From The Bottom:
Chapter Four: Noxx- Part 2

It’s dark as Danny Noxx sits in the front seat of his car; he wears a light grey hoodie over a black hat , he shakes his head as he begins to speak.

“Now usually, it’ll be me, Jake and a camera. But today is different, today Voltage just gotta try and split up World’s Most Wanted don’t they? They had to try and fuck up the one silver lining here in EAW. World’s Most Wanted. The breath of fresh air from the freaks and fuck ups that take up our valuable T.V time; a good example- actually the perfect example of this is Solomon Caine, who clearly celebrates Halloween every fucking day and for whatever reason he decides that Wrestling is going to be thing that he’s going to take his weirdness too”

“Caine’s the kind of meth head that likes to shout and scream a name, and in this case, my name; Danny Noxx, this just makes me lose more faith in him, so go on! Waste more of my precious time with just shouting a name that shouldn’t even come from his gob and to top it off, this cunt, he talks about Keelan blood and shit, showed a very ametur video package of Keelan’s head but as I watched this I just kept of thinking “Why?” why do I have to sit here and listen to someone who makes as much sense as Donald Trump but then it hit me- in fact I was ‘Thunderstruck’”

“Jake pointed out that just how spiteful EAW can be, how childish and unprofessional it is at it’s core but yet, yet they have ghouls and druggies being the main attraction of their shows- and that bothers me, it bothers Jake as well because we both know what we bring to the table and what we can do in that ring. Unlike Caine and the rest of the freak show, we’re not some kind magician, we’re not actors pretending to be someone we could only wish we could be just for you personal entertainment, I am real, real as it can get unfortunately for you fuckers that just means that Jake and I are just going keep speaking our minds, we’re not going to back down at any point for the fans or backstage bitches pleasure!”

“Soloman; you picked the short straw on this one, I don’t give one single fuck for what you have to say, I couldn’t go on after the “Blood on the streets” part, like fuck man! Surely whilst you suck dick they would give you some good lines that don’t want to make viewers commit suicide?! Clearly fucking not. Soloman Caine; the most underachieving cock sucker, you’re going to fucking die! See this?”

Danny holds up his right elbow to the camera smiling menacingly.



“This is a symbol of what I live by; with this elbow- a symbol of strength and the power to knock a bitch out and it’s people like you Caine, who die by this symbol- I cleanse this world of those who don’t belong it, oh and of course those stupid enough to get in my way! After Voltage Solomon the only thing you’ll be leaving with is a broken jaw! Don’t believe me? Just watch!”



Danny Noxx jokingly commits an elbow gesture towards the camera, he laughs as he gets out the car and walks off screen.

“Watashi wa kanojo o shinjiru koto ga dekimasen!”


Azumi’s loud voice broke my concentration as I tried to focus on my meditation. I had a tough battle ahead, one that could improve my chances for a title shot. I could hear Azumi stomping through the gym, which probably was the reason why I no longer heard Jocelyn and Serenity training. I opened my eyes, watching Azumi storm back and forth.


“What wrong?” I asked,


“That  ex of yours is putting her nose into other people’s business!” Azumi exclaimed as one of her legs struck a heavy bag.


“She kind of does that.” I stood up, stretching my arms. “She’s recruiting Haruna...because of me.”


Azumi stopped for a moment. “F-for you?”


I nodded and stared at my new ally with humble eyes. “The one I can’t beat. She’s going to be their weapon against me.”


Azumi crossed her arms. “I’ll tell you what Cloud- this war is so stupid!” 


“Azumi’s right!” chimed in Serenity, leaning against the ropes. “I can’t wait for you and Aria to become friends again!”


I stared up at Serenity carefully. The young girl knew what I was going to say next and backed away in fear.


“Stay out of grown folks business” I said, putting on my hoodie. “Matter of fact, don’t tell Aria shit about what’s going on in this gym. I know you still talk to her.”


“Don’t worry Sister Stephanie” said Jocelyn reassuringly. “I’ll make sure Serenity keeps her mouth shut!”


Eclipse’s sister came at my own with a kick to her blind side, but I taught Serenity to be prepared for such things. They traded a few more blows before becoming immersed in their training once more. I walked up to Azumi and put a hand on her shoulder.


“Haruna cares about you...more than you’ll ever know. But, there’s still a place for Cailin in her heart. Cai knows this and will exploit the shit out of that.”
“What should I do then?” For the first time, Azumi sounded lost.


“You don’t have to do anything sweets. Leave the rest to me. What I need you to do is to contact Manami and get her here. Shock Value is just around the corner, which means the tournament is coming up.”


I took out my phone and started texting the nearest War Party member to get his camera ready.


“Cloud?”


“Hai?”


“T-thank you...for everything.”


I paused for a moment. I wasn’t Azumi’s adorable grateful face that caught me off guard, or the fact that we’ve grown a little closer these past few weeks. It was the sudden realization that the cycle is about to repeat itself. Cailin has re-established her strings and Haruna, who’s girlfriend has conveniently ran into my arms. Last year, this resulted in Ariana sharing my bed. Currently, nothing is going on between Azumi and I. Hell, I didn’t even think of us in a romantic sense until it dawned on me that everything was about to come full circle. I always thought my joshi in arms was cute...but seducing her was never an option I had in mind.


Not until now.


Damn it Steph, you have bigger things to worry about.


“I do…”


“Huh?” Azumi blinked in confusion.


“Oh, uh I mean you’re welcome. Don’t worry about it Azumes. Just get in touch with Manami-sensei.”


“Right.”


I started walking towards the door. “I’m going to go out for a jog. I’ll be back in a few.”


If Cailin was resorting to using Haruna, then the Sirens must be running out of options. If she wanted to make things this personal, then I’ll be more than happy to let the past repeat itself.


After all, it’s been awhile since another woman shared my bed.



(The camera opens up to Cloud standing in front of her gym with her hands in her pockets.)

If I told the old me that a year later she would be fighting against her friends alongside one of her enemies, she would never believe me. If I told her that four chair shots later, she would be aligned with the very people she swore to fight against, she would think it was a joke. But alas, this is My Reality. But sadly, a wrestler changes and love changes, and best friends become strangers. Maybe I should have walked the road you did Sher. Maybe I should have raised my middle finger to the world and took what I felt I deserved. But admittedly I was took broken up to do such things. I was too hurt, all in my anger to walk the lonesome path that you walked to the Vixens Championship. It was that difference that got you exactly what you wanted and showed me who my real enemies are. I’ve said it once and I don’t mind saying it again: I have nothing personal against you. This doesn’t mean I’ll take it easy on you. I know you’re itching to fight me after losing to a roll-up in one of your first matches in this company. For someone in her rookie year you’ve accomplished so much. You won the Vixens Cup and went on to cash it in successfully. I wouldn’t be surprised if you win Vixen of the Year. 2016 was certainly your year sweets. But as ‘16 comes to a close just know this and understand it…


2017 is the Year of Matsuda.


Go ahead, laugh...I’ll wait (pauses). Got it out of your system? Good. Whoever walks into the new year with that strap will have a target on their back and I don’t intend on missing sweets. I see our upcoming match as a preview of things to come; a title match for the ages. We will fight, trade blows, and give it everything we got. But like then, now, and forever, I will pin you. The ref will count to three, and I will walk off away, hoodie vest and all. You are one of the most talented women in the world Ms. Muller. But one thing about me - once I have your number, that’s it. You’re not the semi thick Sherball that we used to think was the most adorable thing in the universe. You’re a warrior whose muscles could could stone. You changed so much...but so have I sweets. The ironic thing is that people still underestimate me...except for my allies.  I was paired with the OGs for a reason, one that everyone will see come Shock Value. For now, the EAW universe will get a taste of what’s to come. I am the War Queen Sheridan Muller -I read my opponents like books, only to find the same tale being told over and over. Arrogant vixens who forgot they were amazons forged in the fires of battle. They would rather compare their attitudes than their actual skill. But alas, you’re nothing like them Sher. You’re so much more...just not enough to completely surpass me. Why would I say such a thing to the Women’s Champ? Because you was barely fed real competition Sher. We fought all the same people and the ones you couldn’t beat, I did. There’s few who allude my blade, but I am a patient woman Sher. I can wait a very long time for my opportunity just like you did to secure the gold, just like you did, just like I waited  along time to fight the new you. I knew my moment would come...I just had to lay in the cut, licking my chops. 


(Arms out)


Here I am sweets. Come and get me. Come see why my enemies don’t make me nervous. See why I will never shake in my boots. See how the only thing that can take German Efficiency is Blasian Efficiency. Work out, train, do whatever it is you have to do. Hell, make out with another cardboard cut out of my ex while you’re at it. Speaking of which, losing to me is something your challenger secretly wants to happen. She wants you to take this L as much as you want payback. In her mind, losing to me will leave you vulnerable, just ripe for the picking. But, we knew good ‘ol Sherball better than that now don’t we? Every time I knock you down you’ll get back up and fight harder. The harder you fight, the harder I will make you fall. This match will become an endless cycle of violence until your body gives way. The world will watch in awe as they see the Blasian Sensation stand in triumph over German Efficiency. Next Thursday the world will get to see who the most dangerous woman on Empire is. No hard feelings sweets. 


(puts on her hoodie)


What would your rookie self say if she saw you as the champion? Hmm. Better yet, what will you say when your future self warns you about losing the title to me. Food for thought, huh? I can only imagine the look on your face when she tells you that you’re going to lose to Blasian Efficiency…


(gestures with two fingers) 


Twice. 


(jogs off in the opposite direction)

(The wrestling gym looks dingy but is a good size, holding three training rings. The wall says Madrid All Star Wrestling training center in faded letters. Within one of the rings is Jon McAdams in full ring gear, across from him is a man roughly the same size wearing black trunks. They are circling each other as several indie wrestlers are gathered on the outside)

(Black Trunks moves in for a take down but is met with knees to the side of his head, he takes a few steps back dazed as McAdams begins slamming his fists against the man. The man reels back against the turnbuckle as McAdams leaps up onto his legs and pulls him over hitting a monkey flip on the lad. He gets up as McAdams catches his head in his arm and begins to brutally knee his gut. Black Trunks grabs McAdams arm and twists into an arm lock and pushes him forward against the ropes. When McAdams turns back, Black Trunks slugs him with a hard right. As he does this the doors of the performance center slam open)

(Mike Showman strolls into the room as the wrestlers in the room all stop what they are doing. All of them wide eyed and shocked that he just stepped into the room)

(Black trunks also stopped paying attention, McAdams runs back at the ropes and comes forward hitting the Head Trauma knocking the man out cold)
 
(McAdams stands up grinning and kicking the man out of the ring until he flips out onto the floor in front of Showman)

Mike Showman: Really? This the best you got? I mean Jesus, we met in one of the top class restaurants in Paris and you have me here at a dirty, dingy place with these wannabe no goods whose biggest achievement is seeing me walk through that doors.
 
Jon McAdams is heaving: my sincerest apologies
 
McAdams snaps his finger as several wrestlers scatter and come back carrying a chair, a table, what appears to be several different handles of alcohol and a dinner plate with lobster

(Mike is a bit surprised with the sudden transformation of this place. He looks around with a mixed face of surprise and being impressed. He touches the bottles of wine and surveys them quite closely. Finally, after some examination, his mixed reaction face turns to only satisfaction as he smiles a bit)

Mike Showman: Well, the alcohol is very good. In my opinion, a meeting with a poor choice of alcohol can never lead to a satisfactory conclusion. I remember seeing my father reject even some big name partners just because the wine was not upto the mark. But this, this is very good. I believe this could work indeed. But even then, I have to ask, why this place? Because it’s indeed a curious place.


McAdams: It's right down the street from some of the classiest clubs and restaurants in Madrid. Plus I'm not scheduled to fight this week so I need to get my ring time in


Mike Showman: Same. No wrestling this week for me too. You know what I think, I think that EAW really wants us. They are taking us from one city to another in Europe and we are not even wrestling in most of the cities. It’s like Voltage wants our names to appear in the list of people because they know, we attract people and we attract money. People pay to see us and not those other guys who call themselves wrestlers. The people out there, they might hate us but they can’t resist us. Well anyways, I know I am stating the obvious here because it’s totally understandable that they would want us considering that we are the only people with class in Voltage.
(Mike looks around the place again)
Mike: You know, I have to ask though, the service here is quite good if you consider the quality of this sweaty and dirty place. How did you get these lame ass people to actually deliver this kind of service?

McAdams: Fear, power, and money.

Mike: HA! I like you already.
 
(McAdams snaps his finger at the largest masked wrestler in the back of the room. He's been glaring at them all night unimpressed. McAdams beckons him towards the ring)

McAdams: I like to remind young hopefuls that they aren't as good as us. The world ought to know that we aren't on the same level. That we’re a class above. And I do believe a man like you is a class above the rest.

Mike Showman: You got that absolutely right. As I said, we are the only people with class in Voltage. And these so called wrestlers, the only wrestling they would be doing is with their ugly wives in the bedroom, if they ever get one that is. Anyways, I called you and you asked for a meeting and here I am. I think we should start by stating the reason for a meeting. Oh and if you don’t mind (takes a bottle, opens it and pours the wine in the glass)

(The giant luchador steps into the ring. He is near 7 feet tall)
 
McAdams: I feel like something needs to change. Something needs to happen. You are easily one of the most talented and dangerous men on the roster. Someone who agrees with me in doing whatever it takes to win. Someone who is willing to go farther than others to gain the victory here.
 
Mike Showman (taking a sip from the glass): Yes, you are right Jon, I will do whatever it takes to win. I don’t care about what other people brand it because till now, I have been successful. I am unbeaten till now and I have faced every kind of opponent. I have faced former champions like Carson Ramsay, experienced men like Black Sven and also clowns like Fournier and yet, I am unbeaten. Now most people would call my methods of victory as plain cheating, brand it with fancy words such as ‘dishonorable’, ‘cheap’ but the way I see it, I win and the other lose and nothing is more important that winning. You are same Jon and I have seen it with my own eyes how far you can go for winning. I didn’t believe that I would find someone like that here except myself but, guess I was wrong.

Jon McAdams: We're both top caliber wrestlers, were both men capable of reaching the pinnacle of this business. Only thing is, It's a dreadfully long road. I believe in hard work. But I believe that shortcuts are necessary to get things done quickly if you catch my meaning.
 
Mike Showman: I like to call it a quicker way. And yes, I do believe that a quicker way is necessary and sometimes even effective if you are talking about building a strong reputation.

(The luchador rushes McAdams who grabs his cane and slams it against the luchador head. He is momentarily knocked off balance as McAdams clubs the back of his knee and brings him down to the floor. McAdams goes to club him again but the big man catches McAdams hand and roars as he stands up)
(The Luchador stands up and raises his fist, but before he can slug McAdams, Showman breaks his wooden chair over the Luchadors back. He drops to one knee as McAdams and Showman club him until he's on the ground)
 
(McAdams grins wildly as the wrestlers around the ring murmur in anger but do nothing. Some filming them on their phones.)

McAdams: Money, Fear, Power, Class, Charisma

Showman: Make it double. Double money, double fear, double power, double class, double charisma. Do you think Hitler would have ever been a threat if he did not have Mussolini by his side? Do you think Antonio would have ever defeated Brutus if he did not have the support of Augustus Caesar? Two heads are always better than one
 
McAdams smiles maliciously: Yeah... Two. I like the sound of that. It's that kind of thinking that puts our names up there with the greats.

Showman: Oh well, it’s been quite a lovely evening. Glad we could be on the same page. Now (checks his watch) it’s not too late and I am sure if we head out right now, we could celebrate this understanding we have come to. My father has already arranged a seat for us at one of the most exquisite place in Madrid and because he is paying, you can always expect the best. So what say, we head out from this disgusting place?

McAdams: sounds classy.

It appears that Lannister has struck yet another nerve into Lioncross, yet again. Not a surprise that Lioncross liked it not one bit, for a man who takes a liking to feeling numb. What other explanation would there to be had, for this is a man that likes to convey a reputation that lacks the evidence to support. Lioncross just talked himself up to be the biggest risk-taker in the industry, when what Lannister has seen since sharing the same room with him has been anything but. Only since recently has this aura of Lioncross transformed, which even then, who is to say that is anything more than built-up frustration that Lannister has brought out? Lannister surely etched some psychological damage into the mind of Lioncross by making him tap out at Territorial Invasion. Lannister understands the circumstance, and the need to react in such a difficult way, especially when considering the might of letting all those that depended on you down. But let's be clear, Lioncross is not this age of wisdom to abide by - surely not when his own words turn upon the man spewing them.

You are not fooling anybody, Lioncross - you are the workings of a false prophet whose stage is to work upon that of deaf ears. You cannot seem to understand the magnificence of this moment, or else you wouldn't be trailing off your own words by the manifest of lying to yourself. This is a travesty on your own accord, if Lannister has ever seen one. You can sound out the qualms that you are shedding the light of cowardice, just know that when you do, once more you breed your own misconceptions. This is why you are so fun, Lioncross - you lie to not only those you wish to entertain, but you dare not exclude yourself from those very lies. So while you continue to be the walking contradiction that carries himself on the basis of a briefcase, do come to realize that these laurels simply do not impress Lannister. So feel free, use that to feed your own plastic egocentric self, it means not to matter to Lannister one lasting bit. Go right ahead, Lioncross - feel free to evade the topic at hand, continue your tirade of not needing the approval of others. Lannister thanks you for the plea of "wisdom" - but how pity it is that your coping mechanism has resorted to that of stating the obvious in matters that do not concern Lannister's argument. You might be the master of deceit, but if you think all because you tempted Lannister that it somehow ensures control - then you're more mad than you've led on before.

But if that's the case, Lannister can't help but pat himself on the back, helping this transformation that has taken place. Lannister has brought out a side of you that the land of EAW has never seen before. He's created the very entity that Lioncross presents himself going into Rite of Passage. Creation doesn't equate to control - no, but it is surely more tangible than the fraudulence you've built your argument upon. This is where you can't hide behind your myths and fables. You wish to speak of history, now do you, Lioncross? You wish to tempt Lannister by mocking his intellectual being? Well, it surely takes not a scientist to figure out that the only history that will pertain to matter is your own against Lannister. Why you seek to mention the Heart Break Boy or an industry in which Lannister never stepped foot in is beyond the means of comprehension. Another one of your fables, no doubt - but how once more you provide information that is unnecessary. But that's the whole point of this facade that will unfold at Rite of Passage, isn't it? You are trying to provide a temptation from your own ambitions - trying to fill the void so you can rampage on, confident in your following conquests. But you chose the wrong man to tempt, chose the wrong man to reverse your fortunes. Lannister is showing you a mercy by giving you a second chance, a chance in which you didn't deserve to begin with. But fear not, deserving is not a requirement for Lannister's attention. Like Lannister continues to say, you are just far too fun, and quite the figure to be imprinted on Lannister's example.

Lioncross there is not a single note of worth in what you say, but even worse - a single note of worth in what you've done. So with that in mind, Lannister dares not to blame you for this conquest. You NEED Lannister. You NEED to beat Lannister. Say what you will about this mouth that continues to run - it's gotten your attention, has it not? It's the fire that you ever so needed, as your passion continues to burn so low with all your failures. You've put your chips in the table, and with that, Lannister honors your bravery, for not many a man will take the risk you have. But that's all the further that admiration will cease to exist, because Lannister sees you for what you are. A desperate man playing on the intentions of desperate measures. Don't you dare try to paint it as anything different, because Lannister has seen through your every move and plot to date. You think Rite of Passage will be any different, Lioncross? You may take Lannister as a fool - but do you actually believe it to the core? You have become a man of excuses, point blank. You sit there and tell yourself that the wins and loses don't matter now that you have a shiny briefcase, yet your ember tells a different story. It is written on your face the shame, the momentum in which you like to carry, when it is only defined by that of an excuse. You excuse yourself from all your failures because of one accolade - and that is just simply not going to cater to a winning methodology against the one that screams true. You surely will base these claims off as confidence of Lannister, but the rest of the world sees the logic in these claims, Lannister is sure of it. You aren't a hard man to read, Lioncross, you truly aren't. So Lannister would suggest for you to stop portraying yourself as something you're not. Just think about it - perhaps that's why you're in this entire pit of a downfall to begin with, a leap in which you weren't ready to take. And now, you've upgraded your desperation into that of a leap of faith.

And this leap of faith has led you astray, right into the grasp of Lannister's games. There could not be a more poetic meeting for this encounter, Lioncross, than that of an event entitled "Rite of Passage". Because it shall be Lannister that performs such a ceremony on your behalf, letting the world see that this is where Lioncross is no longer seen as a viable threat to the industry. The death of your aspirations, your stature, even, if you want to even suggest there was one to begin with. You were brave enough to see this facade live out - but how you've put your faith into the wrong purpose.

Because when you come at the King, you best NOT miss. You missed at Territorial Invasion... and how time is a flat circle, destined to repeat itself, Lioncross.

Last time, the king humiliated you. This time, Lannister will put an end to your passion.

Power be dare, Lioncross. The regards have been sent, and you shall surely heed to its will.

(Ahren can be seen stroking the chair he took from the show he was on yesterday)

 

Look at me Matthew, sitting here in this luxurious couch, it wasn’t mine yesterday, but today? Today I am the sole person who watches over it, cherishes it, nourishes it. I wanted this couch Matt, I wanted it so bad, and you see I get what I want Matt, you see this sexy chair??? (Starts rubbing up and down on it) MMM feels so good on my skin yessss. You want it don’t you? It feels like a greek god is stroking my body making me feel all warm and fuzzy. This chair is sex. But now that I have it, I move onto something else that I want, and what I want is to beat you, this week. I have no problems with you Matthew. Sure I think you're a little confused, but I don't dislike you. You're one of the more level headed competitors I've ever been against, probably why you've had this win streak for so long, but that win streak isn't going to last forever. I know this, you're the one that broke my win streak. So now I'll return the favor, it's only right. But how can I do that when I'm not impact, or any other guy that you mentioned? Simple, I'm Ahren Fournier, I don't need to be anyone but that. The trillest of the trill. I'm sure that name doesn't carry that much weight to you seeing that you don't think what I've done is impressive, but you haven't been up against the trill fairy Fournier, the bat Fournier. Well no, I take that back, you do give me credit one of the few that will do that. But even with the little credibility that you give my name, I still feel as though you don’t understand the true capabilities that I possess. Seeing that I haven’t faced the best opponents in the world I can see why you wouldn’t exactly be shivering in your boots. But just know, I've transformed into a being you could never even imagine, don't you worry… No… You should worry, I’m as powerful as superman and Batman combined… I am what you’ve always wanted to be!

You see no, I haven’t beaten the best of the best because I’ve never been given the chance to. Lets look at your career shall we, lets compare. I’m about 3 months into my career, possibly 4, what were you doing at this point? Were you beating the likes of Y2impact, or Carson Ramsay, Kenny Drake? Hell were you even being put in matches against the best of the best? I don't think so. Were you the champion? No, it took time, Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a career. Would I like to be put up against the main eventers, absolutely, and I'd flourish, because I know just how good I am. You think that I didn't take our match seriously last time, I was too cocky, I’ll agree, but if you actually went back and actually listened to what I said, I always said I knew you were going to be the best opponent I had been up against at that point, and I was right. I never took that match for granted, just like I don't take any match for granted because that wouldn't be smart.

Now as for my shoulder? (Hits his "injured" shoulder a few times) Don't you worry I've made quite the recovery already. How you ask? Oh I have my ways. It's a secret method that's been passed down through the Fournier family tree for generations. I suck the blood out of dead fetuses and nourish myself, making me heal easier. Have you ever tasted the blood of a dead fetus? It's powerful stuff, and it really enhances all the powers I've already accumulated. Making you no match for me. Also I've been rehabbing this shoulder like a mad man.. How? (Starts making a masturbation motion with his hand) oh yeah, just been going to town, not because I want to, because I have to. We all know I can go out on any street and get any girl I want to come play with it, I don’t need my hand. But It's the perfect solution to shoulder pain, other than licking my butthole… Step brothers quote.. love it. I’m making it heal, making it strong, bigger and better than it ever was! Ever see the movie rookie of the year? That's what's going on with my shoulder tendons, so tight, my arm will snap so hard right in your face, breaking every face bone you have.

You don't know who you're dealing with Matt. You see I didn't even know you were undefeated for so long, knowing that information, I've got a lot riding on this match, if I win? The skies the limit, that would be impressive. Now I know I'm not at the EAW title opportunity level yet, believe me I know, I'm not so bold to assume that. When I said I deserve an opportunity at a championship, at anything, I was thinking hardcore title? New breed title? Just to get my dick wet you know? I don't think that's too much to ask for, and beating you, I feel puts me in the forefront of the conversation for said titles. But hey maybe beating you will impress everyone so much they do put me in the EAW title picture. Maybe they even replace you with me, but that's just bold Ahren being bold. What do you have to gain from our match Matt? Win or lose you go on and get your championship match.

Why does a match with Ahren Fournier matter to you? After all to you, I'm no Y2impact, I'm just a young rookie trying to make a name for himself that isn't on the same level as you. So really who's the one not taking who seriously? What are you fighting for? To shut me up? To keep the streak going? I don't know, but I think my cause is a bit more motivating than yours. I’ll wait for the answer, but in the meantime, I’m just going to be sucking on some dead baby fetuses, and sniffing some celebrity panties, getting ready for whatever the world wants to throw at me.

 

(Camera fades to black as Ahren takes out a cooler, and a suitcase containing the fetuses and panties)

Sigh...it’s been a while, hasn’t it? You know this feels as if I am one of those legends coming back. I actually am getting the same feeling inside that I had when I returned to the land of the elites the weeks after the Grand Rampage and defeated former Answers World Champion, Liam Catterson. Now technically speaking, we should not even be having this conversation right now. For those of you who are not aware of all the circumstances that led up to this moment, allow me to explain for you all. But you might want to take a seat, perhaps get yourself a snack and a soda, because this is gonna take a bit of time to get out. You see it all naturally starts at Territorial Invasion where I was beaten by the EAW Champion, Aren Mstislav. Now if that were all, I would have nothing more to say, but sadly that’s not how things work out for me. There seems to always be a but in my career. You see Aren delivered a blatant low blow to me during our match, and the referee did not see it. Therefore Aren got away with cheating me out of my world title opportunity. Understandably, I wanted the General Manager, aka Carlos Rosso to do something about this. I made my feelings very clear to him. Now did I go overboard, did I let my mouth get me into trouble, did I say and do things that were uncalled for? I guess some would think so, but me? No way. Everything I said, had meaning and purpose behind it. Just like everything I say and do. There are no wasted movements or actions by me. I have a reason for everything that I do. I kicked Carlos square below the belt for the simple purpose of asking him how HE felt about being low blowed, because I didn’t like it when I was. I showed him the pain and frustration that I felt. But Carlos decides instead of taking care of this situation man to man, like I suggested he do so, he decides to suspend me. Which you’ll come to find out was all for nothing, because inevitably I found my way back onto Voltage and right back into Carlos’ crosshairs. After ruining his “precious little main event” I am going to be punished once more, but this time Carlos is taking the direct approach, which I have been waiting for for quite some time now. I told him right from the jump, It’s either I get my fair one on one rematch with Aren, or I get him in a match. And it looks like one of those is going to come. Because my quest for change in EAW, doesn’t just mean making Nasir Capitani EAW Champion or getting myself to the top and not caring about my brothers, my boys, my people back there in that voltage locker room...scratch that, back there in MY voltage locker room. It means standing up and fighting for what I believe in, which is a fair and equal opportunity for all. 


The way I view it, this week is going to be something quite interesting. It is going to be a test. Not for me, but for Carlos. More specifically for his patience. The reason for that is he does not want to see me succeed. We all know and understand this. He wants me to fail. He wants for all of my fans, my followers, all of you...to forget about me. He wants to sweep me under the rug, unfortunately for him I do have a tendency to be rather...annoying. I’m like that itch you just cannot reach. Or that bug that you keep swatting at, but just won’t buzz off. And I am not going to buzz off until I get what I want and what all of you people deserve. The thing is, I’m going to be a stubborn piece of shit about it, but only because that’s what every other prominent member of this brand seems to be, at least the big three problem children for it. Y2Impact can complain about not getting his fair title match, so I am going to do the exact same. Aren Mstislav can use cheap tactics to get what he wants, so I am going to do the exact same. And Carlos, you want me gone from the brand, you want me removed from Elite Answers Wrestling entirely. My very presence just bothers you, it gets under your skin. Or rather, I do. Good, because you do the same to me every single goddamn time I see you. But don’t worry, because you did make it official, at Shock Value, we’ll find out who has the stronger will between the two of us. But it’s a waste of time on your part, because we all know it’s ME! Carlos, I can hold in my anger and hatred for you until Shock Value on November 19th in Oklahoma City. But this week we’re about to lose two poor saps right here this week in Madrid, Spain. Unfortunately Chris Delion and A-Star are what I have in front of me for this Sunday. The reason I say unfortunately is not for my sake, it is for their. You know, I bet these two guys have plenty of potential. Unfortunately it won’t get to shine, at least not yet. Because they are being used right now. Used as nothing more than Peons, Pawns, Chess Pieces by Carlos Rosso to weaken me, to soften me up for our match. It’s of course no surprise to me that Carlos sees fit to place me in a Handicap match my first night back in the ring since my defeat at the hands of Aren. But I guess I’m gonna have to make an example out of these two poor lads. I’m gonna go loco on these two just because you used them in the hopes of me getting hurt in an unfair matchup. But don’t worry, whenever the odds are stacked against me, that is when I rise to the occasion. I am what you would consider an Underdog here in EAW. Perhaps the biggest one that there is, my biggest competition would be The National Elite Champ himself, The Pizza Boy. But as for Delion and A-Star. Perhaps a few months down the line we can face again, in a proper match. Where emotions and favoritism aren’t in place. Also in an environment where I have claimed my place as the EAW Champion and this company has opened it’s eyes and accepted me for exactly what I am, the new face of the land of the elites, the Man of the Year, the Agent of Change, the Leader of the Future, and most importantly...THE BEST! WRESTLER! ALIVE!

Voltage #2
 
Madrid, Spain, Friday, 2:15 A.M.
 
(The scene opens in the Calle montera section of the city. The area better know as the red light district.  It's here that the camera pans across several ladies of the night (and a few of their johns who couldn't wait or afford to get to a room) until it stops in front of Solomon Caine as he walks down the street.)
 
Street Walker(in Spanish): "Hi daddy, you looking for a good time?  I'm can do it the best."
 
 
(Caine ignores her, and keeps walking.)
 
 
Caine: "For the love of money. For the insatiable, greedy love of money, men and women will allow themselves to be bought and sold like livestock, to the slime of humanity.  And in joining their bodies to filth, they become filth themselves.  They allow themselves to be infected and corrupted by HEATHENS!"
 
(Several people turn their attention to Caine.)
 
Caine: "I ask what good will it do?  What shall you profit when you are consumed by fire?  When will you open your eyes to the truth that if you allow yourself to be poisoned by others, you will share in their punishment.
 
That is why you cannot save them Danny. That is why your wretched family must remain drowning in the manure of their own making.  They we're too weak to save themselves, and though you are strong, you are not strong enough to drag them up from the depths. No, if you continue upon the path you have chosen, you will be dragged down into a hell from which you could never escape.   Danny, My masters have told me about you, how you could be one who may have been chosen to serve them, and thus would have been spared at the time of the glorious reign.  But instead you rejected the in favor of your ancestors who are already cast to their fate.  You cling to them, you cling to THEMMMMM!   AND TURN AWAY FROM THOSE WHO MIGHT SAVE YOU, YOU CHOSE THE DISEASE, YOU COVER YOURSELF IN LEACHES THAT SUCK AWAY THE LIFE OUT OF YOUR VEINS!”
 
Man (off camera, speaking in spanish): “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CRAZY BASTARD!”
 
(Caine stops and takes a deep breath.)
 
Caine: “No man can save any other, that is not the way of the world.  If you will not save yourself while you have the chance, then you will be destroyed.  You will be brought to your knees and sacrificed at the hour of their choosing like those who have come before.  You will scream for mercy as you witness your flesh being torn from your body, you will cry out in shame and remorse as your blood washes over the streets like a tidal wave upon the shore.  You will beg for solace as you see your bbbboooooddddyyyyyyy, turn to ash before your very eyes.  IN an everlasting instant, you will come to know more pain, and sorrow, and fear, and regret then you have ever known before.  And in that same moment, which will feel like an eternity to you, you will know that it was all YOUR OWN FAULT!  EVERYTHING THAT IS COMING TO YOU, YOU HAVE BROUGHT IT UPON YOURSELF!  They are coming, they are bringing that which will cleanse this earth of the scum and Villainy like you!  And once thaqt flood of fire has erased the stain of you, your family, your pathetic partner, and all the rest of those who commit foul atrocities before their sight, the glorious reign shall rule forever.  FOREVER!  FOREVER! FFFFOOOORRRREEEEVVVVEEERRRR!!!”
 
(A man (early 30s, athletic build, slightly shorter than Caine) steps into the frame.)
 
Man (Speaking spanish): “I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP MOTHERFUCKER.  NOW IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!”
 
(The man grabs Caine by the arm and turns him around.  The man nails Caine with a shot to the face, but Caine rushes back at him and hits him with a flurry of right hands.  Caine lands a kick to the belly that doubles the man over, setting him up for a mat slam that bounces the back of the john’s head right off the cement.  Several of the hookers high tail it out of there, while Caine hovers over the man.)
 
Caine: “You, ALL OF YOU, will burn.  They have told me, and it must be so.”
 
(The man slowly starts to get up, but just as he makes it to all fours, Caine BLASTS him with a running punt kick to the skull that leaves him laid out cold.  Caine stares out just past the camera, just as the distant sounds of sirens can be heard in the background.  He nods his head yes and walks away out of the frame, and the screen fades to black.)
 

The End.

You people nowadays will literally say anything and I mean ANYTHING to try to take my credibility away.  Why must you all be so bitter why must you all be so dumb.  I haven’t done anything as champion Nick?  So you tell me what you’ve done as champion…  Oh wait I guess you can’t answer that can you?  Okay so let me ask you something you could answer.  What since I’ve won the title have you done to be relevant? What have you been that’s so good and groundbreaking since I’ve been champion?  Damn, I don’t even think you can answer that Nick.  Nick I’ve done more these past 2 months or so as champion then you’ve done in 2016 alone.   Would people remember my title reign?  Of course they would they’d remember me as the champion who was willing to put his title on the line whenever and wherever.  They’ll remember me as the champion who backed down from no challenge.  Please don’t ask questions you already know the answer too I mean hell even you’ll remember it.  Since beating me when I have the championship is the most noteworthy thing you’ve done since Pain for Pride.   I also don’t understand how you can make fun of how long a title reign lasted because whether it lasted a month a day or even just 5 minutes it’s longer then you’ve ever held a belt.  It’s longer then you’ve ever meant something to this company.  Nick I was relevant without the title so I honestly don’t get what you are trying to say.  Also I take this match for “Granted” because there isn’t a doubt in my mind that I can’t win this and retain my championship.   This might seem like I’m just talking out of my ass like the rest of you but trust me when I say this I mean this… None of you are really formidable opponents to me and I know that’s crazy considering you beat me.   However like I’ve said a thousand times when it comes down to it you can’t get it done.   So go ahead you soak yourself in victory over cheap win over me soak it all in while you can because Saturday I bring you back to reality Nick.   I make you remember who you are.  I make you remember that you are no big name Elitist in EAW I make you remember you never will be or never was on the same level as the New Breed Champion Chris Elite.  All this mocking you are doing when it comes to me is just digging you are deeper grave come Saturday.   Nick I took the pin fall from you already I let you get that shine on Showdown.  At Rite of Passage though I’m not going to let it happen again.  After the match is over I’ll hang up my boots… Just so I can put on some sneakers and enjoy the rest of the event knowing I am still New Breed Champion. 
 
I’m not a perfect Elitist not yet anyways.  But trust me I’m a lot closer to be one then you are.  Rex I have evolved and just because you weren’t here to see the evolution doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened.  Just ask some of the older guys in the back hell ask Nick Angel as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he knows I’ve evolved.   I mean just in a year since returning I’ve evolved into something no one thought I would.  I’ve evolved into not only a champion I’ve evolved into an Elitist other Elitist wish they can be.   I was once an Elitist with absolutely no targets on my back and being on nobodies’ radar to having MULTIPLE targets on my back to being on EVERYONE’S radar.   I always push myself to be better  than I was yesterday when I’m not speaking on you fools I’m in the gym training I’m in the gym putting in work, working on new things.   So don’t try to disrespect me and try to tell me otherwise.  I also don’t get why you think this is the only title I want.  I keep on telling you after I lose this title (Not this week) I will move onto bigger and better things.  Whether it’s the National Elite championship or the AWC.   Rex just because I don’t have the same respect for you I once had it doesn’t mean I don’t think you are talented.  You are talented and you can take this how you want I still don’t feel a threat to my championship.  Can you change my opinion during the match? Sure you can right now though I feel no threat, I see no threats and I hear no threats.   What you guys are throwing at me right now are not threats.  They are not promises they are just words flowing out of your body that you don’t mean.  You are just trying to get a reaction out of me.  Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t.  What I say though I mean 100 percent I can careless about getting a reaction out of you.   Just know when I say something I mean it.  Not a single doubt in my mind that says after November 5^th I won’t be holding this championship still.   I’m prepared to be a former New Breed Champion not after this week though of course with that being said though Rex are you prepared to remain a challenger for this championship?  I hope so because you’re going have to get used to it.   
 

After this no more talking whoever wants to wait last minute to get the last word in the be it.  You probably need whatever little bit of momentum that gives you more than I do.   I just want you guys to understand I’ve dealt with failure my whole career.  I’ve dealt with being unsuccessful most of my career wrestling you know that. When I was going through this everyone couldn’t wait for me to finally see me succeed and see my hard-work pay off and when it finally does.  What do you do? You hate, you fools disrespect me and put me down.  When in reality you should cheer me on because I should be what you guys want to be.  I should be that motivation I understand though it’s all hate.  You guys never want to see anyone succeed but yourselves.  That’s fine with me just know when someone does take this championship away from me I unlike others will move onto better things.  I want more success I want more gold around my waist I want the #AndStill hashtag to trend when I win another championship and retain that championship.  Whoever takes this New Breed from me I know for a fact it won’t be any of you, not Saturday anyway.  I know I said I’ll have this title forever but what I meant to say is I’ll hold this title until beating the same old guys again and again.  I’ll hold this title until I am tired of ruling this division and then maybe one of you will win this championship IF I don’t kill the last bit of relevancy some guys you have left have this week.  No cool punch line or anything slick to end this just know you are looking at the New Breed Championship and the day after tomorrow when I get back on camera to speak about what happened at Rite of Passage I’ll still be New Breed Champion.

Citius,

Altius,

Fortius,

Tiberius!

Everyone wants to eliminate this vibe so mysterious! A hot kid on the move, they just know they got to kill that groove. This is dead man’s town, here they only want to see people who in life already gave up the ghost. Sourpuss champions, disillusioned victims, and I’m the one they fear the most. Just listen to how they try to sweep me under the rug like dirt before the broom. All this doom and gloom, and for whom? Just the one rose in this barren wasteland that can bloom.

Let’s face it, Pizza Boy and Ares Vendetta are lost causes, they just don’t have what it takes to change the fabric of this company. Once I’m champion, it’ll be like the end of a tiresome ten-hour car ride where someone finally changes the station! Look at what we’re dealing with on top of the world, some guy who thinks he’s a punisher on Dynasty, a lunatic who paints himself like a demon on Voltage, and here on Showdown we’ve got the biggest edge lord of all who acts like he’s some great dark philosopher of violence because one of his brain-dead parents named him after the god of war. EAW is in a desperate need for at least one place where the world champion is playing a different tune, someone who takes the shine of the World Championship and shines with it. No more depression, no more of this setting that says we live in forever darkness! Here is a double-entendre to remember, as long as this limelight bringing brother is around, no matter how much Pizza Boy and Ares try, Showdown will never be a sundown town!

I’ll turn this Gotham into a Metropolis!

On my Showdown as champ, they’ll be a Lois’ waiting for me at every lane, the boys in the back hating on me today will be thanking me when dimes across the nation will be trickling into Showdown seats to see me perform and have the rest of them thinking they just might get lucky if a cross eyed girl accidently has her gaze find them when trying to look at me. On my Showdown, we’ll yearn for more, we’ll make the World Championship the centerpiece of the brand, instead of a trinket upon a daddy obsessed madman who barely pays it it’s proper mind. And people will be in their place, doing what they were meant to do. Pizza Boy will be holding towels and waiting to help serve people who need to wash their hands in washrooms, and Ares can find himself a suitable bouncer job mean mugging the people who don’t deserve to wrestle on my brand in the first place. A brand where no event is ever the same, where the essence of Ares Vendetta and Pizza Boy fade away without a trace!

Pizza Boy, you can talk of all the hell I’ve put you through, but you gotta admit, hell’s a lot more of a ruckus place than heaven’s haven. In that safe comfort zone you were in before Drake & Jones, you were sideshow act, after we took the time to have our little fun with you everyone started feeling sorry for the Pizza Boy and you formed the man who you are today, even if that man is just a smoke and mirror display. What I’m saying is, bitch I made you famous! Should a fire forged blade truly be that enraged with the flames? And what is the point of it all, a blade cannot scar the flames, just as a creation cannot truly harm its creator. Craven as you were, from fortune you would never have found favour. For she favours the bold, as you must know by now, to get ahead you’ve got to push the envelope. That’s why I’m always doing the most dangerous activities, pushing the wrong buttons, and that’s just too bad if in the process it happens that I end up snuffing out your hope.

Even the practicing of your rituals will soon be losing hope, Ares. For as you said, your rhetoric is spoken to serve no purpose, to change no minds. As if your god complex has rotten your brain, you entertain yourself with meaningless rituals like once thought enjoyed by o the volcano and sun gods who had people dance for them, but unlike those gods you take to the ground to play in the silly performance to give tribute to yourself! And while I can appreciate a good tango, and confidence, I cannot tolerate when there is no joy in it, a dance with no passion and only mechanical steps is far too impersonal and cold to be taken with open arms! The most disgusting thing about how you go about this ritual is going through your tiresome playbook of tricks as if you are pandering to the same audience every time. You do so because you’re not truly pandering to anyone but yourself, you like hearing the sound of your own voice. A boy who had so little attention from his father, has to give himself that attention with his own mouth. But so be it, be blind treating me just like everyone else, keep your nose in that playbook of yours and doing your automatic tasks like the machine you are. One of these days, a day very soon, you shall make your robotic play, and I shall predict it! And by the time you know what happened, you’ll look at me with the Answers World Championship, flaunted. And from that moment onwards, you will walk these halls constantly thinking of the one man who robbed you in broad daylight, by him forever haunted.  

Ethereous,

Tiberius.

It would seem that you still underrate the amount of spirit that I intend to bring into this match. It goes without saying that this match is unlike any other that I have ever been in because not only am I going for a championship as prestigious as the Hall of Fame title for the first time but I will be participating in an extreme match against Methuselah himself. Whether knowingly or not, it is a fascination for the people on this roster to be facing off against you and I am no different. However unlike those who wish to fight you for a participatory award in merit, I fully intend to take you head on with the aim of finishing you. Indeed, the consequent of facing a man who sees himself as a deity above the world itself is extremely perilous but if I were to be handed this championship then there would be no amusement in holding it at all. You shine as a bright hypocrite in claiming to demerit vows considering how much time you try ensuring other people of what holy thing you are going to deliver once you enter the ring but I suppose as a fellow ego artist, that is something I can admire about you, it is the very absurdity that drives you made the persona that you are today. However as a fellow elitist who is going to face off against you in the ring this weekend, it is nothing more than sheer smoke and mirrors that I intend to dissolve to once and for all. There are many disparate creations constructed in many different ways that can be hard to break down but as an avid engineer, I can assure you that at the end of the day, you will always find the route to decode someone. You more than the others will be harder to break down but deep down behind all that maliciousness, there is even something that you cherish that I will intend on pummeling till the blood is too much to soak up anymore. And I am almost certain that one thing that you harbor even more than your faith itself is your pride in longevity. I know that very well because I too am a victim of such a pride.

After a while, this pride of longevity consumes you because it becomes about how long you can sustain yourself in this company and keep going to make an even more amazing resume out of your career. And the key to longevity and in a sense immortality is to know how to reconstruct and revamp yourself. Whilst you have been able to keep up thus far, albeit in much adversity, I am going to be the wind that knocks you over the cliff once and for all. The work in the ring does not come so easy to you anymore because you are so reliant on what you once knew that you forget that those who you face in the ring now are complete different athlete freaks who function on a different planet altogether. That is not to say that I am on their absurd level either but I can keep up because I know how to transform myself for the better good whilst you are far too ignorant and contemptuous to do so. And this alert may not come so easy to you as the very beneficiary of being yourself comes from how long you have been here and how much you have dedicated to this company but at the end of the line, you know this truth as well as I do. It is not blind words that I am preaching here. I myself know very well how much meaningless claims can become bothersome after a while when they have no chutzpah to back them up and you have lose that urgency recently facing fake claims like Scott Oasis but everything I have always done has been off key, off momentum of what is expected because I always create a rift. If that means I have to end your very life to get to that result then I will do exactly that. If you believe for one second that the wrath of the emir that conquered this company within a span of few months no longer exists than you are making a very big blunder. This nicety is a farce that once unveiled produces a man that looks for your biggest weakness and ends it out of nowhere. 

As long as we are honest with each other in this process, I could care less about what personal attacks you take at me at this point Methuselah. It is not so much that I am heartless but rather that I have already scrapped from the bottom and when you are able to climb out of that hell pit then nothing really fazes at you some point. That aside, your sign of seemingly being unconcerned screams pleasure and thus arrogance to me. I have not been able to get you out of your comfort zone yet because you still refuse to believe of the meteor that is heading your way, in your naivety, you only believe something when you experience it first hand. The swerve hint of disdain in your words enrages me but also thrills me further for I know that the pleasure I will receive in every hit back I get will be worth all the wait. The world of immortals has a new entree and I intend to leave no less than a spectacular impression on my future opponents, keep the lot of them wary of challenging me ever. What you plundered from me in the past is just that, the past and I have no intention of getting retribution for something that can can happen any day. After all, it was through the exacted revenge of one Ares Vendetta that you were able to walk out of there with the world championship anyway. I know that had it been otherwise that I would have certainly walked out of there world champion. It is not something that I hold over you, after all, you are the one who ended up turning the title over. I will however work to redeem myself by clearing this opportunity presented to me and get you to acknowledge just how far behind you are at this point, Methuselah.

Transformation will always be the key to getting ahead in this company..
.. and this time, I will be the one to break your immortality and bring you down back to earth.
What the Hall of Fame really needs is the fresh blue prince's blood to keep its legacy strong..
.. And I am more than ready to take up the throne for good.

Oh Philly Kid, it always makes me laugh when I hear you running your mouth like you’re somebody. You’ve had next to no success in EAW, yet you’re guaranteeing your “fans” a victory over me? That Bible to the head must’ve really fucked you up, buddy. You sure you don’t have a concussion? I’d tell you to see a doctor, but if you did, he’d probably clock you right in the jaw! And then his hand would rebound off your copious chin fat and fly right back in his own face! I swear, you could shoot a damn bullet at Philly Kid’s stomach and it wouldn’t affect him. It’d just bounce off his rolls and fly right back at you. How many years of self-abuse and neglect does it take to end up a sad sack like The Philly Kid? Dude’s only 21! It’s unbelievable. I know octogenarians who are in better shape than this lardass! I don’t know if you go in for an annual physical, but if you did I’d imagine it goes something like this:

“Dave Kenzo. You are morbidly obese. Your cholesterol levels are sky high. Your blood pressure is 180/120. Why aren’t you taking your medication? Your blood test also came back positive for diabetes. We’re gonna have to put you on some insulin. Please, I am begging you. Please lose some weight, make some lifestyle changes. It’ll only prolong your life!”

And you then respond to that good, hardworking doctor, who went through years and years of brain-twisting schooling and thousands of dollars in debt to get where he is. And you know what you say? “FAT LIVES MATTER DUDE! STOP HATING!”. Give me a break. Your rolls are gonna get stuck in between the ropes one of these days. Now that’ll be a sight to see. It may even happen tomorrow at Rite of Passage. My daughter told me something the other day that really made me laugh, and that ain’t an easy feat. So I’d like to let you in on it. She said “Philly Kid looks like a balloon! Soft and Puffy!”. Couldn’t have said it better myself. But I’ll try. You look like the inbred child of George Costanza and Rosie O’Donnell! You look like your idea of exercise is walking to McDonald’s cause your car got repossessed! You’re making all this money here in EAW, yet you still carry yourself like a Philadelphia bum. You wrestle in street clothes, cause you don’t wanna show off your doughy physique. You dress like a damn hobo, in Dorito-stained 76ers jerseys. By the way, the Sixers suck! Not even Allen Iverson could lead you Philadelphia boys to ONE CHAMPIONSHIP RING. The Phillies suck too. So do the Eagles. Man it must be terrible being a Philadelphia sports fan. And who do Philadelphians, Phils, Phillies, whatever you call you morons who live in this shithole… who do they have to cheer in EAW? Another loser in you, The Philly Kid. It’s just a city of losers.

I come from a land of winners. Rite of Passage, we are in my home state of Texas. Now I may get some downright hostile reactions when I’m in a place like God-awful Arizona. But in Texas, I am the fan favorite, because winners recognize winners. My entire family will be in the audience -- my kids, my wife, my parents, my grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, in-laws, the whole enchilada. Enchilada… well at least there’s one good thing that came out of Mexico. Damn near my entire high school graduating class will be there cheering me on. We’re coming up on our 15th reunion, and it’s safe to say that I was the shining star of that class. The crown jewel. I came from nothing, and I made it here, and I will not stop until I am the shining star of EAW. Philly Kid, I will eviscerate you like Trump will Hillary. God bless America!

PB lays on the floor of Bo and Tye's Pizzeria.  The chairs are up on the table for the night, and the lights give off a dim, warm, comforting glow as PB looks up at the ceiling fan above him and follows the blades with his eyes.

You speak in circles Ares.  You say nothing can shake your conviction, no words from me or Tiberius could ever convince you that you're just a deluded champion whose been too high on the mountain for too long to realize that he's nothing more than another hard nosed kid with a dream and a credo.   My faith's unflappable.  It's stood against the likes of you before and came out of the inferno covered in ash and ember, but still intact.  Likewise, Tiberius Jones has heard me literally drill my words into his head as I've pounded down on his skull with anything not nailed down within reach.  

  Let's just face the facts: we're three stubborn men of different beliefs, different life motto's, and different lifestyles who refuse to change for anyone or anything.  You talk of evolution even though you yourself can't seem to move on from the demons of your past Ares.  You're not doing this for you, which is the saddest thing about all of this.  All the blood you've shed, all the careers you've put on hiatus, all of the hobbling is all in sacrifice to something greater than yourself.  Namely, your father.  You do it to impress him.  You do it to show him that you can do better.  What's all the more depressing is that you could if you didn't fall into the same old Vendetta habits of war.  All that title has made you is something vicious and brutal, something born of your bloodline, something wicked and impure.  You're a hypocrite, plain and simple.  You want us to change and bend to your will while clinging to  a family mantra of violence that you claim to resent.  You want us to believe in you, and yet you act as if you have something to prove against us.  You're still just that lost little Vendetta kid wandering around the locker room, following daddy's footsteps, and blushing in the presence of the big bad wrestlers that you're afraid of.

  As for Tiberius Jones, I doubt his even more puzzling commitment to apathy will ever change.  That's fine.  You've called for him to be a bigger challenge so you can flex your skills against someone who doesn't even have to try and be a good wrestler, but only because if he did try he'd be a great one.  He's like a sleeping dragon that only blows smoke up your ass.  He'll never wake up, but he's still a threat.  

Pizza Boy smirks and sits up on his elbows and gives the camera a snarky smirk.

   And for the record Jonesy, I can take a joke.  If I couldn't, I wouldn't have a victory over you, now would I? 

PB grabs his knees and pulls himself all the way upright.  He stares confidently into the camera as he begins to cross his legs.

   Now that's funny.  That's delivery.  That's how you laugh at someone else's expense. I mean, I know you can't  take it and only know how to give it, but beg my pardon if I try and knock you off of your pedestal...or should I say ladder? Eh? Eh? Get it? I threw you off a ladder you walking punchline.  If I get the chance, I'll throw you off of something else in this match, because the only thing you've ever done that's made me even remotely crack a smile is make that face, you know the one, the one you made as you realized you were about to eat soup through a straw for a week?

PB bugs out his eyes and opens his mouth wide in horror.  He breaks into a cackle and nearly falls backward onto the floor again.

  I can't do it, but when you do it? It could sell out a Chuckle Hut.  See? I do laugh at you Tiberius.  I laugh at how pathetic you are, how wasted your potential is, and how lucky you are that I haven't tried to end more than your career already.  But see, that's too easy.  That's too merciful for a guy like you.  I'd rather make tiny little cracks.  In your bones, in your flesh, in your psyche, until finally the dam bursts years down the road.  Just tiny little dents, cuts, breaks all up and down your body.  Do you know why?  A few weeks ago at a fan conclave some cute little whipper snapper in a Cubs hat asked me 'why aren't you funny anymore Pizza Boy?'  At first I was taken aback by the question.  I mean, I used to be a fun-loving goof of an individual who'd trip over his own feet trying to clear the bottom rope, but I never considered myself funny ha ha.  Then I remembered standing in a ring and getting jumped from behind by three thugs over the title that still belongs in my possession.  I remember every dirty rotten little thing they ever did to me, every cheap shot, every concussion, every threat on the lives of my friends, and I remembered that I used to be a pretty lovable little scamp before all of that.  I was Tony's goof protege who could hit a bulldog out of a leg scissors and little else.  I also remember you in particular asking me to be that guy again, Tiberius.  You wanted the Sinatra music, the sponsored elaborate entrances, and the green little pipsqueak who wouldn't even dare to bark at his own shadow.  The really funny thing is that I couldn't be that again even if I wanted to.  I know to much, I've been through hell, and in part, that's because of you Tiberius.  

  I've also gotten steadily better in the ring, more confident in myself, and harder to cut down with school yard quips.  So I guess I should thank you for that too Tiberius.  Ares is right.  I'm numb.  Numb to indignity, numb to pain, numb to caring whether or not you walk away from our matches anymore.  You've gotten on every little nerve within my nervous system and jumped on them until they've snapped.  Now I just don't feel whatever Tiberius Jones has to offer, and Tiberius Jones is too afraid to leave his comfort zone to become anything more than he is, so all that's left for you is the crying.  

Pizza Boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his trusty pizza slicer.  He spins it's blade with disinterest, before tossing it over his shoulder in dismissal.

  I don't even need that to do my dirty work anymore.  But if you're in the mood to make me laugh, if you really want to make the ol' friendly neighborhood PB crack a smile and let out a giddy guffaw, go ahead and show up to Rite of Passage with a smell of alcohol on your breath and that same old DILLIGAF? 'tude.  Then we can laugh at how short a time it takes for Ares and I to take you out of the equation.

Pizza Boy looks around the restaurant with a wide, self-aware, scan of the room as he inspects with a bit of distraught the place he spent most of his youth toiling away at work.

  We are not men of change, and that's probably going to be a problem with whoever moves forward as the face of this company...but heeeey, we are men of action, no?  Hnh...I wonder...

Pizza Boy gets to his feet and starts scanning the room at a frantic pace.  His eyes light up as they land on what he's looking for.  He scrapes at the bottom of a chair with his fingernail and pulls off a hard, gray, raisin looking lump.  He smirks as he holds it up to the camera.

   That's gum.  From my first day of work.  Man.  Maybe some change would do us good...

PB pops the gum in his mouth as the camera starts to fade, drawing a raucous wave of 'ewwwww' from behind the camera.

Showdown Supershow 
Rite Of Passage # 3

So when do you know when you have the upper hand, and a firm grasp on things? Is it when your opponents show you most of, if not all, the flaws that they possess? Is it when your opponents struggle to find purpose for why they fight? Is it when your opponents in all of their thought to be impunity can't seem to muster up a valid and indisputable argument against you? Or, is it simply a little bit of all that and perhaps more? You see, this right HERE is what you call putting the pressure on. The time draws near to battle, the battle lines have clearly been drawn, it’s puzzling to find such a lack of drive being exhibited here. It’s time though to change all that. You know, I find it rather amusing how almost everyone in this scramble match doesn’t have any real claim to the title that Chris Elite holds dear to him, and yet they will imprudently argue that they do have a claim on the title. Then again, that’s how it is with just about anything in life if you stopped and thought about it. A couple of days ago, Nick Angel, spoke rather passionately, but made it clear he has no desire to go after the New Breed Title. He’s out for redemption. He’s out to show that what he represents is pure all out hard work and sheer will to win by any means necessary, and I get it. He now states the title will give him a sense of purpose if he wins it. I'll get to that in a moment. Nobi, he believes I don't deserve to be here, but what right does he have to determine that? What did he do necessarily to earn his position? Oh, yeah, right. Nobi, just like Angel, just Chris Elite and myself competed in the scramble series. We all have staked our claim in the wrestling ring, yes, but the arguments they have don't seem to justify the claims they make in the ring. Ryan Savage wants to destroy the division, which in itself is not realistic considering he has no legitimate claim to the title. It would be quite the travesty to not only the New Breed championship, but a blatant slap in the face to those who work their asses off every week to earn their opportunities if one of the replacements, who have no real claims to speak of, win the belt at Rite of Passage.

First off, Terry, you're kind of reaching a bit to try and find a legitimate argument against me. Xavier got brutally attacked and taken out of action when his own partner in TMDK, Jamie O’hara, betrayed him. Nobody like Xavier just suddenly falls off the face of the wrestling map. Secondly, what exactly have you taken from your two months in Omerta? It sure wasn't how to wrestle better, because you did that on your own, didn't you? It wasn't how to talk on the mic and step up to the plate like you have this week, was it? Zack Crash recruited Terry Chambers, and that's it. Crash needed more muscle, another body to fill the void of JJ Silva for War Games. Crash desperately needed bodies to combat Matt Ryder and his group for War Games. Xavier Williams showed ME how to be confident and how to face my battles head on whether it was against one man or many. It just so happens that this Saturday I will be facing five of you guys. Five of you like myself will be vying for one title for different reasons. You want the New Breed championship, Terry? Prove me wrong then, Terry. Win the New Breed championship, and I won't have no choice but to believe Crash had a positive impact on your career. If you win, Terry, I won't be able to disrespect you anymore. Just fact, Terry. Just fact.

For a moment back in January before King of Elite, Ryan, I thought to myself, here is someone who might actually be able to topple the mighty Mr DEDEDE. However, we all know how that played out. Since that time though, Ryan, you have been showing us what happens to a man when he is broken. That IS what you are. When DEDEDE destroyed you in that TLC match he broke you Ryan in more ways than one. You being in this scramble series and match just goes to show how far you've fallen. You, Ryan Savage, someone who use to be notorious for taking titles away, and on any given night, cable of defeating anyone. It will be interesting to find out what you got to offer this weekend. We’ll see if your so-called new found lease on life is enough to carry you over the top.

Wow. That's it. Just wow. It's amazing, Chris. You said so little in so many words. Nice two-step by the way around almost every fact I brought to light that only further shows that not only was I right about each and every last fact I pointed out the last time, but also how far you still have to go to be considered a legitimate champion. To this day, Chris, you've yet to show anyone you can perform under the bright lights in a packed house on a SuperShow or an FPV with that title on the line. So believe it or not this is for all intents and purposes your first legitimate title defense. *Chuckles a bit* You know, Chris, you obviously missed what I meant about you being your own biggest critic and took it as an insult when it was meant to be pure truth, because you know, Chris, if we didn’t look for something that we could’ve done better, if we didn’t critique our own performances then we simply become too satisfied. We began to rest on our laurels, we start to take things for granted, expecting that the competition will never get better and before we know it, what we had that was once considered an advantage is then lost. We need to push ourselves. We need to critique our own performances all the time if we want to become better, if we want to evolve, Chris. Evolving is a big part of life, but then again you took it as insult, so maybe you don’t push yourself to be better than you were yesterday tomorrow. Maybe you have become too satisfied. Perhaps you see yourself as the perfect wrestler. I mean, it’s clear you have become blinded by a small inkling of success that you’ve had. It’s made you actually believe you are many levels up on your competition when the truth is right now you are proving you may be below at least 40% of the competition going into this scramble match. I know that’s hard for you to swallow. Hell, you probably can’t even figure the math right, but when November 5th comes and passes and you aren’t the New Breed Champion any longer, Chris, things will become clear as crystal. Can you sense it, Chris? Can you sense it all slipping away? Can see that flimsy armor of yours melting way? It should remind you of a dam about to burst, actually. Once the dam breaks the floodgates open, and there isn’t anything you can do to prevent the inevitable. Your responses are weak champ. Your defenses have become more penetrable than some cheap whore that opens their legs for free, which is all due to your arrogance, Chris. Nobody denies that you are talented. I’ve mentioned how talented you are, and that isn’t hard to recognize or dispute, but you make it seem as though you live on a whole different stratosphere in the talent department. You’ll find out how wrong you are at Rite of Passage. Like I said already, Chris, I encourage it in fact, and that’s to look back and reflect in your final days as the current New Breed Champion, and prepare for your future ahead as a former.

Anything can happen in one inning, Nick, not to mention three straight outs on either side. This thing is guaranteed to go past one inning I can assure you of that. With me last, and you entering at random there is really no telling how much merit should be given to your analogy, Nick. You are smart to not let your emotions over our previous square off in the ring to be driving force, because ultimately it would be your undoing. However, even as much as you would love for all the carefully thought out plans and preparations in your mind to play out right as you see fit, the idea that things can easily be halted here or there? That’s all it takes. If one thing goes wrong then everything goes awry and suddenly it breaks down to a war of attrition, just like you said, who wants it more. That’s when overtime comes into play, which you seem to dismiss. You see, if you can agree that anything and everything can happen, and this will indeed be a battle of wits, will, desire, and pride? Then you have consider that overtime is also a strong possibility. I can appreciate the experience from the many battles you’ve had to date, but if you are not accepting all the possibilities such as a potential sudden death, then you ultimately set yourself up for a long moment of melancholy alone with your thoughts. You’ll be angry because you dismissed the possibility. You’ll lash out, blame the establishment and say they still have this vendetta against you, just like you always do, Nick. It’s a very sad state of mind to you take yourself to when you fail over and over. Maybe for once when you lose this time you should just accept the result, not blame the establishment, and simply vow to come back stronger next time. I know that you being here for five years you’ve probably already explored that avenue before, but perhaps it’s time to get back to that way of thinking. Like I said before, winning cash in the vault or the National Elite Championship would've been great, but maybe me not winning was what was best all those times. It doesn’t take holding a shiny trinket around your waist or over your shoulder to feel a sense of purpose, Nick. You have purpose. Your problem is you’re too self-centered. You can’t drop the ego for very long. You don’t look at the big picture very much, do you, Nick? Here, let me lay it out for you like this. Let me explain to you the difference between Rex McAllister and Nick Angel. You’re a native of Dallas, right? Then you must be a Cowboys fan, yes? Well, consider this, Nick. Consider their current situation at Quarterback. The team is currently being led by a rookie with loads of talent and potential to go places. Well, remember when that same rookie lost his first official game in the pros? Well, guess what? Seven weeks later that same rookie has just as much confidence as he did after that first loss, Nick. His confidence never wavered. He has not been deterred. He may lose on any given Sunday, maybe even lose a couple in a row, but he won’t really lose, now will he, Nick? No, he won’t, and he’ll prove that when he shows up the very next week prepared, and ready to put that loss behind him. He may think back for a second and say to himself that had he done this or that differently he may have led the team to victory that first week, but he hasn’t dwelled on it. He used that game to motivate him to come back bigger, better, and with a stronger resolve and in the process he’s constantly evolving, learning what it takes to get the job done. The point though, Nick, just in case you missed it is that he sees the big picture, all the possibilities that give him purpose to keep coming back the next week whether he wins or he loses. He sees his purpose, he recognizes what he needs to do to get better and he keeps working at it. You, Nick? You're like a lot of starting quarterbacks that haven't quite found their niche. You know and understand what it takes, but when you get to those clutch moments that make the greats who they are, you self-destruct. You find a way to give it all away. Nick, you keep thinking the establishment is against you, and conspires to keep you from reaching your full potential, but it's not. Plus the old guard has come and gone in your five years,  and the new guard has established themselves while you continue wondering what gives. Dare I say the same is about to happen at Rite of Passage as someone other than Nick Angel is announced as the next New Breed Champion. Maybe you’ll take what I said to heart, maybe you won't, but rest assured I will be their in the clutch, and I hope in the end that YOU can come to terms with that!

The New Breed Scramble Series wasn’t always good to this Elitist from the get-go, but then again nothing ever goes quite as planned, right? The last thing anyone, who has made it this far, may want is to fail, but unfortunately five other competitors will do just that at Rite of Passage. While one emerges from the battle the victor, five others will be left to lament and ponder what could have been. While one gets to immerse themselves in the euphoria of triumph, five others are forced to accept defeat and look on with utter dejection enveloped all over their once smug faces. It’s simply the reality of the situation. When the dust has settled though, when and if I emerge from all this the champion or not I will walk into Showdown the very next week completely satisfied and at peace with the result knowing that I walked into the Alamo City and laid everything on the line just like I always do. I will just continue to work just as hard going forward as I always have. You book me on the card the following episode of Showdown and I promise you will get my absolute best and I will give my opponent that week just as much hell as you’ve all come to be accustomed to with me. Rite of Passage will be put behind me in the rear view mirror. I will come back like I always do, bigger, better, and stronger. However, if I win? I guarantee every last one of you that you will never view Rex McAllister same way EVER…AGAIN!

No, no, no- I've been talking to God and I'm figuring things out that I couldn't figure out myself. I'm seeing things that I couldn't see before. God has talked to me and though I hate keeping things to myself, he has told me to keep things to myself because you, Nico, have to find out yourself. You have to find out what happens to you for your sins. You've gotten yourself in a situation that you're not getting out of without spilling blood and without pouring sweat. We're getting in the ring with each other and I thought that'd be enough, I thought that'd be how far you'd be willing to go but I- I have to say that I thought you'd try to run away, I thought you wouldn't like to be in a First Blood match with me but I'm glad that I'm getting in the ring with the Nico Borg that I've been thinking about getting in the ring with, the Nico Borg that I attacked a couple of months ago. No one thought you had the balls to get in the ring with me or had the balls to actually spill a little blood but you're talking about what you'd do to me. You're talking about what my blood looks like. You're talking about how grueling and exhausting the match could be. Some seem to think that you're a basket case, that you're like me. Some seem to think that you stepping in the ring with me is a tragedy waiting to happen and I'm certain there's some that think you made your bed and tomorrow night, you lay in it. You changed though, Nico. You sprouted your wings like the angel you are, right? Your balls dropped and your wings are wide open but what you have to get through your head is that when the bell rings and I get my hands on you? I'm taking a steel chair and hitting you in the head with it. I'm taking whatever I find and hitting you in the back with it. I'm taking out my frustrations on you and tomorrow night? I rip your wings off and watch you cry. Sobbing like the pussy you are. You might've drawn first blood with me last week but tomorrow night? I draw first blood --- I make amends with God with your blood on my hands.

No attacks, no cheap shots backstage... I'm getting in the ring with you and I'm putting an end to you. Because you're nothing like those I've been in the ring with before, shared the ring with... you're nothing like them and therefore, I can't resist rendering you useless. The mere fact that you're here, is a little offensive to me and the business I've been apart of for my whole life and we know what happens to those who offend me. You sat there, with a straight face, and practically offended me with the things you said. He tasks me, he tasks me... and I must have him.

You're not making it out unscathed, with no scars or with no broken body parts. The option of walking out of Rite of Passage won't be there. Not for you, Nico. There's no stopping me like there has been for the past couple of months because I could've ended you then and there. That jaw of yours is going to be shattered, your face torn up and limbs are going to be snapped in half. This isn't about you hurting others or you drawing first blood with me. This? Is to SPITE. This is out of spitefulness for the times you tried to hurt me and tried to get rid of me; for the times you tried to stop me from getting back at you for the propaganda. Tomorrow night, I'm getting back at you for that and I'm getting back at you for the things you said by draining the blood from your body and enjoying the sound it makes when it hits the mat. That might be a little harsh but I couldn't care less if I'm a little harsh or not. It's not harsh; it's what he rightfully gets. He's earned what he's getting and I'm not having second thoughts about what I said I'd do to him, I'm not having second thoughts about making the match a First Blood match and I'm not having second thoughts about busting him open because he has busted me open before. Thing is, Nico, you keep bleeding. You keep bleeding, so that every drop of blood from your body soaks the mat. I try to not be that blunt about things but that's what you got yourself into. You're not making it out of there whatsoever. You might think of running away, you might tuck your balls in between your thighs but there's no running away from me and there's no running away from God himself. We've been at it for the past couple of months and it hasn't even been on my mind that this could be the end --- either I win, or I, see God myself. Whichever, I'm content with myself and I'm content with my sins but you're not, Nico. You're not content, huh? You're not content with where you are right now but you won't be so content when I put you on your knees, in front of God, and crucify you.

Apologize to God, beg for his forgiveness, pray to him.

All I see and hear are vows.

But what is in a vow?

A promise? Sworn words? A blood-oath? A DIVINE COVENANT, A DEAL WITH YOUR GOD? IF I MAY ASK, YOUNG FOX, WHAT IS IN A VOW?

Do you know how many vows men have made promising my demise, by their hands, within their reach, within their grip, and have sworn that my very last breath would be tangible by their finger tips? Do you know, Young Fox, how many men have VOWED for my defeat!? VOWED to be the bringer of my end of days!? To be my impending doom!? My apocalypse!? Men who've promised to be the one to play the tune of my swan song?? DO YOU KNOW, YOUNG FOX, HOW MANY MEN HAVE PROMISED, HOW MANY OF THEM HAVE SWORN, HOW MANY HAVE DROPPED TO THEIR KNEE AND SWORN BY EVERYTHING OF THEIR ESSENCE, AND EVERY FIBER WITHIN THEIR BEING THAT THEY WOULD VANQUISH THE BEAST, CONQUER THE SERPENT - DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HAVE VOWED THAT THEY WOULD SLAY THE MONSTER!? TO HELL WITH YOUR VOWS!!!

[Deep breath... and a brief smile]

But still, I welcome your best effort. Noble paladin, who has proven his worth as a mighty soldier, you have earned the swing that you take of your sword at the throne of God. That I cannot withhold from thee.. the opportunity at immortality. I may contend that it is unattainable, especially when obtained at my expense, but still you are bestowed the right to make an attempt at claiming immortality - even if done by bludgeoning me with a mortal wound. Though the Soothsayer see's not a wholesome conclusion for you in your arc with me, her visions are not as divine as my word. What she decries in her crystal glass orb may very well be your fate, but alas she is not much more than a Sibyl to me. The Soothsayer speaks solely out of faith. The reason for her faith is hinged on the realities, worlds and truths that have been created, the acts that have been done, the miracles performed at my whim. The Soothsayer is personally invested into my cause, but she is not the decider of your fate. Even I am not fully the decider of your fate. While I can assure you that the end result will be at my behest, you still do have an influence, Dubian. Just as Scott Oasis had an influence. He fought as valiantly as one could fight, he too had a vow, a promising vow at that. He made a promising promise~! A daring dare~! Foolhardy as it may be, surely he did not soil himself against me, he should feel no shame for his performance against me - that is if he can feel anything at all. Alas, you have not seen Scott Oasis since my last encounter with him, and you may not see him for quite some time. Just as we will not see you for quite some time. You will not leave Rite of Passage unscathed. You will not even leave at your own volition. You will not leave at command of your own body and mind. Your will, while it may have taken you to great and terrible heights, will not pick you up after you are flung from even greater heights. 

And I will take your pride before the fall.

It is your pride that has taken you here. That should be enough to hang your crown on, and hang your robe on, and lean your scepter up against. But a Rite of Passage in itself is an inevitability, it is what brings worth to being, as you were once called, a Blue Prince ... the prospect of becoming king. The Rite of Passage is not a summoning, or a command from a higher power. It is a welcoming for those with bravery, bravado, boldness! Any who voluntarily enter - into where? Into who's lair!? Who's kingdom!? Who's abode!? Who's jaws!? No one knows. But the lights on the horizon are bright. The rays of light emit from beyond and protrude through the clouds and the vision... oh, the vision! Behold the sight! The splendor and glory of becoming something new and forsaking the old! The Rite of Passage comes with the prospect of something to obtain in the realm you have only recently entered. It is conceived strictly to celebrate your worthiness of entering this new realm, and the aptly named Showdown event should truly be dedicated in your honor, Devan Dubian. You have entered the same abode as me. Or rather, may I correct myself in saying you have entered my abode. You have become a man as great in every respect as I once was when I was still considered to be a mortal. But as a mortal, you've entered the playing field of immortals!

I would formally welcome you here as well as introduce myself, but we are not alien to each other. You are only alien to this realm.

But due to the stakes the dear Soothsayer has put on this contest of ours tomorrow, perhaps you will feel much more at home in the environment of Extreme Rules. Yes, you are correct, we both are familiar with this environment. But while I have felt every sensation of pain imaginable, you have only witnessed the punishment I administer. To bear witness and to be a recipient are worlds apart in difference. And surely we have similarities, surely we may be of the same era.

But we are not of the same ilk.

I am unlike any being you have ever met before. 

I am even unlike my own self. When you stare at me and stare into my eyes, you will not find the man who's deprived you of your Answers World Championship. There will be no opportunity at exacting your revenge. You will never take from me in the same way I have taken from you! Instead what you will find when you look into my eyes right before the final battle begins, is malevolence. No desperation, no hunger, no anguish, no drive, none of what fueled me in our last encounter will be present in this encounter. I am now driven by malice and spite. I take an admittedly macabre sense of enjoyment out of delivering punishment to those who want to abscond from me the fruits of my labour. Macabre it may be, but I also find it justifiable! This will not be an arduous labour for me, Dubian. This won't be something I am forced to do. None of us were forced into this. This is all the result of your choice! The punishment I inflict on you will be a release for me. It will fill my heart with joy to see you suffer. Because you are my enemy. My mortal enemy. Any man or woman who desires what I hold in my hands is an adversary. It is lust that has lead them to this desire, it is greed that leads my enemies to me. And for those who are fueled by the lust and the greed of wanting what is mine, I do hope you know why you are my mortal enemy; it is because there is only one way you can have what is mine, and it is in my death. Do not blame me for treating my enemies for what they are; an existential threat, and nothing less. You wish to be the one to finally say they've defeated Methuselah!? You wish to slay The Monster!? You will have to slay the man. You will have to kill a God, and deal the death blow on the man that he has been relegated to. And to take away my life, you must take away everything I have to live for. 

That is why I will fight you, with my life.

Even if it results in your death. 


TEST ME NOT.

It's Friday November 4th, 2016 and EAW newest vixen who signed with the company just yesterday steps foot inside one of EAW's various areas as it was her time to cut a promo that introduced herself to the EAW Universe. Her name is Amy-Jayne and she walked down the corridor bracing herself for what she was going to say what she says might sound a bit stereotypical but her motives for being in EAW were just the same as many others on the roster.

Well hello EAW Universe, now your probably thinking who the heck is this chick trying to talk to us, well EAW your looking at your newest EAW vixen and my name is Amy-Jayne and I am here for one simple reason, to not only be in the best company around right now but to also be the best and beat the best, I want all the gold possible,  vixens champion, specialist champion, you name it this it girl is gonna get it all, nobody can stop me from achieving this because I am the best damn thing that has stepped into this company in a long time and you all known that is fact, sure you got your favourite vixens but pretty soon they'll be irrelevant and I'll be your favourite vixen ever, that's just a simple cold, hard fact, I am soon going to be on everyone's lips you'll all be talking about how flawless I am amd how I am making all your favorite vixen's tap tap tap because there isn't a submission hold I don't know...don't believe me don't worry I'll prove it now onto the real important stuff the titles that are up for grabs.

Yo Kendra Shamez, yeah I'm talking to you, see EAW Universe Kemdra my be the founder of the vixens division but she needs to learn that she is old and needs to let us younger girls and newer vixens shine, she needs to go back to where she belongs working backstage or better yet maybe she should just pack up her boots and retire, actually better yet I'll snap you in half then you'll have no choice but to retire and I'll take that title from you and never let another vixen take it from me because once I have something I never let them go, so Kendra you may been seen as a pioneer but that means nothing to me to me you are just a stepping stone that I will get over and not just get over but destroy so you best have eyes in the back of your head because I could be around any corner,  watch out!

Then you have the World Vixens champion Sheridan Muller, I know you haven't long won that title and good for you, but just like Kendra I have my eyes firmly on the title and I'll stop at nothing to get what I want and that's the World vixens title now I know I'll have to go through the entire division to get to that title and to you and I'm more than fine with that, because I'll be making these girls tap out left, right and center many will see me as the new girl or an easy target but they couldn't be more wrong because I am the queen of submission,  the it girl of Baton Rouge and the personification of greatness and Sheridan I'll make you tap tap tap and become the World vixens champion and just like I said before I plan to never let that go either and just like Kendra watch out because I could be anywhere at any given time so watch where you step.

And with that EAW and the rest of the vixens division,  I have but one thing to say everyone better watch out because greatness is about!