you. I’ll say this again because I did before: I never imagined it was possible. We’d spoken when you made special appearances or just came to hang out with friends behind the scenes at shows. But never did I think you would waltz back in and start fighting again. Until Pain for Pride. And now you’re holding a title that many will say, despite what you do, I raised to the level it is right now. When that title came about, people talked about it being something for the midcard Vixens. But I wasn’t going to settle for it. I wanted to make it something bigger. I kept winning bigger matches and bigger names wanted a shot at it. Now when I think back a few years ago to the girl looking at that poster on her wall, it’s insane to think that you now hold a title that I held before you. I’m ready for another fight with you. I’m freaking pumped. I know this is a big group dynamic thing, but I just imagine tying up with the woman that defined what it means to be a bitch in this company and trying to beat her again. You showed me what I wanted to be in this company. I reached this place and I became what I really am. And I just keep evolving. So many people were well experienced before they came here. I’m still learning and growing day after day. Maybe that makes it more interesting that I’ve achieved what I have in a short time. For the girls that came here from nationally-known indy brands and had success. I came here from grass roots companies in Texas and got thrown into the fire. But I didn’t burn and wither away to ash. I’m still standing here today and fighting for me. And that won’t stop. No matter what happens this weekend.
 
War never changes. It always starts with a shot and ends with losses on both sides. Does anyone really win? Hands will be raised at Shock Value, but the only thing that shifts around is pride. One group will have the pride in knowing what they just accomplished. The other will be the bit players in a historical fight between some of the best we have to offer. Anyone can win and almost no outcome is all that shocking.  This war won’t end with a peace treaty. There’s a brawl and one side takes the spoils and the other wallows in defeat. That’s the only way this will end. All I can do is ensure both teams that I’m coming in like a storm and I’m taking anything I can with me. All I can really do is tell the other nine of you that I intend to do whatever it takes to make sure this match goes my way. On to battle ladies. The week is just beginning. By the end of it, we’ll be ready for all-out war.

I get it. In this day and age where counterculture is considered cool and the sustained extraordinary is considered passé, everyone wants to root against history. All year long, right when I’ve been on the brink of achieving my record-breaking seventh World Championship reign, a boulder has blocked my path to the gold. And no matter how big or small that boulder has been, it’s been just enough to keep me down; it’s been just effective enough to keep the beast in his slumber. But this time, it’s different. And I don’t need a chump like Matt Miles to scrutinize me and poke fun at my flaws — this is a guy who openly complains about his lack of opportunities, never realizing it’s his own fault they weren’t there to begin with. I created my opportunities even when my window was nearly closed shut. Matt Miles, artist of propaganda, has been given opportunities on a whim by the ever-magnanimous Carlos Rosso. And that’s fine; this kind of treatment is what I’ve come to expect. Aren Mstislav can’t beat me in a singles match, so what happens? Instead of settling the score and proving once and for all who the better man is, the suits schedule a Triple Threat to determine who stays or becomes champion. Just look at the miscarriage of justice that went down on the build to this past Pain for Pride. I’m supposed to be in a clear-cut singles match against Ares Vendetta — a match I rightfully and solely earned the right to be in by toppling over thirty-nine other wrestlers — and with no real rhyme or reason behind the decision, they go and decide it’s a Fatal Four-Way. Suddenly, just because Tyler Parker beats me in an exhibition match, it’s tantamount to winning the most improbable and challenging Grand Rampage in our company’s history. It earns him a shot at the championship. It marginalizes the lengths I had to go to ensure my opportunity at Pain for Pride — because let’s be honest, you can paint a pretty picture and twist the narrative however you want, but when it boils down to it, I’ve been screwed at every turn. I’ve been wronged by one-sided incompetent management that would like nothing more than to see me gone. On what merits is an exhibition victory equal to a Grand Rampage victory? In what rulebook a former champion from six months ago allowed to exercise a rematch clause six months later, without so much as competing in a match? Matt Miles rambles on about how I’ve had opportunities handed to me. He talks about how the only difference separating us is the fact that I’ve gotten more opportunities. Allow me to correct you — I’ve EARNED more opportunities. I’m not entitled. I know I have prodigal talent the likes of which no elitist in the history of this business ever has, but you never hear me saying I’m owed a championship match just because of who I am. Try to find one line where I said I’m owed a championship shot because of my star power. It’s inevitable that management will consider the bottom line when creating matches, and that’s fine. From a business sense, I completely understand it. You roll with what generates revenue. But NEVER have I said I’m owed a championship match because of who I am. Why? Because I don’t need to. The proof of my worthiness stands before everyone’s eyes, but in a pathetic and laughable attempt to create a fake narrative for the sake of spiting me and building your own brand at my expense, people try to act like I haven’t earned it. Turn a blind eye to my credentials just to spite me. Am I delusional enough to believe everyone is complicit in some grand conspiracy against me? Of course not, but to dismiss the facts is an oversight at best. That’s all Matt Miles has done — dismiss the facts. Before he notched a once-in-a-lifetime victory over me on Voltage — his Super Bowl, ‘cuz he damn sure isn’t walking out of Shock Value the new EAW Champion — he spoke like he had earned the right to a championship shot, like he was about to supplant me and I was old news. Well, here’s a newsflash — you’ve never been the news. You’ve never been afforded multiple opportunities like I have because you’re not nearly as talented as me. For a year and a half, I’ve had to deal with people like you attacking me with every trick in their arsenal and trying to get me stumble even if they go nowhere themselves, all just to gain that small, pitiful solace of tripping me up on the goal line before I can score the touchdown. I’m done with it. I’m done with the politics. I’m done with the Aren Mstislav’s and Matt Miles’ of the world, crying foul about everything when they themselves could never hope in their wildest imaginations to have the career that I’ve had. I’m tired of the bullshit. I’m tired of the lies. I’m tired of the propaganda. I’m tired of this cancer that’s been plaguing me throughout the course of the year — I’m tired of it all. And I’m not going to deal with it anymore. I’m not going to sit idly by and be your content little spectator, watching while another man achieves glory at my expense yet AGAIN. I don’t care if it’s the last match I ever wrestle. I don’t care if I sustain injuries so severe that I’m forced to retire — I am walking out of Shock Value as the new EAW Champion, and I would HATE to be an oddsmaker in Las Vegas betting a stack against me. I would hate to be Matt Miles — thinking he’s destined for greatness — only for the millions of people watching him wrestle to realize at Shock Value that this little streak he’s been on is just that — a streak. This isn’t a guy who came from nothing and escaped humble beginnings to reign atop the tallest mountain. This is a flash in the pan whose momentary success preceded an inevitable collapse. How do I know this? Can I tell the future? No. I can’t tell the future. If I could, I wouldn’t have been shocked when I lost to Mr. DEDEDE at Reckless Wiring. I wouldn’t have taken my loss at Pain for Pride so hard. I would have sat back and prepared myself for something I already expected the best I could; but that’s just the thing, I didn’t expect any of it — and that wasn’t because I’m not a fortuneteller — it was because I failed myself. I lost because I didn’t prepare well enough. I thought it was just a given — that I could thrive on talent alone and anything extra would be gravy — but it turned out that giving EVERYTHING I had, and more, just wasn’t good enough. And I’ve had some really, really exhausting long nights since losing those matches. I’ve sat in the corner, staring off into space, wondering if this was really what I wanted to do — if this was my passion. Because if this was my passion, then there’s no question I’d able to rise above these limitations the talking heads have put on me and achieve the unthinkable. I had to survive both mental and physical crucibles to stand where I’m standing today; and I will be DAMNED if I let an Aren Mstislav, or a Matt Miles, or any other scrub that thinks they can interfere with me and seven World Championship reigns, once again take away from me the very object that gives my life purpose. I don’t care about waking up and smelling the coffee. I don’t care about the value in a nutritious breakfast. I don’t care about the birds chirping in the morning bliss. I don’t care about flying kites or taking children to the fair. I don’t care about taking the dog for a walk. Other people jovially engage in those trivial affairs like the simple things make living another day worth it, but I sit here, as bold as ever, unable to give a damn about any of that. Because the only freakin’ thing I care about is WRESTLING! The only thing on my mind is how I’m going to beat Matt Miles and Aren Mstislav. The only thing I care about in this whole entire world — my fixation, my OBSESSION — is winning that damned EAW Championship. Winning seven World Championship reigns. I don’t even care about the skeptics anymore. You can work your entire career trying to please your critics, trying to silence them, but at the end of the day they’re going to have ammo at some time or another. They’re going to exploit you in your darkest and most vulnerable moments, all to meet a deadline for their failing newspaper. And the people you think are your friends? They don’t care about you, either. More likely, they’re thinking about how to advance their own career more than they’re thinking about how they can help you. Why? Because here’s a secret — you talk about loyalty, like-minded thinkers. It doesn’t matter. Anyone can tell you what the nature of the beast is; but I can tell you what it isn’t. Loyalty isn’t the nature of the beast. Commonality isn’t the nature of the beast. Kindred spirits are not in the nature of the beast. You can be two peas in a pod and hold hands for months and months, and then at the end of the year, in your darkest moment, when that person has an opportunity to exploit you or laugh at you or mock you, they’re going to take it. They’re going to take a jab at you in the newspaper when you didn’t say a single thing about them — because there’s no stinking loyalty in any of this. There’s no honor among thieves. Because once you take off the blinders, you realize something. A criminal is a criminal. They’ve been convicted for a reason. They’re not worth a second chance. Almost nobody is. Matt Miles sure as hell isn’t, and yet EAW is giving him a second chance for reasons that are beyond my fathom. Aren Mstislav won the EAW Championship from who again? Vic Vendetta? Oh, right, the man who got dominated by me two weeks ago. Didn’t even look like a challenge! And they want to talk about loyalty, about what others “deserve”? This has gotta be the most sentimental, bleeding-heart sack of crap I’ve ever heard in my entire lifetime. There’s no loyalty! There’s no “deserving” it! I’ve EARNED it the entire year and I still have traitors and social climbers trying to stab me in the back at every turn! That’s why I sleep with one eye open and keep my defenses up, because I know the people you least suspect are the ones quick to go on the offensive. Quick to turn the tables on you; no longer am I going to expose myself to that rotten seed. Nobody else was going to do it, so I enlightened myself. And if Aren Mstislav or Matt Miles hope to have a snowball’s chance in Hell of beating me at Shock Value, they’re going to need to enlighten themselves, too — because the Y2Impact they’ve encountered is NOTHING like the Y2Impact they’re going to encounter at Shock Value. Simply saying “there will be blood” does no justice to the pure and unmitigated sanguinary slaughter that’s going to take place at Shock Value. That would be TAME as a descriptor for the wrath they’re going to feel. And tame? TAME IS TOO GOOD FOR THEM! 

What’s different about this than Reckless Wiring or Pain for Pride? EVERYTHING. Reckless Wiring and Pain for Pride, while both were incredible opportunities, I didn’t go into the match thinking that I wouldn’t have any more chances if I didn’t win. I didn’t go into the match thinking that if I lose, I’d be irreparably broken. I went into those matches with an open mind. Of course I expected victory. But it didn’t matter what the outcomes were in the long run. They didn’t dictate my future. Shock Value does. The spoiled-rotten entitled pieces of crap this new generation has spawned can go ahead and root for Matt Miles and Aren Mstislav all they damn well please; because it doesn’t mean shit to me. I can’t say the same for Miles — I want to break him. I’m going to toe that line between trying to humiliate Matt Miles and trying not to lose sight of the bigger picture that is the EAW Championship… To PERFECTION. I know that I can toe that line. The question about me has never been based on my ability. Any clown saying otherwise, whether it’s Miles or Aren Mstislav, they haven’t done enough research. They can exist in their own little world where their opinions are paramount, blocking off every dissentient thought along the way. I don’t care — what good is that going to do them? No good at all. I rather like when my competition deludes themselves into believing they’re infallible. Mr. DEDEDE and Ares Vendetta, for all of their boasts, they didn’t believe they were impervious to pain or unable to be beaten. Matt Miles is feeling himself right now. He thinks he’s unbeatable just because he’s gone on a streak. How many streaks have I gone on in my career? Too many to count. I’ve gone on streaks that spanned months without being pinned. I haven’t submitted in five years. Matt Miles can try and point at my flaws to act like I don’t belong in this match, but if you compare the body of work, it isn’t even close. I don’t bring that up, why? Because I’m not allowed to, apparently. I’m not allowed to bring up all those times I gave little kids hope by doing the impossible. I’m not allowed to bring that stuff up because it doesn’t fit the agenda being driven by EAW and its puppets. It doesn’t fit the agenda of Matt Miles. When has Miles EVER done anything people thought was impossible? Spartan Cup? Of course not. What kind of growth-stunted loser do you have to be to brag about winning the Spartan Cup, as if that accomplishment is somehow on the same level as just about ANYTHING I’ve done? Matt Miles goes on and explicitly says he doesn’t need to brag about the Spartan Cup so he doesn’t, but the truth of the matter is that he’s simply ashamed of himself. He’s ashamed of himself because he’s never been able to match up to the overly lofty expectations he’s always set for himself. Have I ever been ashamed of myself? Grief-stricken? Yes. Many times. But the difference here is that no one questions whether I can weather the storm. I’ve proven on countless occasions that I can bounce back from a cold spell one week and become the hottest extremist in the business the next week. Matt Miles has never so much as approached that level, yet if you asked him, he’d tell you he’s already standing on that same pedestal I’ve risen to so many times throughout my career. If you asked him, he’d tell you the only difference between us is the opportunities. Oh, how the young forget when you’re not around! Something TERRIBLE must’ve happened while I was away, because ever since I came back in 2015, it’s like nobody remembers what I did. None of these newcomers respect the fact that I paved the way for them to have a platform to talk shit about me on. Without me, there is no Matt Miles. He’s going to tell you I’m a liar — that he’s a self-made man who only makes calls directly from his own playbook. But without me, guess what? THERE IS NO PLAYBOOK! I created the playbook. I penned it. I authored it! IT’S MY DESIGN, AND THE PLAGIARISTS MATT MILES AND AREN MSTISLAV ARE TRYING TO STEAL IT — AND FAILING MISERABLY BECAUSE THEY CAN’T DO HALF AS GOOD A JOB! Put me in Miles’ position. I’m a career underachiever that can’t accept he’s a career underachiever. It’s all about “opportunities.” I deflect the blame for that onto others for not giving them to me. NOBODY would take me seriously, just as nobody should take Miles himself seriously. Yet he’s going to go around claiming in earnest that HE’S the one who earned the opportunity, that I’m a thing of the past, desperately clinging to my last shreds of hope? HE’S the one talking about having the “Midas Touch?” Everything you’ve touched turns to gold, huh? That’s why your greatest career achievement is the Spartan Cup? Your career highlights are failures. That’s why you have to hide for months behind a mask? Oh, you weren’t hiding, you say? What kind of self-respecting man hides behind a mask and then goes around the final show before Shock Value ACTING like they aren’t an artist of deception, ACTING like they were upfront just because they finally revealed it to the world long after anybody gave a shit? You’ve got the Midas Touch, everything you touch becomes glamorous, the ugly becomes beautiful and long gone is the wistful sadness accompanying the abject and embarrassing failure to become World Champion, forget all of that… BECAUSE YOU CAN RUN AROUND AND ACT LIKE YOU’RE CALLING A SPADE A SPADE WHEN YOU YOURSELF ARE THE BIGGEST BULLSHIT ARTIST IN THE BUSINESS. The only logical explanation for your so-called “Midas Touch” is that you exist in an alternate universe where up is down and down is up, light is dark and dark is light, coal is gold while gold is coal! Because if I could just commute you back down to reality for a moment, look at ya! LOOK AT YA! I know I’m critical of most of my opponents, but you take the cake, my friend. You’ve hit your ceiling and you’re still delusional enough to believe the sky’s the limit. You beat me ONE time — and that’s one time too many. It’s over for you and Aren Mstislav. It’s over for your dreams of becoming the EAW Champion. When Aren Mstislav is walking down the ramp with that EAW Championship around his waist for one final time, give it a last look. Stare at it admiringly, thinking it could become yours — thinking the Spartan Cup trinket could turn into the EAW Championship treasure. And then when you’re least expecting it, and you think you’ve crossed the finish line, I’ll be there to remind you that all of this? … Was in vain.

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@PicPerfectMichaels: “Never have these words had so much meaning.  See over the past week, hell over the past year really, we as a nation have been divided over ideals, over our past, present, and most definitely our future.  Not that we haven’t been, but over the course of the past 12 + months, We’ve been divided seemingly more than ever, to the point of where it might tear us all apart for good! I’ve kept silent about these issues till now, mostly because I felt it was not my place to speak.  There have already been enough people who have either shouted for joy at the results of what happened last Tuesday, or have shouted in anger over the same result.  I wasn’t going to speak at all, until I found out that this week’s episode of Dynasty will take place in Louisville, Kentucky.  It was then That I recalled Kentucky’s state motto. That Perfect Motto of United we stand, Divide we fall. Why you might be asking?  Because it is a motto that I live my life by.

 
See I have said it before, and I will say it again, I am YOUR social media champion, and Every week I go out there and give my all to do each and every one of you proud!  I do my damnedest to represent each and every man, woman, and child that may  be watching Dynasty live in an arena, or catching the show as it airs on tv, or even reading a transcript of the show online, I go out there every week to entertain each and every one of you.  So this Friday night, whether you’ve voted red or blue, regardless of who you are, or where you’re from, or where you work, or where you pray, or who you love.  Whether it be sitting in the front row of the Freedom Arena, or your laying down on the couch, I am asking that you would all stand with me, because our unity is our greatest strength!
 
Together there is nothing we cannot accomplish!  We can move mountains together, we can part seas. And as long as we all stand as one, nothing, not even the darkest depths can ever hope to overcome us!  No, not even the pits of hell, are stronger than all of us combined.  That is why this Friday night I ask that you all stand with me when I go one on one with Hades.
 
Now I know a few people are out there saying ‘Mark there’s no way you could ever hope to stand against a foe like Hades.’  And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it would be easy to.  Hades is one of the strongest forces in EAW has ever known.  Just take a look at his resume (go ahead and look it up, I’ll wait) And it’s plain to see that Hades has earned every last bit of his reputation.  He’s won countless titles, and he’s been a nightmare that still haunts some elitist to this vary day.  SURRIVING against Hades is a hard enough challenge, let alone winning the actual match.  Make no mistake about it, I don’t dare underestimate Hades, but by the same token, Hades should not underestimate me.  He may have the strength and size, But he sure as hell can’t match me in determination.  The same determination that drove me since I was a kid to become a professional wrestler.  The same determination that has brought me to the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, Elite Answers Wrestling!  The same determination that has inspired me ask everyone, from every side of the spectrum, to let me prove myself as their Social Media Champion. 
 
Hades has done it all in this business, but he has never faced anyone who was more willing to walk to hell and back to get a win.  Friday night I’m asking Hades to bring his A-Game, because you know I’m bringing mine, and when the people of Louisville start cheering at the top of their lungs, and I’m talking feeling the ring shake from just how loud they’re gonna get, I am gonna be feeding off of every last one of them.  Soaking up every last ounce of energy they send my way, I know that they will give me all the strength I need to get my hand raised. 
 
And Hades if you happen to be reading this, just know that even though I respect you and everything you’ve accomplished here in EAW, this Friday night you are gonna see first hand just why so many people have gotten behind me on social media, turning me into a twitter trendsetter, and Instagram icon.  You get to know why so many people the #Hero when mentioning me.  It is because from bell to bell there is nobody who can go quite like Mark Michaels.  No one will ever take everything you have to dish out, and still be standing wanting to go quite like me.  No one will ever bring you to your absolute limit the way that I can.  And whether you believe me or not, no one will ever make you wonder, what is it that I have to do to actually put this guy away like me. 
 
So this Friday night, I want you to give me everything you got, because WE’LL be doing just that!  #Dynasty #EAW #ThisFriday #InDaBag #PictureTHAT
 
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(Cameras fade into Cleopatra's office where her back is turned from the camera while shown seated in a chair and two stylists are busy prepping her hair for a new saga. Our longest reigning Vixens Champion looks very uncomfortable as the two ladies begin to question Cleo while continuing to work on her hair.)

Stylist #1: What's the matter, Cleo? I have never seen you like this. You look very stressed out.

Cleo: I'm not stressed... I'm not stressed at all. I am just sick and tired of the pettiness that has been shown on MY show.

Stylist #2: Maybe you need a man to help out your needs.

Cleo: NO! I don't need a man. I have never needed any man to help me with my needs. As of fact, I'm sick of man! Our so called man representative, Ken Stark should go die in a hole and never come back. He does a lousy job trying to correct something that's already right. Why does he even need to listen to those little brats on the Empire roster is beyond me. They are all dysfunctional and will never learn to work together to have a great show. Too many egos. Too many slow idiots. Too many who don't even deserve a snip of time on live television.

Stylist #1: Those are some harsh words. But I guess you're right. They are all complaining about your authority.

Cleo: I dare Ken Stark to put someone else in my position. They wouldn't be able to handle all of the b****ing for two minutes. Not for me. I can handle anything that is thrown to me. I am the Queen of the Nile for Christ's sake!

Stylist #2: Well I guess we might find out at Shock Value if you don't win the battle royal, Miss Cleo.

Cleo: IF I DON'T WIN? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

Did you just see what I did to Erica Ford on Empire? I kicked her a** worse than Conor McGregor just did to Eddie Alvarez.

For her to even enter this match to me spells out "GUTS." After being completely embarrassed in front of millions, after I practically made her my slave by spanking the s***  out of her then almost burning her face off once I was done --- AND STILL, she is able to compete inside that ring at Shock Value? I'll give her credit for having guts but she better be praying that I don't lay hands on her during this match. I proved that she is below me and anyone else on the Empire roster can get it. I've retired for a reason because I don't need to prove any damn thing. I'm the longest reigning champion in EAW history. I've became a Hall of Famer in just a year. Meanwhile for others, it had to take an extended period. I single-handedly made sure former World Champions stayed as world champions. I've saved Showdown and Dynasty from terrible democracies just like I'm doing now on Empire. Your Ptolematic Queen has also beaten up many extremists, even a six-time world champion named Y2Impact. My career is clearly flawless that it can help the poor. For example, I had voluntarily made Cloud Matsuda become relevant. She landed the Specialist Title right after I took it easy on her in a retirement match-up. That right there describes how great I am. The whole entire world was shook when I became Empire General Manager and I wasn't even a f***ing active Vixen. I have Sheridan yelling my name every got damn second. Kendra Shamez is steady trying to overpower something she doesn't have enough strength to handle. Heart Break Gal is quiet because I have made her life miserable before she asked her little boyfriend, Y2Impact to help dig her career out of a ditch. Cameron Ella Ava, I've stoned her so many times, it's ridiculous. I made her feel non-existent during my one-year long Vixens Championship reign. And now we have a Vixens Champion that believes she's on top of the world when she is nothing more but a filler champion. Sheridan won that belt in the most unrighteous way and I bet if it were me, I would be able to whoop her a** all over the Empire and take that belt and begin another year long reign.

I'm clearly the greatest EAW Vixen of all time. I don't need to be a f***ing OG Vixen because I'm in my own league. Matter of fact, without me, there would be no Empire, no OG Vixens, no stupid little Sirens or any of these hoes that I'm facing in the battle royal. Vixens division would have been dead if I never arrived because your very own Heart Break Gal decided to leave. Cameron Ella Ava was lacking the aggressiveness to take over and Kendra Shamez was too busy sharing her body backstage along with Christy Cruise. All these Vixens are considered OG Vixens? Please. I would beat each of them with little force. As for the Sirens, I don't need to take notice that I would beat them. Most of them are probably scared to face me anyway because they know what I would do to them. Except Sheridan, I doubt she's scared and that's not a good thing. Her ignorance to keep my name in her mouth is causing cancer to invade through that thick skull. I'll be glad to cure her from any sick disease if she continues to flap those jaws like she does for her German men.

Stylist #2: You speak a tough game, girl but daang... You didn't have to go ham on them like that.

Cleo: I'm not even done yet. Veena Adams decided to join the OG Vixens. That's like adding Kwame Brown in the NBA All-Star Game line-up. Just terrible. These girls have the most poor judgment of all time and I'm always seen as the bad one? Veena Adams is not good. It has already been pretty evident of that. She's like a Erica Ford. They're just here to fill up the card because we can't keep booking Kendra vs. Haruna every single week. That wouldn't be fun, so we got Veena Adams, who has also took apart as another filler because OG Vixens couldn't pay me enough money to come out of retirement to join their stupid little union.

Stylist #1: What about Stephanie?

Cleo: What about her? She's just as bad, maybe even WORSE.

Stylist #2: OK, that's enough talk about their matches. What about that battle royal? What do you think about Brody Sparks chances?

Cleo: Brody Sparks is dumb. For her to believe she has more wisdom than me is such a moronic statement. She doesn't even have experience being a champion. She doesn't know how to win. She isn't even relevant in my eyes, why the f**k can you even think such ways? I'm starting to believe all the Vixens have drove the short bus before. Brody is one of them. I'm sorry but establishing yourself with anyone will get you nowhere, Brody. You are complete waste on MY show. You don't have what it takes to beat me or be me. If you somehow win this battle royal and take control for 24 hours, I will voluntarily quit because there's no way I'm having such a whore like you rule over me. You are not worthy. Matter of fact, I won't need to worry about that because you're the least on my mind as a opponent, character or anything else. You're a liability to me. That's one of the main reasons why you're not even in the five on five elimination match. You and the rest of the Vixens in this battle royal are seen as insects to the opposing teams. They're using you for their own glory and all of you girls are dumb enough to follow suit.

Truly, you all forgot the common purpose of even competing inside that ring. TO WIN CHAMPIONSHIPS! Most of you are only concerned on control, which will backfire. If I were still an active Vixen on the Empire roster, I wouldn't give two-s**** about gaining control. I don't want to be like a OG Vixen that their old asses believe they deserve the world because they were competing first and paved the way. I don't want to be a Siren that fail at their potential to rise above some awful structured war.

Stylist #2: Girl, what you have to say about Azumi Goto?

Cleo: WHO THE FOOK IS THAT? IS SHE EVEN ON THE CARD?

Stylist #1: Yes, my lady. She is on the card and one of Empire's active members. Don't you book her matches?

Cleo: Well that says much about her value to this company. She is really considered the definition of a "Shock Value" because that name alone isn't worth s**** in my eyes. For her to even mention my name is disgraceful. I feel like I have chicken pots when ever she says my name. "Azumi Goto" sounds like a Japanese pornstar name.  I don't even feel bothered when a name like that says that I'm not a real threat. Words from the wise, I kept Jaywalker and HBB relevant. I didn't have help to win my Vixens championship reign. I didn't need help to hold onto it for a year. I WAS PROJECT EGO. Without me, that s*** would have died in a month. Matter of fact, you're going to die when I see you inside that ring. I'm going to make your Lucy Liu predator a** into my very own prey.

This goes out to the other women in this match. You're all below me. You don't need control. You don't even know the definition of it! Ken Stark is clearly half blind by giving you this opportunity. Then again, he's a smart man for allowing me to burn you all alive like I did Erica Ford on Empire.

Stylist #1: These ladies better get their game up because I don't think my lady is playing at all if she gains control.

Cleo: Oh no, I won't do anything terrible ONCE I win.

I will just make everything right again.

Stylist #2: It is complete my lady.

(The ladies turn Cleopatra around facing the camera as her hair has changed back blonde and a new sinister look is upon her face. Cameras fade to black)

I spent the latter half of my day preparing for my next late night outing. After my raid in Queens, I found out that there was a network of HGH sellers throughout the city. It appeared that one didn’t know much from the other, but the sellers I’ve interrogated all had something in common: the man in shades. This individual sold his product to all of them, which in turn they sold to athletes, primarily indie wrestlers. I wanted to nip this case in a bud, but I had more pressing matters. I was sitting in my office when Serenity entered, her eyes slightly starstruck.

“Steph?” she called, sounding nervous. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Bring them in and shut the door.” 

I closed my laptop as an all too familiar face walked in. It was no other than the Red Dragon herself, The Heart Break Gal. Seeing Claudia outside of work was one of the last things I thought I would see, so I figured this there had to be a valid reason. Though I had to admit, she was rocking that red outfit she had on. 

“Hello Stephanie!” greeted HBG with open arms. 

I raised an eyebrow, but went in for a hug anyway. Something was up, but i didn’t mind playing along. After all, I could always rub it in her face that she hugged a ‘tryhard’. 

“Well if it isn’t the Hiatch Beee Geee!” I exclaimed in an obviously sounding sarcastic tone. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”

Claudia Michaels watched me sit back down before speaking. “Well, I was in Manhattan doing a photo op when I realized that you lived in Brooklyn. I wanted to speak with you about a situation regarding Shock Value.”

“And that situation is…?”

Claudia looked out the office window for a moment. I could tell she was watching Azumi train in the ring. “I’m just hoping that your newfound alliance doesn’t skew your view of things come fight night.”

Laughing, I shook my head, realizing what this visit was actually about. “My alliance with Azumi has nothing to do with what goes on during Empire. We’re just-”

“Yeah, yeah, you guys had the same sensei and all that jazz.” HBG waved her hand dismissively. “Look Matsuda, I trust you. That’s not something I say often, so I suggest you take that at face value. But the reality is that her girlfriend is on the opposite team. Though there’s already rift between them…”

I tilted my head to the side. “You’re talking about Haruna’s relationship with Cailin?”
“Yes, with that tramp.”  Claudia’s face immediately went apologetic. “Sorry, I forgot she’s your ex.”

“Meh, you can say whatever you want.” I stood up and walked to the window. Azumi was going through some drills with Jocelyn and Serenity. “Let’s get straight to the point: you want me to seduce Azumi in order to distract Haruna, yes?”

I could almost feel HBG casually shrug her shoulders from behind me. “I didn’t suggest it, but if you think-”

“I’ll do it.”

Claudia blinked a few times. “Really? I knew I could depend you Tryhard!”

I turned around. “I’m not doing it for you though, nor for the other OGs. I’m doing it for myself.”

“For yourself?” asked HBG. “Are you telling me you’re smitten with that...woman?”

I shrugged. “To be honest Ms. Gal, I don’t know. But what I do know is that she and I have a potential to be a good team and Haruna’s BS is distracting her. What I do know is that Cailin is using Haruna as a weapon against me to try and offset what I do in elimination tag matches. And lastly…” I walked up to HBG. “What I do know is that I want to win.”

Claudia sneered. “As do I Cloudy, as do.” She headed to the door. “By the way, I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s very...quaint. Very, urban-like.”

Another way of saying it’s ghetto. Gotta hand it to her though, she’s been trying to not be such a bitch.

“Thank you” I said with a slight I nod.

Once HBG left, I was left alone with my thoughts. Did I like Azumi? Like I told Claudia, I didn’t know. But, now that it was in my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. We both loved wrestling and had a shared history. I always thought she was cute whenever she interacted with Haruna. Could I see myself in the shoes of my rival? There was only one way to find out. 

I was going to give Azumi something Haruna couldn’t: tag team gold.




(The camera opens to Cloud standing in an abandoned warehouse by herself.)

My rivals and enemies all on one team, all in one place. For me this match isn’t just the end to the OG vs Siren arc, but rather an end to my own. There’s only so far that pure hate can take a person. Do I still hate you all? Yes. Why, you wonder? We could go through a laundry list of items that accumulated this year, but there’s one that stands out more than anything else: hypocrisy. The hypocrisy that somehow you’re all different from the rest of the pack. The hypocrisy that you’re the heroes of this story, but yet you use the same tactics as your enemies. The hypocrisy that you think you did it all on your own but yet half of you obtained success AFTER boning an elitist! I peep the magazine covers, watch episodes of True Vixens, and I know and understand where all it leads; this is something I’ve said time and time again. You are the next OGs ladies. This is The Reality we live in, much like the current sad state of affairs hanging over this country’s head. My allies have predicted this and wish to stop it. Why? Because they been there, done that. They see how it’ll hurt this division in the long run. They saw how many a female wrestler has quit EAW due to do the group-think that occurs in the locker room. They were where you are now, and the division suffered for it. So they entrusted the future to the Coven of Sanatorium: Alexis, Brody, Maddie, and myself. WE are the future the women’s division needs! WE are what the division deserves- a sisterhood comprising of talent, loyalty, and intensity! Fuck the glitz, the glamour, and what not, THIS is the land of the ELITE! How can we exist in such a place and not be considered ELITISTS ourselves!? Every woman in this division is just as talented as any man, but yet we’re constantly disrespected at every turn! They said Empire would fail- but yet our ratings are just as consistent as the other three brands- and we’re on PBS! (laughs) Imagine the numbers Empire would do if it was on USA, Spike, or hell even Pop! People flock from all over to see you fight and strut your stuff because it’s what they’re used to. No glass ceilings would be shattered under your watch. Fight Elitsts? The OGs done it. Date your co-workers? The OGs done it. Win titles outside your division? Two of the women I fight with have done as such. One of them is the matriarch to a freaking DYNASTY, and under the right guidance, the other can accomplish anything her uncle has. Then you have me...a woman who carries two legacies on her shoulders- three if you count Sanatorium. 

Formation-uh I mean The Sirens was the it thing of 2016, but as you can see this year is about to come to a close. You had your chance to unite the division and carry it on your back and in Charlie Brown-like fashion you dropped the ball. Much like the 42% of women who threw their rights. Yeah, that’s right, I fucking took it there!

(points down to ground to show a football)

The ball IS RIGHT THERE FOR YOU! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! And what do you do!? THE SAME OLD DOG AND PONY SHOW! 

(spits)

I had high hopes for you Aria. I really believed in you. We were sisters...I freaking watched you grow from a straw-weight part-time announcer girl, to the force of nature I saw at Triple Threat. Now, you just stand there with a trophy Voltage doesn’t even care about anymore. Your consolation prize for swallowing when the establishment tells you so. Good job sweets (slow clap) that’s progress for ya huh? And you talk so much shit, but why haven’t you met me in the ring? Why send Cai, Haruna, Tarah, and Sheridan to do the job YOU SHOULD DO YOURSELF! They all tried coming for me and yet HERE I FUCKING STAND! Sher only proved she’s just as good as me, Tarah’s a bust, and Haruna has only proved what luck looks like when it’s finally on her side. There’s a reason why her girl asked me to team with her in the upcoming tag tournament. (laughs) Haruna would just complain halfway through and let Cailin backseat drive the whole thing...just like she does with her CURRENT relationship. If I was Azumi I wouldn’t tolerate that shit. Azumes, if you’re watching this, watch Pain for Pride to see what happens when someone from the outside fucks with my personal life. Want updated evidence? Take a look at Tarah’s photos after our last match on Empire. Hell, watch our match in the EoE tournament, THAT’S what happens to someone who FUCKS with my personal life! You know the hell you put Erica through? Well you might want to call your ‘Taken’ friends again!

YES Cailin I’m talking shit about you. Unlike snickering in private like you do with your little girlfriend, I’m telling the world that the shit they saw on Empire is nothing new! If I knew you was that spineless, then I would have never EEEEEEEEV-AH called you that night! Know what? Haruna, keep her. This is what you always wanted right? But wishes granted come with a price sweets. I’m going to show your lady something she has yet to see here in EAW: a championship. You could never grant her such a present- you’re far too damn selfish. Honestly if it was the two of you, maybe you guys would have won...just like we could have won. This year as I team we were nearly unbeatable. But yet once that former blonde-turned redhead bitch came calling, you trotted over like the bitch you are. Heh, that’s what I love about our current situation. The cards are laid out on the table and nobody can take anything back. Just like post November 8th, all the EAW universe can do is sit back and watch your revolution fall to pieces. It deserves to poof out of existence. Formation was something little girls from all over to get behind. The Sirens is a fever dream pitched by Tarah to spite me. Now look where it lead you five: directly into the blade of the War Queen.

…

Ooouuu.

(snickers) Sher, before you go on about your efficiency and how you Sherplexed me just keep in mind we’re tied. Know and understand that you’re in a match where I AM QUEEN. Ask Aria, she’ll tell you. I know you guys got Haru to nullify my #BlasianGirlMagic but she has no power here. Sorry sweets, but it only works with me. There’s a reason why Maddie asked me to help the OGs. I’ll admit, I was against it at first. But once I got to know my teammates, and what they actually stand for, I’m grateful to fight side by side with three hall of famers and a child of a legacy. A legacy that Tarah doesn’t deserve to walk hand in hand with. We are not the previous women’s roster - we will fuck you up - oh wait! Nevermind…

(pauses to laugh for a minute)

Okay, I’m good. Where was I? Oh yeah, how much the Sirens suck and how their victory would push the division back nine years. We’re on the verge of an ACTUAL revolution, one that the Coven will initiate! We’ll take control of Empire, tear you all to pieces, and come next year be it Cailin or Sheridan...you WILL be staring into my eyes in the middle of the ring trust and believe. But, more on that another time (sighs). Whatever tactics you think you have, just erase the board and throw out the marker. I know all five of you like the back of my hand. To be honest, it’s going to be a series of sequences where you’re each going to show off just how awesome you think you are. No teamwork, no strategy, just crowd pandering. That’s the reason for the Sirens’ existence after all. Just circle popping each other while the EAW universe watches. 

Time to stand up and wash your hands ladies. You have a fight come next weekend so I suggest you plan accordingly. I won’t be holding back, just like I’m not holding back now, and how I’m not going to hold back in my training. Team OG will be a well oiled MACHINE dedicated to crushing you five under our heels once and for all. Quite honestly I’m tired of this and I would rather move on to a more lucrative challenge, like the Tag Team Grand Prix. This is why I need to win- no why I’m GOING TO WIN THIS. I will break bones and end careers if I have to. Bring your efficiency, pride, confidence, and freak shows. You don’t make me nervous, and you certainly don’t have my allies shook. They ran this yard before we got here and I’ll be sitting on the throne before any of you retire. All you are is just dust in the wind.

(picks up some dust in her hand and blows it towards the camera.)