So the new angle about me is that I'm a coward. Sure, Lannister, you brought back the old one - the one that says I rest on the laurels of my accomplishments - this time with a new accomplishment, but I figure you're smart enough to know that everybody who tried doing that ended up losing to me. So, you dug deep - dug so deep, you went back to a movie from a dark time in your country's history - to take the worst character from it and slap that name on me. Because, hehe, I have "lion" in my name. Good to know that this is the wit I'm dealing with. Good to know that I let this level of creativity sneak up on me for the past few weeks. Yeah, that doesn't feel good at all, because it means I got jumped by somebody who lays out his own plans, then probably spends a couple minutes high-fiving himself after thinking that he plans are amazing.

I get the feeling that you're the one who does that, Lannister, not me. Don't get me wrong, I HAVE laid my intentions out, but I have no idea how the execution will go. Something that's been true about me for years is that I can be a loose cannon. I move with the wind at times, and while that's hurt me at times, it's also helped. It's the reason I'm even here in EAW at all, and it's worked out pretty well. If you're the cultivator of the wind and the overseer of all - I mean, who else could cultivate the wind - then you've let me see a lot of success. You've let me assault your excuse of a woman, and there's no doubt that I'd do it again. I'd do it with the briefcase that by having won it, the cultivator no longer matters. Because of this Cash In The Vault briefcase, I don't have to care about anybody's approval - not that of the champions, not that of the front offices, and certainly not yours. I'm not disappointed in this EAW run because I can do whatever I want at this point. Wins and losses no longer mean a thing, as I said. I picked a fight with you because you pissed me off by opening your mouth, and it'll be gratifying to put you away. That sounds like control to me, and I have it on a larger scale.

But let's just say I am a coward. Maybe - wait for this, because I'm going to stoop down to your cleverness level by STEALING YOUR PHRASE - cowardice is my true nature. Guess what - it got me a world championship way back when. I took the coward's way up in CWF, and my end game beat Heart Break Boy's. He became champion with me as his lackey. But, once I decided I was done with that, I was the perfect man to take the title from him. And, if cowardice is not my true nature and you're the one to reveal what my true nature is, I've done well fighting clean, fighting hard, and earning everything I've gotten. Here I go talking about the past again, you may say - but if Territorial Invasion counts as part of the story, so does all of this. And, I cannot erase Territorial Invasion, but I can make it so the people say that it had to happen; it had to happen in order for me to beat you one-on-one.

So, say what you want about me. Slander my name as much as you want. It won't work. I've earned the respect of wrestling fans around the world. I took the coward's way up to dethrone HBB, who at the time was the biggest coward in the business. I know that, the fans know that, and that hasn't tainted my name enough for the fans to jeer at me. The words of a man who's hated throughout the world don't stand a chance. You may not care about the fans, but my "inner chaos" no longer cares about what you say. If by tempting you, I've already done myself in, then you didn't have to speak at all, but oh to hear the sound of your own voice, speaking in a formality that makes EAW fans groan. That makes me think that I have more foresight than you may expect. I'll have to telegraph a few things on Saturday, but I still don't know if you can react to them on time. Talk about my mental state and inner chaos all you want. It'll be a physical battle. Oh, I know it's not completely physical, but at that point, none of our words matter anymore. You'll have to get around the pitfalls I'll have set up in the ring.

☤In a professional interview setting a bespectacled lady dressed up similar to a news anchor or journalist is seated across from Tiberius Jones. Tiberius is being his usual self, seated with his legs stretched out and playing with his afro, but the people around seem to be treating him well enough despite him not fitting in, offering him water and a foot rest. The woman is about to speak before Jones interrupts. ☤

TJ: Mhm, are you one of his girls, or are you for the guests? I never could tell how he liked em.

Interviewer: I’m afraid I wouldn’t know what you’re speaking of Mr. Jones. Though you are a very important member of the organization, I would hope you refrain from any crass behaviour that could negatively effect our reputation due to you being a public face while officially interacting with us.  I would like you to stay focused, as we have taken the time to set up this sit down with you with our own resources, considering your apparent aversion for EAW press conferences and sit downs.

TJ: Geez, the big boss slits throats, the herb smoker walks around with her over 300 pounder who probably grew up putting people in the hospital just for snacks, and I’m the one who might do our public image bad cause I’m trying to get acquainted with a pretty lady? That’s messed up, you people have your priorities upside down like Ares, but I’m not surprised, people lose their minds if they see a tit or dick on TV, but will watch heads be blown off without blinking.

Interviewer: Interesting, do you have a problem with violence that reaches grotesques levels of blood shed and maiming? The Vendetta child seemed to be under the impression that you consider him “perverse” for things he has done to people.

TJ: Here we go again, the only reason I agreed to go through with this little chit chat is because if I kept having to hear Pizza Boy and Ares as the sole people to listen to this week I might lose my mind!

Interviewer: Please answer the question. Do you have a problem with such gruesome deeds being done by him to others?

TJ: Hell no I don’t have a problem with it, why would I care? Like Wayne said, I don’t feel connected with a damn thing that doesn’t have anything to do with me, if you do you’re as crazy as shit. I just don’t happen to get a hard on for hearing cracking skulls or any of that weird shit, violence is just a means to an end. Means to have a little fun seeing the look on Pizza Boy’s stupid face when his people get blasted, or to gain a win or a championship, even retire some legends for prestige but the inflicting of pain is not my main focus. I think that’s how some people lose the plot. I’m not going to go around attacking my own allies either, it just ain’t a sexy move. The girls love a bad boy, but not an outright psycho.

Interviewer: I would think the man called Pizza Boy would disagree with your self assessment of not being a psychopath, don’t you?

TJ: He just can’t take a joke, not my fault the guy can’t enjoy his part in the gallows humour comedy that Drake & Jones would perform as an inside joke just for the two of us. So we broke a few boundaries, doesn’t the world need a little more discord?

Interviewer: Order is the staple our organization values, but perhaps a different outlook is why our mutual benefactor has assembled a unit of….interesting creatures, like you are apart of, Mr. Jones.

TJ: His reasoning means little to me, as long as I still get the benefits of the sponsorship…otherwise things would get ugly….

Interviewer: Our people are always well paid and served. It keeps them satiated and less likely up to rebellious actions.

TJ: Finally, something I can agree with you on. See……

Pizza Boy thinks war exists because people want to make the world a better place.

Ares thinks war exists because people are savages with urges for violence and hurting others.

They’re both wrong.

War exists for resources and to pass on your “essence”.

Such is the point of life itself.

It has been such since the days of the hunter gatherers! No, since even before man, when the first beast ate it’s first meal and when it first did the deed to reproduce it’s first offspring!

Territory, riches, spreading one’s seed, and leaving a part of you to go on throughout the ages have been what moves the world since life began! Everything else is just things we have convinced ourselves of to fill our own egos, to make us feel above it all, or to make it seem like we serve a higher purpose. Religion, hatred, and bloodshed are just tools and emotions built for the sake of gaining those two very important things I speak of. For one reason or another, Ares, he wants to pretend he is above the world title and just likes harming people, but if that was the case we don’t need to wait for some world title match when we could just run each other over on the streets or have some brawl somewhere where I break that big nose of his for good. Pizza Boy wants to give it all some feel good little reasoning for why he does malicious things for fame and gold, but if that was what he wanted the could retire today and volunteer in some soup kitchen feeding the lesser beings of society that are just like he would have been if without this sport propping him up.

I tell you a story of resources they would never tell you. Riches are not the only resources, water, food, and land all fall into that category. Resources is why the population of one country can remain silent about, or even encourage, the strife their home brings about to the nations across the world. For cheap items, you wouldn’t do a thing for little children doing tasks that you wouldn’t sit back and let happen to the children of your worst enemy across the block from you, because deep down you understand it provides your country the collective resources to be an economic success, and therefore keeps YOUR life in balance. Tell me, where else does murder and hatred become more intensified than a location filled with poverty and lack of resources? The poorer the place, the higher chance people are maiming each other for what little there is. You want to talk about war? Why did America have a civil war with slaves hanging in the balance, if not for the fact that slaves were a resource the south refused to have taken away from them? Why do you think the Jews, those who have been said to be the richest and masters of keeping all the resources, also happen to be a consistent target amongst other races whenever they get tired of being impoverished? You think people do these things, risk their lives, just to be jerks? Of course not, they do it because there’s something they want to have, or something they want to keep.

I tell you a story of “essence”. Essence might be even more important than resources, one could argue that the only reason people war for resources is to guarantee their essence goes on. I use the term essence over soul, because this is above from religion and magical properties. I use the term essence over genes, because even without genes beasts do what they do to have others continue for them as they have imprinted on them. Take even the lesser members of a pack who are not alpha enough to reproduce, they will take care of the child of the alpha so they take part of the health and success of the child in the animal kingdom. Much like humans do deeds, pretending to be generous to their subordinates and apprentices, when deep down they just want to know they were a part of a new rising talent becoming a legend. And kings and pharaohs? They’ve been leaving structures to stand behind after their deaths for generations, they must even have their burial grounds and caskets to be memorable! And of course, reproducing in genes is a no brainer. Even the thighs and hips we love is only because those are signs of a healthy breeder to bear our children, same for women who want a man who can provide them the correct seed and latch onto me like parasites. What does this have to do with war? What is the first thing you hear amongst communities who believe it is time to fight back against “invaders” of the country? “They’re stealing our women”, “you support that race? You’re a cuck who likes seeing your wife banging other races”. And even now, when wars are fought off in distance places, rape stands supreme, because reproduction on a mass scale is another spoil of war…..and it is a spoil not because people just want to have more life be brought into the world out of heavenly good, it is because of the biological urges of sex that comes with our drive to pass on our essence to future generations through our children.

I tell you again, it is all about resources and essence. It’s only a matter of what type of resources you like and how you want your essence to go on forward.

☤Jones stands up and puts his hand on the woman’s chin as she looks annoyed and he smiles before letting go and ignoring her. ☤

Me? I like em gold, and around my waist.

The Answers World Championship is the ultimate resource to have my essence, in other words my name, push on forward long after I am done here. That is why war remains ever constant here.

☤Camera goes to black. ☤

 
Rex I will stick by my statement when I said “I’m the best New Breed Champion since Jamie O’Hara”.  I’m aware of how long he was champion and I’m aware of how long I’ve been champion.  When I said that though I wasn’t talking how long the reign lasted I meant when it comes down to be a fighting champion I’m the best since Jamie.  See anyone else before me would have cried at the idea of a championship scramble match.  They would have whined their way out of it to make sure they it wouldn’t happen.  Me on the other hand?  I took the match into open arms.  I know how long I’ve been champion I won it in August so you’re right just about 9 weeks now with that being said though I plan on letting the reign continue.   I also know you want to corrupt those plans you want to stop my plans and you want to feel what it’s like to be champion you want to feel what it’s like to be on top of a food chain.  Want to know the difference between you and I Rex? Well one of them anyway well its simple see you WANT to stop my plans of letting this reign go longer and I WILL stop your plans of wanting to win a championship.   You say when I look in the mirror I see the biggest critic of them all and that you said is myself.  When Rex looks in the mirror you want to know what he sees?  He sees a man who can’t beat me he sees who knows who can’t beat me but will say anything to make it seem like he can beat me.  He knows he can’t he doesn’t even believe into his own hype and that’s why he’s so mad that I’m as cocky as I am.  Am I not supposed to be this cocky Rex should I put myself down all the time and tell everyone I shouldn’t be champion and how I’m not ready for such a huge match up.   I am tired of labelling myself the underdog I know and the world knows that’s a lie.   I am no underdog in this match and the chances of me winning are just as good as yours… A matter of fact I take that back the chances of me winning are much higher than yours Rex.   You 4 are the underdogs walking into this ring with me you guys should be the ones putting yourself down telling yourselves there’s no way you can beat me.  It won’t happen though and that’s cool I respect that after the match though that’s when you’ll say to yourself “Man he was right I really wasn’t ready”.   So go ahead mock me all you want though for being a veteran and my first title being the New Breed title just know as long as I hold this title is the longer you have to wait to get it.
 
Excuses, excuses that’s all I ever hear from you guys.  “Chris Elite is only champion because of this”, “No Chris Elite is only champion because of this”… NO CHRIS ELITE IS ONLY CHAMPION BECAUSE HE DID WHAT YOU COULDN’T NICK!  I did what you’ve wanted to do your whole life and that’s succeed here in EAW and that’s to be something here in EAW.  Stop trying to belittle my championship win because you don’t have one it’s not making any of you seem better it just makes you seem bitter.   I mean what will the excuses be when I still walk out with my championship and you for 100^th time in your career here walk out with nothing?  I know the last time we met you beat me I pointed that out already I also left out the reason how you beat me and I won’t bring it up now either.  You remember how it went down though so let’s not act like you dominated me in anyway.   A living scam?  Oh come on Nick Angel if anyone will be proved to be a living scam it’s going to be you after Rite of Passage.  You probably out of everyone in this match has the most momentum I even believe you have the most points going into the match.  Points you probably used to come out last in the match to reserve your energy while the rest of us are already gassed.  Good strategy I guess Nick like I said though our last match up you could be me when the title isn’t on the line.  You can have all the points going into this match and do what you please with them as I stated though when it comes down to it.  When it comes down to actually doing something when it matters you just like any other time will CHOKE!  You are the living scam you have everyone so hyped up like you actually have a chance to finally walk out champion and have the same Cinderella story I had.  You don’t fool me though Nick when that clock strikes midnight you’ll still be the Nick Angel the same Nick Angel with no championship the same Nick Angel who will kill it on Showdown with nothing on the line.  However during the Super Show or FPV with something actually on the line you come short.   That’s why I told you to retire and give it up I was just giving you advice.  However if you want to stay and continue what you’ve been doing then hey be my guest.  You’ll just lead yourself into further embarrassment.
 
 
What happened Ryan cat got your tongue?  Or are you waiting until last minute to sneak some words in about how big and bad you are and how you will wreak havoc on this division.  It’s crazy how quick that plan fell apart isn’t it?  You would think after you say something like that you start it off strong and actually destroy me like you said you would.  Break me like you said you would however you failed to do so and you just made yourself look like an idiot a big one at that.   There’s no arguing that Ryan and you know that.  You know you can’t just return back to the company and be like “Ooh like at me I got two servants now.  I’m big, I’m bad and now I got a mask and I plan to wreak havoc on this division and end Chris Elite”  then when it comes down to it all you have to show is a little bruise you gave me and a loss it just takes away from how big and bad you think you are.   I know I said you wouldn’t make it to the match and obviously that isn’t the case is it?  That was just out of anger though but I did do what mattered most and that’s defeat you.  No foot on the ropes, no cheap roll up none of that.  I kicked you in the face had you leaning on the ropes kicked you in the face again then pinned you for the 1 2 3.   However with the way you spoke so highly about yourself I thought it’d take much more than that.  Thank you for giving me just somewhat of a challenge though Ryan I appreciate that.   Just know nothing changes this week at Rite of Passage you’ll suffer the same fate you suffered last week. You’ll take the same thing you took last week and that’s my boot going straight into you’re mask and an L to go along with that.  
 
These cats just seem to be grabbing everyone’s tongue what happened Nobi?  Realized how stupid you sound with those bullshit excuses and bragging about something that absolutely means nothing.  It’s about time I mean I just can’t wait to hear the next excuse.   “Chris Elite’s kick to the face was too hard and knocked me unconscious for 3 seconds but I guarantee if it was a 5 count I would have kicked out”.   I mean come on just take the loss like a man and just let it soak in that you can’t beat me and you can’t take this away from me.   I really do to hope to hear from you soon I know me saying all this will while you up and force you to say something else out of this world.   Like “After Rite of Passage I’ll be New Breed Champion”.   Yeah that’s pretty out of this world isn’t it EAW Universe?  Like I told Rex, Ryan, Nick and Terry now I’m telling you again as long as I’m champion the longer you’ll have to wait for you to win it.
 
 
Hey Nick remember when I said something about digging yourself into further embarrassment? Well you’re not alone when it comes to that because now I present you… TERRY CHAMBERS!  Terry why did you make it seem like you’ve bullied more than just JJ Silva?  Why do you make it seem like I give a damn about why you did that to JJ?  Because I honestly don’t I can careless about why you did it.  Doesn’t affect me in anyway as much as you’d want it too.   Thing is you bullied JJ and still haven’t earned respect from anyone.   To be honest I think the only people who know about what you did are the people in this match.   I believe most of the EAW Universe who were there for Showdown were either on a piss break during that event or getting something to eat.    So I don’t know how you get respect for something only 4 people plus the commentators for the whole thing seen it and not even out of us did you get respect.    Terry no one else was worried about what the hell happened at Grand Rampage other than you.   I don’t give a damn about what you did at Grand Rampage or what you didn’t do because to be honest I don’t even know what the hell you are talking about.   Yes you are giving me a lot of ammo saying you don’t like failure.  Did you not hear what I said?  It gives me ammo because you are a walking failure like you said almost 3 years with no title.  Spent most of the summer being the lackey of JJ Silva and Zack Crash and apparently you had some failure at Grand Rampage.  Let’s not forget you’re losing streak either.   Let’s also not forget how you’ve just been shadowing JJ Silva being his bodyguard for most of his matches until just recently.  So yes when you say things about other people being a failure it just gives me ammo Terry.  I also don’t care if you don’t respect me so I don’t know about that whole “I’m a champion, so respect me” quote you had or whatever the hell you said that I said.  I can careless about you respecting me or whatever the case might be.   You are nobody I have to worry about when it comes to being a threat to my title matter of fact after this week none of you will be what I look at as a threat for my title.    Go and rage quit like I always do?  I’ve been here for a year plus already and have a championship now so that whole Chris Elite comes back just to leave again joke or insult really doesn’t mean anything anymore.  Nice try though Terry because the time for you of being relevant is running out.   As I’ve been saying though.  New Breed Champion then, New Breed Champion now and well… New Breed Champion until someone is man or woman enough to take it away from me and with that being said….
 

Last week I beat an EAW Hall of Famer in Kevin Devastation and this week I will beat the number one contender for the EAW Interwire Championship, Drake Jaeger. Although I’m not sure how he is number one contender for the title. I mean I know he beat five other people at House of Glass for a shot at it, but how…? How was he even in the match? He shouldn’t have been put anywhere near a contendership match for that title. He doesn’t even know what championship he will be fighting TLA for. I’ve lost track of just how many different things he’s called the Interwire Championship. I suppose he doesn’t care what the title is called. Just like he claims that he doesn’t care about EAW or even Dynasty. But you know what I think? I think Drake Jaeger secretly does care. I think he cares about more than just the money. Why else would he be here? He’s still under contract? Does he really think anyone believes that? Please… there’s ways of getting out of a contract. I’m sure if he really didn’t care they would just cut him loose. Maybe he thinks if he shows up with his brainwashed gaggle of whores and a who cares attitude people will think he’s cool, or maybe he just sticks around because he likes getting beat up. Because I am more than happy to oblige. He said he doesn’t care who I am either. Well I’m going to make you care. When I beat you on Dynasty I’m going to make you remember the name Adrian Christ. I’m going to burn the name Adrian Christ into your memory. I’m going to beat you so bad that when you’re lying with your brainwashed brothel at night you’ll wake up in fear of what I will do tomorrow night at Dynasty. I will not quit. I will not be crippled. If I’m just a stone for you to step on then I’m going to be the biggest most jagged stone ever, and you will not get passed me.

And your winner…………….ADRIAAAAAAN CHRIIIIIISTTT!!!!!!

The camera opens in front of the Vietnam War Memorial in San Antonio, Texas.  PB stands in front of the statue depicting a war torn soldier hovering over his supine and brother in arms as he stares up toward the heavens in desperation.  Pizza Boy bows his head, takes a moment of prayer, then opens his eyes and turns to the camera.

So there was this going argument in my philosophy class back in community college about what breeds war.  Some say that religion breeds war.  The ideals of a specific sect, a niche group, a cult like following have the ability to infect the world and make it suffer until everyone bends to it's will.  There's no question that such instances have existed throughout history.  Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, Christians, all killing one another and other persecuted groups to make their one mind and one accord a crucial part of the cultural zeitgeist.  But there were also examples like Genghis Kahn and Adolph Hitler that made the same impact without any need of divine right.  

PB glances over his shoulder at the excruciating memorial once more.  He turns his head back toward the camera with a somewhat crestfallen expression.

  Then there's the idea that man is destructive and self-destructive.  It's ingrained in our nature.  We're doomed to self-genocide because of our genetic makeup.  It all started with a primitive ancestor inventing the first weapon and bludgeoning his fellow man to death with it.  That point in evolution trickled down through the ages, became stories of Cain and Able, and served as a warning to mankind to show restraint when it comes to violent urges.  Ironically, it's theorized that this is one reason we created gods and an afterlife.  Considering the previous theory, it all comes off as a snake eating it's own tail.  If the answer's a paradox, then it cannot be an answer.  So what is it that makes us inherently wicked? or are we wicked at all? I choose to believe that there's good in man, all men, even you two with your nihilistic views of society and EAW.  To me that means that the gold isn't just gold, and that pride isn't just pride.  It means something to the both of you to have that Answer's Championship, just as it means something important to me to win it.  

   Even the glib demeanor of Tiberius Jones cracks at the notion of winning the belt.  To you it isn't just about money, fame, or even some self-inflated ego appeasement.  You want to win it to show everyone that they're wrong about you.  That's truly why you humor me in my endeavor to make you take this seriously.  You know that this is a grave scenario you've stumbled into.  You know that I'm not going to relent, and you know that Ares Vendetta doesn't know the meaning of the word mercy.  Quip and jeer all you'd like, but I know you're only masking your fear with insincerity.  I wont be boastfull, I wont even say the fear is a fear of me.  You fear falling flat on your face and proving all of the naysayers right.  You fear falling so far down the rankings that triple digits would be a sight for sore eyes.  You're afraid of being outed as a fraud who can't do this on your own.  Drake's not here, and you've alienated Judas.  Kudos for that are long overdue.  It's just smart ass Tiberius Jones against the world with nothing on his side but snide comebacks and a bad attitude, and maybe a few gym visits during smack talk interludes.  My god, if we didn't have the history that we do I'd probably be rooting for that underdog story.  But we do, and I know you're just a bully who plays victim when it's convenient.  Unlucky for you, you're in the ring with two men who don't give a damn about your agenda, your sharp tongue, or your physical or mental well being.  So maybe, just this once, you will be the victim.  Boys cry wolf until a pack actually shows up to give him something to cry about.

PB reaches into his shirt and pulls out a pair of dog tags attached to a chain around his neck.  He inspects them and finds his own ring name engraved on them.  Not seeming surprised, he smirks and tucks them back under his collar.

   Speaking of 'mongrel's', I haven't forgotten about you Ares.  We've already went into your motivation.  I have, you have, I'm bored with it to be quite honest.  It's textbook 'poor little rich boy' semantics and I'm over it.  You know why you're in this match...well, besides being forced into it.  Actually, that is really your only reason for being here.  You haven't called Jonesy or myself out.  You haven't called for an open door policy for competitors.  As a matter of fact, the only door of yours I've ever encountered was guarded by some cheeky ginger and her silent hetero life mate, and they were guarding your veggie dad.  It's like the perfect allegory for your insecurity.  Do you realize that?  I wouldn't have to talk to you to know every single thing wrong in that greasy little head of yours.  You're just a walking, ticking, sneering, time bomb of mental instability that's going to go off when the one thing you actually care about winds up around my waist at the end of the night.  

An electronic *bleep* noise emits from off camera.  Seemingly confused, PB looks down into his right hand.  Where he once held dog tags now rests a military sanctioned walkie talkie.  He begins to lift it to his lips before deciding better of it and holstering it at his side in a leather utility belt with his EAW National Championship's face plate image burned into the hide.  Looking more confused than ever as he inspects his now camoe pants and black booted feet, he continues to speak.

   So as I look around at my competitors and see these desperate cries for help looking back at me, all I can ask is why am I in this? Is it really just to mutilate and play spoiler to Tiberius? Is it actually about retribution for Brian? Or do I really want that EAW Answer's Championship to have a new, prestigious, fighting champion home alongside it's kid sis the National Championship?  I think the answer is simply 'yes'.  I'm in it for all of those things.  If I walk away knowing that I've accomplished all of those tasks I'll be happy to sit back and wait for future challenges to present themselves, knowing that I've finally shaken the stink of Jones, and that my friend Brian can sleep soundly at night.  If I fail one or all of these tasks...eh, no biggie.  If I don't win the Answer's Championship, all it means is that I'm not ready yet.  That's a fact of life I've come to understand and appreciate about this business.  I'm not always the right guy at a certain time, and that's OK.  It doesn't mean I'll never be that guy, and there's nothing that's ever going to stop me from trying to become that guy.  If I don't get my hands on Tiberius Jones and finally put this blood feud to rest then I'll simply wait for the next time he decides to get froggy and jumps me from behind to exact my revenge.  

A giant, military issue, US flag falls into place behind PB and the memorial.  He starts  marching to and fro with his hands behind his back, unintentionally striking a strong resemblance to the beginning of "Patton".

   If Ares wins...see, this is the hard one because I'm not doing this for me.  I'm not really even beating up Tiberius for me if I'm being honest.  I'm doing it for all of those people out there who've been the little guy, the underdog, the dark horse who never gets his fair share of the dividends.  I'm doing this for the fans.  Not just my fans, not just Showdown fans, but the EAW fans as a whole who are sick and tire of corruption, greed, and gang wars tainting the sanctity of every scrap of tin under the EAW banner.  I'm doing what they can't do on a daily basis.  I'm slapping the jerk who swoops in and tries to take the credit after you did all of the leg work.  I'm spanking the spoiled brat who gets a leg up over everyone else because of his last name.  I'm taking on the infrastructure that keeps hard workers working hard and fat cat lazy do-nothings fat and doing nothing.  If I lose I fail all of them.  Brian, the fans, every adult and child regardless of age, gender, race, or persuasion because everybody's under someone else's thumb at some point or another in their lives, and it's time that for once someone leads the masses in bending that thumb backward until it snap, pops, and breaks.  

Pizza Boy turns on his heels and salutes the memorial as the flag waves behind them both.  He nearly knocks off a four star general helmet in the process that wasn't there moments ago.  He catches as it falls into his line of sight, inspects it, glances back at the camera, puts on a stern face and plops it on the crown of his head and gives another about face toward the camera.

   And if I fail them? so what? I'll keep coming back.  They'll keep coming back.  We'll all keep pressing forward until the good fight is won.  I come into this battle with zero insecurity, nil riding on the line, nada to lose, and everything to gain.  Nobody is getting in my head by calling me 'Jesus Boy' or 'Pizza Nobody' or 'Front Office Favorite',  'HBB's Shadow' or 'Common Sheeple.'  I've heard it all before.  I've even heard most of it multiple times coming from Tiberius.  I'm immune to it, and mostly because I have no problem being called any of those things.  I'm all of that and more.  So, so much more.  And yet, I'm somehow less at the same time.  My nature's ambivalent because I go into this war treating it like nothing more than what it is: a sport.  It's a sport I've come to excel at, one that almost immediately came natural, and as fancy and well-traveled, and disciplined and raised up in it as you two clearly are, I'm convinced I can beat you because I don't have the hang up's of a troubled teen following me around. 

A chorus of off-screen kazoo players startle Pizza Boy as they hum out a war ballad.  He catches his bearings, puffs out his now medal strewn, general's jacket clad chest and salutes the camera with a proud look on his face.

   War is only created in the minds of men who take themselves too seriously.  Men of absolutes.  Men of greed and avarice.  Men of well means who can afford send others to fight a war for him. But I pose this question to you gentlemen; who fights those wars? Who wins those wars? and why are they fighting? If you don't know the answer, I'll go ahead and tell you; The common man fights and wins wars.  They fight because they care about their country.  They fight because they care about their fellow man back home, along with their brothers down in the trenches with them.  They fight because they want to subdue the havoc created by men like you.  They want to make a difference.  They want to change the world for the better.

That's why war exists.

And that's why you're looking at your future double holder of EAW Answer's and National Championship.  

I'll see you on the battlefield.  God speed.

PB turns on his heels once again to face the flag and the memorial.  He once again salutes both before marching off camera just as it fades to black.

Dynasty Promo II: “The Dragon Reborn”

It's late at night in Kelly Hackenschmidt's hotel room as the EAW wrestler is unable to sleep. He is wearing only a pair of underwear and a black generic shirt. He stretches his neck, his body tucked into the bed but still he stayed awake.
With nothing better to do, Kelly rolled back of his bed and pulled out a book; The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan. He passed the prologue (Where his bookmark had been) and Kelly turned straight to the first chapter, he whispered to himself as he read.

“The wheel of time turns and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the third age by some, an age yet to come, an age long passed, a wind rose in the-”

Kelly's reading was paused by him looking up to the camera.

“How the Helhiem did you get into my hotel room?”

He asked the cameraman who said something the video feed couldn't make clear. Kelly sighed.

“He spoke?”

The camera man continued to speak in an unclear voice as Kelly places his bookmark in his book and sets it aside on the bed.

“Let me get changed first. I’ll be right on it!”

The camera cuts back a bit with a swoosh effect to where Kelly is standing with his arms behind his back in front of the camera.

“Well, I apologize for the inconvenience. Normally it's only a Laura Laine who gets to see that much of me outside of that ring.”

Kelly says before adjusting his hair back.

“But anyway, I believe a certain conductor must truly be addressed.”

Kelly adjusts his neck and ties his hair back into a ponytail.

“Yes, I am aware that sometimes my last name can be a bother. But, if you ever go back to realize the significance of the name, you’ll learn why I keep around instead of just shortening it like many famous wrestlers have done in the past. Though here you are, second match in and you already have been put into the wrong place at the wrong time. Sure, I may have paid and signed my ticket to seeing you perform what you would call violent music, yet I'm afraid that if you think I’m actually going to be terrified or even bothered by your music, then conductor, we have a problem.”

“You see, these past two weeks have been a bother to me. Two weeks into the EAW contract and I am not given what I want, and that is a challenge! You finally are the first to flatout approach me for everything in this ring! You are aware of the task at hand and are ready to fight, yet you are bringing a waltz, when you need a symphony to combat with someone who has traveled the world time and time again before appearing on American television. Though honestly now to think about it there is one thing you don't have in common with Lucas, you at least have some sort of brain. Well, I am technically everyone does, bit you know how to use it without ending up in the wrong corner. It’s okay that you seem to have a battle plan. Yet I’m afraid that at the same time, you're dealing with not one of the better technical wrestlers around these parts, but a guy who can take his style and use it against just about any other opponent imaginable. The whole world is already on its feet for someone like me, though these people have much more to it than just that, to someone like you I would imagine that fan appeal is almost nothing. Yet I’m afraid there's much more than just winning over a crowd that makes me this undefeated entity that stands before you. I am yet to lose here in EAW, yet you know that's because I haven't been given a proper challenge yet. In one week, Recon and Chuck Armstrong became lost in the shuffle. Recon found his way back out, yet Chuck still stands at the pit. But now here I stand, finally given a match that I actually want in that ring! This may just be match two for you, but even then someway somehow that technically means that I have an edge in match experience over you. So while you are the one to take up match psychology, you aren't going to be of much use for it against a guy like me who has dealt with your type before and I’ll certainly deal with them again. So V, if music is what you call wrestling, then that shall make me Yngwie Malmsteen! Not as experienced as the other greats, yet I’m afraid just as powerful and bringing just as much, if not more power to the ring! Tonight though V, the wide world of EAW will know that someone fights back at Kelly Hackenschmidt, he’ll hit you back twice as hard!”

“Be prepared, Schmidt's getting real!”

The screen fades black as Kelly glares at the camera.

...And the streak continues.

Not only do I remain undefeated since my return at Pain for Pride, I remain the best damn wrestler that Voltage has to offer. Watching the tapes back, I’ll be the first to admit that my win over Carson Ramsay was hardly the cleanest of victories but that’s not something I can change. What happened happened. We both knew what we were in for when we stepped into the ring together, with Kenny Drake eyeing us both up, and we were both well aware of the implications that our match had. Carson knew that Kenny was going to distract him at some point in time and he still fell for his games. At the end of the day I can’t feel guilty because I gave fair warning about what was going to happen so the fault falls on him. That being said, I’m more than happy to give him a fair one on one rematch when his blood feud with Kenny Drake is finally over. I want to prove personally to Carson that I can beat him without interference.

For now, until that day comes, it’s one week at a time and this week is one that I know I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. Ahren Fournier! Nice to meet you again. Maybe I’ll get your nickname right this time, right?

Last time that we faced I made the point that I’ve beat guys like you before. New guy comes in, thinks he’s hot shit, gets beat, fades into the background and is never seen of again. You proved you could be more than just that guy and I’m honestly impressed. You’ve molded yourself into more than just another face on the screen and into something… interesting, to say the least, but it works for you. I’d be beyond stupid to believe that having a few quirks makes you beatable. I’ve seen guys come in who spent more time focused on social media than they did their opponents and they still they made it onto Pay-Per-View on a regular basis. Hell, I once saw TLA talking trash on his opponent between takes of a Star Wars parody movie before going on to do what he set out to do and beat said opponent. I’m not going to be so dense as to take what you as a joke because that’s the biggest rookie mistake anyone could make and, judging by a lot of your opponents both before and after the last time we faced, a lot of people have made that mistake.

I’ve made a career of proving people wrong time and time again and, by the looks of things, you’ve already started to make a habit of doing just that. Do you want to know what my problem was, though? Do you want to know why I never broke through that glass ceiling, grabbed the brass ring and made it to the top? It’s because every time that I faced someone credible, someone with credentials, I’d get overconfident. They always say that confidence is key but depending on just how confident you are you could be holding the key to a very, very dangerous door. I’ve opened that door on more than one occasion and, more often than not, it leads to failure. You’ve made it more than clear that you remember what happened last time that we faced and the reason you lost was because of exactly what I just explained. You got cocky. You thought “oh, I’ve beat two of his dysfunctional partners already, I’m sure I’ll have no problem” and you shot yourself in the foot because you walked in with the expectation that I’d be a walk in the park like everyone else you’d faced up until that point. I can hardly blame you to an extent. Our Territorial Invasion team at the time was an absolute joke. It was so much so, in fact, that you couldn’t even remember our Hardcore Champion when you brought it up. That’s how little he or that title means to anyone on Voltage right now but then maybe that ties into some jealousy that you have deep inside. After all, you seem as though you feel entitled to a shot at the EAW Championship.

The laughable part of that being that your jealousy is very much misguided. For someone who paid such close attention to me last week, you seemed to have forgotten another minor detail in what I told Carson Ramsay that night. Or are you that self-centered that you only cared to pay attention because you heard your name was mentioned? Actually, you don’t need to answer that. You’d just be telling me what I already know.

I didn’t get this championship opportunity from “being on the Territorial Invasion” team. I got it because I earned it. After Territorial Invasion, I was pitted against Kenny Drake in what I assumed was a simple exhibition match that Carlos Rosso put together to see his two ideal top talents go against each other in a match of the night candidate. He saw that I’d proved myself every week and he saw that, despite Kenny Drake’s less than reputable tactics, that he’d done the same so he gave us an opportunity to fight for. Neither of us knew what that opportunity was and I don’t think it was the main focus we had in mind either. I went in there with the intent to defeat Kenny and I did just that. Needless to say, I impressed Carlos Rosso. If I hadn’t then he wouldn’t have given me the World Championship opportunity. If he really wanted to he could have given me a coupon for the next time I go shopping at Best Buy. You’re out of your mind if you think you’re just as deserving when we consider what you’ve actually done in EAW. You can give me the excuse of how you haven’t “had chance to prove it yet” but then all that does is prove my point further. This is the land of Elite where where opportunities are earned. You don’t just get to jump from A to Z like the rest of the alphabet isn’t there. You know full well that isn’t how this works.

Sure, beating me would definitely propel you up Carlos Rosso’s ever-changing ranking of Elitists but that’s not something you’re going to need to worry yourself with because you’re not going to beat me. I’m not going to defeat the likes of Y2Impact, Kenny Drake and Carson Ramsay only to let myself be caught off guard by you. Yeah, you may not be the same Ahren Fournier that I stood face to face with two months back but you’re also not on the same level as any of the aforementioned names. They proved their worth over these last few months and I overcame them. What do you have against me that Y2Impact doesn’t? How about Kenny? Or Carson? Take your time with that answer because it’s going to take a lot more to put me down than just a confident attitude and flashy moves. I know it and you know it. If you really want redemption for your loss against me all those weeks back then you might need to protect more than just your balls. With how often you’ve been putting them on show, so to speak, I don’t think that’s something I’m going to need to worry myself about. You should be more worried about how you’re coming into this match beaten and battered after what Jon McAdams and Mike Showman did to you last week and how that’s going to play into this gameplan you’re concocting. I might be a good guy but I’m not afraid to take advantage of the weaknesses in front of me and you? You’ve got a big red target on your arm that’s just waiting to be exploited. After what they did to you I’m shocked that you’re even able to compete this week… but that has nothing to do with me. All that matters to me right now is that I beat you and make sure that the only redemption to be had is mine as I continue my path back to the top.

Maybe I’ll see you up there one day but, for now, it’s time to knock you down a few pegs.

And the streak continues...

Keep your apologies and forgiveness because there's no apologizing and there's no forgiving; I couldn't care less if you've apologized or if you've forgiven me but you're right, I'm not without sin, I've committed my fair share of sins but I'm willing to see God for that. You're not. You're not willing to see God for the lies and falsehoods that you've spread. You're not willing to see God for the sins that you've committed. You're not willing because you're a SPINELESS and GUTLESS COWARD. You're not willing because you're thinking about what God might think of you if you were to see him. You're thinking about what he'd do to you. You're thinking about how you might not get to the pearly white gates of Heaven. You're thinking about that, huh? You'd rather not to see God because he'd mock you for the act; he'd mock you for speaking for him and he'd mock you for trying to do his work. God will see how much of a pathetic prick you are. The lies and falsehoods, the fabrications, the sins, the first blood, the first stone, the act? Is for the court to talk about. Though I had thrown the first stone, though you drew first blood with me... this Saturday, I'm not throwing stones --- I'm spilling your blood and it's going to be on my hands. My hands will be soaked with your blood, spit and filth. Apologize to me, forgive me... I don't care, I'm not apologizing for what I do to you and I'm not forgiving you for what you've done to me. I'm a little bitter, I'm a little ticked off that you'd try to frame me, that you'd try to blame me for the things that you do and the things that you haven't done. I'm not without sin and this Saturday, I'm committing some sins that God himself would turn a blind eye to; what I do to you is not for those to stomach and what I do to you even I wouldn't condone but that's the lengths that I have to go to, to end you and to wash your sins away with your blood. No repenting; you could've repented for your sins but you haven't and this Saturday, I'll make you repent. I'll make you apologize again and again. I'll make you feel human.

Know what? I get out of bed and fight with the Devil. I get to wake up and know that I have to live with the choices that I make, whether they're bad or not, I have to live with them. You've been talking, Nico, you've been talking about how I had a month off. You don't know what it's like, Nico, you never will. The sound of your heart breaking, the thought constantly on your mind that what happened was no one else's fault but your own... you can't even fathom something like that without having to go through it yourself. So for you to think that you have more heart than me because you've been here and I was out for a month or so? I find that a little offensive. Because for the past few years, I've had little to no time off, I've been suffering for a while and I had to take a month off from the ring to train myself and to get back to where I'd like to be. I was out for a month because I kept thinking about what happened. It was at the forefront of my mind, I couldn't keep my mind off of it. It kept bothering me and I couldn't get back in the ring without taking some time off to rest and clean my wounds. I couldn't sit back and let you hurt others that I care about. I had to hurt you and this Saturday, I will. I'll see the look in your eyes when I drop you on your head and I'll see, in your eyes, that you're practically helpless. It took a draw of my own blood for me to realize that there's no apologies and no forgiveness --- there's bloodshed. I will make you bleed and I will bathe in it. I get to lay in the middle of the ring after I've made you feel more human than you've felt before and roll 'round in your blood. That's a little graphic, huh? If I actually cared for you, I wouldn't like making you suffer and watch the life get drained out of your body with every punch I throw, every kick I throw, every drop of your head onto the hard mat. Putting you in an early grave, I might like it a little bit.

God says that I shouldn't like it, I shouldn't try and get back at you, I shouldn't be so careless but God knows what I've been through and he knows that with every body I've left behind me, it's taken a piece of me. Whenever I would end a career or break others' bones, it affected me in ways normal people couldn't take. I've put others on the shelf to make ends meet. It got me thinking that I'm not normal. It takes a toll on you, shows you what you wouldn't normally see. You haven't seen what I've seen, Nico, you haven't been through what I've been through. We could talk about God, we could go on and on about what we think of whatever passage but you're speaking lies in hypocrisy; find out for yourself for what happens to hypocrites like you. Because though you've tried to say that I'm a hypocrite myself, how am I a hypocrite? What have I lied about? You're putting yourself in a situation that you're helpless in because I've seen the helplessness in your eyes before, I've seen it myself and I'll see it in your eyes when I put you down to a bloody pulp. I'm foaming at the mouth to get in the ring with you but for my sake? You think I care about my sake? I don't care for my own safety and well being in a match like this because I'm thinking of an eye for an eye. I might not resist sin but that's because I'm not thinking of what happens after I die. I'm thinking about what happens if I don't get to do to you, what you've done to others and that's hurt you. That's hurt you so badly that you're not apologizing to me but to those that you've hurt. You've been acting like... kind of like a little bitch and this Saturday, I'll show God and them how much of a wuss you are. Talk about how relentless you could be, that's what I'd like from you --- I'd like for you to be relentless with me because that's the Nico Borg that I've been thinking of getting in the ring with but if that's not you, then this will be quick. You could try to make lashes on my back, make my whole body bloody, make me suffer like God suffered and I'll take it, I'll take the lashes, I'll take the suffering but you're not opening those wounds, Nico, you're not making me bleed. Not this Saturday.

I'll end you without a whimper.

Moongoose McQueen is proud to present: LIVEWIRE
 
(McQueen is sitting in a dark room on a lounge cheer in a robe with a guitar one one side and a tv by on his other. He is smiling with a huge smug on his face with a remote in one hand and an envelope in the other. He look directly towards the camera.) 
 
Hi, I’m Moongoose McQueen. You may remember me as the man that defeated James Knight, got Dynasty in trouble with the FCC, and “assaulted” a few staff members. I mean, I wouldn’t really call it an assault, because let’s face it, nobody was laid flat out on their ass and no one was crying, screaming, “STOP! STOP! HE’S ALREADY DEAD!!… boo hoo.” Other than that, I haven’t had much of an opportunity to really add to that list yet, so until then, Let’s try something a little different, where I give my commentary on this’ week’s Dynasty. Please note, the only part of Dynasty I will be talking about are the things that pertain to me. First and foremost.
 
 
(TV screen shows Moongoose McQueen in his rock star outfit)
 
Look at that handsome son of a b!tch. Can I pull off blonde and leather or what? I mean, those Vixens on Empire ain’t got shit on me. Fun fact, that costume was a throwback to a very young Moongoose McQueen back in the day when I was a wrestler, rock star, fashionista, before the whole mercenary she-bang. Hard to believe after all these years, it still fits, but look at me. I keep it TIGHT! But man, those were the good old days. I remember it just like yesterday, when I would take guitars like that and smash them over people’s head. Not going to lie if I didn’t admit I’ve been itching to do that again.
 
 
If people want to know. TLA’s party was a blast. And Fun fact. It wasn’t that Kevin wasn’t invited. But for whatever reason, the day after Halloween, in my jacket, happened to have his invitation. Hmmmm. I wonder how did that get there?  Enough talking about myself. Lets move on.
 
 
 
(TV Screen shows the segment between Ross Vegas and Kevin Devastation)
    
(The camera pans to the backstage area to show Ross Vegas, dressed with toilet paper around him like a mummy, before turning over to a door. He knocks on the door and it’s revealed… that Kevin Devastation answers with a coat-hanger in his hand, containing his costume it looks like.)
 
(Pause – That guy there. Kevin…. Yeah. I’m going to tell you something about that dumb fuck. About 2 weeks ago, after winning my debut match, this old far decided to interrupt my victory with a segment. He was all like, “I want a challenge, or some crap.” Not going to lie, I don’t really know who he is or what he has done. All I know is, that ignoramus disrespected me, and he is going to have to pay. - Continue)
 
Ross Vegas: Can you believe this, dude? I can’t believe that Dynasty has got us dressing up like this for Halloween, yeah.
 
Kevin Devastation: I hear ya, brother. Just be glad you didn’t get chosen to wear the stupid costume that they hand-picked for me. Now, what do you want? I need to get ready.
 
(Pause – He slaps on a raggedy muscle shirt and messes up his hair. How much times does one need to look like a hobo? – continue)
 
Ross Vegas: Now, I’ve been looking to get fame and fortune for myself and I had a listen to what you had to say last week. You were speaking about some things that I really thought resonated with me and what I want to do with my career. I want to be have the fame, I want the fortune, and I want the power to be able to make myself the best I can be. So, I was thinking, maybe we form a little alliance between you and me? Try to get ourselves some of our own gold?
 
(Pause – Ah, so naïve. There is a part of me that wants to hug him for being a newbie, but then a part of me that is all like, “Dude, what the hell happened in your life that made you this way?” Why does he sound like some kid that just came into the wrestling business believing he can do anything end up being single, old, and decrepit? - continue)    
 
Kevin Devastation: How about this? You prove to me that you can get some victories and we’ll see about teaming together, but right now, I need to get my own stuff together. Man, this costume is lame…
 
(Ross Vegas nods his head up and down before walking away, with Kevin Devastation looking at his costume in disgust.)
 
(Pause-Ugh. I haven’t seen that much white hair since Madonna stepped out of a car without wearing underwear. So Ross Vegas wants Kevin to take him under his wing. Maybe…. Just maybe I was wrong. Maybe this Kevin guy is the real deal. Maybe I need to slow myself down, and get off my high horse and actually show these guys in EAW some respect, and perhaps, I will learn and grow and become a better person. ……PFFFF. YEAH RIGHT!! Moongoose McQueen has never….. EVER cared for what anyone has said or done. I mean, can we honestly say the guy being told to dress up as Hank Hill has done anything relevant for the company? And here I thought I was the one getting disrespected. Let moves forward. - continues)
 
 
 
(“Power” Remix by Jay-Z and Kanye West plays all throughout the arena as a smug Kevin Devastation slowly makes his way out to the stage, dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans, and thick square glasses like Hank Hill, looking to the ring in a pissed off look.)

 
Announcer: First, making his way towards the ring…. From Paradise Island by way of Charlotte, North Carolina!…. Weighing in at 290 Pounds!…. HE IS “THE LONE LEGEND”…. KEVIN DEEEEVVVVVVVAAAAAAASSSSS
 
(Fast Forward- Oh My God, I DON’T CARE!! –continues to fast forward through the match)
 
 
(“Hate Me Now” by Nas reverberates around the arena when Ross Vegas walks out in his sparkling jacket, talking smack at his opponent while walking down the ramp, showboating to the crowd on his way to the ring.)
 
Jake Mercer: What is Ross Vegas doing here??!!! Kevin’s potential tag partner is parading around the ring!! Kevin and the ref are looking in disbelief!! ROLL UP!!! ROLL UP BY ADRIAN!!
 
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!
 
(DING! DING! DING!)
 
Ring Announcer: The winner of the match by pinfall… ADRIAAAAAAN CHRIIIIIISTTT!!!!!!
 
Jake Mercer: Adrian Christ steals the victory thanks to the intervention of Ross Vegas! What the hell was Ross Vegas thinking?
 
Stew-O: I don’t know, but Adrian has just gotten another victory to his name! Congratulations to him!
 
(Adrian Christ celebrates his victory on the outside while Kevin Devastation starts to argue with Ross Vegas about what happened in this match.)
 
(Camera shifts back to McQueen)
 
 
Uh-oh! Looks like there is a little trouble in Paradise in the mis-adventures of Kevin D. And Ross V. Though to be fair,  it was a disaster before it even began. BUT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!! Will Kevin Devastation take Ross Vegas under his wing?!! Will Vegastation be an item?!! WILL MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN EVERY RETURN TO TELEVISION?!! Those answers….. RIGHT NOW!! No….No….. and Yes. Because this week, on Dynasty, Moongoose McQueen will take on Ross Vegas.
 
So what are my thoughts on Ross Vegas? Not to sound really insensitive, but I don’t really have any real thoughts about Vegas, because believe it or not, I’m still not over the whole disrespect that Kevin has shown me. I still want to wrap my hands around his throat and crush his wind pipe while I smile with glee. I mean, the only reason I’m not out breaking things and hurting more people now is because that image of Kevin turning blue, grasping for air, it’s kind of like my little “Happy place.” Like when you are down, you think about women, money, and having fun. Or someone thinks about their condo in Hawaii or a quiet cabin in the woods. But man, seeing people get what’s coming for them, those are the things that helps me sleep at night.  No Hard feelings Vegas, but between you and I, do you really believe that I should care about a guy that has to ask another man how to get the things he wants? You claim you want money, fame, and fortune, but how about you work on getting a little bit of respect for yourself first? I, Moongoose McQueen, has everything you want and more, and I didn’t need to beg and use another person to get there. Sorry, but not sorry. I simply just don’t care for people who can’t help themselves, unless of course they can name a price. Of course, you could had tried to come to me first if you really needed the help, but I don’t think you can neither afford me or peak my interest.
 
It’s very important that I make clear about that last part. Because as a man that has more than enough money to sustain himself , years of being paid so much, sponsors, investments, etc, I don’t have money woes. So with that said, what would Ross Vegas have to offer me for my assistance? When I really think about it. Nothing, really. I mean, does anybody want to see Ross Vegas in the main event? Does anybody want to more of their precious tv time feeling pity for an old man? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I laughed when Kevin lost, but seeing you out there trying to be relevant by shouting…. I kind of cringed little. Haven’t felt that uncomfortable since the opening of The Walking Dead Season 7. Watching you on Dynasty, is up there, and that isn’t a good thing. Because watching that scene, it was depressing, and I can’t help but be angry. Angry that the producers would do something as idiotic as that, or in this case, why would the guys in EAW hire you in the first place? I look at you, Vegas, and you know what I see? Fodder. You were not signed because you were going to be the next big thing. You were signed to play to the emotions of a particular fan base. Here is an old man trying to make his way in the industry. Oh, it’s never too late to follow and achieve your dreams, and with the help of your “friends” anything is possible. You’re here to tug on the heart strings of the audience. You make people want to believe, but here is where it all goes wrong. Vegas, you are not the underdog that you think you are. You are fodder, a supporting cast, doom to be killed off and forgotten. Sure, a few will shed a tear when you are gone, but the next episode comes on, and next thing you know, you are dust in the wind.
 
Believe me, I’ve seen guys like you come and go, and the sad truth is, I don’t remember their names. And the only thing I’m going to remember about you is that your name sounds like a particular city. Las Vegas…. “How clever,” I say sarcastically. But fitting, because the thing about Vegas is, it’s fun and all in short bursts, but I’d rather be caught dead than living in that hell hole. Point being, people may come to see Vegas, but no one is going to stay for Vegas, and that is why you will never… EVER… be the center of attention. Who can take you seriously at this point of your age? Who told you to start pursuing this dream? Are you sure they are your friends? Because a real friend is going to care about you and tell you to give up on it and focus on living a peaceful life. And spoiler alert, looking at Kevin, I wouldn’t exactly call him friend material.
 
So Ross Vegas, if that is even your real name, I’m going to apologize early on for what I am about to do. There is only so much going to my “happy place” can do, and since it’s been nearly 2 weeks since I’ve actually gotten my revenge, I may need to take it out on you. It’s not personal, it’s just business. Just know it’s not your fault that I live by the fact that if someone screws you over, you pay them back double. It will be HIS fault.
 
(The TV screen shows a picture of Kevin Devastation)
 
When I beat you to a bloody pulp, whose fault its going to be? Kevin Devastation.
 
When people wonder why Moongoose McQueen is so angry? Kevin Devastation.
 
When you are sitting in a hospital bed wondering why this is happening to you? Kevin Devastation.
 
And who is going to be there when you need them?............... Trick question. It’s not Kevin Devastation. It’s not god. NO ONE…. WILL BE THERE FOR YOU. Get use to people telling you to keep going. They don’t really believe you can do it. It’s just pity and no one is going to actually step in to help you get there.
 
This Friday, fortunately, this match probably won’t be your last, because I don’t hate you or anything. I just don’t care. But if you want real answers to what you are looking for, the answer is clear.
 
(McQueen stands up, picks up his guitar and smashes it against the TV where Kevin Devastation is shown. Sparks flying with glass flying everywhere. McQueen continues to smash the tv with the guitar until it snaps in half. Smoke rising from the television on the floor)
 

You can’t. He can’t. Deal with it.

I’m starting to realize why Robbie pretends to be a vegetable, I’d do anything to make sure my son didn’t speak to me if Ares’ was my kid too.

I know, I know, Pizza Boy wanted me to be less lax, and I took him up on the offer just to fuck around and smack these guys up a bit playing by their game and beating them in it. I brought out my backstory from my career from start to this very moment to tell the obligatory tales of who we are and where we come from, as if you must explain yourself to connect to nobodies sitting at home and the opponents across the battlefield you intend to drop for good. I talked about the struggle, I took the world behind the curtain and gave you the behind the scenes details in what goes on into making such a masterpiece like myself. But as my eyelids become heavy listening to people who take the world around them too seriously, I am reminded that the reason the world needs a huge dose of TJ is because this roster is in desperate need of someone to bring life to the place.

Thank Ares for reminding me of just how bad the place has gotten. This guy is the Jaden Smith of professional wrestling, down to the silly hair styles and the way they talk like they’re delivering profound sermons on the mount anytime they want to deliver a message. Nobody understands, or gives a shit, about any of the “deep” things they’ve got to say, but having a famous mommy and daddy means you get shoved down everyone’s throats because people still believe famous super couples spit out miracle babies, no matter how many second-generation stars prove to be lackluster performers.

Think of any sport, any medium of entertainment with actors and musicians, and when you think of the best person in it, tell me if beforehand people ever knew who were their moms and pops were? Yet I’m supposed to get freaked because some brat is the spawn of Robbie V and Kendra? I can’t even think of one person who had two famous parents and ended up being anyone of note in the end, rather than just some spoiled dumb brat, and that’s just one of many streaks Ares won’t be ending any time soon.

Ares and Pizza Boy both just don’t get what being a champion is all about. The world gold isn’t about being some nihilist’s prop who has it just to tell us how little he thinks of it. The world gold isn’t about paying tribute to the past or any nonsense about upholding some code of values among your follow man. It’s about providing proof that you are the best, it’s about making every skank in the world have their knees wobble when you walk into the room and turn heads! Right now the only thing I’m thinking about is jumping into a room with the title around my waist and doing the dab as the bitches go wild. There’s something seriously wrong with the two of them, they don’t know how to enjoy anything, and one of these days their time will be up for good and they’ll realize how much time they wasted not enjoying the finer things in life.

And yeah, being a champ will please my sponsor too. Because I don’t have any mentors like people continuously confuse me to have, what I do have is a certain brand that expects I bring something else to the table that the rest of the group doesn’t, because I get the benefits of pay and extra recognition by being under the J-Dynasty label. Providing these good looks and style have served me fine up till now since this type of spice brings new flavour to the team, but pulling off the caper that obtains the Answers World Championship would have me complete the trifecta of world championships this group of ours have waited so long to obtain.  Who knows, such a deed might just go and make me the head of the whole unit, and what an on-point squad to lead that would be! Surely a better picture than the Vendetta family.

Now I don’t know how someone who calls himself Pizza Boy gets the idea in his head he can tell me about being a man and having class, but I can guarantee you that anytime you come to find me PB, you’ll always have to look up to an Altius Tiberius! And though you make bitch made little vows to not bring your pizza slicer, I make no such claim that I will hold back from unleashing my Dragon Breath! I never leave any option off the table, nor do I ever truly take people for their word, if you think I believe you in the first place. I don’t know how you think EAW was built, I don’t know what you think an adult even is, but your naïve view that if there was a face to EAW it would be anything but a monster, or that man is anything else but demon driven, makes me puke! At this rate, next you’ll be telling me our country of USA was founded on freedom and goodwill while you must take down a no-good heathen like me who betrays its values! You know what makes the most childishly appearing man the most grown of all? The realization that it’s all a joke. Boys, like you, dream of growing up being an adult with their back straight and doing all sorts off honourable deeds. Men, like Ares, they carry themselves with a certain level of gravitas that exudes this appearance that they’re some sort of dignified professional, ignoring how broken and traumatized they are on the inside from what life has done to them since childhood, completely living lives that are contradictory to their adult façade, like still needing their father’s attention and approval. There is nothing more mature than a man who knows he’s being childish.

Wake up, being a man is no such pretty thing. Let me show you, at Rite of Passage, what men truly do.

Ah, yes - the defining moment has embraced once and for all. Lioncross has put himself on display, embarking on a journey to scratch the surface of Lannister's attention. But what is the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for?" It sounds as so, nonetheless. Lioncross is primed to yield to the might of Lannister's might. The burden of these choices, leads far too astray from what was intended. These wounds run deep on your core, this much is apparent, this much is true. You never thought you'd pay the price of victory - but how one's complacency is the true root of all defeat. Lioncross is nothing more but a plague on his own desires. Your courage? Consider that exposed for what it is - a fragile misdemeanor on your subtle code. Lannister has left you defiled and blood-ridden, as your meager attempts at desperation has left you nothing but a self-serving fool. You have made yourself so damn clear, Lioncross, it's actually chilling to the bone. The Cash in the Vault briefcase is nothing but a sub-title, as you are no eager threat to any champion you wish to oppose. Because in a league of 10 men, it was you that proved to be the weakest of all links at Territorial Invasion. No worry, Lannister won't make you dwell on the past too long - because as you portray, you have in fact survived the humbling struggle that Lannister served as an embodiment of display. But that is where you are only in the element of the truth - for you happened to only survive because Lannister has delayed the inevitable. He has toyed with you for the last month, not out of self-righteousness, but because Lannister likes to see a man truly lose himself in all his inner-chaos. And how you fit that bone to the tee, an entire entity of the idea, even. But fear not, you are not the only man to fall into this widespread of demonstration. Nor will you be the last, but at Rite of Passage, you will be the next. Do you not see what Lannister has become to you, Lioncross? If your scorn and envy is to Lannister's gain - then why haven't you gotten out of the way?

Lioncross - you no longer have the luxury of basking in your fortitude of an accolade. The Cash in the Vault briefcase remains obsolete, at least when you are not using it to assault women and backstage workers. Lannister may be cruel to the heart, but you and he may have a differing opinion on what a victim applies as. Because to Lannister, he preys on victims himself, but more so in the shade of light that stands before him at Rite of Passage. The victims that are playing the charade to themselves, you know - the shade of a cowardly lion. A Lioncross, if you will. But you? Why, you are quite the disguiser, the entity of preying on the weak who wish not to contribute. This poisonous wind that Lannister has carved to be your path has surely taken its toll. For while Lioncross continues to burn his passion to the cinders, Lannister has been mustering up the strength to take the entire industry by storm. Lannister cannot seem to benefit through you, no - for he has already humiliated you once, and once is far more than enough. But there is always room for yet another example to be made. Lioncross is just on the wrong side of destiny, trying to etch his vengeance at the wrong time. Tiberius Jones would have been a far better target to swing the stakes of momentum - but Lannister sees how the polarizing stature is far too much to concede. Trust Lannister when he says, he does not blame you for trying to tempt the lion. Many have done it, in fact. But Lannister just questions the conviction in which you hold, figuring that this is somehow a passage to right the ship. A man on standing on the brink you are - so the last concept you should have been seeking out is a man to push you off the ledge once and for all. With this warfare in which you choose to wage - Lioncross shall be condemned to this swan song, the hymn of this broken man. Lannister may have left you disgraced at Territorial Invasion, but this Lannister promises you, Lioncross - at Rite of Passage, you will leave fragmented.

Lannister takes no prisoners of war, and you are surely no exception. Lannister realizes what you seek, what you wish to sew. Reborn into a clean state at last, that much will not come to the peace of mind of Lioncross. Consider this a fragrance of confidence, become like the others to underestimate Lannister's prophetic claims. Lannister cares not, but how Lannister's claim always foreshadows to resonate true. Time is an essence that applies to all of Lannister's deeds. Territorial Invasion may be in the past - but that does not disqualify it from being your prognostic path. Because at the truth of it all, you may have survived this past month, Lioncross - but you never held the grips of control. Just a dog chasing cars, playing catch-up. Do you really think anything that Lannister has seen up close serves as a threat at Rite of Passage? Your confidence is blind, a truth to that only of a broken mirror. Lannister does not spew out nonsense for the sake of intimidation factor - especially when the man he opposes knows to the core he is his own worst enemy. But how one's nature tends to be the course of impending action. Lioncross, this perspective in which is being carried, is the epitome of delusion and lust. The subsequent failure shall just be yet another chain in your downfall. And when the chronicles of history portray this decadence, it will be Lannister credited with this debacle. But truly, even Lannister cannot take the full brunt of this credit, because there is a vibe of personal undoing. You are truly a man that Lannister not fully understands. This reckless behavior is something that Lannister did not expect out of a man of your code. But well, that just speaks to the virtue that is Lannister. Lioncross is in pursuit, and what more needs to be said about the odds Lioncross carries, if he dares not trust himself to complete the deed at hand. Instead, he chooses to imitate a man he simply cannot stand equal to. Don't think Lannister has misinterpreted the situation at hand, Lioncross. You've shown your intentions on your sleeve all along. And let it be said, Lannister is far from impressed.

What a pity, a tarnished record, a poor excuse of a Cash in the Vault holder. This shell of a man that you have become, a pity as well. So perhaps it is poetic justice that Lannister is the man in which you seek. This misery, well, you sure will have company. Lannister's made a sea of red out of men that dared impose their chances. The folk tales will affirm this act as a convey of suicide. Perhaps they will be in the right of it, who is Lannister to judge. But at the end of the day, Lioncross - there is an empty page set out in front of us. Who is going to serve as the footnote, who is going to serve as the author? Lannister serves not to be a page in your history book. Perhaps Lannister shall take your briefcase for a consolation prize. It'd at the very least serve in a hungrier house, a more daring challenger with much sharper claws.

Power be dare, Lioncross, power be dare. And you, the passive lion, cannot hope to usurp this king of the jungle.

Lannister sends you his regards. Tempt them...if you dare.

 
 
 
















 
 
 
 
This isn’t going to be one of those times, my dear friend. And as for all of your dreams of revitalizing your career and establishing yourself as a main event player. They’re about to meet a…..
 
DEAD.
FUCKING.
END.
 


Oh, Kendra, I think you’ll consider this week’s action very educational. But if you get a little too close, we’ll have to use the Montessori Method. You don’t want that.