In the garden is where we encounter the perils of the world as they manifest; eventuate to the fate we subject ourselves to. And o, Tig Kelly, you subject not thyself to thy own fate, rather you subject the fate of mankind to thine own self.

And in the gardens shall you bleed from every pore as beads of sweat trickle from your brow, and seem to race the drops of blood that exit from your wounds, from the surface of your skin to the blades of grass below. And every flower and every shrub, every weed and every plant, shall bear witness to your suffering. Every bird and bee and fly, moss and fungi stands idly by, yet at attention, in the presence of your suffering. And the silence, it echos. It seems to belt out, with each cry more harrowing and blood curdling than the last. These are the echoes of your own screams. They are all you have, and they carom off of every other living organism in the garden as if these living beings were the walls that confine you. Solitary confinement, because you are at your lonesome. Yet you are surrounded - not surrounded, enshrouded - in the darkness that becomes your world. Your world of hurt. Your existence of pain. Your everlasting state of suffering. It will break you, and remold you. 

Lovely garden! Stained in blood, where Christ the redeemer came to know his own mortality. He found a kinship with the inevitability of his fate. He came to understand the futility of his own existence. Christ, the son of God, when faced with ungodly amounts of pain, cried out in the garden! At his lonesome, even in God's presence! Even in our realm, was he in his own personal hell! Christ, the redeemer, was surrounded, Tig Kelly, he was SURROUNDED YET ALONE! AND YOU, TIG KELLY, WILL BE SURROUNDED IN THIS GARDEN, BY WITNESSES WHO STAND IDLY BY AND ECHO YOUR SCREAMS, AS YOUR SCREAMS CAROM OFF THEM. THEY WILL STAND BY, AT ATTENTION, IN SILENCE, AND STARE, AS THE PAIN THAT I INFLICT IS YOURS TO BEAR! AND YOU ARE NOT THE REDEEMER, AND YOU WILL HAVE NO REDEMPTION! YOU WILL KNOW THE SUFFERING THAT LIES IN WAIT OF ALL MEN, DESERVING OF ALL MANKIND. MANKIND IS DESERVING OF THIS LONELINESS! MANKIND IS WORTHY OF THIS SUFFERING! MANKIND IS WORTHY OF THIS IMMEASURABLE MEASURE HOPELESSNESS. IT IS ALL MANKIND THAT DESERVES THE PANG OF REMORSE AND COMMISERATION - FOR ITSELF, BY ITSELF, UNITED IN DESPAIR. But you have subjected thy own self to this pain, Tig Kelly, and this pain has subjected itself to you. It lies in wait for you. I lie in wait for you. 

The Chamber of redemption is not fit for a redeemer. It is fit for a heathen, for it is a hellish place. A bloody devilish hellish place. A callous ghoulish hellish place, built with malice, what a hellish place! But you will know no such hell. You will not live to see it. I will see to it, by my duty as your Zen Guardian of light, that you will find the paradise that I see fit for you.

You will find paradise in the shadow of my blade. 

My first match back in EAW… I won. My first ever number one contender’s match for a world championship… I won. My first ever earned EAW Championship match… I’ll win. I don’t need to make claims about how I have more of an immeasurable trait like “talent” or have the fans watching the competition be behind me. All I’ve needed are the two things t I’ve had right from the very beginning of my journey as Judas all the way until now: That’s dominance and intelligence. Friday, March 17th, 2016, I dominated my “first” ever opponent in EAW. I broke his leg, tearing the muscle around his knee completely from the bone. He was a small time rookie who’d had his chance to make it big and I didn’t hold back when I turned his biggest dream into a living nightmare. Things would continue to escalate. I would be faced with tougher challenges as the weeks went by. My opponents would get bigger, faster and more experienced and yet every match I competed in would end the same. Each Elitist that dared cross me would find themselves damn near having amputating their leg as they tapped out to my Calf Crusher, the tears welling up in their eyes from the sheer amount of pain surging through their body like a shock of electricity. It would take half a dozen men every time to pull me from the broken man that laid in front of them. Dynasty’s Elitists, from the high heavens of the main event all the way down to the dark pit of the lower card, I was feared. Former World Champions that were otherwise considered EAW’s saving grace had to use underhanded tactics and cheap shots to overcome the onslaught that I brought to them but not even that was enough. I would come back every time and I would put them down for the count. The Pizza Boy by himself could not beat me. Cyclone by himself could not beat me. Brian Daniels by himself could not beat me.

NO LONE MAN COULD BEAT ME… and they still can’t.

There has not been a single instance in singles competition where I have fallen victim to my opponent. The one time and one time alone that my shoulders were successfully pinned to that mat was when two glorified Pizza Boy fans, two men not even signed to an EAW contract, hopped a barrier and attacked me out of spite. The loss has never bothered me. The reason for that is because I knew it took not just Cyclone to defeat me but it also required distractions from Brian Daniels and the Pizza Boy as well as a direct attack from what can only now be described as Cerberus’ lackey’s lackeys, Barney M. Bailey and Tony Rolland. It took five men, both directly and indirectly, to barely put me down. It took weeks upon weeks of blindside attacks and dirty tricks to try and weaken me, bloody me and knock me down but even after all of that I was still the saving grace of the alliance that I formed with Drake & Jones.

The thing is, I look back at these moments and I realise that there were two reasons for my defeat in both matches that I mention. In my match against Cyclone it took outside interference like no other to even put a dent in my win-loss record. Given my history, there’s not much doubt in my mind that if it were not for that stain on the match then I would have walked out the victor but alas, for now that’s nothing more than semantics. Then we look at the events leading up to my TLC match at Pain for Pride 9. The numerous amount of times that I was the one singled out and attacked for being seen as the most dangerous threat no doubt left me heading into Pain for Pride at less than peak condition. I had to be continuously knocked, pushed and kicked down time and time again and yet still I put up more of a fight than Drake & Jones ever could have hoped to as they spent more time lying on their backs than they did fighting for “their” Unified Tag Team Championships. Two Caustic Echoes, a Pizza Cutter and a Rising Tide through two tables onto the outside are what it took to keep me down long enough to pull the championships down… but just barely. Even after the severe damage I was put through when I was dropped practically on my neck, the same place where I’ve had two injuries since my debut in EAW, I still got back up and was within reach of reclaiming what was rightfully mine from atop that ladder. That takes more than just talent or luck or a strong mind. You need to be physically dominant to accomplish the feat of pure strength that I did and that’s not even the point I originally intended to make. My point is that, in defeat, I learned. I paid close attention to what my downfalls were and I made careful note not to let either of them happen again and guess what? Neither of them have. I walk into Shock Value with momentum entirely in my favour and not a scratch on my body. Boy, Impact and “Voin” have no idea what they’re getting themselves into. Not a single time was I the victim of a beating or backstage attack. No, all it’s been is talk, talk, talk and absolutely no action.

That’s a big mistake.

The week after I won my opportunity to face Aren for the EAW Championship, what happened? We had a sit down interview where the two of us talked and nothing at all of value was spoken about. It was the most forgettable moment of my entire time as a member of the Voltage roster and it’s no wonder why. All Aren has ever been able to do when he talks is plant the seed of doubt and, when you’ve seen him do it time and time again to the likes of the Savage Ryans, Vic Vendetta and Carlos Rosso, it starts to become white noise. It’s not the seed of doubt any longer so much as it is the seed of self-doubt. It’s an inferiority complex. Aren Mstislav, even as world champion, doesn’t truly believe in himself. He tries to get inside people’s heads and make them doubt themselves because he knows how it’s caused from self-experience. He’ll target something new, something fresh, because he knows that that’s their most vulnerable weakness. This is why he compares me to Judas. To him, Judas is something else entirely. It’s something he hasn’t seen from me before so he’ll try to manipulate my mindset and make me believe that there’s actually a difference between the man in the mask and the man under it. I’m not that foolish to allow him to get inside my head like that. There is no difference, never has been and there never will be. The mask has never been anything more than a tool. People didn’t know who Judas was and so they would come after me as hard as they could and they would test me. As Matt Miles I knew they would hold back. To them I was the guy who came back from injury but as Judas I was a newcomer taking names and making his own as the weeks went by. I had a target on my back and it was one that I wore proudly. Then, come Pain for Pride, I knew I was ready. Judas already had his hold on the EAW ranks and now it was time to take advantage of that. Every single night I still walked in and walked out with the same momentum that I had except now people weren’t seeing a face that they feared but a one that they had become endeared to. It was like black and white, yin and yang, a small part of the other still being inside both personalities, and I played everyone like a fiddle while you were dealing with a different instrument. You were having temper tantrums over your matches with Impact and all you could hear in the background whenever you were on screen was the sound of the world’s smallest violin. It was truly, truly a sad moment.

Am I honestly supposed to believe that the same man who could barely man up to a challenge put in front of him not even a month ago is now supposed to have undergone some kind of change? That the facepaint and the new name makes any difference? Perhaps you could have said the same to me had I not already proven my worth as Judas already but I look into your dark, lifeless eyes and see the same weak-minded individual that I’ve seen since the self-destruction of RAGNAROK. When you gazed into the mirror this morning I can bet that what you saw wasn’t what you tell everyone you are. You saw the same fraudulent, cowardly, spineless hack that you see every other morning.

It doesn’t matter if you call yourself Voin or Aren or fucking Peter for all I care. All you’re trying to do is become a wannabe Norman Hellion and it’s easy for everyone to see right through this pathetic attempt to imitate an untamable beast when you’re the whipping boy of Brett Kennedy’s sloppy seconds. This “split personality” you have is just a paper charade for you to pull the wool over people’s eyes and make people think that there’s a difference. What’s the matter, Aren? Regular old you just couldn’t cut it? So, instead, you make your best effort to rip off one of the men that you’ve never been able to beat and try and turn it into a gimmick. Let’s face it, that’s all Voin is. It’s a gimmick. You put on some facepaint, act less restrained just to get your anger out and that’s it. There’s no actual depth to this character that you’ve created and that’s how we all know it’s all just for show. If you need any further proof just look at how you had to be carried to victory against The Sanatorium by Methuselah and myself and then, after the match, got your ass kicked so badly that it hadn’t been that sore since you were still in the closet with Nas. When I was laying into you, raining down fist after fist into your face, I can tell you now that it didn’t feel like it was this “Voin” I was punching. It felt like I was watching a poor excuse of an EAW Champion getting his face pounded by his former tag team partner. Let’s not pretend it’s the first time I’ve had to carry you through a match either but that’s not a topic for right now.

What matters right now is Shock Value. You and I are going to be in that ring on opposite ends of the battlefield for the first time and I already know what to expect from you. I’ve already seen you pull absolutely everything out of the bag and the one time you actually had the balls to talk it was easy to see you were scrambling for something more to say. You have absolutely nothing on me because I’ve shown you up in absolutely every way possible. That’s why this isn’t an underdog story for me like Y2Impact would like to pretend. This is like when the shining white knight slays the dragon and wins the princess. Right now, I’m the knight, the two of you are that dragon and the EAW Championship is what I’m going to win. You have nothing to prove otherwise because I’ve always been better than you when it’s mattered. The entire buildup to this match has been you cowering away in whatever hole you’ve found for yourself while I’ve been winning matches with ease week in and weak out. You can’t possibly have been training, not with this fake self-righteous attitude you’ve brought upon yourself. Somehow, some way, you’ve managed to cover up your inferiority complex by layering a false superiority complex. You’re like a teenager, really. In your head you think- or know, rather, in this case- that you’re not good enough and that you won’t amount to the expectations that your peers have set for you but you do your absolute best to try and mask it with a cocky attitude and a lack of effort…

...which brings us back to this “Voin” persona. It’s a perfect example of that lack of effort and proves your inability to even be somewhat original. It’s just you in darker clothes and makeup. Voin is the Spider-Man 3 of Aren Mstislav’s career, a reference I’m sure Impact will just love. It’s weird, it’s unoriginal and it’s going to tarnish a reputation that was already somewhat in the dumps as it is. You coming out as Voin this Saturday would be like if I came out as Judas despite you already having the knowledge of who he is. It’s pointless. Mask or no mask, face paint or no face paint, I’m still Matt Miles underneath just like you’re still Aren Mstislav underneath this simplistic personality you’ve forged. You want to prove me wrong? Tell me where the hell Voin came from. What caused Voin? What made the lightbulb in your head light up and convinced you that this was a good idea? Now I did some research on this little name you’ve created for yourself and it’s supposedly some loose translation for “warrior”. I see no warrior in front of me. I see a worm. Worms don’t fight; they hide. Worms burrow themselves into the ground when a threat comes near but even that isn’t enough to stop the early bird. It just so happens that, this Saturday at Shock Value, I’m going to be the early bird and you’re going to be MY prey, Aren, and you’re not going to be able to escape from me inside of that High Voltage Cage. You’re going to be at my knees begging for mercy and I’m going to strike you down once and for all as you pay for your sins and your wrongdoings against me. I’m going to bask in the pain that I’m going to cause you and then? Then I’m going to win.

As for Impact, well, let’s put that rambling about concussions to rest, shall we?

That little bump you took on your head, Imp, wasn’t ever about me, really. Sure, I caused it and I can do a lot worse than that but when you get down to the core of the matter and really look at what went down, it’s about you. You say that no one could have predicted how you’d land on your head but you sure could have. If you had actually stayed focused then you would have known how to protect yourself. The truth of the matter is that you’ve missed a step in these past few weeks. The Y2Impact who was still actually winning world titles and not just competing for them wouldn’t have made such a rookie mistake and would have actually ended up catching himself being thrown out of the ring and would been able to adjust accordingly. Instead, you were caught off guard by me reversing the Walls of Impact because you didn’t expect it out of me and ended up hitting the thinly padded floor below like a ragdoll. You hit the floor, the referee counted to ten and that was all she wrote. This isn’t so much about me being as good as I say I am so much as it is you NOT being as good as you say you are. You WERE good at the Grand Rampage. You WERE good when you won your six world championships but you WEREN’T when you faced me and it all boils down to your attention span and, by extension, your ego. You’re too busy looking at yourself in the mirror to see the trouble that’s creeping up behind you. The look on your face is going to be hilarious when you realise you’ve let another opportunity slip through your fingers, almost as hilarious as how you think I was talking about THAT match with Carson Ramsay.

Here’s a newsflash for you, Impact: I beat Carson TWICE. The time that you just so happen to remember is not, in fact, the match that I’m referring to. If you recall I actually faced Carson under the guise of Judas before Territorial Invasion. No distractions, no cheating, just the two of us one on one and not a single member of Wolvesden to be seen. Oh, but yet again, doesn’t fit your agenda. Whoops. Come on, at least put up some kind of fight here, Imp. You know for a fact that I’m just telling you exactly what everyone else is thinking about your “incredible winning streak”. Let’s not act like it’s my fault that I’ve actually be legitimate names over the course of these past few months and you haven’t. You’ve been given the easy pickings and now you’ve suited up in your big boy pants like you’ve just beat DEDEDE, Jaywalker and CM Banks all in the same month. Those names you mentioned may as well be the same local talent from a backwater town that you tried mocking me with. Yeah, you’re damn right I wouldn’t have unmasked myself had that happened but what’s your point supposed to be? That if I’d been embarrassed that I wouldn’t unmask myself? Oh wow, are you psychic or are you just about every other person in this planet? Of course I wouldn’t have but it’s not like I would have ever needed to have worried about that, is it? What moronic statement. Aside from that, you’ve just been repeating yourself. That’s honestly even worse than the backtracking I called you out for because, instead of changing topics after I’ve proved you wrong, you’re just pretending I didn’t prove you wrong in the first place. I’ve already told you why I know I’m going to win at Shock Value. Just listen to everything that I’ve been saying from the start. You’re too caught up in your own self-worth. “I’m great! I’m the most talented man on this roster! I have six reigns and I’m about to have seven!” It gets so old, so fast, and you don’t stop because no one cares about what you’re saying and you can’t accept that. Maybe this’ll give you some closure: The reason that nobody cares is because nobody buys the bargain bin deal you’re trying to sell off as brand new. You might just be the most accomplished man in EAW but you’re not the most talented. Those two things don’t necessarily have to connect. While they may intertwine, and while you certainly are talented, your success isn’t defined purely by some immeasurable trait.

The thing is, I already pointed out just how you’ve been backtracking. You called me out for the creation of Judas so I told you the real reason, not your ideal story, and so you said that you didn’t care.

That’s backtracking.

All because you don’t like the answers that I’ve given, you’ve shrugged them off like you were never even interested in the first place. Try as hard as you like to pretend that’s not what you’ve been doing but people can see and hear you for themselves and know that you’re a stone-faced liar. Just like this “bass in my voice” comment. I’ve always had this attitude towards you and, despite everything, I can’t believe that this of all things is something you’re still caught up on. I laugh at you because the way you talk has been nothing short of amusing. Considering you pride yourself on “learning from your flaws” you sure do seem to be stepping along the same path you did when we faced one on one. You still can’t admit that that was more than a fluke. That’s your vanity getting in the way, not mine. You’ve been spewing hot garbage in my direction from the moment you opened your mouth and it’s still the same hot garbage now. Where, in any of what I’ve said so far, did I say that I dominated you? Nowhere, nowhere at all. I beat you. That’s it. That’s all I need to say and you get riled up. So much for that “composure” when here you are sounding like Aren when Carlos forced the two of you into a match. It’s like, instead of knocking down the pins that I have set up, you’re setting your own ones up and knocking those down instead. It’s so overtly transparent that I wonder if you’re even trying to make it seem like I’m actually saying these things rather than just looking for a space to vent about your insecurities. I mean, hell, look at how mad you got at such a throw away line about a decade long career. IT’S HYPERBOLE. You know, that thing that you’re usually oh so in love with using. During the start of your career it was very, very easy to get to the top and don’t you lie and say it wasn’t. The Mr. DEDEDE’s and Jaywalkers of the world were still rookies to EAW and so were you. What you’re not comprehending is something that you wouldn’t be able to anyway because you’ve never known any different what you’ve gone through. Once you get to the top, that’s where the fun begins. The top of the mountain is where you get those opportunities that you want and, if you’re good, it’s very easy to stay up there. That’s why this is considered a mountain. The climbing is what takes the most time. The EAW you debuted in was barely anything more than a hill at the time and you and everyone else that made their name during that time were lucky to have made their mark then and there. Now your job is just to knock people off and hope someone doesn’t drag you down with them. People like me, people who’ve been put through injuries and come back in half the time it should have taken them? We don’t stop climbing. We’re prepared. We do whatever it takes to get to the top of that mountain, no matter what setbacks we’re forced to deal with and we do it.

This time, I get to the top of the mountain.

Shock Value #3


Reed, Oklahoma , Wednesday, 4:30 p.m.


(The scene opens in the ghost town of Reed. The afternoon sun just begins to set over the deserted building along the main drive. The scene cuts to the a lumber yard where off in the distance a lone figure can be see standing by a small pile of 2x4s. The with a Montage of various shots of Solomon Caine nailing together the 2x4s as the last portions of daylight turn to the darkness of night. The scene shifts to a shot of the 2x4s assembled into long X shapes standing upright on the ground, grouped together in a semi-circle. The camera pulls back slightly as Caine steps towards the center of the circle.)

Caine: "Do you understand yet? Have you received the comprehension necessary to fully grasp the works of my masters? Why come and build new memorials, upon dead land? To symbolize the what is that come. To demonstrate how at the end of ages none will be remembered. But also to lay to rest the wickedness that infects all of mankind. To burry it six feet under, in a place no one will bother to come looking for it!"

(Caine steps next to the X on the far left)

Caine: "Here lies pride. Pride that has blinded men to the truth. That has deafened their ears to the sweetest whispers of my masters. Pride that festers in the heart of Jakob DeLion and Danny Knoxx. See it is pride that keeps The worlds most wasted from accepting the truth. That they are too weak to stand even against the test of men. For all the boasting they will do, they have yet to speak truth. For all mocking words that spill from his mouth, it is him who is the biggest fool. Go ahead and mock me, for you both of you already know it will do you no good whatsoever. You have already gone down that route, and it has only heaped more hardship and misery onto you. Do not let your evil mouths continue to guide you. Approach the altar of my masters with humility this Sunday, and they may yet deal with you mercifully swift."


(Caine walks over and stands next to the memorial second from the left)

Caine: "And Here laid to rest is vanity. Vanity which has turned men like Ahren Fournier away from my masters, and into the arms of wretches. It is your vanity that has fueled your addiction to praise, even if it comes from filth. How sad it is that you could not find the self control necessary to prevent your own damnation. Instead you have insured that the wrath of my masters will befall you. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SPARED! But now all that you may do, is to be made a sacrifice to honor the name of my masters. Why? WHY?!? Why must you have delivered yourself to doom?! Why could you not hear the words of those who sent me?! All of the gifts you possess, wasted! What could have been a great servant has become nothing more than ash and dust."

(Caine steps over to the next grave in the line.)

Caine: "Here is where disrespect lays. For too long it has twisted the minds of men to its foul purpose. Minds like the one of Mike Showman. Mike, hear my words. You speak of wins and losses. Of glory and honor. I speak of life and destruction! I seek not silver nor gold,I quest not for praise of adulation, I only seek to survive! You say that I am nothing but smoke and mirrors, but I say I think turn that where you see smoke, fire is never far behind. The glorious reign is coming soon, and when it does you will bathe in a pool of your own tears, for in those short few moments you'll have left you will think back to now, and how you had dismissed the works of those who have sent me as illusions. On that day you will beg for mercy as your flesh is torn away from your bones. That is no illusion."

(Caine steps next to the forth in the line.)

Caine: "And next we see the grave of delusion. The delusion that all that you have made will stand for ever. The deception that all you do is not in vain. THE LIE THAT YOU ARE A HERO AND NOT A GODDAMN HEATHEN! Have you heard me Alonzo? Have you Stared the truth in its eye yet?! Or have you plunged yourself further into your rotten fantasies?! Have you stood so long on your sick deception, that you have deceived yourself?! You grasp desperately to a world beyond the stars, but you fail to realize that the one in front of you is about to crumble away beneath your feet. You seek a greater power that can move mountains and twist minds, this Sunday you will encounter this power first hand. And when you do you will be brought to your knees and obliterated before my masters' altar. Prepare yourself Alonzo, for the clouds will not be able to hide you from the flood of fire that will envelope you.

(Caine moves on to the next grave.)

Caine: "And here lies sickness which spreads from one to another, and weakens all that it comes into contact with. Sickness like JD Damon, who clings to all before him who he deems as stronger than himself and leaches off their life blood. You could suck the whole world dry and you would still not be able to stand on your own. You are that which afflicts and cripples those who are strong. You are a harlot who whores himself out in service of anyone who you think may be able to save you. No one can. Not those you cling to, and not the parasites that feed off of you! Prepare yourself for the chosen hour of their arrival, for when it comes You will be consumed by the glorious reign. Your suffering, a lifetime's worth. An eternity of crying out for salvation as you feel the flame eating away at you!"

(Caine moves on to the sixth.)

Caine: "The final resting place of wealth. The great corruption of the masses who all look to steal more of it. But these foul fool know not that the more they acquire, more will slip thru their fingers. The more they invest, the more bitterly they will weep when all they have made has been ripped apart from the foundations of the earth. Wealth has deceived and poisoned many, but none more so than Jon McAdams. They have told me of how you cower in fear from them now. You fail to realize that last time wasn't even a speck of the power they hold. When we last crossed paths I told you they would tear you apart piece by piece, and this Sunday they will continue to do so. Your great and grand lifestyle will swallow you whole, before you have new. Spit back out with not so much as your name to you. You cling to your chose. Protector, but he could not save himself, much less will he be able to save you on the day that you receive your just punishment. Cower in fear Jon, for it at least shows that you have finally respected those who sent me. And when the hour has come Jon, present yourself as a willing sacrifice to their will.

(Caine continues on the the second to last grave.)


Caine: "this is the final resting place of doubt. For it is doubt that feeds the others, like milk from the bosom. It breeds these in the hearts of men. It is doubt that looms over all who refuse to hear the words I speak. It is doubt that that gouges out the eyes so men can not see the works the works of my masters. This is the doubt that they have found in you Maero. They call upon you, and you turn away. You will not listen to the sweet whispers, so you will be made to hear the scream of you and aaaallllll whom surround you! Yours is tears that will collect like an ocean, yours is blood that will run like a river thru the streets, and yours is flesh that will char and blacken as it burns away to nothingness! You speak of pain as if you are friends, you are not but strangers to each other. But this Sunday you shall become well acquainted to one another. You speak highly of you speak of highly of your demons, and evil of my masters, have you ever considered that they are one in the same? Or have you simply closed your mind like all the others who must be made example of?! You criticized me for following the whims of my masters without question, it you do the same with yours. When you are given a task from you master Diemos, you carry it out without hesitation, and yet you see fit to criticize me for doing the same? Who is truly foolish among us? You have squandered a great opportunity. You have squandered salvation! Now you will BURNNNNN!!!"

(Caine inhales deeply before moving on to the final grave.)


Caine: "And this... This is where I shall lie if I fail my masters. For death is the only outcome for all who have not been deemed worthy by them! ALLLLLL THAT I HAVE SPOKE OF SHALL BEFALL ME IF I CANNOT CARRY THE PURPOSE THEY HAVE CALLED ME TO SERVE! WHAT EVER SUFFERING WILL BESET THE PUTRID HEATHENS, I WILL BE SERVED TEN FOLD. THIS SUNDAY, WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES THE EARTH, THEY WILL DEMAND A SACRIFICE... even if it is he who has served."


(Caine takes a few steps towards the camera which lands down slightly as he bends down to pick up a large metal canister. Caine begins to pour out the contents of the canister on each of the memorials before pouring out the rest in a long trail on the ground.)


Caine: "I will not be the one who is offered, mark my words. For all of these thing they have told me, and they must be so."

(Caine pulls a match book out of his back pocket, strikes one up, and tosses it at his feet. The trail of gasoline catches and soon, all of the memorials are set ablaze.)

The end.

Everybody's got a reason it seems as to why, in their minds, they're going to make it to Road to Redemption 10 to compete in such a vile structure as the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Nico, he’s been through Trial by Fire matches, and First Blood matches, and I guess I’ll echo his sentiments when he says he’ll keep coming until he is stopped dead cold in his tracks, which hasn’t happened to this day. Yes, I have to admit, that in the current state that our brand is in with all the trades, defections, and voluntary quitting, it says a lot for a guy to be able to pick himself back up and keep pressing on. Ryan, he’s proclaimed himself the future, and really who is to say for sure that isn’t the case? I know I haven’t. He has a go-getter attitude, and like many he claims to be ready to take it all for himself, right now, this year. This match, he like Nico feels the match result is a forgone conclusion destined to workout in his favor. Yeah, ambition. About that, I mean it's not as though it's a bad thing to have, but is he really truly DESERVING??? I dare all of you watching this week to ask yourselves that very same question as it pertains to Mr. Marx and think unbiasedly when thinking of this man’s rather biased opinions of himself. Is he, a man of very little to show for and so much more to prove, ready for the bigger tests on a weekly and monthly basis? He’s not green by any means, but he hasn’t really had his moment in the sun yet nor has he consistently taken care of business when all eyes were on him, to be making such claims as being the next pillar of EAW. It’s still too premature to be making a statement like that after being in this company only a quarter of the year.  As for me, well, I’ve already acknowledged that underdog status I walk into this week with. I’ve already stated my purpose in the first video I put out, and as far-fetched as it may seem to be? Kicking down doors is all people do to move up here. It took Ares Vendetta a year to secure his first title, the now retired Pure Title, and basically two years to become the man. Nobody gets anything handed to them, but you know, why am I trying to explain myself? Would I still be here if I wasn’t ambitious enough myself??? Isn’t it safe enough to say that by putting MY body through the rigors of many battles in recent times too that an Extreme Elimination Chamber match would be another step in MY evolution? Isn’t it safe to say gentlemen that we all sort of have a certain kind of passion for this business, a drive to achieve more? Yes, yes I believe it does. In fact our commitment and drive is what keeps us coming back every week, but then again you guys already know this. So while I stand by my assessment of who is deserving and not deserving, let it be known that it goes back to my original warning, and that’s that anything, and I do mean anything can and will happen this week, mark my words.

Your contentious views come as no real surprise to me, Ryan. You aren’t the first Elitist to sit there and call themselves the next pillar of the next generation, or a Messiah. You’re like the 110000457694 person to come waltzing through those doors spouting that mundane BS. Hell, last season Mexican Samurai assumed that was the mantle that he held in his time on this brand, and he shouted it loud and proud too. He was the Millennial Messiah, just like you are trying to convince yourself that you are. Once he dropped the act though, he took off. Let me ask you, Ryan. Do you have the scars that Nico Borg has from his respective wars against both The Pizza Boy and Tyler Parker? Have you been thrown from the top of ladders in a Cash in the Vault match, trying to take a hold something that could cement your future as a world champion  yet, or even risked life and limb by putting yourself through a flaming table to gain a number one contendership? Please, tell me Ryan, what makes you question how deserving Nico Borg or myself may be by comparison to yourself? You’re more ambitious, and more willing to sacrifice? Please, don’t flatter yourself after only three months of dedicated service to your craft in the most prestigious wrestling company in the world.  Some make it out of the three month trial period, and then start to leave their proverbial mark, while some simply fizzle out. I don’t care what any of your peers have told you. They tell you things to give you encouragement and motivation. They want you to stay hungry, cause in most cases the ones telling you those things are the ones that have been where you are at, trying to make it work, but after years of commitment they finally see the payoff. Aren Mstislav, it took him over three years to finally get to the top. Lucian Black, it took him much, much longer. Those two are just a couple of examples of what true commitment and dedication really is. The others, the ones that are going through the same trial period you are? They may be given title shots, but like you they are hoping to find a breakthrough somewhere. You’re doing alright for yourself. Call me self righteous if you want, but am I really that when I'm merely pointing out the facts? Your sympathies...Ryan, it took me nearly a year to win this New Breed Championship. It took Nico Borg nearly seven months to win his. Ryan, both of us have consistently shown why we deserve the recognition associated with being champions well before we were champions, but we still had show how much we wanted it. You, in all your entitlement, you try and sugarcoat it as ambition. You want the big payoff after only a few short months. You want truth? You were never meant to win this New Breed championship a couple of months ago. You’re going to have to show your so-called ambition some more and take a little further for a little longer. You won't win on Saturday, Ryan. It ain't your time, and I've already pointed out many valid reasons why. Rite of Passage may have been a coming out of sorts for you, but make no mistake, Ryan, your defeat on Showdown is inevitable. It will show everyone how much further you have to go, and how much harder you'll have to work to get to where you want to be and get that payoff that you are longing for. Saturday won't be slaughter, just a nice cold hard reality check that you need. You can count on it.

Nico, I think we both know at this point that this elitist is anything but lost. Do I look like a JJ Silva, a man that relied so heavily on the influence of being in a once moderately revered group such as the Omerta to keep him afloat? Tell me, Nico, do I look like a Chris Elite right now in this day, a man who didn't recognize a true challenge that was the new breed scramble series, a challenge where he could have put to rest any doubt he ruled the New Breed? So, please Nico, enlighten me. Who else do I remind you of? I give respect where it has been earned. Why don't you try that on for size. I may not like some of your methods, but I can't really argue with them at this point, now can I. I attacked Chris Elite and then a month later I took his title, and made it mine. Though, even as lowly as you and many others will view this title, I'll still hold it and defend it and hopefully if all goes right continue to raise it back to respectability. You...you actually seem a little lost when assessing me this time around, Nico. I would've never figured. Both your conjecture of me and your foresight of the future are poor. There is nothing, absolutely nothing you can say, that you can EVER say that will decide my fate this week or going forward. Yeah, you've given yourself to this, your vocation as you call it. You’re the favorite, but don't act like you can't be upended this week or that might spell your own doom, you know that. You are wrong about me being lost, just as you are in assuming I'll turn out be just like Silva and Elite. You are right about one thing though, and that being the tables have turned in your favor. The roles have reversed. I can hear my old self in you, Nico. So self-assured that this match is going to be my downfall, the beginning of some sort of downward spiral for me just as I thought back in July for your fortunes. There is a good chance, a great chance in fact that you're wrong about that too. If you win, Nico, IF you win, I'll have made you earn it, you have my word on that.

So, what do I wrestle for? Well, i do it because it's what gives me that feeling, the feeling that i have a purpose in my life. It use to be that it was only about success, and stepping on others just to get what i felt could be mine. It still is, but the things i feel can be mine have changed, hence why i decided a while back to change. I decided it wasn’t going to be for the betterment of my career to continue on the path i started on this season, where i really believed i was better than most of what this brand had to offer. My attitude was that you couldn't beat me on your best day my worst. I've since adapted through the different experiences I've been through. What keeps me going? I love what i do. I love competing. I love waking up every Sunday to see whats on tap, who I will be wrestling on any given week. I realize I'm not the only one with these feelings, just one of the select few that are not afraid to express them to the EAW Universe. Most of us, we immerse ourselves so far deep in our delusions that we actually become convinced they are our reality. I don't need to silence critics or make believers out of skeptics. I've already done a great deal of that and more lately. When Showdown is said and done, you won't think of those words when you think of me. None of that sappy shit will come to mind at all. The only thing that you will think of is the realization of the impact behind those words as I will wrestle my ass off out there and risk it all, throwing caution to the wind and perhaps even take away the moment that you two clamor for. So ask yourselves these two questions seriously. Is it your time? Are you the one? Soon, very soon we’ll all find out.

SHOCK VALUE I: THE INITIAL SHOCK OF TRUTH.

NO. NO. NO. THIS BLATANT FEAR MONGERING WILL DO NOTHING. FEAR IS BENIGN TO ME.  

(Nathan Fiora is seen in his hotel room, relaxing with a group of six half-naked women.  He is sporting a platinum-colored suit with a rose on one of the pockets.  Fiora grabs his Hardcore title, puts it on his shoulders and takes out the rose.  He proceeds to take a scent of the flower and puts it back into his shirt’s pocket.)

THE SCENT OF YOUTH IS LOVED ABOVE ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD.  

Many have stepped up to my face and have told me that they’d defeat me.  More have claimed that they would be able to take this title off my hands.  Today, I stand here on top of the mountain that I’ve been wanting to be since I was very little.  My name is on signs across the world, the very signs that I saw when I started out in this business.  I’ve been untouchable since then, but there seems to be the incoming threat.  This threat is claiming to take everything that I’ve worked for and has sent several messages to me throughout the last couple of weeks.  The threat’s name?  The man that EAW calls Drastik.  A man who has made a legacy for himself in this company and intends to continue it by “reclaiming” MY Hardcore title.  Are you kidding me?  This is simply the most disgusting thing that Carlos Rosso has done to anyone in this brand.  I wanted the best competition; not some old hack who probably lacks the stamina and composure to make a great match.  This is not fair to me and it’s not fair to these peasants out in the world.  My name deserves to be praised and not dragged to the ground because of preferential treatment.  This is the reality of the situation and I’m getting sick of it.  People should be chanting my name every single night, but these imbeciles turn their back on me and cheer for some part-timer.  They’re rooting for some guy who’s going to leave in a few weeks.  How in the hell is this just?  It isn’t; that’s the answer; it’s sickening.  The just answer in this situation is to forget thee who hath fallen.  Who are these individuals?  They are the ones who have turned their backs and walked away from their own roots to become nobodies in nowheresville.  Drastik is the latest addition to the list of people who think it’s okay to go back and forth from EAW to nowheresville.  How many times has Drastik done this before?  Let me count.  One, two, three, four-fuck!  The cosmos may never end up knowing.  

(Fiora grabs a glass cup and takes a drink out of it.  The color of the drink is blood-red and it seems to be a very thick liquid.  He drops some of it on the six women around him.)

THE BLOOD OF THE WEAK WILL BE CONSUMED BY THE STRONG.

Drastik, why are you stating the obvious?  Of course I know who you are.  You are a very coveted persona in this industry and you have tons of accolades.  Everyone knows this, so why must you repeat the same old malarkey?  I could talk about how long my title reign is and what I’ve accomplished in my six months here, but I’m looking towards the present, not the past.  Please, you don’t scare me at all; you seriously have nothing to say that would shake my foundations.  The most hypocritical part about your whole rebuttal was the fact that you said that weren’t like everyone else who’s come back.  Let’s look back a bit; you come back, but then you always end up leaving. Sounds like quite the on and off relationship; maybe you’re not as stable as you appear to be.  Let’s go back a few months ago; you were seriously suicidal, which makes me question your health.  Why are you even allowed to be here after feeling that kind of way?  That is so dangerous to everyone in this locker room; you’re a danger to yourself.  You do not have any right to be in a ring after your kind of behavior.  In addition to that, you don’t even stick around.  You just kiss up to every official this company has to get a random opportunity that you didn't fight for at all.  I earned my title by sacrificing my body for these monkeys Monday through Sunday for years and you just get to stand in front of the line because of your “legacy”?  That’s a load of bullshit.  Tell me how that is promoting the future of this company, because I don’t see how that does.  Why are we depending on old men and not these scrubs who might actually benefit from facing a glorious champion like myself?  We see this with so many veterans yet no one does anything about it.  Enough is serious enough.  Drastik has yet to see what it means to be on my land, but he’ll soon realize that it was a big mistake to pick a fight with the God of Hardcore.  I’m not letting this whole “Returnees get what they want” facade continue because I’m going to end it.  This isn’t a game against you, Drastik; this is just plain ass reality.  We aren’t back in 2011 where you were the biggest dog in the room; this pond has become into a deep ocean.  How’s it going in your broken boat?  

(The room immediately turns black and screams are heard.  The room’s light turn back on, but the sight is a very shocking one.  Nathan has the head of what appears to be a Drastik replica.  The head is not only disfigured, but is full of the red liquid that Fiora was drinking earlier.  Fiora ties the head’s neck to a rope, hanging on the ceiling.)

YOUR DISFIGUREMENT WILL BE APPARENT AFTER YOUR SOUL IS ETERNALLY CRUSHED. 

Do not underestimate me.  Please don’t; I’m actually trying to save the bitter taste that will arise after you take a loss from me.  That will be the Drastik decision that will ruin your chances of every coming on Voltage and even EAW.  Yes, you’ve won the Hardcore title several times, but what you fail to recognize is that this is MY turf.  Since this is my turf, we’ll be playing with my rules.  You won’t know what to expect out of EAW’s most extreme.  You’ve been watching me, you say, but you won’t be able to predict the actions of a God who will not be conquered.  I will do make sure this title never leaves my waist and that’s final.  Don’t try to make me think otherwise; I believe in the truth of my word and no one else’s.  No man has defeated me in a title match and no man will ever do it.  Stepping into this ring with me will be an honor on its own, so you can brag about it when you go back to your retirement home.  Will I visit you there?  Hell no.  I don’t give a damn about you and I never have.  You can cry like the little bitch that you have always been and get those teen emo tendencies out of your system.  Your system will fall apart, while mine will continue to be built upon, taking on the best wrestlers that this place can offer me.  You could also say that you’re going to sink, and not swim.  Test your luck this Saturday; it’ll be the end of any that you had in the first place.  Before I go, I’d like to welcome to the Fiora Empire.  It’s like nothing you’ll ever see; dominance and assertiveness are my key components.  Treason is not accepted, but you’ve already broken that law.  You can guess what happens next while I get to my own business.  Caio.

(Nathan grabs the Hardcore title and grabs the rose once again.  The rose is crushed, with thorns and everything, causing Fiora’s hand to pour out blood.  He looks into the camera and smiles.)

YOU WILL SINK. FORGET ALL OTHER OPTIONS.

(Camera fades into Ahren Fournier with a cat laying on his shoulder)

 



Hello everyone, this cat on my shoulder is Jennipurr, remember the stuffed cat? Well with a bit of magic fairy dust and believing she came to life last night, and I have a cat now. Anything is possible. I'm Just kidding I bought her at the pet store, stuffed animals don't just come to life.. Jennipurr what do you think about my upcoming match



 
Jennipurr: Meow



 
Ahren: That's what I thought, a cat that meows, have a carrot jennipurr 



 
Jennipurr: Meow



 
Ahren: Because it soothes the soul, makes the coat glisten



 
Jennipurr: Meow



 
Ahren: Pretty amazing how i’ve taught her how to meow on command isn’t it? I’m magic ya know



 
Ahren: Anyways Jennipurr, I was just kidding cat.. here have cat nip 



 
Ahren speaking for Jennipurr: thanks 



 
Ahren: No problem 



 
You see Jakob TheLion, Jennipurr is apart of your family, the cat family. I'm studying her mind, her movements, I'm going to find out all her tendencies and see just how to beat you. I see you didn't mention me last time... you're saving me for later you say?.. mmm well doesn't that sound frisky, I like the sound of that. I'm touched really I am, that you find me to be such a big threat that I deserve my own little thing. Say what you will, but know this, with Jennipurr on my side, you're as good as dead. And by the way seeing you're a part of the tag team Worlds Most Wanted, I think I may just call the cops and tell them where you are. Boom you're out of the match. But for real you act like you’re smarter, and better than everyone in this match, which ok, I get, but what is so innovative or creative about that? You sound so generic when you do it, it’s ridiculous. You sound like every single person that’s ever walked into this company, spewin ghte same shit, and trying to act like you’re the first to do it. You know what would be original? Telling the truth, saying how you’re frightened that you have to face the Trill Fairy at your first FPV, because you know how much better I am than you. You know how I know you’re scared? First of all you haven’t even mentioned me, which means you thought I’d forget about you lion, but I didn’t. FOR NARNIAAAAAA!!! Get it? Because the Lion in it? Aslan! Did you know the lion in that book slash movie, was supposed to be allegory for Jesus Christ? True stuff look it up. Pretty deep for a childrens novel. But Yeah honestly I had no idea you were in a tag team with Danny Knox, but that makes two tag teams in this match, and little ole Ahren Fournier fending for himself. Another reason I think you’re afraid, you have your partner in there with you because you know you can’t do it on your own. Just kidding I know you didn’t make the match. Maybe EAW is afraid of letting you do it on your own, because they know you’ll flop as a singles competitor. Who knows. Oh but the Worlds most Wanted will never disband! Yeah right, every team in history broke up, you’re not special. No matter I can face the odds, and conquer all. They don't call me the Trillest Bat Fairy, with aquaman powers for no reason. Up, while talking, apparently he did post another promo, and I again wasn't mentioned. You know what that means? He's scared. And he should be, I know how to handle pussies... DOUBLE ENTENDRE BOOM!



 
Ahren: Go lay down Jennipurr, the cat man has been talked about



 
Jennipurr: Meow (goes and lays down on his feet)

 
Ahren: Aw, cute, that was cute. Now Jon... you are the biggest moron I've ever talked to other than Mike Showman.. Funny that you two found eachother, it's just too perrrrrfect. Did you like that one jenny?

(looks down at cat, shes sleeping

She loved it. Anyways, a month is a unit of time used with calendars which is approximately as long as a natural period related to the motion of the moon, month and moon are cognates. That is why months exist, they're not just random names for 30 days or 31 or however many February decides to be. That's why it changes, the moon. It's the moon cycle that decides what a month is you ignorant fool. It's not just 4 weeks that makes up a month. By your logic, Halloween and Thanksgiving are in the same month. Christmas and Thanksgiving are in the same month.. stupid fuck. But never mind your incoherent babbling, and pretend that what you said was right, which it isn't but whatever. Worst month of my career has me at 2-2... which is .500, sounds pretty good to me. You've never had a better month than that.  Have you ever won 2 matches back to back at all? My worst month, would be your best. Gloat all you want about taking advantage of a man with his back turned, after your life partner did all the work for you, to me it's just pathetic. You're Pathetic, you're trying to outsmart a genius and it's not going well for you. If you want to argue facts, then please read a book and educate yourself on the topic at hand before doing so. Less you look like the ignorant fool that you are. 



 
Solomon Caine? Thanks for your concern, not that I asked for it, but thanks. I think I don’t care what the voices in your head think though. Remember back in May 2011 when the rapture was 100% going to happen… Then it didn’t? Then remember in December 2012 when the world was supposed to end? And it didn’t? I feel like you’re sipping on the Kool Aid of whatever voices are in your head too much, and when it’s all said and done, you’re going to miss out on life. After all we only get one right? Why not take it for all it’s worth. Girls throw themselves at me, I’m going to do them. Fans want to cheer me on? I say go right ahead. What kind of idiot would yell at people for liking them? That’s just weird. Now just go back on the floor, and stay there.. Just stay, no one understands what you’re babbling about, or wants to.




And last, and probably least, we have Mike Showman yet again. Every time I see that he spoke I feel like I’m in a time warp, like I’ve already experienced it already, like it already happened. BECAUSE IT’S ALWAYS THE SAME CRAP. Childish jokes, though he says I’m childish. My parents should’ve wore a condom ha… ha…ha, so funny. So it’s funny that I’m teaching safe sex to the youth of America? That you should always wrap it before you stick it? Hmm? Is that what you think? I’m doing a service to this country you fool. It was a stupid English lesson? Me helping you is stupid? Why? I helped you out so much. Did you see how much stupidity you marble mouthed out? I’m trying to make you a better person, I’m trying to make you sound like less of a fool, head my advice. You did need it, I don’t understand how you could possibly say that you didn’t after all the mistakes you made. You know these things aren’t live right? You can have multiple takes if you mess up. If you didn’t know that again, you’re a fool. And if you’re tired of repeating the same shit over and over again, then here’s an idea, why don’t you…. Wait for it, because this is a doozy… STOP REPEATING YOURSELF AND COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE??!!! SIMPLE SOLUTION RIGHT!! Not to someone like you with no common sense obviously. If you want to say something else, try to find another flaw with me. I know it’s hard seeing that I’m oh so perfect, but you seriously say the same things over and over again, just because you can’t think of anything else bad to say about me, so you’re panicking, hence you calling me a retard all the time. It’s the only thing you can ever come up with, which is a cop out. With me, I can find so many things wrong with you, like your terrible English, I mean seriously, are you sure this is your first language. One little error Mike? One? Sure, that would’ve been an oversight I’d be willing to glaze over. But did you see how much I needed to correct? The People with Class showing how little schooling they actually had. I’m giving Mike English lessons, and Jon Science lessons, I’m expecting my check in the mail. Also more stupidity out of Mike Showman, he’s complaining about wrestling me again, because he wants to move up the ladder of the company, and apparently that doesn’t do that. Umm hey, you moron, you do know that this match is for a future championship match? Isn’t that what you’re here for? Isn’t that what you want? Jesus Christ you’re dumb. It doesn’t matter who’s in the match, all that matters is what you’re fighting for. How can I drag you down when you’re in the midst of opportunity? Deep breaths Ahren, Deep breaths. Can you believe this guy Jennipurr?



Jennipurr: ZzZzzZZ



 
Ahren: She’s asleep, look how cute my cat is. Anyway, yes Mike, it does bother me that you got that bullshit victory. You should know that as a fact.. You know why? BECAUSE I’VE ALREADY SAID IT DOES!! WOW YOU’RE SO SMART.. Sike may be the dumbest man I’ve ever encountered. Let me repeat myself, because you just won’t let this one little topic go. Yes it bothers me that you won, because I know how much better I am than you. I know that without hitting me in the balls, you would never have beat me, another cop out from Mike Showman. I was outwrestling you, you panicked, and cheated. Wait this sounds familiar, have I.. Have I said this before? Oh yeah, I have…. So you know what, I’m done explaining what happened, because I’ve already done it in great detail. Instead I’m going to show you the fire that burns inside me, the aggression that you’ve lit. I’m lit. Your smugness has gotten you this far, your cheating has gotten you this far. But that’s as far as you can go, because after Shock Value? The next great face of EAW, becomes, The great face of EAW. Period. End of story. Next.


(Camera closes up on Jennipurr as she naps, and fades to black)

 
The challenge in your words have started to lose their value. Over and over, since the beginning of our careers, your message has always been the same. No matter how many times we fight and no matter who wins, you’ll always say the same. If you win, it’s a show of your dominance yet again. Proof of your prowess over an entire division. And if we win, it’s clear that we somehow scratched one out. It was pure luck. It’s not that hard to figure out what you’re operating by. The amazing thing is how you’ve all managed to make it this far operating by the same ridiculous logic. That’s clearly why all of this got its start. You all act like we’re trying to wipe you from existence. No, that’s what you want to do to us. And then I hear it all the time. I hear these outside whispers that Sirens and OGs is a thing because the Sirens want to be the OGs. It couldn’t be more false. From the day I came here I’ve been fighting for survival. It was the same for all of you once, but you’ve all eased into these places now. You’re comfortable. You can come and go as you please, and you earned that. The rest of us don’t have that luxury. Some of us have to fight for everything we get, and then fight even harder to keep it. That’s what this is more about. I think for some of us it certainly felt like you three were banding together in an effort to put your foot on the throat of the rest of the division. You stood tall above us and mocked us and told us we didn’t belong. But we do, and we’ve proven that before. And that’s where the beginning of this statement comes back into play. We say we belong here and you say we’re not allowed to point to any match as proof of that. Yet you will point to a match where you beat us as proof to the contrary. If the past doesn’t matter, then yours doesn’t either. If we can’t have the things we did in our careers so far, then you don’t get to have anything over us. I’m not naïve though. I’m not a child. I know that’s not the way it works in your minds. But will I stand here and just take it? No. I won’t stop fighting for what I want and what I believe in. I care about this division, too. And I don’t think the best thing is to have three women on a pedestal while the rest of the women fight there way to get there. Maybe that makes me boring as Empress of Elite, but I do things the way I want, so shut your mouth and deal with. If you could find a moment to shut your trap and just sit and listen and actually use your brain, you would see that my time is better served competing and working hard and taking my guaranteed shot and winning. What else do you expect me to do, walk around in parade style, waving and begging people to bow down and kiss my feet. That’s never been the kind of fighter I am. That’s never been the kind of champion I was. I don’t demand people bow down to my feet. I beat them into submission and make them quit at my feet. I fight them until the last thing they see in our match is me standing over them with my hand raised. That’s the kind of Empress I am. I’m not a dainty little bitch demanding people respect me wherever I walk. I’m a conqueror that fights for what I want. I don’t wait for people to give me things. I take what I want.
 
Yet somehow that makes me entitled. Fighting for what I want makes me entitled. No, not expecting things. I wouldn’t even call you three entitled. Even after everything you’ve accomplished only to reach a point where you now expect things because of the past. No, we’re exactly the opposite of entitled. At least especially me. Listen to your own team member bragging about how she wants to make me go back to my humble beginnings on a farm. She wants to put me back where I belong. I’ve never been entitled. I never has the position to be. I get on the card every week because I’m a fighter. I don’t expect to be on the card and I never have. I make sure I’m on the card with what I do. But someone like Cameron really comes across as naïve. You have every right as legends to want to prove you are dominant over rising competition. But you think it’s sad that said competition would want to fight back? You’re kidding, right? It wouldn’t shock me if you really do put the bullseye square on me in this match. You’ve already indentified me as the potential top target. I say bring it on. I’m ready for the fight. I’m not fighting for pride or status at this point, I’m just fighting because it’s what I do. You of all people should know by now that when you really challenge me, really try to come at me and put me away, I am as dangerous as they become. Or have you already forgotten that from before? I didn’t step up and challenge three OGs because I was trying to get attention. I did it because I wanted to fight you three. That’s all it was about. But for some reason, that just crawls under your skin. I’m sorry, are we supposed to just bow down and sit on the sidelines and let y’all do your thing? Because I like to settle things in the ring. You know how I operate anyways, not sure why you expected anything different. It’s most disappointing that you keep banging your head against the same wall and expect a different result to come out of it. But at least you don’t do it as much as the other two.
 
Two women who I respect and who give me the finger back. That’s fine with me because that’s who they are and that’s their style. They can’t expect me to change in return. HBG has often likened me to that kid on the playground that gets picked on and just can’t hang. Perfect sense she knows she’s always been my ultimate bully. She created this David and Goliath-like mythology between us. For whatever reason, we have always been perfectly at odds. Even as she promised to take everything from me over and over. The truth is I’m the only one that ever took anything away from her. And now it’s been ages since we actually fought each other. Only to return at this junction. Her words are always designed to sting hard. The same can be said with Kendra. But these words lose their meaning over time when they are simply different versions of the same thing. They aren’t exactly masters of the cerebral that can crawl under your skin and get you fired up. But, hey, occasionally it works and I can just imagine that wide smile they get on their smug faces. The same tricks are always tried on me. You don’t belong, Cailin. You’re a loser, Cailin. How could you possibly believe you can hang in a match with me, Cailin. It never changes. And then they go into these matches believing they’ve got some mental edge over me. They think I’m mentally crushed by the weak insults and clichéd phrases they deliver over and over. It’s no secret that none of us are capable of developing a mental edge this week. It just won’t happen. Not in a war like this. This is all a game of inches. Who makes the mistakes and when. There’s a lot of confidence on my side, that’s true. But the level of self-assurance on yours is so sure it borders overconfident. That’s where those mistakes occur first. Not true you say? Ask the Elitist boys why the New England Patriots didn’t finish the undefeated season all those years ago. Look at the Golden State Warriors. Even the greatest teams falter. Sometimes the pressure to prove you’re the best can overcome you. We aren’t trying to prove we’re the best. We’re not trying to prove we’re the new OGs or any ridiculous shit than that. But we are more than capable of proving that we are indeed better right now. Better than you care to believe or admit. Better than you go around boasting to be. Cameron says it all the time, it’s about right now. The truth is just because you achieved some great things in the past, it doesn’t mean you’re going to do it now. It doesn’t mean others aren’t capable of achieving their own greatness. And that’s part of what you three are standing for right now. It’s not really about protecting your greatness, it’s about finding ways to shield others from your group. It’s about exclusivity. And yes, that is entitlement. So you can call us the brats and falsely claim we’re trying to claim your game for our own. But it’s just you trying to hang on to your status and make sure no one else has the chance to taste it. That’s just sad. Because at some point in your careers HBG was just Tarah. Cameron was just Aria. Kendra was just me. It applies with everyone in the Vixen’s Division. We’re all fighting to be the best we possibly we can. And if you’re truly good enough to reach those high plateaus, than you will. You’ll smash through the barriers, even if it’s a three-woman blockade that calls themselves the OGs, and you will reach it. Some people would want to take the easy way and go around it. Some would want to make deals and give up a piece of themselves along the way just for a chance. Fuck easy. I do things the hard way.
 
To the still scorned ex-girlfriend. Aria is right, you know. I mean, some of what you do anymore is sad to see. We have tried to move on from everything. Not move on without you or past you, but just move forward. And yet no matter where we go, you’re there lurking in the corner for a jump scare. So much of what you do is scheming to get back at us. I focused so hard and trained my ass off during Empress of Elite. And if I ever shifted my attention for a second, I could see you standing off to the side and talking about how you were going to go right into the finals and beat me down. But I still sit here understanding why you did everything you did. I can connect to it. I get why you are saying these things and why you want to be my ruin. I understand your need to hurt us and why it goes beyond what you’ve already accomplished. Sometimes it feels like the only thing that matters to you is standing in my way. Even over the others. So it makes sense that you join in and make this human road block just a bit longer. I’m not as selfish as you believe. I do hope you can find peace without killing me in the process. But at the same time, I’m not the type to just lay down and let you get what you want. I don’t feel badly about what happened or how it ended. Sometimes things just don’t work out. Maybe there aren’t always destined to be or we weren’t. But when I’m preparing to fight for you, I don’t think about that past. I think about what I’m about to encounter. I know you and who you are and what you are. And I know how competitive you are and the lengths you’re willing to go with your body in order to win a match. I am ready for all of that. I’m physically and mentally prepared. You tell me I better have my best match ready. Would you expect anything less? If you truly say you know me, then you will know what to expect. You will know what you’re about to see. This isn’t about games for me. This is about fighting this war until our last breaths. That’s for both sides. And someone like you and Veena, you’re the wildcards in all of this. Sheridan and Haruna, too. You all didn’t have to be a part of this. You all don’t even have a battle in this fight. The only thing I know for sure is carnage. That’s what comes out of this match. Lots and lots of carnage. And we aren’t the highlight match of Shock Value, but we are damn sure to bring the house down with this war. There’s no gimmicks or games. No tip or tricks. This is pure war. This is a fight to the end. They told us to end it, so we shall. At the end of this, everyone will be left to rebuild in someway. I’m fine with mass destruction. I’m fine with collateral damage. This isn’t my first war and I know damn sure it won’t be my last. I know what I might have to do in order to win this match. No one wins a war with clean hands, not when they’re fighting on the front lines. I’m prepared to do what it takes to win. And I will. I will come out on the winning end of this battle. And I might just do it covered in the blood of my enemies.

SHOCK VALUE #3

Man and animal are similar in so many ways. Both animals and men are almost similar in their physical characteristics, we both have two eyes, a nose, a mouth and at least two limbs. They are sometimes similar in their behavioral characteristics, we have seen men and animals behave in an almost similar manner in many a times. They are certainly similar in their desires because all men have desires, physical mostly and that is same as the animals. However there is one thing that separates animals from men is the fact that animals do not have an awesome brain like we do. We think using that brain we are blessed with and that is the reason why we are at the top of the food chain. We have tamed almost all of the animal kingdom, including fierce animals like lions and tigers because no matter what they fierce things they have, we always out think them. We think therefore we are the best. However, there are some instances where I question myself, are we really as intelligent as the researchers and the scientists classify us to be? Do we really always think sharply in situations as it is expected of us? Truth be told, if we were having this conversation a few weeks ago then I would confidently said that we are the smartest, we are the best and this topic would never have come up. But now, I am not so sure. Because I have met people you know, people who have opened my eyes to a completely new and different category of human beings and to be honest, I am not proud of this category and every time I think about them, it fills me up with disgust. Because this category of humans displays it’s ignorace in a level that is astonishing. They refuse to understand simple points told in simpler sentences and try to impose their own stupid opinions on top of those. This category of people live in their own world surrounded by fictional characters who bow to their every whim because after all, it’s their world. And you know what the fucking irony is, I will be going up against such men in a wrestling match and as an added bonus, I have to hear them bicker every day or so with many “things” they feel are so much relevant because as I said before, they refuse to understand simple points told to them in simpler sentences

You know, I have never been a man to hide behind riddles and rhymes so I will say this directly, Ahren Fournier you fall into that category I was just talking about. But you know, you are not just a simple member of that category, you are the crown jewel. If those people ever form a kingdom or something, you will be the king and because I know you pretty well, you would probably be thrilled because I just called you a king. You will probably dance around naked in some place and take a video of it and use that to irritate me some more because you don’t have the mental capacity to process what I really meant when I said you would be the king. Ahren, don’t you have anything else to do? You know, like giving out condoms to more people? Hey that reminds me, I recall someone who could have really used a condom and they are your parents. I mean, seriously, if only they had used a condom on the night they decided to have some fun, the whole world would have been spared from dealing with you and your bullshit. Oh wait, not to mention your stupid English lessons because quite frankly, they are stupid and I don’t need them from you. I know my English pretty well Arhen and if my English has been  a little error filled lately it is because of the fact that I am tired of repeating the same shit over and over again. The same old shit that I have been saying ever since we first fought on Voltage that you simply refuse to understand. You know, I want to be creative, I want to be challenged and I want to go up in the ladder of Voltage but somehow the management finds situations to get you and me in a wrestling match and so I keep getting dragged down. You talk about a war, but the thing is, I don’t want a war with you. Don’t get me wrong, I love a war. Because I like to give people a false impression where they think they can somehow beat me in a conflict and then just relish the look of shock and surprise when they find themselves beaten and destroyed but you, you have already lost. A war against you would be so boring and one sided that I would fall asleep fighting you and yet somehow come out as the winner. I would rather sign up contest of friendly fire rounds with Jon because quite frankly, that would me more interesting. But yes, I sense a very interesting thing here. I see that even though some time has passed since we met in the wrestling ring, you still think about me and that the loss I gave you still burns you from the inside. Every night when you lie down calling it a day, you dream about how I beat you and then a week later made you look like a fool right after you fought Jon. You might deny it, but I know that every time you are out trill fairying, you physically distribute condoms, but mentally, you go back to that day, to that episode of Voltage where I pinned you one, two, three in the middle of the ring. That is the reason why you spend so much time trying to look so cool in front of me. This is why you spend so much time trying to catch my faults and telling the people how that victory was just a fluke. This is why even when you are speaking to Jon, you can’t resist bringing my name up. You can’t resist to take a dig at me even though it is Jon you are referring because right now, I have become a part of you. Honestly, this makes me quite happy because this is all I ever wanted. Right from the day you humiliated me, I wanted my image to be pinned inside your head forever like a bug and it has happened. You know what will happen now? Slowly but steadily, that bug will eat your head bit by bit until you are too tired to carry on. Look, I will be honest with you, I want to see you destroyed Fournier. I want to see you bloody and battered in the middle of the ring so that I can show your face to the whole world and tell them that what happens to people who mess with me. Then, I will take a snapshot of that face and then smash the phone using which I took that picture because that is how much I hate you and your constant need to express yourselves in a stupid way which always distracts me from doing whatever it is I am doing. Your destruction would give me the ultimate satisfaction and trust me that will be more satisfying than when I blow my load inside the mouth of a girl. If I were you Ahren, I would not be too excited about Shock Value because that match gives me a perfect chance to do the bloody face thing. It gives me the perfect chance to gift myself the ultimate satisfaction and trust me when I tell you, no amount of trill fairying will save you. So instead of talking, I say you start preparing.

You know, after dealing with all the bullshit from Ahren, all I want is to have some sane discussion with any intelligent man who knows what the fuck he is saying. But again the irony is that in EAW, we have a man who has multiple PHDs he obtained at quite a young age but yet, he turns out to be batshit crazy. Man I love this place. Well anyways out batshit crazy ‘Mr PHD’ has performed his research on me and in the result, he sadly calls me a prick and I am disappointed. Why disappointed? Because I haven’t even met him properly yet he calls me a prick. Maero, on what basis exactly do you call me a prick? Is it based on the opinions of others? Because let me assure you, these people are all jealous of me and my quick rise. These people or you may even refer to them as fellow wrestlers see me as a threat who would one day rise above them taking much shorter time than they took for the same and so they use words like prick to give themselves satisfaction. It’s just like people hating the most intelligent guy in the class. You would know that right? Because after all, your degree show that you must have been very intelligent back then. Did you get bullied in school? Is that why you turned out like this? You know what, don’t answer. I don’t give a shit about what you were as a kid. Well anyways, you then call me a joke and again I ask you, on the basis of what? I have won all my matches here and there is no one in this match who can claim that they have beaten me. No no no, wait, are you calling me a joke because I flash my wealth and class around here? As far as I know, there are a lot of rich people who do the same. So are they jokes too? If you become rich one day and you flash your wealth, then do you become a joke too? You are a PHD and even with my limited knowledge in that field, I understand that you get that degree not because you just gave some random opinions about something, it is because you proved it with research and the others approve of what you have proved. Where is your proof of me doing things which lead you to the conclusion of calling me a prick or a joke? Dude, I expected better from you because you are a PHD and all that shit but then again, I see you are friends with Ahren Fournier so, I guess this is kind of expected from you? Oh damn why does it always have to be Fournier….Anyways Mr Black Sheep, I don’t fear you. I have seen men like you who think they have done it all and know all sorts of things just because you have achieved something remarkable in a particular field. I mean, you might be a hotshot in the academic field, but here in the middle of the ring, you are a nobody and to be honest, it really shows because I know how you have won half the matches you have participated in. Yes, you guessed it right, interference from the Sanatorium, aka the group of people that sucks Eclipse’s dick the hardest. You must be a really good at sucking because you are still in the group. I know that interference in matches is how you actually roll and manage to stay relevant and I know if you fight single matches without any one coming in, you will actually lose. You compare me with trash, but I know who the real trash is, you and Sanatorium and you don’t need a PHD to understand it. This week, however, even if Sanatorium decides to come out, People with Class will be more than happy to send them home with injuries because I won’t allow anything to come in between me and my victory. I will get my hands on anyone and I will even hurt those cute little Barbie dolls you have on your team if it comes to that.

Well at least Maero speaks man to man unlike Solomon Caine here who uses theatricality in order to make himself look more menacing. Caine, I said it before and I will say it again, all this you do is plain bullshit. Now, I don’t know who your master is but if he filling your head with these ideas and pushing you to a world of theatricality then I suggest you just go and slap him for a start because he is clearly letting you down a wrong road and if you keep on following this road than winning this match? Not going to happen. But yes, if you follow my advice and do what I said, you are still not winning. It’s not just you in general, no one is winning that match except me….or Jon and that’s the whole point I have been trying to explain, but you people just refuse to listen and pile on more of your shit on me like I got nothing to do. You pile one more of that bullshit with your master, Ahren makes more trilling videos and what not. Look man, I don’t know who will weep bitterly, but the way things are going, you certainly will. Because real men fight in a ring which has real men and not ghosts and shadows. You might be all cool performing behind all those made up things you have with you to make you menacing, but what happens when someone breaks down those walls and exposes the real you? Will you cry and beg for forgiveness? Will you fight like a man? Personally, I would stick to begging because only fools show courage and valor when things go against them. But still, even if you beg, I won’t spare you. I really have little space in my heart for beggars and cripples and who knows, maybe my beating will actually shake some sense into you and allow you to see things more clearly. So, maybe it will all turn out for the better. Right Solomon?

Now interestingly, this week someone new has decided to open his mouth and he is none other than Jakob DeLion who also happens to be one of EAW’s newest acquisitions. Let me tell you a bit of history about this man. This man, ever since joining this company, has made it a routine to constantly be on the wrong side of people by just pissing them off. To be honest, I kind of like that you know. I like it when people, especially newbies, don’t get intimidated by the old and already established stars and take the attack right to them. Good work kid, I like it. Also, I am glad that you are loaded. Maybe that is going to come in useful after the match, you know, to hire a good doctor for all the hits and bumps you are going to take. Maybe also a lawyer because the amount of cry over just petty matters, I am confident that you will file a lawsuit against each and every EAW superstar for any sort of bump you sustain. You know, I find it really interesting that you had dinner with my mother, my mother whom I have never really met. My dad has given me hints sometimes as to how she was but other than that, no clue. So the question I would like to ask is, how did you find my mother? Other than somehow getting my father utter her name, there is no chance that you will be able to find her identity. Or did you have dinner with some random woman or with many random women? Well either way, having dinner with a woman is not classy. I am sure all these people you and I hate all have had dinners with one woman or the other but they are not classy. So, maybe your understanding of what class actually means needs to be changed? Either way, no need to worry. I am sure you and your team would learn plenty from me and Jon aka People with Class. If you want, we can even take you as our apprentices which would accelerate your learning. But anyways, that is after Shock Value because right now we have bigger things, isn’t it? Jakob the way I see, the only thing you have done thus far is bitching, bitching about how EAW isn’t fair with you, bitching about you should have been given more chances, but the thing is, you have lost the majority of your matches, if not all I think. Forgive me because I don’t follow matches of lesser known people, but have you won any match here? I don’t think so and again, I might be wrong, so don’t go crying about it. The thing is, you are talking to a man unbeaten and undented and right now in a team which will take the reins in the tag team division very soon and as a result spread to all the brands. You moan about EAW trying to destroy you and your team mate, Mr whose-name-I-totally-forgot but look at us, Jon and me. We too had the same negative vibe but did we moan about it? No. we stuck together no matter how much negativity the people and the other fellow wrestlers try to spread and last week we destroyed a fellow newcomer who is so scared of us that he is hiding in his mother’s basement right now. No one gives you anything Jakob, you just have to take them from their grasp and leave them crying over their loss. You might have traveled over the world Jakob but they did not teach you much about that now did it? Or they did and you just skipped it because you thought you are too good to listen? Either way, those aren’t going to help you in Shock Value because those were in the past, only to be savored and listened to at leisure times. Shock value will all be about the present and here, right now I am the better man. Look at the statistics man, I have more wins than you, less losses than you and I am seen as a future prospect. Unlike you, I am not a moaner. I am a winner. Maybe when your expensive doctor is dressing up your wounds after Shock Value, we will discuss as to who became whose bitch.

Well, this might seem to be a monotonous part, but I am simply running out of ways to explain that no matter what happens, I will win on Shock Value. I mean, I have given facts, statistics but still these foolish people bicker and argue like five years old arguing for their lollipop. To be honest, I would love to see these people making up excuses for their loss because quite frankly, that is what they are going to do after shock value

Cheers

Cheater. You see I've been in EAW my whole entire career bouncing back and forth from Showdown and Dynasty and never have I faced a cheater. Someone who really goes through anything to win knowing that you can't win without it. I've been in the same situation but this is when EAW was extreme. I've used anything to my advantage except for putting my feet on the ropes to get a win so that I could look like I'm over a legend. To look like I'm better than someone. And then you think you have the right to just come out and say that I don't deserve a rematch. Face it.. you can't beat me without cheating and I can prove that to you any day.. any time. We were both told that this could lead to a title shot and if it does just know damn well I'm not just going to beat you.. I'm going to really hurt you. However, this Friday I don't get the chance to face you. I don't get the opportunity to ruin your "happiness." I get to prove to you that you're just a stepping stone to me just like Anthony Leonhart is. Anthony.. I'm already on a streak of anger. And when you start to pull my anger out of me, I turn into this thing. I turn into this beast that cannot be stopped. Leonhart I just want you to know that as soon as we step into this ring I'm going to look at you like you're Castillos. I'm going to run right through you. I'm tired of all of these "new kids" running on the block thinking that they can use me. I'm tired of these kids being "cheaters." If you want to face me how about you face me like a man and actually beat me. Leonhart.. I'm going to be a savage when I step into that ring. I'm an extremist at heart. I'm a killer at heart. I will treat you just like I've treated all of the other people that I've stepped into the ring with. The Hawk Nation follows me with every step that I take but as the beast.. I'm sorry for my actions but I'm going to be something that you've never seen before. You see there's two sides to me.. There's this snake side of me.. this side of me where I'll take anything at will to destroy you.. This side of me does not care about the rules. I don't care about anything. What matters to me is that I get the job done in anyway towards anyone I step into that ring with and if you want to step to me.. I will.. hurt you. And with you Leonhart.. I'll send the message not just to Castillos.. but to everyone else that wants to do the same thing to me. I don't face cheaters.. and if I do.. I'm going to ask you to step into that ring with me again so that you'd actually beat me.. but the funny thing is.. you can't. Leonhart you can't beat me and nor can Castillos. I can't wait to get my hands on the both of you.. because once I do.. there's no escaping. There is no escape for either one of you. Leonhart you are going to be the message. I really cannot wait to ruin you. I can't wait to take apart every single piece of you. This Friday Leonhart.. this isn't just a match for me.. This is the return of someone that Castillos should not have brought out of me. A Viper.. a man that does not care about anything. And once you face it Leonhart. Once you see that I'm going to break you.. Castillos will see the same thing.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 




 
 

 
Hey, here is something to consider.


There comes a point in every man’s life where they must get up, look at themselves in the mirror and think real long and real hard about the choices they are currently making. That man could have their reasons, but are they thinking only for themselves? Do they stand there and feel proud at the man that currently stares back at him? The soulless glare from the symmetrical fortitude might be enough to make one man proud. A Nathan Fiora type perhaps? It all is dependent on how those choices and actions are affecting the ones around them. Is it selfish to say that? Yes, but it is also selfish to be that man. I try to avoid to be that sort of character every day, because I know I am more than that. I know what it’s like to fall into those sorts of actions because I’ve been in those shoes before. I’ve lost friends because of them, and I truly thought deep down that those said actions weren’t doing any harm. The mistakes I were making I continued to ask for forgiveness, but it didn’t stop the repeated cycle I was trapped in. In fact, the mistakes were getting worse, but I was too blind to see. I had a mentality that stuck to the, “everybody makes mistakes,” quote, but I never decided to build and learn from the slip-ups. It took me far too long to realize what I was doing, and when I did realize it, it was too late. I fell too far deep into a hole that I couldn’t climb up out of. A bystander’s viewpoint can see as plain as day the way the friendship of myself and Marco Fedor works. I’ve had people chewing on the lobe of my ear saying that Marco is looking for any opportunity to stab me in the back, and trust me I’m not as blind as you all think I am. I can see the signs. He cost me the Hardcore Championship by bumping into that ladder, he does his best to put himself more in the spotlight when we stand in the ring together and he continues to say time in and time out that his success is his sole focus. I’ve had tag team partners in the past that do the similar things that Marco is doing, and yes they have all stabbed me in the back. It seems to be a trend. But the difference between those assholes and Marco Fedor is that I look at Marco Fedor and see a man who has incredible potential to not only be a main eventer in EAW, but a possible Hall of Famer. And yeah, you can laugh at those comments, but I won’t sit back and deny the truth. He is an incredible performer in that ring with amazing mat-skills, who doesn’t take any shit from anybody. He doesn’t just say things without reason – he continues to back them up. The reason I decided to take him under my wing a few months back was because he has so much more to learn. Marco is stuck, and is struggling to find his way upwards. I look at him and see a myself in my youth. He’s had opportunity after opportunity slip through his fingertips and he falls right back down to where he started. From Hardcore Title opportunities to a shot at Aria Jaxon’s Young Lion’s Cup – he goes out there and goes hard, but falls flat. I wanted to become his tag team partner so I can show the world the potential he has. When I light a fire under his ass, you better believe he’s going to go 100%. I’m that motivational factor in his life that inspires him. But with all of this guy’s possibilities to be one of the great’s, his actions lately is what’s seriously giving me doubts about him.


Marco, it’s like you’ve got this second personality sitting in that brain of yours waiting to pounce and ruin absolutely everything we’ve built. This is what people are seeing when they look at the two of us – they see this complex partnership that’s bound to break sooner rather than later. Honestly, it’s getting a little embarrassing for me. Sometimes I wish I could tell people that we were better off continuing our singles career, but I know us better than that. For the love of fuck, we’re about to enter a tag team tournament that you begged me to put our names in for, and then do you not only start ruining opportunities for me to have solo success, but complain that I’m not serious about the partnership that I wanted to form? You’re currently that man looking at himself in the mirror, but you’re not contemplating your mistakes. In fact, you’re blaming me for some of them which is ridiculous to think about. Name one time I’ve actually made a mistake since the two of us joined forces, because the one that’s currently in my mind right now might be the fact that I wanted to join this partnership in the first place. Again, that is me doubting this team because of your actions. When you decided to slap the shit out of me last week on Voltage, what was going through your head? What did you think you had to gain from that? Were you trying to make a statement? I hate to say it but you’re acting a little childish here, and I don’t want to become a babysitter to a little boy who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way. You deserved that Murder Crusher last week, and hopefully it knocked some sense into you.



Now I know what you’re going to say next Marco, and I’ll save you the trouble right here and right now. You’re going to apologize for your mistakes, you’re going to say that you’re going to give it everything that you have come Shock Value in our Shock Collar I Quit Match, you’re going to say that you’re not going to ever quit and then you’re going to say that you’re willing to let bygones be bygones and become a successful tag team heading in to the Grand Prix. I hope that fucking shock collar has the ability to make you wake up to yourself. Honestly, I’ve heard it all before from you. I lit a fire up under your ass at the Hardcore Invitational a few weeks back, and you left that match with the world talking about you. They started saying that you have what it takes, but again, since then you’ve fallen back down and are struggling to climb back up. I’m not going to be in your face like I was in the build-up to Territorial Invasion, because this is just a one-on-one affair between you and me. I’m not walking into Shock Value expecting to lose, but I’m not walking into it expecting for you to lose either. We have a huge opportunity in front of us to steal the show, so let’s do just that. There’s going to be no easy ways out for you, because I am going to show you The Hannibal Lecter of Hardcore. No rollup victories, no excuses and no running away to Mama Fedor. Come into Shock Value, be a man, and prove to me that potential I know you have. Because if you don’t, I might have to find a suitable replacement for the Grand Prix. The choice is ultimately yours whether you’re willing to make it or not. At Shock Value, there’s going to be no opportunities to apologize for the mistakes you’ve made, and no openings to let me know what you’re feeling. Truthfully, I don’t give a fuck right now. We won’t be partners, we’re going to be opponents and that’s exactly what I’m going to be treating you like. Get your shit sorted out, Fedor. It’s almost time…

An all-black car would pull up in the arena of The Resch Centre in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Everyone damn knows who that is, it’s the Star boy himself! Armani Colace! Several cameras outside rush to the car to get the best view – until the car stops in its parking space and the anticipation is near.. The door opens slowly and two very feisty hot, blonde women come out. But we can hear Armani in the car still.

“Ha, wow look at that view, damn. You see this is why ladies love me, and of course, I love the ladies. Tonights show is going to be A KILLER!”

He’d chuckle to himself, before you see this 6’1 man with long brown hair and a nice little tuft of a beard come out of the car dressed in a furry coat which drapes down to his ankles and an umbrella in his hand. He’d go straight to the camera, the two ladies stood by his side as he would begin to speak.

“Ladies, and Ladies. Or Gentlemen if you swing that way, hey, what does it matter to me, I perform for everyone. I mean look at me! Tonight, is the night that The Great One, The Woman Seducer…. [deep breath] Arma-ni… Co-lace… thrives to the attention and the thrill of performing and DEBUTING in the amazing EAW Franchise.


I say performing, and debuting, because you know, everyone knows who is going to win, it’s me of course. My opponent won’t know what hit him, have you seen him? Exactly. All the male stars will want to be me in a few weeks time because I shine. I perform for the people. I give everyone. (Especially the women) what they WANT! WHAT THEY DESERVE!


Everyone better stay tuned, because hell, this show and my debut is meaning a lot to me right now. Nobody is going to get in the way of this. Nobody will destroy, damage or hurt THIS. BECAUSE THIS. IS. A. STAR!”

Armani would look around, shutting the door to his car thanking his driver, he would then begin to walk into the arena, the cameras still on him the women by his side at all time. People start to look at this man with a furry coat carrying an umbrella as he walks backstage into the arena. He would stop, you’d see wrestlers behind him walking around doing what they are doing before their match on the show.


He’d take his umbrella, and firmly tap it on his left hand in a “beat you down” motion. Staring into the camera he’d say these words;


“You see, this is what I came to do. I have the history, I have the experience, I have the BALLS. I have what it TAKES. To Shine. Nothing is going to stop ME. Not even this billy goat who claims to be Lars Grier.”

I don't mind being the one that kicks open the door to get things started this week. That's kind of what this Elitist has been doing lately, kicking...kicking those doors in, and kicking them down! Talk low of the competition that I've been fielded with, and I'll simply take it as a complement of how far I have been willing to go and how hard I've been pushing myself. Tell me I have no business being here, and you'll have simply repeated all the same outdated shit that everyone else has. Come on, don't be too shy to jump on the bandwagon. It's the safe bet. I mean, let's face facts here. I'm certainly willing to. Oh, lookie, lookie, a nice new extra bit baggage I have to lug around for the foreseeable future. However, it's not this shiny little trinket that has gotten this elitist more and more attention, no. Its coming through during moments like this week on Showdown. So I digress a bit from any talk about my accomplishment at Rite of Passage, because kicking in yet another door this week is the objective. The summit though is still so very far away, like another galaxy away. Ares Vendetta has such a stranglehold on that Answers World Championship that he took with him from Voltage, it's really hard to bet against his self-assurance at this point or any point until someone unseats him from the top. Of course I expect all the different forms of overused hyperbole will be thrown down this week to try and stake some sort of mental advantage when truth of it all will ultimately be answered in the ring. I'm not a betting man by trade, well, maybe when the payouts are for free and the only thing that's lost in the end is your sense of common knowledge of what is normally as good as gospel, and common knowledge says that Nico Borg won't beat Ares Vendetta for the Answers World Championship, and the same goes for Ryan Marx. As for me? Well, firstly, I don't bet against myself ever. That would be foolish, but you would be even more of a fool to do so yourself. Secondly, since both of you have had some experience in the ring with Ares, I think that makes one of you two the favorite to win by default.  Being too transparent though has been the problem for you guys in your respective one on one matches with the Answers World Champion in the past. Ares, is very deceptive, and he read both of you very well while of course stroking his ego with how dominant he is and has been, but there lies the problem. You both will slumber your broken selves, mentally and psychologically, into this week pinning your hopes on yet another opportunity to prove yourselves, and well, I guess one of you and perhaps both of you may suffer from the same indignation as you leave that ring with another clutch moment unfulfilled yet again. We can talk about odds and chance all day long when it comes to who they favor, but then I remembered something. None of us have proven a goddamm thing in the crunch moments, but we walked away from Rite of Passage with something that each us needed for our respective confidence boosts, which puts us on equal footing whether you want to admit it or not. So, keep that in mind, and I beg of you both to keep that same mind open to the consideration that the conclusion of this may not turn out the way either one of you anticipates.

Sometimes man...sometimes you simply have to do it, even as much as you may hate to. Sometimes you just have to degrade yourself to someone else's level in order to get your message across. But then again, HRDO did a pretty good job himself of dropping the hammer down on Mr. Marx. I'll just take it a bit further though. You see, most of Ryan’s little temper tantrum he had in HRDO’s office had everything to do with this sense of self-entitlement. You may or may not have been used to getting moved up in the rankings after a few months in other promotions here, or England perhaps, but rest assured that ain't the case here. You can say you have destroyed the whole roster all you want, but you don't have to look any further than the guys you'll be in the ring with this week to find that is nowhere near being the truth, and you know that to be true. You've already lost to Nico, and I know my memory hasn’t gone just yet, because I know we've not crossed paths yet since you arrived on the scene over three months ago, and that's a good thing on your part, believe me. Ryan, read my lips. You..have..done..absolutely..noth-thing yet. You may act like the Ahren Fournier of Showdown, and even shoe flashes of greatness, but you like myself, like Nico Borg still have a ways to go before you can even start thinking as big as you are thinking. HRDO was awfully generous to give you this opportunity. I know what I said earlier about being on equal footing, but when talking about being deserving of that spot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber then it should be either Nico or myself advancing to that stage, not you. Plus, you may not be safe this coming Saturday anyhow with a pissed off Chris Elite looking to make your life hell for dumping him on his ass, and if I know Chris well enough by now he simply does not take that shit lying down, Ryan, but you brought that on yourself,  didn't you? You're good, Ryan. Let's not pretend you have nothing to offer this brand, because you put that to rest by walking away from Rite of Passage by making a statement against Matt Ryder, but then again Nico and myself did just the same, so sorry to build your ego up like that only to crumple it up like a piece of paper and toss off to the wayside. I will bide my time, and wait for our match. I'll wait for you to make mistake, one that can be capitalized on, ones that you have been prone to in the past. We've all watched you, Ryan. We've seen you in crunch time against the upper echelon of talents, and how before defeating Ryder this past Saturday you had failed to come through. This is a big moment for you, Ryan. You win this weekend and your bickering and griping will not have been in vain after all. You'll go on to compete at another of EAW annual events with another chance to walk another way with one of if not the richest prize in all of the sport, and that's only if you can cash in on this opportunity. However, will you? I'm not a betting man, but your odds are slim my friend, don't count all your chickens before they hatch.

Speaking of cashing in, I would say congratulations on your successful cash in, Nico, because it really was done quite masterfully. I've never seen it done better. The thing is though, Nico, that without that contract you would've never gotten your comeuppance against Pizza Boy, and obviously you wouldn’t be the National Elite Champion. Now, I know you don't see me as being a huge concern or threat in this match, nor have you ever. You've proven that if anyone belongs in the chamber match, it may be you. Do I see you getting out of this match as the victor? Well, my answer would be the same if someone asked if pigs fly, and that answer is no. Can you beat me? That should go without queation seeing how you've done it twice before, but then you have to ask yourself also how much has changed since July all the way up to now. The answer, a lot has changed. You've proven you can at the very least hang with the big boys, and I think I have more than proven I'm the cream of the crop in mid-card. Something has to give though on Saturday, and I have a great feeling you or I will decide that. No real disrespect to Ryan, but it's you that I need to get over to qualify for the Extreme Elimination Chamber. See, to you this is probably a match you should have in the bag already. I can see it now. You will go to bed every night until Saturday night on Showdown feeling great like you have this one all signed, sealed, and soon will have it delivered. Believe me, it's a fantastic fantasy to be tempted by, but you still got to make it happen where it counts. I also know you'll say in so many words, put quite elegantly, that nothing has changed when it comes to me, that I'm still that same old McAllister with his head in the clouds, and I'm fine with that. I’ll let you believe that and sleep on that. You have my number, you got two up on me looking to go up three. You have no other reason to think otherwise. But the reality, whether you buy into it or not, is that this is a new week, and honestly anything can happen. If you come in believing one the thing and one thing only, then you leave open the possibility of defeat. That's the reality. It's just like I told them folks in the scramble series, and what happened? However, I know I can be beat, I'm not unbeatable, but neither are you. You can question a lot of things about me, slander me, drag my name into the mud all you please, but in the end you still have deal it out in the ring where you know I ain't showing up for any sympathy votes. It's partly how you perceive things to be, and when you let your ego cloud your perception you set yourself up for failure. Been there, done that, take it to the bank and cash that shit in. This Saturday on Showdown you will come to find out what reality looks like.

This week is another chance for this Elitist to play spoiler, but not to just Nico Borg and Ryan Marx. This is a chance to show this heads of this brand, of this company, and the world over why you just can't keep me down. In short, continuing to shed labels by kicking more doors in is the objective. What do I need to prove constantly against you or any other Elitists in this industry? It is simple. I constantly need to prove that no matter what situation I am put in against people like you, people like me will survive and thrive. Ryan, you bitched and moaned in all of your self-entitled whiny-ass ways the best that you knew how, and here you are, but you are far from being deserving. You got more hoops to jump through. Nico, you're here, begrudgingly I admit because you are deserving, and whether you think I belong here or not will soon be made irrelevant once we square off again in that ring Saturday night. You can claim this and that guys whether its about me, my track record in crunch time, your record in crunch time, but the only claims that will prove to be valid in the end will be your narrow minded insights and false beliefs. It's those who are least expected, it's those who are looked down upon and underestimated the most that most frequently achieve greatness, and the journey to the top is much more beneficial, because all the critics who continuously despised them, ridiculed them, and gave reasons as to why they would fail, find themselves unable to speak from the silence that they had just been bestowed with. One day, hopefully soon, I will get to enjoy seeing you view me finalizing my journey to the top. Your hopes, your beliefs, and your ideals will all vanish in an instant once that door gets kicked...kicked down to the ground, giving you both a dose of YOUR reality.

Only Y2Impact would question a man’s motives- his integrity- only to shrug off any dispute given as though he never cared for it in the first place. Then again, it’s what we’ve come to expect from such a cowardly, narcissistic egomaniac over the last decade. The moment that I give a retort for why Impact is wrong he backtracks, not even making another feeble attempt at argument because he already knows he’s fighting a battle that he can’t win. If you need any further proof just look at the big game he was talking when we faced each other one on one. He would try to get one up on me or call me out only to crawl back into his man cave for another ill-conceived excuse as to why I won’t win at Shock Value. That’s all it’s been from the moment that I caught Impact’s eye and I imagine it must be mentally tiring for him to keep clutching at all of these straws. Sooner or later he’s going to run out of those straws and he’s going to backtrack until he’s backtracked so far that he’s pushed himself into a corner again. So much for “focusing on the main course”. You sure did a great job of that with how long it took you look to realise you’d been completely shoved out of the ring. I think that this misguided ideology you’ve taken is proven otherwise by history. Yes, it was a countout victory. Congratulations for understanding that. What you don’t understand, however, is that while you may have been counted out it doesn’t cheapen my victory in any way. I didn’t cheat, bend the rules or trick you in any way. Instead what happened was that you got dumped on your head and you couldn’t get up in time. There were no cheap tactics involved, just you getting so badly hurt that you couldn’t get back to your feet. If I really wanted to push the boundary a bit I could go as far to say that this may as well have been falls count anywhere because from the moment you hit the ground you weren’t even touched. You fell, you stayed down, the ref counted. That was it.

YOU WEREN’T EVEN STANDING UP UNDER THE WEIGHT OF YOUR OWN TWO FEET.

Is that cheap? Is that really any less than a pinfall victory?

What if it HAD been a falls count anywhere match, would you still argue that it wasn’t a pinfall victory? Of course not. Staying down for a ten count proves much more than eating a pin and you know it. Just because I had the ring awareness to understand how to get rid of you, you consider me “lucky”. I was “lucky” to beat you… or maybe I’m just better and you can’t accept it. That’s the thing, Impact. You can’t accept when someone is better than you. You can’t accept when things don’t go your way so you try to trivialize your defeats as though they’re nothing more than a hiccup on your journey to your oh so glorious seventh reign. The problem is that your loss to me wasn’t just a hiccup; it was a prediction for the future. The future where I stand tall as EAW Champion. I’ve already proven as to why that countout loss you took to me means more than what you like to pretend it does. Would you like me to go on? I could mention how I managed to do that in a regular exhibition match without any form of weaponry to use at my disposal. Now, imagine how much the game changes when we’re surrounded by an electrified steel cage and what that can be used for. How long do you think it’ll take for me to knock you down hard enough to stop you from getting up to your feet inside of that? I’ll take a wild guess and say it won’t be very long at all, especially not when there’s world championship gold at stake. You didn’t even have the strength to prove that you did, in fact, earn your number one contendership when I put you down so what makes anyone think that you’re going to do any differently three weeks later? You can bark and howl all you want. Tell me I’m the one coming into this match at a disadvantage but the facts prove otherwise. I’m not the “number two contender”, as much as I you like to fantasize. I’m the guy that beat you and I knew that from the start, not because of my ego but because of yours. Just because you missed your opportunity to get what you’ve been crying over for the past few months, doesn’t make my victory against you mean any less in comparison. If anything it makes it mean even more. The same guy that won the 40 man Grand Rampage and headlined Pain for Pride was beat by someone he wouldn’t even give a second look. You shot yourself in the foot just by talking about what happened on Voltage. If you want to talk about cashing checks with your mouth and not living up to your own hype then I suggest you look in the fuckin’ mirror.

On top of that, I do love how you went out of your way to insult my winning streak and exhibition victories and then began scraping the bottom of the barrel to try and match your victories up against mine. It just goes to show how out of touch you really are. Nostalgia? Do you mean the guy that was here for all of three weeks at most and didn’t win a single match? That’s the equivalent of me bragging over my two victories against El Landerson in the past year. So what if you put him in the hospital. I put three men in hospital on Dynasty when I was snapping their legs but you don’t see me hyping up that feat because it was against the same schmucks who were shining my shoes the same week. That’s exactly who Nostalgia is. As for Phoenix Winterborn, I don’t really think he needs any explanation as you know that’s not an accomplishment. This is the same guy only joined The Sanatorium in the first place because he had nothing going for him and then, you guessed it, still had nothing going for him as his number of accomplishments rose up to a grand total of zero. Marco Fedor? Marco Fedor?! Do I really even need to address him? Come on. Nathan Fiora, maybe, but this is the same guy who barely scraped by at Territorial Invasion and is now surrounded by an entire division filled with mediocrity Vic Vendetta, as much as he hasn’t exactly been.. good, lately, I’ll give that to you. Those are two half-impressive wins but I don’t need to marginalise them for you as my “cutesy streak” already does just that for me. Let’s take a look at just who I had to beat and this is only as Matt Miles: Carson Ramsay. This is the same guy who carried Voltage’s midcard division while it was still at it’s peak and it took a returning Starr Stan to finally dethrone him at Pain for Pride. I had to push Kenny Drake to his limit not once but twice. I defeated him both times and this was AFTER he beat the aforementioned Carson Ramsay to a bloody pulp. We have Ahren Fournier who up until I stopped in his tracks was undefeated, then went on to go on another undefeated streak and I stopped him in his tracks again. Do you see where this is going? Whether it’s the first time, the second time or even the hundredth time I face someone, I’m not going to allow myself to be beaten. All the while I’ve been creating my own streak I’ve been ending the streaks of others. I ended Ahren Fournier’s streak, I ended your streak and I’m going to end Aren Mstislav’s streak as EAW Champion. That is a guarantee. You may be able to brag over easily dismantling Elitists who are barely scraping by as they find themselves lost in the shuffle but I was the one sharing the ring and defeating the men who, in a short space of time, had been competing for that EAW Championship that we’ll be fighting over. There is a huge- and I mean HUGE- difference between what you and I have accomplished in this EAW Calendar year.

I’m sorry, am I focusing too much on my past victories for you? You know, not like you were listing off all of your victories (that I didn’t actually ask for) right before saying that I was the one doing that. I’m completely focused, just as much if not more than you. After all, words are just that: words. You can repeatedly tell me that you’re focused yet every single time you open your mouth you continue to show that you’ve come unprepared and you’re talking on a whim. Once again, you pick and choose what’s come out of my mouth like no one will notice that you’re trying to twist my words into something that they’re not and despite it backfiring every time you still continue to do so. My anecdote on what occurred at Shock Value wasn’t about how I came close to victory and how that’s good enough for me. That’s just what you’ve been wanting to hear this whole time and refuse to acknowledge it as anything else. My point was that after an eight month injury I came back and within three weeks almost accomplished the exact same thing that you did. How does that look in comparison to you? A guy who was barely at 100% came back, lasted almost two hours in the longest ever Grand Rampage and came an inch from being in your shoes at the end of the night. You ignore that fact and instead focus on half-sentences because if you were to actually give what I said more than just a second of thought you’d be intimidated. I did lose to you… on paper. I lost to you just like everybody else who was eliminated by an Elitist that wasn’t you but only on a technicality. A technicality that doesn’t matter because I actually know when I’ve been beaten. Diamond Cage eliminated me fairly. If he hadn’t done it then I don’t know what would have happened. I can’t say that I would have won with the amount of Elitists left standing in that ring but what I do know is that while I may have lost to you, you didn’t beat me. Continue to clutch onto your Grand Rampage victory but this isn’t Pain for Pride anymore. You’re not entitled to the right to say that you’re better than me anymore, not after I’ve gone on to beat you. There’s a big, big difference between what happened five months ago and what happened three weeks ago and it just so happens that time isn’t on your side. What you may see as a minor victory everyone else sees as proof that I’ve been continually elevating myself while you’ve continued to stagnate.

Just look at Judas. If you honestly believe that nobody cared about Judas then clearly you don’t watch anything other than yourself. Within a month of the career of “Judas” I was walking into main events and walking out as the victor. From the moment I stepped through that curtain to the moment that I walked out of the arena, all eyes were firmly on me. The Elitists of Dynasty were terrified of what I could do. Mortified, even. How you can claim that I’m the oblivious one when Aren Mstislav- Voin, himself, was shocked by what he was seeing. Clearly he cared and so did everybody else that was watching. You can continue to keep up the charade that you don’t care but that’s only because you know that that would mean admitting some kind of defeat. You were caught just as off guard as everybody else but you can say “I don’t care” and to you that’s good enough. It’s exactly what I’ve already called you out for doing. The moment that something doesn’t fit your agenda you try to push it under the rug, making you look all the more foolish when it gets pointed out. How am I supposed to believe that someone who isn’t even smart enough to come up with a new strategy in his pitiful attempts to argue against me is going to outsmart me in a wrestling match?

You’ve spent so long explaining to me just how embarrassing a defeat it would be for me should I not leave with the EAW Championship but you never stopped to think about just what it’d do to your reputation when you’re the one who loses. I know exactly what’ll happen should I lose. People won’t be bothered. They won’t be bothered because they’ve seen me bounce back from much worse beatings than you could ever give me. With every cut and bruise that I’ve gained I’ve only gotten stronger and I’ve come back harder. Even if they didn’t believe in me, that wouldn’t change a damn thing. You’re not the first man to try and talk down on me like you know who I am to end up hearing my music at the end of the night and you sure as hell won’t be the last. I can assure you that I have been fixing my flaws. If I hadn’t then I wouldn’t be in the position I’m in now, would I? You know, a position that I actually earned. You’re the biggest hypocrite that I’ve ever met and it’s no wonder that it’s been taking you so long to win your seventh world championship. I’m sorry, how long has it been since you came back? We’re getting close to two years now, right? What the hell has taken you so long to win a world championship again if you’re so fucking great? Even with Hexa-Gun backing you you couldn’t do it. Your only championship gold during their “reign of terror” was the Unified Tag Team Championships and even then you were alternating between facing the Savage Ryans and teams that had formed not even a month ago. If you want to talk about guys who’s only ability is to gain momentum how’s about you take a nice, long walk and think about this illustrious career you’ve been talking so highly of. Hexa-Gun was a team almost entirely made of Elitists who couldn’t win when it really mattered. I mean, for crying out loud, you guys didn’t even accomplish your sole purpose of bringing EAW back to it’s roots of Extreme. Just another mistake for you to sweep under the rug. You couldn’t bring back Extreme, you couldn’t win at Pain for Pride and you’re sure as hell not winning now.

So I assure you that when all is said and done at Shock Value the only supporting casts you’ll need will be for your broken legs because you’re not going to win the big one so long as I’m on Voltage.

As for you, Aren. Hahahahaha you can. Fuck. Right. Off. You stood up for me? I would have loved for you to have told me that to my face when I was sitting in a hospital bed. Do you expect me to forgive you for that little piece of information? No no no, this isn’t how we’re playing the game. You’re going to pay not only for not defending your damn tag partner, the one guy who actually believed that you could win that championship you have over your shoulder, but for coming up with such a pitiful, pathetic excuse. You want to talk about being remembered as Judas over Matt Miles? That doesn’t scare me in the slightest. Matt Miles is just as much Judas as Judas is Matt Miles. I’ve already made this crystal clear to our friend Y2Impact and now I’m going to do the same for you. Mask or no mask, it doesn’t make lick of difference. If anything, it proves that I have the edge over you. I’ve already amounted to something as Judas while here you are giving us our first real look at Voin. It’s not the first time that he’s made his presence known, of course, but it’s the only time that it’s truly been this significant. That means this is make or break for you right now, Aren. If you fail then what is that going to do to you? What’ll that mean for Voin? If you think I care about the expectations of others then you’re dead, dead wrong. If you’d made that claim a year ago then maybe you would have been correct in your assumption but this isn’t about anyone else accepting me or meeting their expectations. This is about me and that EAW Championship and, this whole time, you’ve both been playing into my hand. You especially so. I got you mad, riled up and ready to try and take Judas down for good and what happened? After I beat you to a pulp after Voltage and you’d gone looking for me for two weeks, what happened? I threw you through a fucking loop. The look on your face said it all and trust me, old buddy, that’s only the first trick I have up my sleeve. I promise you that, Aren. I’ve been waiting and waiting to get my hands on you so believe me when I say that you’re in for a real big surprise come this Saturday. The look on your face is going to be… electric.


After all, this IS Shock Value.

Dynasty Promo #2

 
(the scene opens on thins logo and stays on this still image as the audio is heard.)
 
Announcer #1 (light friendly) : “… for the best in car care.”
 
Announcer #2 (Excited, slightly aggressive): “AND NOW, THE WRESTLKINGS PODCAST CONTINUES!  HERES YOUR HOST, KIRK ‘THE BLADE” GLADE!!!”
 
Glade: “Alright back with the second half of the Wrestlkings Podcast, and we are picking back up where we left off with our guest for this episode, Dynasty’s own “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.  Now before the break we were about to discuss that post that you sent out on social media just the other day.  Now you’ve had quite a following on social media for a while now, but this, this just took things to a whole new level.  I mean tons of likes, repost, and even some new followers, which for you doesn’t happen that easily now of days.  If I may, what motivated you to post something this political, this long after the election had taken place?”
 
Michaels: “Well, for starters I don’t see it as being political.  It’s never about politics when I’m asking for the support of EAW fans to motivate me.  And secondly, I live in the southern California area where there has been a lot of protesting like there has in various places all over the country, and right now I just see so much division that can tear us as a nation apart.  I mean I was backing Hilary and was happy she won the state of California, and was saddened to see a guy like Donald Trump get the win, but now there is a lot of anger, and even talk about seceding from the rest of the country, and that worries me a bit. So as it happened just a day after the election, I saw that Dynasty was being held at the Freedom Arena in Louisville this week.  And  just over the course of this week I just had that Kentucky state motto ringing in my head over and over.  So when I felt it was appropriate, I went ahead and ask that we all try to live up to that saying, from top to bottom, left to right, and everyone in between. Let us stand united because together we can accomplish anything.”
 
Glade: “That is a hell of a thought, and I think it’s the right one to have especially if you’re about to hold office in January.  So moving on, I saw that you snuck in that little advertisement for Dynasty this week-“
 
Michaels: “I wasn’t going for little, I was trying to drop some serious product placement on this episode.”
 
Glade: “HAHA, so after your BIG advertisement for Dynasty this week, lets talk about what’s planed for that show.”
 
Michaels: “Certinly, for starters we have a great main event that I’ll be keeping an eye on between Tig Kelly, and Methusela.”
 
Glade: “You’ve actually had matches against both of those guys, any predictions for that one?”
 
Michaels: “Predictions? Umm… Pain?  Just kidding, I honestly don’t know what to expect from that one because I certainly know the caliber of athlete  each guy is.  The only thing I expect right now is for those two to tear the roof off the arena on Friday night!”
 
Glade: “I think we all are.  What else do we have on the card for this week’s show?”
 
Michaels: “We got almost too much good stuff to mention here, we have Heart Break Boy versus Drake Jaeger, TLA one on one Against the Mexican Samurai in a pain for pride rematch, and Hades goes toe to toe with yours truly.”
 
Glade: “Now that is a big match up right there for you, Hades is an undisputed legend in EAW, how do you plan to try and pick up a win against him?”
 
Michaels: “Well like you said Hades is an undisputed legend.  He is a former Interwire Champion, Elite Champion, Grand Rampage winner, Anwsers World champion, and an EAW hall of famer.  Now that is a resume that any Elitist would kill for.   Now I’ve been in the ring with guys like Tig Kelly, Zack Crash, Y2Impcat, and Mr.DEDEDE, and standing toe to toe with Hades is looking like it will be the greatest challenge I’ve faced to date!  He is one of the strongest, and most resilient performers that EAW has ever seen, and as many will tell you, getting the win against him is no easy task.”
 
Glade: “Definitely, but that still begs the question of how exactly do you intend to try and beat Hades?”
 
Michaels: “HaHaHa, I was trying not to let him know my whole strategy there, Kinda might be nice if he didn’t know exactly what I was going to try and do.  Well if you must pry it out of me there’s a few things that I intend to do.  First Hades is way too strong to take on in a fist fight, so I’m not gonna go that route, I’m gonna try and stay out of his range like Floyd Mayweather, and when he swings I gotta make him miss.  Second is the fact that Hades greatest strength, is his strength so keeping away from his big power moves will be a big factor, I’m gonna want to try and actually wrestle with him, and see how he does when he’s on the mat, and not in control, and maybe even test his cardio a bit.  And then Trying to keep Hades from locking in a submission when we’re on the ground will be the next big thing to look out for.”
 
Glade: “That sounds like a solid game plan, but I doubt that it hasn’t been tried before by other elitist who have come up short.  What makes you think this kind of strategy will work this Friday?”
 
Michaels: “Well it does have the novelty of never being tried by me.  I’ve worked hard to become the wrestler I am today, and I didn’t return to Dynasty just to grab a paycheck.  I came back to wrestle against the best, and this Friday I want nothing more than to step up to a challenge like this, and prove that I have what it takes in the ring to get a win against a top dog competitor like Hades.
 
Now just because I’ve shown Hades the respect he deserves, doesn’t mean that I’m gonna let him walk over me like a throw rug.  Oh no, see I am here to prove that I am the absolute best professional wrestler in the world today, and having to beat a mammoth like Hades one on one  is just one of those things that come with the territory.  Yes he’s stronger, but I’m faster.  He has so much big match experience, but I am chomping at the bit to get my opportunities here in EAW.  He has beaten countless men in EAW, but none of them eat, sleep, and breath wrestling the way that I do, and none of them had the entire audience at Freedom Hall on their feet the way I will this Friday!  So Hades if you happen to be listing to this, I am asking, no wait, I AM BEGGING YOU, to bring your best to Dynasty.  I want every trick you got, every ace up your sleeve, and every ounce of blood, sweat, and energy you got , because that’s exactly what I’m gonna bring.
 
When we lock up in Louisville, we are gonna throw down from bell to bell, and when all is said and done, you’re going to see first hand just why I am the Instagram Icon, The Twitter Trendsetter, and a Hashtag Hero to each and every person out there who have been sending me all their support on Social Media.  I can’t thank all of you enough, because you guys are giving me all that energy and motivation I need to go out there, stare death right in the eye, and tell him to bring it on bitch!  Live on Dynasty I am promising to give a performance that will make you guys proud of your Social Media Champion, and Hades better had start Picturing THAT!”
 
Glade: “Well that sounds like you got it right there Mark, Thank you for coming out and spending some time with us, stick around folks because I’ll be back with a preview of next week’s episode of the wrestlkings podcast!”
 
FADE TO BLACK.