Showdown Promo # 2
"Things Remain That Way"


You'd think someone whose career has suffered from years of embarrassment would try his best to avoid repeating the same follies over and over again. The amusing thing about it is, he believes the EAW Universe is liable to believe the word of a deluded overseer with a selective memory.  I mean it's no biggie; I'm only a rookie and all, who has yet to truly scratch the service of what he can really accomplish once he starts breaking the glass. It's my miraculous memory that has led to me to believe that while Mr. Angel has wrestled better quality of competition than myself, he still has yet to get a signature win since his return last year. Fair not though, Angel. You've only been at this for fives years now, you still got time. We all have faith in you, especially the board.

You know, a year back for you, and me still looking for respect, i just couldn't help but wonder, Nick, but where did the year 2016 go wrong for you? You've been accounted for just as long as I've been here and yet here you and I crossing paths, and again no less. So are you really superior to us others in the scramble series, or a big time underachiever overall? I mean, why can't you break the glass. Say what you want about me, but this Elitist keeps outlasting others, guys that seemed to have “it” so-to-speak. It's again, amusing, because here I am, yet again proving that very point. I mean, what happened to Diamond Cutter? and trust me, Nick, he was fading even before you took him out. What happened to Rattik? You think Kurt Burton can save his poor weak soul? I think not. What happened to Kurt since he got away from wrestling me? Where is the flamboyant Kurt? What happened to that nomad i faced a few weeks ago, i mean really??? Does your head still hurt that bad after just one Rex Effect? You get the point, Angel? Probably not, but hey its all good, it is. I may be or may not be the next new breed champion, but when this is said and done your opinion of me will have changed regardless, but mine and everyone else's of you will remain the same, because like your whole year has gone, you will attempt to break the glass roof, and failure is all you'll find. What i have is temporary. What you have seems to be permanent. It's no longer considered an accident or coincidence with you Nick. I may be an underachiever in my rookie year, but tell me after five years, what's that make you[size=37]?[/size]

No, Tarah.
 
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
 
Let me say one thing and I hope it goes through your thick ass head – You did not one up me this entire week. You did not in any way, shape or form somehow manage to outshine me. Do you realize how fucking stupid you sound?! All this week the only thing that has been coming out of you is regurgitated BULLSHIT. You say the same thing every single god damn time. We get it, you’re fearless. We get it, you’re unstoppable. WE GET IT, YOU DON’T LET THINGS GET TO YOU. But newsflash – it’s quite clear that my words have cut you deep. But let me get one thing straight – my comment was not intended to shame you for your weight even though, come on, have you heard of a gym? Regardless, my comment was made to make you realize how you’re the USELESS Siren out of the Sirens. You’re the siren that could easily get cut and no effect would be made into the entire dynamic if your shitty little group. Do you get it now? Did that “aha” moment finally struck you like a bus? Before you begin flattering yourself, no, you didn’t hit a nerve of mine. There is no way that someone like you could ever get to me. I’ve been called the worst things in the book. I’ve been humiliated, treated like shit. I’ve learned over my years in EAW how to grow thick skin. The words you say simply bounce off because I’ve proved them after time again that I AM worthy of having this title strapped around my waist. I AM worthy of being called the only RELEVANT Vixen to ever hold both Vixen’s and Specialist titles. I’m sorry that I used you as an example, Tarah. I’m sorry that you were the one sacrificed by the God’s in order for me to reinstate my dominance against this worthless, unforgiven division. But you know, I’m glad that my words aren’t getting to you as you claim. I’m glad that you’re going into this match as confident as can be. You want to know why? Come on Tarah, you REALLY want to know why I’m happy as can be knowing that you’re fucking excited rather than scared for the glass ropes match? Because it’s going to be a sight to see when you’re broken and completely annihilated after you suffer your loss to me. I’ve stated time after time again that whatever happens in the ring isn’t personal. However, tomorrow, I will make it my personal goal to pin you specifically. I can’t wait to hear your murmur disappointing statements to yourself as I have your body pinned against the mat. I can’t wait to make CONSTANT eye contact with you as I’m handed MY CHAMPIONSHIP BACK. Because if there’s one thing you must know, it’s that this is MY CHAMPIONSHIP, IT WAS NEVER YOURS AND IT WILL NEVER BE IN YOUR POSESSION EVER AGAIN. And don’t you fucking DARE come at me with that “I’m a good sport” bullshit. If you really didn’t let your loss against me affect you, then why are you speaking to me in this manner? Why are you here calling me names and berating every move I do? IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE A SALTY MESS THAT NEEDS TO GET HER ASS IN CHECK, ASAP. Look me in the eyes when you say this bullshit, Tarah, look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn’t feel like a complete and total failure after you lost to me? Tell me you didn’t feel like a complete waste after I hit my old man’s finishing move on your ass to get the pin? This mask that you put on for your fan base is slowly wearing and tearing. And you really think that I’m going to look at Maddie and feel intimidated over your destruction on other beings? Last time I checked, Maddie is still here and having quite the successful run. What was that so called damage that you inflicted on the poor girl? What about your feud with her that should have me shaking in my boots? I should be the one telling you this, not the other way around. I am a Hall of Famer, I beat Sabina at the EAW Awards show years back, at one point in my career I was the longest reining Vixens champion. I am the most creative fucking genius in this roster, in this company, IN THIS ENTIRE PLANET. You crossed a line that you should’ve never crossed. I will make you regret the day you EVER thought ill things about me. NO ONE fucks with me and easily gets away with it.
 

No one. Not even someone who has beat me in the past. Not even someone who won’t stop talking for a second and take a look at the bigger picture. Sheridan, I know that I spoke ill about your German Efficiency lifestyle and for that I apologize. No, seriously – I’m sorry. I’m being the bigger woman in this scenario and I take it back. You proved a lot of valid points. There is a reason why people go to Germany for cars. There is a reason why German cuisine is more tolerable than any other. German efficiency is alive in Germany, but is it alive in you? Do you truly embody German efficiency when all you’ve done is walk around EAW and do absolutely nothing? Let’s take a look at the time frame of your EAW existence – you joined god knows when but all I know is that you won the Vixens cup trophy last year. Or was it this year? What’s the Vixens cup again? Oh, right. Some irrelevant competition that showcased the talents of B-rated Vixens which enabled them to give them something to do for the time being. I don’t mind that though, I mean you have to keep everyone happy while others live in the glory, correct? Anyway, you beat my cousin, that’s all I remember – which I should say, I don’t take the what was her name insults personally so you can go ahead and talk shit about her all you want. In fact, I’ll join you. Rey fucking sucked and she was a complete embarrassment to the Shamez Dynasty. Anyway, what were we talking about again? Oh right, your timeline. So after that… Hmm… What exactly did you do that German efficiency peaked? It seems that after that you just went sailing along the coast. Not really making that big of an impact. So tell me, why is that? If German efficiency is alive and kicking in your blood stream, then why haven’t you been more prominent in our division? Why is it until NOW months later that you’re finally beginning to come out of your shell and assert your dominance? Why is it until now that you decide to come out on Empire and speak your useless opinions on things? Why didn’t you do this after The Vixens cup or better yet during the Empress of Elite tournament? Why did you fall flat and not win? Why is it you got outshined?! I have so many fucking questions but I feel like that itself slices holes in your theory. Your theory is flawed, Sheridan. You don’t have the actual proof that your German efficiency is actually all that plausible. The negative aspect about your lifestyle is that you’re too busy shoving German sausages down your throat and you’re not taking a step back and analyzing the big picture. You don’t understand the text within the lines. You want to live in this fantasy world where we all bow down to you and show you respect but you will never be happy in life if you realize that that in itself is a complete dream. A dream that will never come to life because there are far too many strong personalities to bend over backwards for you. You want Empire to be elevated with your pure originality but fact of the matter is that Empire and the Vixens division itself is already elevated. It’s because of the OG Vixens why this show has any sort of relevancy. And to back up my words, the OG vixens consists of the Vixens of Mount Rushmore. We worked hard for you. We are the reason why we have an exclusive show to ourselves and not just thrown into a rabid pack of elitists waiting to get their dick wet with any bitch who looks them in the eyes. My point from this entire rant is that you will never elevate this division into German efficiency mode because YOU DON’T HAVE ANY SORT OF DRIVE OR MEANS TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH IT. Yes, you a German Native and that’s quite evident by your thick accent and terrible fashion choices, but your actions tell me that you were born in a family where instability was a common theme. You look the part but you certainly don’t play it. If you had more accolades in your resume, then I would consider you as a mature threat. But you’ve been here for a long time and seeing that you’ve accomplished next to nothing is not motivating. You have no excuse other than your poor execution skills. I’m so sorry, Sheridan. I know that this match is your chance to get yourself back on the map but it isn’t going to go that way. Maybe if you talk to other GM’s they can let you into the new breed level kind of like Aria. You know, where there is no competition and you’re given a championship out of pity. Things will get better for you, though. Don’t lose hope. Actually, both of you – don’t let your dreams shatter after House of Glass. I’m sure in the future you will go against opponents that don’t have the same skill and level of authenticity as I do. Then maybe, just maybe, you will both get your Cinderella ending after all.

Ugh.

I take a break from my preparation for my upcoming Red Wallz encounter at House of Glass and what do I see? I see another video from my opponent’s camp. Not the man himself of course, he’s been sticking to his role of keeping his mouth shut for the most part which I suppose is a good idea. Not only have I grown sick of hearing him speak but this should leave him with less egg on his face for when he is beaten to a bloody pulp and defeated once more. Then again, at least if I were to be responding to him the topic at hand would feel more relevant. Instead I’m stuck in some pointless debate with his Soothsayer, a person who believes I don’t even come close to the capabilities of Methuselah. No problem. I’m used to doubters, but still I must ask: Why must you keep talking Hamasa? Why do you always need to sing the praises of Methuselah and take offense to every criticism that comes his way? Why must you have to defend him so intensely? If I am such a small threat, why would you take anything I say seriously? If I was so full of myself and didn’t know what I was talking about, why even acknowledge me? WHAT DOES IT MATTER!? You could just have your meal ticket Methuselah show up, clean house and leave it at that. You would be proving your point pretty easily with that, but no. Here you are with these long, drawn out rants as you tell us all of these tales about how great Methuselah is, almost as if you need to reassure all of his believers -- almost as if you need to reassure yourself for that matter…..What were you titled before you came back as a Soothsayer, Hamasa? Were you not a teller of fortune? Were you not all seeing and all knowing? You more than anyone would be able to predict what’s ahead and know the result. If you possess such vast knowledge about the situation one would think you’d have enough confidence to leave well enough alone but interestingly enough your first instinct is to run in front of a camera and vehemently deny my claims with responses which in all honesty, were pretty baseless and desperate. I haven’t seen you so passionate and emotionally involved. It’s as if you yourself are becoming insecure thinking about what might happen to your boy. Funny. Almost as funny as your reasons for doubting me.

You’ve managed to ignore my past track record while putting Methuselah’s at the forefront and at the same time bypassing ANY mistake he’s ever made -- which would be plenty might I add. You criticize my arrogance so much but at the end of the day, who really are you to judge? Your bias is much bigger than mine; you’re just some woman Mr. DEDEDE dug up to go along with this little Methuselah charade of his. He has literally had you dropped on your head and your neck broken and you still follow him around like a lapdog.  You’re pretty much an over extravagant hype man. You’re going to give him lip service no matter what he does and no matter what happens to him. Besides that one successful fight against me a few Dynasty’s back, what has he done to make this feud between him and I anything more than one sided in my favor? That doesn’t matter though, correct? Notice how anytime I get one over on Mr. DEDEDE those are categorized as luck or just another battle but Mr. DEDEDE can so much as land a punch on me or knock off a tomato can and it’s another chapter in the story of our hero! How convenient, anything to paint him as someone better than he actually is. Whatever. I’ll entertain it. Let’s pretend like Mr. DEDEDE is as good as he says he is. Let’s pretend that Methuselah is more than a new coat of war paint he puts on. We can entertain the thought of him being a world beater and keep in mind the fact that it’s the same persona that saved us from the big bad Scott Diamond -- who really isn’t all that bad anyway -- but I digress. Let us think about Mr. DEDEDE’s encounters with me under that context. Now allow me to remind you YET AGAIN that I dominated Mr. DEDEDE. I threw him around, I beat him, I battered him, I didn’t even let him get to a two count on his spears -- I did everything I said I was going to do and when Mr. DEDEDE’s back was up against the wall, that’s when he brought out Methuselah. Methuselah, the person whose waist level I’m not even at, who Hamasa talks about as if the moment we share a ring together it will be it for me had actually shared a ring with me that very night at Territorial Invasion! He didn’t beat me though. His all powerful alter ego was out that night and if the legend is anything to go off of he could have ended me right there and then but he chose to run out of the ring, head to the time keeper’s area and go grab a chair to hit me over the head with. Methuselah, calculated and cold reacted in about the same way as a young child would when he is getting beat in a game of chess. He flipped over the table before he could get checkmated because he couldn’t take another loss.

The whole situation is a bit hilarious really. DEDEDE, I literally broke you to the point that you had no choice but to bring out Methuselah and even then you couldn’t even bother to try and get a win over me straight up! No, no, no, he resorted to having a fit and bringing in foreign objects to “make a statement”, so that he could be the big man. That was the only way he was able to stand tall that night and I still was walking the streets that very night after he hit me with his best shot. The hospital couldn’t keep me on the shelf, there was no need for recovery, all that was needed was RETRIBUTION. The Wings of Hell couldn’t stop me, I’ll take it again any day! You’re an annoyance, that’s what you are DEDEDE -- or Methuselah, it doesn’t matter to me -- the way people gather around you and treat you as if everything you do is golden, it’s a travesty. Your ego and unwarranted self importance make me want nothing more than to make sure you never, ever can be given the label of God again. I feel as if it’s almost my job to humble you in the same way that I was at Pain For Pride 9. You’ve had some pretty tough losses but you always found ways to perform some sort of mental gymnastics so you wouldn’t have to truly face your failure. It’s time for it all to stop. This time there will be no excuses. You can’t get a DQ to leave us with an unclear winner, you can’t say you were unprepared, you can’t even escape me for a single second! You are going to be locked inside with Scott Oasis, not the beast, not the Iceman, but the anomaly. The Killer of Gods, The Crusher of Believers. THE NEXT HALL OF FAME CHAMPION.

At House of Glass Ryan Adams will be forced to come to grips with the idea of being human. I’m going to make sure that no believer, not even Soothsayer Hamasa can keep hope alive. You will be looking at complete and utter evisceration. I promise you.

The scene ends.

((OOC Disclaimer first, I am aware that I am not on the card, but that doesn't stop me from character development or trying to dish out the character I created with Kelly Hackenschmidt. This is merely a hype up to get a fresh introduction to what Kelly is)) 


Kelly Hackenschmidt Debut promo:

"A Fresh Start"

The scene opens up to a television studio in a large industrial building in downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The studio views a very large “Wrestlevision” logo on the front plate placed on the wall behind to leather couches which faced one another. On the couch to the camera’s left sat a woman of long flowing red hair and bright green eyes. Her legs cross-legged and her tight black dress going down to just about her knees. While on the right hand side couch is a man of shoulder length blond hair, bright green eyes and a noticeable beard. He wore a black T-shirt which read “Flips N Schmidt” under a black leather jacket, loose blue jeans and thick Doc Martin boots. He adjusts his grey beanie as the camera opens up.
The redhead grabs her papers from the side of the couch and looks to face the camera.


“Hello and welcome to Wrestlevision, my name is Jackie Nelson, and tonight I’m here with one of this new wave of signees coming into Extreme Answers Wrestling. Mister Pure Wrestling, Kelly Hackenschmidt.”


The man on the right waved his arm up into the air, offering a smug, casual smile before looking back to the reporter.


Jackie: “Now, you have some experience on the independent scene across Canada and the other parts of the country. Now tell us, why make the transition from the independents to EAW?”


Kelly adjusts his back, sitting with his back straight as he looks towards the camera.


Kelly: “Now Jackie, the one thing you need to remember about me is that I always thrived upon a challenge! The past two years I have spent on the independent scene have been amazing for me. At first I was climbing up the ladder to success. Yet eventually the drive to compete sort of drifted for me in terms of actual wrestling ability. My matches instead of progressing started to regress. Which is never something I like seeing. So, when I was given the offer for an EAW contract. I’ll admit, I was a bit iffy. But when I saw an episode of Dynasty for the first time, I gotta tell you. I was hooked! It felt like a place where I wasn’t seen as the ‘Top Dog’ or ‘The Alpha Male’ which I actually enjoy, because after two years on the independent scene I have been so used to being the underdog. So much so that it ended up becoming a part of who I am. It’s like when you lift weights. You want to build it up slowly but still always try to challenge yourself. You progress in small bunches over time as opposed to big leaps in sudden amounts of time. It’s why I’m not only worried about my first time in EAW. But rather the question of whether or not I would actually succeed in the environment itself? I mean, even after House of Glass you gotta imagine how much of a war these wrestlers have gone through in order to get into that ring, let alone be a champion or even be seen as one of the best. But that’s the thing, if you want to become the best, you have to climb out of your comfort zone and jump into something new! The thrill of it, the excitement and everything EAW stands for? That’s what I look up for. I strive for that conflict, I strive for a chance to climb myself up! I know it’s cheesy and has been said over and over again by so many others, but I have to admit it’s true. You know, some people would like to argue and call themselves the best or even better than that, but here’s the thing, they never climb out of their comfort zone and into the wild! That’s why I believe me becoming a staple in EAW will at least ease me as one of the best wrestlers out there! When you hear someone address you as ‘Mister Pure Wrestling’ you have to live by that moniker, and by every means fight to not only bring yourself to the top, but to also keep yourself up there! You can’t just go wail around and expect to go anywhere! You can go around saying, ”


Kelly clears his throat and raises his arms up into the air.


Kelly:“Oh, So-N-So sucks! Here’s why! Because at the end of the day, if you don’t recognize your opponent’s strengths or even your own weaknesses, you’ll end up like so many wrestlers who try to get to ‘The Big Show’ as I like to call it do. You end up working in front of twenty plus fans, working for literally a hot dog and a bottle of beer! I’ll tell ya, I’ve been there, and I’ve seen it. Most of those people are bitter about it too. They’ll blame such things that don’t even matter such as management or some sort of Conspiracy theory!! Which if you ask me is just a bunch of Bullschmidt! Because if you ask me, where’s the presence? Where is the actual sense of ambition? Look, if you’re in Pro Wrestling to feed your ego, then I’m afraid you’re in the wrong business! Go get fit and start bodybuilding or some other schmidt! Yet that’s not why I came here! I came for competition. Because this is all my family had ever known. It’s because of that which I am left to stick out here!”


Jackie:“With this new wave of talent coming after what was a hyped up show. You seem to have faced some of these people before. Do you think this new influx of talent will change your views on the competitors there?”


Kelly shakes his head.


Kelly: “No, in fact. Because of this, I am more enabled to want to strive. Because I have shared locker rooms with some of these people before. Yet some of them I have never encountered hand to hand. While sure, I will gladly face off against some of the best around the world, there is still the fact to mention that those who claimed themselves to be better were only part of a smaller scale compared to the size of so many other promotions. Sure, out of this entire wave of guys going around, there seems to be some differences in opinion over who will get their way up to the top. For example, out of this whole grow of talent, I feel as if there’s a chance where half of them might not succeed, and the other half become EAW staples! Hell, I don’t even think I’m going to win my my first match! But, does one failure stop me from achieving every single goal I ever wanted? No! But does one match earn me a title shot? Again, no! But, a loss never stops me! A win never means you reached the top! But guess what? That doesn’t mean schmidt to me! What I want is the perfect opponent! One who knows their worth has come and gone and everywhere in this promotion, and someone who knows how to make sure that win or lose, they give off the best damn competition of their lives! When I get into a match with somebody, I would rather lose fair and square rather than win because somebody was slacking off and not giving me a proper match! Because if I lose, then I know that I need to train harder, and fight harder, and if I do win for some uncontrollable reason, then I gain momentum and use it against my next opponent!”


Jackie: “Do you fear for the idea of you losing your very first match?”


Kelly: “No, honestly, like I said, a first match is just to get your feet warm and prepare yourself for the long and perilous battle at hand! You see, whether I’m facing one of the guys whom which I’ve shared a locker room with or one of their homegrown talents; at the end of the day, this business is about trial and error! Mistakes will always be made along the road! Yet what matters to most people is how you adjust to your strengths and weaknesses! That’s why, come this Thursday, when it comes to facing off against the so-called elite. I come in with confidence, yet preparation! Always ready to strike and always willing to learn, not only from my mistakes, but perhaps even other wrestlers.”


Jackie: “Okay, moving on.”


She moves her first page of paper to the side and opens up her pen on another.


Jackie: “Over the past few days you have donned the moniker of ‘Mister Pure Wrestling’. Tell us, why exactly did you take up this name?”


Kelly: “Because Pure Wrestling is somewhat of a lost art. Everyday I see other wrestlers go on and bicker about how they’ll be the next DEDEDE or something when in fact they’re sitting there, stealing catchphrases, stealing coattails all while expecting to become the best thing in the ring? But that’s not what makes a good wrestler to me. What makes a good wrestler is someone who takes action for everything they do and everything in their lives! Yet they stop for a moment and forget that it was them being themselves that made them great! So, with a guy like me, what you get is what you see! If you don’t like it? Get schmidtfaced because it doesn’t matter. I think it’s better to stand out than rather to fit in!”


Jackie: “Now then, tell us, what exactly goes into becoming a pro-wrestler? I understand you have a lot of interest in training young talent.”


Kelly: “Oh, trust me, if I have anything to say about getting trained, there’s two things you should take note on, for one; Do your research on the school you’re going to before you go to it. You could be going to some ghetto school while freaking Pro-Wrestling Hogwarts is just two more minutes of a drive down the corner! Though after that there’s trying to stand out! Trust me, it’s difficult in a major field of stars out there already! Not everyone will make it to ‘The Show’ but, that doesn’t mean it’s not fun, I’ll tell you that.”


Jackie: “Now as for this it for our time. Thank you once again Mister Hackenschmidt.”


Kelly: “Yeah, no problem.”


Kelly stands up and walks up to shake Jackie’s hand.


Jackie: “Be sure to watch Extreme Answers Wrestling's payperview House of Glass this weekend! Sure, Kelly here won't be in action, but you'll see more of him on the coming weeks during episodes of him on Friday Nights on Dynasty! I’m Jackie Nelson, and this has been Wrestlevision!”

The camera fades to the Wrestlevision logo before cutting back to commercial.

OH how fucking exciting. You just know you have someone backed in the corner when they tirelessly point out the same fucking points they've told the last time they opened their disgusting mouths! I get that the language barrier can be a drag, and I get that your inability to speak as though you pose as a threat can be discouraging especially when you see your opponent is just laughing at every word you throw her direction, but it doesn't mean that you have to show that these are the only words you know! I get it, you stupid bitch, you have the passion! Everyone can see that, and there is no doubt that you are willing to do whatever it takes whether or not on the winning side, because that's the Haruna Sakazaki way! You think passion is the only thing you need to get you through your daily problems even those that require real solutions! I GET IT! I GET THAT YOU'RE IGNORANT! I GET THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY THAT WILL BACK YOUR BELIEFS AND SO YOU GO BACK TO THE ONLY THING YOU KNOW AND BASE EVERYTHING OFF OF THAT ONE LITTLE DETAIL IN A SAD ATTEMPT TO MAKE A CONVINCING POINT! I GET IT! Now that you know that I understand what you're getting at, can you look at me with a straight face and tell me that you actually understood ANYTHING that I've said in my last attempt to reason with you? Can you look at me and tell me that you actually understood the fact that I don't give a shit if you have passion if you're not willing to act as a victor? Do I have to speak slow? Do I have to sound out every syllable and every word in order for you to not listen to every word but just read between the lines and give a fucking attempt to comprehend? It's like I'm talking to a fucking robot that just gives me direct answers with no merit nor conviction, and just repeats itself over and over again because it was programmed to! You have absolutely no thought nor reason, and it's no wonder no one believes you when you say that House of Glass will be your night to be Champion! Haruna Sakazaki, you're an illiterate piece of shit, and as long as I stand tall as Champion, I will assure to protect this title from your likes!

Because, really, who wants a Champion like Haruna Sakazaki?! Who wants a Champion who couldn't even pass for a good role model? When girls watch for someone they're inspired by, they look for heroes who always prevail in the end. They watch strong women who are always bashed and broken by the bigger villains, but they always find a way to finish them off before the show ends! And it seems like your show has been running for way too long, Haruna. You never made any progress in actually attempting to kill your demons. You never found any real success and you just let everyone walk over you and surpass you when you should be the one calling the shots.. and given that, who the fuck would want to be inspired by you? You can't even defend yourself, why would anyone look for you when they need defending? You can't even succeed in your career, why would anyone watch out for what you do if this is just a long downward spiral of almost-wins and never-will-be's? I have been a hero to this division, and everyone can see it. I am the one who stepped up and set this standard for excellence, and I never let others say what I can and can't do... I've been the one who was torn down and defeated, and I never let anyone else take what's mine. The only reason they treat me as a villain is because I know enough to keep my head up and not listen to their worthless opinions. I have experienced enough to know that the company you keep will end up betraying your trust in the end. I have gone through so much, that it's like an every day task to watch my back and never lower my guard. This is your whole argument, Haruna. This is everything that you'd like to let me know. You want to me to believe that you're this special being who is out here to inspire millions of women with everything that makes her different and yet she couldn't even get her shit together and actually do something noteworthy for once in her life in order to get recognized. You want me to think that you're superior because you have gone through not even half the things I have endured just for the sake of elevating my career, without any regard of how laughable it is to someone like me. Yes, I only think about myself. Yes, I think highly of myself. And that's because I have always believed that the best course to take is the one that will push you forward and keep you on top. And I have done that. I have achieved that.

Do you honestly think everyone buys this fallacy that I'm about to face my downfall? Do you honestly think that anyone believes you when you say that you'll be the one to put an end to my reign of terror? Oh, Haruna, you run your big mouth so much yet know so little about the situation. While I was making history at Pain for Pride 9, you were too busy suffering yet another defeat at a big event when it should have been your chance to shine. While I was obliterating Eris LeCava in my match at Dia Del Diablo, I burned her skin just to leave my mark on her flesh... And where were you during that, Haruna? You were too busy getting emotional as you cut your fucking wrists over how the Vixens mistreated you. You want to point out how I got my match at Triple Threat and who the reason was for my main eventing? Well WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING DURING THAT TIME AND WHY WEREN'T YOU MAIN EVENTING? It wasn't because you didn't cause enough shit with other Vixens, it's because you were never good enough to be on the big stage with us. You were never good enough to have your name be known as one of the Vixens who stole the show! I never even made it to the winning side of that match, Haruna, weeks later, I wasn't granted anything by any authority figure any opportunity. I went for the kill and challenged the Champion herself! It was HER decision to put the title on the line, and it was because of this same decision that she was defeated. Do you see the fucking difference? I never had a choice in this matter, Haruna. Cleopatra made the decision for me because she thinks she can just treat us like puppets under her control, and as always, your whore brain falls for it! And out of the kindness of my heart, out of politeness and courtesy, I accepted this challenge because this is what Champions do. They prove to the world exactly why they have gold around their waists. They gun for big moments and show-stealing matches because THIS is the perfect time to prove their worth! Your one match will not matter once I stand tall after putting you through a glass table. Your one win is not going to be remembered once I PLASTER in the minds of the viewers my shining moment at House of Glass when I DEFEAT you for the title. Do you honestly think that people will fixate on one meaningless match on an Empire night, Haruna? Do you think anyone is going to remember how you got an extremely lucky victory over me? NO! So shut the fuck up, Haruna... No one is buying what you're selling! No one is convinced that you're strong enough, let alone brave enough to survive the ring with me. Because after House of Glass, everyone will only keep in mind how the Heart Break Gal stood tall in the end as she bravely and beautifully defended the Vixens Championship in a Glass Tables match! Everyone will remember this event as my road to another big victory. This will be a match where I completely CRUSH Haruna Sakazaki's spirit and leave her almost lifeless in the middle of the ring, while listening to her screams of agony over glass shards cutting through her flesh.

I’m ready to feel the pain. I’m ready to go to extreme lengths in order to establish my never-ending dominance on Empire. I’m ready to cement myself as the permanent face of the Vixens division as a whole. I’m ready live in the glory – the much anticipated, much deserved glory that I’ve worked so hard for. But I can’t help to feel a certain way. I certain way that can be deemed as negative. A certain vibe has been constantly over my head and I can’t help but to feel like I just want this phase of my life to get done and over with. Not because I’m intimidated – God knows that’s just downright impossible. But I’m simply wasting my time. We all know how this story is going to end. We all know who’s going to retain. This isn’t my first title defensive and it’s definitely not going to be my last.  House of Glass - This isn’t an unfamiliar setting. I know what I’m getting myself into. But…
 
I’m flustered.
 
I’m angry and annoyed.
 
I’m bothered that I have to waste more time talking to you, Tarah. Let’s be honest, prior to our Empress of Elite match we weren’t friends. You loved to go around social media and praise me constantly by stating ludicrous facts as to how much you admired and idolized me. Yet the moment I showed you why I call myself one of the greatest of all time you quickly tuck your tail between your legs and scurried away. You didn’t bother to look me in the eyes and shake my hand after I took away the Specialist Title from within your grasp because deep down you’re a jealous wreck. You put on this front and you try to make people believe that you’re this great sport that never has any ill feelings towards other but I can see right through you. I can see the envy ooze out of your pores and let me tell ya – it’s not a good look. It makes you ugly and unattractive more than you already fucking are. It makes you seem bitter and miserable, again – more than you already are. The more the days go by, the more my statement is becoming a cold, hard fact. You are the fat of the Sirens that needs to get trimmed, IMMEDIATELY. No, scratch that – You are the fat of Empire that needs to be discarded. No one needs Tarah Nova around. Your time of relevancy is far gone and there’s nothing you can do to salvage your image with the EAW universe. Unlike the OG herself, you can’t save face for the life of you. I was able to reinvent myself after years of being absent. I was able to establish myself as a threat among the new breed due to my immaculate connections. I build relationships with people that I know will benefit me in the end. You had a relationship with me, Tarah, but you blew it. Any sort of bridge we had you burned it. You incinerated it until it became nothing but ashes. After all the verbal abuse you’ve put me through, I don’t think we can move on from this. How can I possibly make amends with someone who is constantly whining because this “old hag” stole her spotlight?  You’re mad that I outshined you, princess? You’re pissed off because I kicked your ass so hard it made you go MIA for weeks? Were you embarrassed? Humiliated? Completely distraught? GOOD. I’m glad you feel that way. I hope I could record and replay the face you made the moment I was announced as the NEW Specialist champion. You don’t know the amount of money I would pay in order to have a slight glimpse of you later that night – crying to your boy toy as to how that match was “like totally unfair.” I wish I could’ve gotten a feel at the pillow you left soaked in your tears after coming to the realization that the leader of the vixen’s division is merely an old wives’ tale. You claim that you’re unphasable but I beg to differ. I straight up broke you and everyone took notice of how much I made you look like a bitch immediately.
 
And you really think that someone of my status would be afraid of you, of all people?! You’re one of the biggest morons I’ve ever spoken to, holy shit. I am a entrepreneur, a philanthropist. I’ve made millions doing the thing that I’m good at and I’ve also built an Empire. What have you done that’s so intimidating? Rode the dick of a guy that’s older than dirt? What’s so impressive about you, Tarah Nova? What barriers have you broken? What glass ceilings have you shattered? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MAKE YOU REMOTELY INTIMIDATING? NOTHING. Absolutely FUCKING NOTHING. I don’t speak to you because I don’t talk to trailer-park scum like you. You will never be on my level, EVER. Lower class scum could never compete with high class royalty like myself. Just remember one thing, Tarah, there is a reason why you haven’t been in the Hall of Fame despite the number of years you have devoted to the company. If that doesn’t scream mediocre to you then I don’t know what will.
 
But don’t feel SO saddened, Tarah, because you’re not the only clueless moron in this match. Only a true simpleton could confuse my lengthy, impressive resume as unoriginal. Only a true brainless dimwit can mistake my “give credit where credit is due” motto as “same shit but coming from a different mouth.” But if you want to talk about originality, Sheridan, then let’s take a moment and analyze as to what the fuck you preach day in and day out. Don’t get me wrong – you’re original. It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone incredibly patriotic in our division. It was definitely a sight to see like a year ago when you debut. But let’s be honest, and I know for a fact that I speak for everyone – Your German efficiency bullshit is worked TO THE GROUND. How many times will you speak of the same propaganda time after time again? See, if Tarah and I do say similar things at least you’re getting the perspective from two individuals and not the same fucking person regurgitating the same content every single time. We get it, Sher, you’re German. We get it, Sher, you’re efficient. We get it, Sher, you’re not as creative as the rest of us so you have to settle with playing the same tune over and over again. You’ve gotten away with it one too many times and YOU are the reason why I get migraines late at night. Not because you are threatening, but because you’re just annoying! You have your head shoved deep down in your ass that I’m positive that regardless of what I say it just won’t get through your thick skull. So what are we going to do, Sher? Are we going to continue to play this game of cat and mouse? Are you just going to berate my life choices time after time again? If there’s one thing about you Vixens is that you don’t bring the fiery passion that I’m looking for. Sheridan, correct me if I’m wrong, but is this not one of the biggest matches of your career? Do you genuinely want to win despite both the match type and title go against your morals? Do you really want to win? Do you really want to cement yourself on the record books and be known as the woman who beat the legendary Hall of Famer not once but TWICE? THEN SHOW ME THAT YOU WAN’T TO BE HERE. Give me something different, I’m begging you. Give me some variety, give me some flare! Some spice! You’re this monotone, imbecilic creature that walks around as if she can’t be touched. I’m going to rock your entire game plan, trust me on that one. I will make it my primary goal to make sure you can’t walk out of House of Glass on your own two feet. I’m going to make sure to do EVERYTHING in my power so you won’t be medically cleared to appear on shows after.
 
I don’t like you.
 
I’ve never liked you.
 
I will never like you.
 
And this hatred for you continues to grow sporadically as time goes by. You got the win over me at Pain for Pride and that’s fine but that’s old news. I’m not the same person I was four months ago. Unlike you, I’m versatile. I realized the mistakes I made and I fixed them. You, on the other hand, I know all the tricks you have up your sleeve. Someone as blinded as you is unable to take criticism. Someone like you is unable to get off of her high horse in order to realize her flaws. I, on the other hand, am prepared. I’ve done my research, I’ve taken the time and I’ve analyzed every single inch of my opponents. I’ve rewatched your old matches and I have studied them with immense intensity. This will not be another Sheridan Pain for Pride moment. This time, things are different. I don’t know how many times I can say that but I know in my heart that I will not go down without a fight.
 
You will have to kill me in order to rip away my title. You will have to knock all of the teeth in my mouth in order to get the pin on me. You will have to wrap my neck around the glass ring ropes in order to get the upper hand. Both of you will have to go above in beyond if you want to come out as the victor.
 

You will have to outdo the Specialist Champion, Kendra Shamez. You will have to do the impossible. And this time around, the ending to this story will not be a favorable one for you.

 
You know Nathan, you are actually a funny guy. No really, you’re hilarious. I’m not really sure what it is about you that makes me laugh, because it definitely isn’t your shitty jokes that you probably didn’t even think of and had someone else write for you. Maybe it’s your B-grade talk show that makes me giggle at how poorly done it is, or perhaps it’s the bullshit you continue to spill time in and time out. For a guy that continues to say that everything I’m saying is bullshit, it’s really you who is the one that’s rolling in it. You’re seriously poking fun of my mother now? What are you, fucking 12?! You’re representing a million-dollar wrestling business as one of its champions, and you’re making jokes about my mother. Holy fuck, you’ve fallen very low as a person. If I owned EAW I would be embarrassed of having you as one of its title holders. And you go on and pull some of your ridiculous friends in and dress them up and make them play pretend. I think with everything you do in this little game of yours, you’re declining in not only maturity, but age as well. Ladies and gentlemen, we have an 8-year-old girl as a Hardcore Champion! Haha! Laugh it up! If this is your definition of how you’ve been “playing” me, then I’m glad I lost that fucking game. But now, it’s time put all these stupid, childish jokes to the side, because I have something I want to say to you, and I don’t think you’re going to like it very much…


Maybe I’m going to be stating the painfully obvious, but you are a champion for a reason. The world knows it. You did work your ass off to get to EAW, I will be the first one to admit that. You worked your ass off for all those accolades you have accomplished over the course of your career, and yes okay, you worked your ass off in that Championship Scramble Match to become the Hardcore Champion. The world knows it; I know it … but we don’t necessarily agree with it. And I know you don’t care about anybody besides yourself, and the fact that you call me egotistical is ironically hypocritical. You are the biggest cynic I have ever had the displeasure of associating with my entire life. There’s a difference between having a large ego, and having confidence in one’s self. I have all the confidence in the world in myself that, despite my injured knee, that I will walk into Voltage this Sunday with nothing, and then walk out with everything. As I’ve said before, I’ve wrestled with injuries that were far more severe for matches that meant a lot less. You sit there and continue to exaggerate everything that I am saying. You’re twisting my words just to see if my fanbase and my friends will turn on me. The difference between my friends and yours is simply this – my friends know that I’m real, while your friends ACT like you’re real. You’re not a real champion Nate. A real champion wouldn’t invent some ridiculous talk show, hiding behind a desk and a production crew and say all the things that you’re afraid to say to me face to face. A real champion would walk straight up to me, look me in the eyes and say all the things they wanted to say straight to my face. But maybe you’re too afraid of verbal conflict because you actually do know that deep down inside that the things you say are bullshit. You’ve avoided me ever since I won that Hardcore Invitational at Territorial Invasion. You sat behind a commentator’s desk while I was in the ring winning a match, and then instead of talking to me face to face on the microphone, the next week you decided to go out of your way to try and make things easier for you, and injure my leg. So how about quit playing the, “I know you are but what am I?” game, because you already know who you are, and you already know what’s going to happen to you. You’re the man that’s going to realize that failure is an option for you come Sunday, and you’re going to disappoint your stupid, idiotic friends that don’t know any better that you continue to surround yourself with to make you feel superior. You’re going to wake up each and every morning after your loss and look at yourself in the mirror, and realize what a total and utter fuckwit you have become. And when all your friends disperse and disappear from you, you’re going to realize that you’re alone, and let me tell you – loneliness and failure is a terrible, terrible mix.



I noticed you didn’t respond to all the truth I spat at you on your stupid Fiora Report. You avoided the most important things that I said, and honestly I am not surprised you did. So instead of responding to it, you continue to repeat yourself and call me pathetic and say that I am the golden boy or the hero of EAW. Repetition is going to get you nowhere, Nate. If there is one thing you were right about in everything you said though, is that I am desperate. You’re absolutely right. I am desperate, and I haven’t denied that since I came out of retirement. My number one goal since returning to the ring was to climb my way back up to the top, and the fact that I’m doing that in only a couple of months since returning proves again, I am everything I say I am. That’s not egotistical, it’s just a fact. Go back through all the matches I’ve had since returning, and see what I’ve done. I’ve kept up with this new era of wrestling just fine, and now I’m ready to continue to climb my way back up. And if you don’t like that, then too fucking bad. When I set my mind to a goal, I’m not going to stop until I achieve it. Simple as that. So yes, I am desperate but for all the right reasons. I’m not desperate for approval from my peers like you are, and I’m not desperate to take the easy ways out just to hold onto a championship. I’m desperate to get back to the top for myself, my girlfriend, my real friends and family, and my fans – all of which have supported me through thick and thin. So wake up to yourself Nate, and stop living in this awful dream world you’ve placed yourself in, because this Sunday reality is gonna slap you hard on the face in the form of my fists, and when your shoulders are on laying on that mat, I’m going to be standing above you with the Hardcore Championship in the air, as EAW’s new champion. The Killer has spoken. 

VOLTAGE III - THE FIORA REPORT: THE TRUTH ABOUT KEELAN CETINICH.

"WE HAVE BREAKING NEWS. BREAKING NEWS, EVERYONE!"

"STAY TUNED FOR A SPECIAL BROADCAST OF YOUR ONLY LEGITIMATE SOURCE FOR NEWS, THE FIORA REPORT!"

(Nathan Fiora is seen sitting in his seat, holding a golden microphone in his deluxe suite.  His Hardcore title and suit have been polished.  Fiora is oozing with confidence and takes a few sips out of a glass cup.  There is a television screen right next to Nathan, which says “BREAKING NEWS” and shows Keelan Cetinich’s face photoshopped into a child.  In the side, there is Marco Fedor with a crying face on another child.)

Nathan Fiora: Slobs and snobs alike, welcome to the greatest show to ever hit EAW television.  No, it’s not that stupid show that Kenny Drake makes with his slut; it’s the one and only...Fiora Report!  It is hosted by the best man to ever set foot into a wrestling ring, the God of Hardcore, Nathan Fiora!  I’m here to report the truth and the truth only.  It’s time for me to hit you all with this straight Fiora Fire!  This Fiora Report special is based on some breaking news that I’ve received from an unnamed source.  Sadly, I’m here to report some terrible news about the challenger for my Hardcore Title, Keelan Cetinich.  This source has told The Fiora Report team that Keelan is not cleared to compete.  The unnamed source has also told me that this injury will not be cleared ever...Keelan basically has no career, scums of the earth.  The most incompetent leader in history, Carlos Rosso, has yet to make an announcement, but my team is letting me know that said announcement will be given any second now.  That’s why you tune into MY show and no one else; I’m the only person who gets these scoops.  In the meantime, we were able to contact some close individuals to the former challenger and we want to hear more about the truth.  First, we have Keelan’s Personal Trainer, Kissmi Assman.

(Kissmi Assman arrives to the scene, who looks devastated.  Nathan hands him a Keelan T-Shirt to blow his nose in and and wipe his tears.)

Nathan Fiora: I’m so sorry about Keelan.  I was really looking forward to wipe out this scum from the planet.  This is the biggest question that I have for you: How did you find out about Keelan’s real condition?  

Kissmi Assman: Well, we were training for his match against you this week.  He seemed to be alive and ready until we started doing jumping jacks.  He’s always had a bit of trouble doing them; he’s not Nathan Fiora who does these perfectly.  This time around, his knee caved in again and he began to cry and squeal at the pain he was suffering.  

Nathan Fiora: Haha, nice.  What happened afterwards?

Kissmi Assman: Afterwards, he began to call for his mom.  He was all like “Mama Cetinich, I need to suck on your milk to make me feel better again!  I need my mommy!”.  It was embarrassing, man.  You should’ve seen his best friend, Marco.  The little punk ran away after I tried to teach him how to embrace pain.  

Nathan Fiora: Ah….like a little bitch.  Alright, it’s time for our next guest.  Let’s get a real professional here like Doctor Dick Anoos.  So doctor, tell me what happened to his knee.

Dr. Dick Anoos: Well, Nathan, in lamest terms, his knee completed shattered and Keelan has decided not to go to a doctor until that incident.  The Fiora screen should be showing some of the X-Rays.  This has to be one of the worst looking shattered knee I’ve ever seen.  There’s no chance for his knee to make a full recovery.  His career is definitely over.  

Nathan Fiora: What a shame.  I’m crying in the inside...wait what?  I’ve just been informed that our new challenger has arrived!  He is one of the best wrestlers in the world.  His name?  It’s Miranda James!  

(A local enhancement talent arrives and shakes hands with Fiora, looking very clumsy and incapable.  Nathan stands face to face with the enhancement talent while photographers begin to take some pictures.)

Nathan Fiora: You heard it here on The Fiora Report, you despicable people that I love calling termites!  We’ll be right back after these advertisements that will fire up your mood.  Idiots.

(The scene fades to a commercial featuring Nathan in a very romantic setting.)

Nathan Fiora: Have you ever felt lonely?  Have you ever felt like there’s no one to help your sexual needs?  Well, there’s an answer to all your doubts!  It’s Keelan’s mom!  She can blow you, hold you, milk you and gold dig you!  If you ever her, you just have to press this button on my hand and she’ll be all yours.  You can get this amazing order for only one million payments of nada!  What?  No way!  Yes way!  She’s just that cheap.  BUT THAT’S NOT ALL!  You can also get Marco’s mom for the same price.  Yeah, nothing surprising.  If you are interested in this hooker of a deal, you can call 1-800-FUCK-KEELAN!  1-800-FUCK-KEELAN!  Now ladies, Father Fiora gets a first chance at ya! 

Mothers: Oh, Nathan!  You’re really the God of Hardcore!  

(We come back to Nathan, who is on a desk, relaxed and laughing with someone in the background.)

Nathan Fiora: Here’s a segment I like to call “Talking Fire”.  I am here to address what the FORMER number one contender said to me.  I have a transcript of what this guy said.  Blah, blah, blah.  Bullshit no one wants to keep hearing.  Everyone, here’s a word of advice: Never repeat the same old shit to make yourself look good.  I’ll address some of it since I feel so bad about the end of Keelan Cetinich’s career.  His journey was just like every other person’s.  He’s trying to make himself feel oh so special, but he isn’t a diamond, he’s just fool’s gold.  There are people in EAW who don’t like the business and still succeed.  What’s the big deal?  Keelan is just pathetic at this point.  He’s trying to find excuse after excuse to make himself look like the golden boy of this industry.  That’s desperation at its finest.  Why are you trying to seem like some sort of underdog, Keelan?  I have to say that it’s a cute attempt at best, but what are you trying to accomplish here?  Everyone and their mother has heard the story that you had to work hard to get into this place.  What, did everyone else not work as hard to get here like you?  Are you calling everyone here less worthy than you?  That’s it; I have you figured out.  Your ego is starting to get in the way and like you said, that’s someone’s downfall.  I call myself better than everyone else because I’ve simply earned the right to say that.  I’ve won the accolades and been in enough competition here to call myself better than you.  What have you done, chump?  Winning a simple match for a number one contender opportunity is really nothing.  There are many who win this opportunity and they aren’t called the best.  You have to actually hold the gold to be considered the best and right now, I don’t ever see you holding the Hardcore title.  What, why?  Did I hurt your feelings?  I’m sorry that I did, but reality can be a bit of a bitch.  Your knee injury is your reality and you have to face it.  Stop worrying about everyone else and actually focus on what matters.  Everywhere you go, there are people in it for the money and fame.  You’ve even implied that I’m one of those people and I say shut up.  Do you even know who I am, kid?  Have you seen the blood, sweat and tears I’ve given to these ungrateful migraines?  I bet you haven’t.  You haven’t even been around enough to get well-educated opinions.  Your veteran aspects are neutered here.  When you arrive to this company, you are considered a newbie and you have to work your way up.  So get back to me when you’ve been in this company more time than I have.  Also, if you said that you won’t be at one hundred percent, then why do you think you’ll win?  You said it yourself; when you’re not at one hundred percent, you don’t get the job done.  I mean, you can’t even walk at this point, so why even try?  Let’s say that you try to fight this weekend, against GM Carlos Rosso’s orders; you’ll end up dead.  Your knee will be in a condition where you’ll have to get it amputated.  I’ll bash your skull on the mat, time and time again, until blood and other fluids come out of your mouth.  Your body will be put through tables, ladders, chairs, glass; I don’t care.  They will have to pull you out of here in a stretcher while I laugh at your misery.  That’s what your destiny is.  You just have to face the reality of your situation. 

(The screen shows a bunch of failed wrestlers that EAW has brought up.  Keelan is featured right in the middle of the screen, with a “FAILED” sticker on his head.)

Nathan Fiora: Aw, doing the whole “I’m gonna be successful because everyone else who has my story is successful too” shtick?  C’mon, kid.  I can show you the list of people who have spewed out the same things as you but failed.  You see, each one of them was just like you; a kid who wanted justice in the world of corruption.  Sadly, you can’t fight this system because corruption is in its roots.  You will slowly realize that you’re not getting what you want, no matter how you try.  The fans around you eventually give up on you because you fail time and time again.  They move on to the next hotshot with the underdog vibes.  Then you don’t know what to do; you’ve lost everything.  I’ve witnessed this time and time again, but you won’t listen, Keelan.  You believe that you’re right about me, but deep in your heart, you believe what I’m saying.  Keelan believes that there is no way to being recognized unless you make the changes that will make you great.  You’re a pushover and I bet anyone in this locker room would say the same.  That’s why you hang around Marco; you both hold similarities that make you twinsies.  Marco has this stupid philosophy that you have.  Look at him; he’s begging for attention in this match!  You are too innocent to realize that he’s just using you to get himself into prominence again.  My persona has told the truth and you don’t want to follow it.  Fighting back your true destiny of being killed by me is only going to leave you conflicted and broken.  Me, on the other hand, has adapted, changed, and evolved to who I am right now.  Everyone is talking about me because they see the talent that I have.  If there’s another reality where I lost the title, I’d be propelled to the world title scene.  I’ve already cemented my name into EAW and I’m not worried about becoming a poor old man.  You see,  Keelan, I can make it on my own, unlike your fetus self.  Pretending that you know what I’m about and actually knowing me are different, okay?  My question to you is: What happens when you lose?  What happens when you’re all talk and no walk?  Are you going to be spitting out the same bullshit, lying to yourself and calling the win your destiny?  Don’t say the obvious “I’m not even losing, so” or “I’ll work harder”; this is your shot.  You either succeed or fail.  I will be able to keep living all of my lives, happily and winning.  You, on the other hand, will be a victim of reality.  You’ll basically be reality’s bitch, while you fake your smile every night, knowing that you lost to Nathan Fiora.  So who’s going to be the real irrelevant person coming out of this?  It’s YOU.  One big match with six men can only help your credibility so much.  I have piles of five-star matches on my lap and I’m not worried about my future.  YOU’RE the one worried about your future.  You keep resorting to these cheesy antics while I preach the truth.  That’s why I call myself the GOD of HARDCORE.  So keep throwing your open-handed comments towards me; I’m not afraid of what you’re saying anymore.  I told you that I was playing with you and you continue to fall into my trap.  My hands control this ring, bell and world.  I am the puppet master of the masses.  Always remember that. 

"THE TRUTH IS INSIDE OF YOU. STOP RUNNING FROM THE INEVITABLE." 

(Nathan is seen adjusting his suit after he gets up.  The cameras show him taking a drink and a smoke.  He walks away as there is an outro to The Fiora Report.  The scene fades to black.)

It seems only fitting that I face off against a fellow Hall of Fame class candidate in Hades this week because not only will I get to demonstrate who stands the most superior among our class but also draw a future Hall of Fame championship title shot whilst I am it. I realize it is customary for an elitist to belittle his opponent for their faults but when the elitist himself himself has been no more exceptional in the past few months, it just humors me. My merit to fight for this championship is not equivalent to the few months since I have returned but rather my whole career from the start which I have defined as a Hall of Fame career. And on that admission alone, I am light years ahead of you Hades. In fact, in definition you are more a devoted elitist who has served his company well more than anything. I would say that you exceeded the limitations that were set for you because you were not supposed to be anything more than just ordinary, my recurring thoughts used to scream to me that you were not anything memorable. You have been a beneficiary of convenient timing within this company, when this company lacked firepower in its ranks, your stature more than your talent was enough to convince them that you had what was required to become the top guy around here. It is safe to say that everyone was utterly disillusioned once you finally get your time in the limelight because every performance was lackluster and foiled with the same apathetic passion. In my case, it was more so that the ever so fickle yet extremely adept elitist stepped into his own and took the company by storm. Furthermore, I do not intend for a one year solid run to define my whole career so regardless of what bullshit rhetoric you may throw at me, I am taking this match more serious than you probably ever expected me to. In hindsight, everything else will become insignificant once we enter the ring this weekend because our rings are not going to be defining how we will perform in the ring this weekend and the matter of fact is, this time, I just happen to want it much more than you do.

When I made my intentions known for the Hall of Fame championship, it was only a mere civility call to the rest of the roster. I did not actually intend for anyone to actually step up, I expected to drive my challenge to the champion himself and face him directly for the golden championship. But for some reason, there are unwritten courtesy rules implemented in this company where you must somehow earn your way to fight for a title so I was placed against Hades who so conveniently and impatiently attacked me in my match against one of the other elitists on the roster. However, if people need satisfaction in order to convince themselves that I am more than worthy of facing off for the Hall of Fame title regardless of who is holding it then I have nothing against taking down Hades in this glass death-match. My record is far more than sub-par in this event so it is safe to say that glass and I do not get along too well so I do not take the challenge ahead of me too lightly for I know that I will have to be very sharp to walk out of this match unscathed but I can take with me the certainty that when I drop Hades on his arse, that glass is going to cut and be deeply buried somewhere in his body. You like the many before you sound almost sound envious at the fact that I have always been able to 'cut' in front of the line and receive championship shots but it comes with the territory of being a legitimate elitist who is predetermined to bring in a cult in numbers never seen before. Whilst others need stories with tears and blood to frame a match and give it some kind of merit, all I need to make an match an extravaganza is participate in it so whether I am placed in the Pain for Pride main event for the world title or in a House Glass match for a chance at the Hall of Fame championship, it is never anti-climatic. If anything, you should be thanking me for presenting you the opportunity to luster in the limelight once again after your supposed fight off against Kevin Devastation when in reality, your last actual test and match in the ring was me when I faced you on Dynasty the week after we got drafted. The very thing you despise and envy is the thing giving you the convenience of being in the same ring as me again. However, do not let that grope you into believing that I think you are a laudable opponent for me - you are just the best the lot can muster up for me at this point in time. At this point in my career, I can tackle any fears so come at me with all that you have Hades because I can assure you that it will not be enough. As a versed elitist, there is not much more that I wish to reach out for so after I am able to secure this chance for the Hall of Fame title, I expect to go all out and add a prestigious title to peak off my career. You are simply an overstep for me at this point and nothing more. Prepare yourself for the inevitable and erase any doubt that I am the most superior Hall of Fame in our class because even if you do not choose to, I will make it perfectly clear this weekend at House of Glass. Royalty will be Hall of Fame again, Devan Dubian will be on the horizons peak once again.

I.

San Diego, California --- my birthplace, where I was born thirty-two years ago, where I was raised for most of my life... this week, on Showdown, I get to compete there in front of my mother, my father and my siblings. I've never competed there before in my career, in the Valley View Casino Center, an arena that I've never stepped foot in before but I'm thankful to even be competing, to have competed for many years, to compete where I was born. My father used tell me that he'd go to the San Diego Rockets games before they relocated to Houston, the arena was the San Diego Sports Arena then. Regardless that we have no actual teams here and regardless that the arena is no longer the San Diego Sports Arena... it's the arena that my father used to go to and to be there, some years later, is rather surreal to me. I never would've thought that I'd get to compete there because I haven't so far in my career but to be there and to be out there in front of my father and them, keeps me single-minded on what I have to do and what I have to do? Is win. Lately, San Diego hasn't had much... the Padres have never been winning and the Chargers have been getting shafted. San Diego hasn't been winning much but this week, on Showdown? I'm winning for them. That might seem like a somewhat hard task because I might go down to a non-contact ACL injury like most of the Chargers' players but unlike the Chargers' players, I've conditioned myself to endure everything there is to endure in the ring. I've been conditioned and I condition myself so much that I'm hardly ever injured. I might've been hurt, I might've been bruised, I might've even been battered but I've never suffered an injury because I'm not thinking about what I can and can't do out there in the ring; I'm not trying to be too safe out there because I'm trying to put on the most tense and most competitive matches. Because if I'm thinking about it, if I'm that concerned, then that's on the back of my mind and I won't compete like I normally compete. I've never been that safe in the ring because I'm careless about my safety. I'm not restraining myself; I'm uninhibited.

II.

You're not safe out there in the ring with me, you're not safe if I'm that single-minded, you're not that safe if I'm ticked off and I've been ticked off for the past month because of Nico Borg and his little antics. Nico Borg has been trying to get to my head, been trying to get me to break but I'm not breaking; I'm not bending for him. I kneel for no human being, I kneel for God. He could cut my legs off, I won't be on my knees for him. I won't be begging for him to show me mercy. I won't be like him. We've had our fair share of interference in matches but there's no interfering this week, not from Nico Borg. Because if he tries to, if he tries to interfere? I'll rearrange his nose, I'll blacken his eye and God will turn a blind eye to what else I do to him. See, these threats? These threats aren't empty. These threats, I've told myself I'd do if he even thinks of interfering in my match this week. I wouldn't sleep if he interfered because I'd be thinking of what to do to him, I'd be thinking of how to get my hands on him and I'd be thinking of where to dispose his body. I suggest not even trying. I'd even suggest that to the tool that I have to get in the ring with this week but that'd be implying that he tries to begin with. He hasn't tried whatsoever and this week? He won't try. I mean, he hasn't even thought of talking to me sideways, he hasn't said much and that's okay because that's what I like. No talking; getting in the ring and compete. Though, he never gets in the ring to compete. He gets in the ring, thinking that he won't get hurt because he's so big but he forgets to condition himself like he forgets to think with his head. He has no sense like I've said before. I'd think before he can and put his big head into the mat. He's the biggest tool I've ever been in the ring with and he's a bigger pussy. I couldn't care less for his safety and well being because he couldn't care less himself and for that, he's not getting out of the ring unscathed.

III.

We're not alike; I'm in fitted suits, Rolex watches and luxury cars and he? He's in a v-neck, skinny jeans and a Dodge Ram to compensate for his penis size. That's sad in itself but what's even sadder is that he's nothing himself and that he's incapable of thinking for himself but the saddest thing is that, at the end of the match, he's still nothing. Nothing to me. This week, I'm at my birthplace, I'm in the arena that I heard of throughout my childhood, in front of my father.... I'm not getting screwed. Not this week.

Cody Marshall's Civil War has begun. My first target, tubby two-by-four Philly Kid, fell to the baddest southern man on the planet. Make no mistake, it wasn't easy. You punch this fella in the gut and your fist just rebounds right back at ya. In fact, I bet if someone fired a gun at that blubbery torso, the bullet would bounce back and hit the shooter in the face! Philly Kid is nothing but a tub of lard, and I will defeat him again at Rite of Passage. And that will be his Rite of Passage into adulthood. Big Vinny, though, he presents a different challenge. He's from Brooklyn, which is only slightly better than fucking Philadelphia. You think you're tough and bad, Big Vinny? Well let me tell you something boy: you ain't shit. Your daddy was in the mob, so what? Whatcha gonna do, get some hired gun to take me out before the match? You're just an inferior northern version of myself. You look at your moveset and it's like someone took a Xerox of mine. That means a photocopy, kid. Are you even old enough to vote? You know I'm the number one big man in EAW, so you just ripped off my moves! But you'll never be able to match this hardworking southern man-beast. 

You are nothing but a cheap imitation. You look like you're going to spend your life having one epiphany after another, always thinking you've figured out what's holding you back, and how you can finally unleash your potential in the ring and out of it. But nothing will ever change. This cycle of mediocrity isn't due to some obstacle--it's who you are. The thing standing in the way of your dreams, is that the person having them is you. Tomorrow night I will crush your dreams for good and send you back to your daddy's house, crying and screaming in pain. Then yo daddy's gonna slap you in the face cause you're a waste of space and nobody loves you! You are an inferior product. You are Betamax, and I am VHS! You don't even get that reference! Dumb ass motherfucker, look like ya never even cracked a book open in your life. You got mirror muscles, all for show. You weigh what, 270? And you're bragging about benching 300? Kid, that's barely above your body weight. You are certainly no powerlifter. Sure, you're better than the average dude, but I ain't no average dude! I'm a guy who had nothing handed to me and worked my way up to the fucking top! You grew up coddled by your Mafioso dad with his gay ass pinky ring and corny top hat. Me? My father died when I was 11 years old. I was working damn near full time while going to school since my early teens. Wrestling was my chance to strike it rich, and provide the best life for my wife and kids. So I took it, and I work harder than anyone else to keep my spot. Because for you, this is just something you do cause you saw it on TV, thought it was cool, and your daddy gave you money to train. Me? This is how I survive. This is how I support my family. This was my way out of poverty and this is my life's calling from God!

First Pennsylvania fell, tomorrow New York. Cody Marshall's civil war continues. God Bless America!

(Inside a bar a decent crowd is seen drinking and rejoicing. In a corner table, a mildly bulky man is seen looking at his watch frequently and taking sips from his glass of beer. Soon, another man joins him and the two greet each other warmly. The first man orders the bartender to mix another drink for the second man as they start talking. Soon, the second man’s drink arrives)


Man #1: Weekend came early huh?

Man #2: What can I say? We got the luckiest jobs

(Both smile and click their glasses together)

Man #1: Are you sure that the news is true though? That he has flown to Dubai and that his father has hired a whole new crew of bodyguards to protect him from the “dangers of middle east”?

Man #2: Yeah I checked the EAW website and their next Voltage show will be on Dubai and so Dubai is where he will be. Now as far as the bodyguard situation goes, he father is very rich and so he does whatever he thinks is best for his son.

Man #1: Really? His father? You want to refer to your employer not by Sir followed by his real name?

Man #2: Relax man, he ain’t here to hear us. He probably is in his room right now fucking someone’s daughter.

(Both drink some more)

Man #1: Man I really wanted to go to Dubai. Heard the place was filled with rich people and exotic things. And someone of the women there are hot

Man #2: Well, nah man. I mean, it’s the Middle East after all and there crime runs rampant too. Plus, we are not rich and so we would be treated like hammered shit there. As far as women go, you wife is quite hot too. What say you let me have a go at her tonight?


(Man #1 jabs Man #2 in his stomach lightly as they both laugh and drink)

Man #2: But you gotta say, Mike has been doing pretty well lately. I heard that in his debut he beat a former champion and this week, he beat a man who wrestled in EAW for like five more months. I am telling you man, Mike has got a talent for this. He might be an ass but he really does not lie about winning.

Man #1: Oh yeah? Well I saw those matches and the conclusion for both of them are questionable. In the first one, he set his personal guards loose on his opponent while he was distracting the referee and in the second one, he twisted his mask and gave that Sven guy a low blow. Seems to me like his wins are filled with nothing but garbage


Man #2: Maybe but look, he is 2-0 right? He wins, no matter what and as long as he keeps on winning, he will continue to climb the ladders of success in EAW. He will win titles, trophies and what not. You know, just this last day I overheard a phone conversation between Mike and some other guy whom he kept calling as Ahren Fournier. Said he would be happy to hear his proposal regarding some business matter. He is getting noticed man I am telling you

Man #1: Business discussion? In a wrestling show? Wow, must be some important shit

Man #2: Exactly. Mike is on the way to something big and I can see it and as long as he wins matches, no matter how he does it, nothing can stop him


Man #1: What’s his father got to say about that?

Man #2: Too busy to notice from what I hear. I don’t think so he even knows that his son is wrestling every week. Even if he knew, I am sure he would have praised Mike. Because he is a man who is ruthless in his dealings. It’s win it all for him and in whatever way that comes, he is fine. How do you think he built such an empire? You know, they all come from a very modest family background. His grandfather used to work in some farm in Nebraska and now they are here, in LA living the dream. How do you think someone goes from the farm to becoming a multi-millionaire without some other crooked means?

Man #1: Wow that is fucked up

Man #2: Yeah, I know. Better you not focus too much on it and do your job. Be a puppet. When they tell you to smile, you smile and when they tell you to cry, you cry. Let Mike do whatever he wants because after his father, he runs this entire empire. That means very soon, he might become your new boss. So, just stay quiet and earn money.

(They become silent and without looking at each other finish the drink)

Man #1: Hey, wanna have one more?

Man #2: Sure. This round is on me


(They go to the counter for another drink as the night goes on)