The camera opens on Pizza Boy sitting in a corridor backstage, still in his ring gear after his appearance on Showdown.  He twitches and cracks his neck as his antsy eyes scan the hallway like a nervous child looking for a way to duck out of a meeting with the principal.  He clasps the seat of the chair under him with both hands and follows every body that passes by him with his eyes.

"It seems like I've got a lot on my plate right now.  Maybe too much? Maybe insurmountable odds...no, that's never really stopped me before has it? I've scanned these hallways for men in black suits before, making sure to watch my back at every step.  This isn't my first hostile takeover of a brand after all...wow that sentence sounds sad and dumb.  Why do people keep trying to take over? Is it because they're rich and therefore 'know better?' is it because they have ulterior motives? or is it just because they think they have the muscle to do so? so they do and everyone suffers because of it.  I suffer, they suffer, the crowd and ratings suffer.  I don't get it really but I've never been one for politics.  I mean, even if I were isn't it a season to be kind of nihilistic about a political party? both sides have kind of rotten apple candidates.  I mean, I'm seriously asking you Ryan.  This seems to be your dogma.  You profess to be a marxist right? Like that's your whole thing, your whole reason for being, your modus operandi for doing what you do in the ring right? I mean it's like Nico beats people up because he 'does it for god'.  Like, unspeakable, horrid, tremendously violent things.  The same goes for Judas with OMERTA.  He's trying to get gold for some syndicate, so he jumps me with two other thugs, the only honest thugs in this entire place if we're being disgustingly truthful, and in doing so justifies trying to end my career."

PB's posture straightens as he cuts his eyes downward with a gallows expression on his face.

"So what's your reason for beating me down? Did Karl Marx possess a dog and tell you to rip my working class face off? Did Frederich Engels come to you in a dream and say 'kill the Pizza Boy' while dancing with a little person in a red room?"

PB hunkers down and cuts his eyes around one last time as he stares stone cold serious into the camera.

"Did Bernie Sanders touch you? so you had to get revenge by going the other way with socialism?"

PB bites his lip and recoils as he throws his hands up.

"Hey, we're all friends here.  I'm not judging.  Show me on the Che Guevara poster where he touched you."

PB shrugs and crosses his arm as he turns away from the camera in his seat defiantly.

"I'm sick of the nutjobs.  Really, why do they come to me? Is it because I have a very personal belieg in creationism that I don't lash out with or force upon other people? Does it come off as a challenge? or a weakness? or some sort of declaration of war? Take a hint EAW; I don't care what you believe in! I don't care if it's your deranged mother, ten years dead, hanging out in the fruit cellar.  I don't care if it's some super secret, super cool, super occult mob ring.  I don't even care that it's nothing like Drake and Jones.  As a matter of fact, I PREFER nothing, because at least then they don't try to justify being straight up dicks!"

PB holds his hands out in front of him, as if silencing some unseen entity that's trying to speak back.

"I'm going to level with you man.  There are bigger things brewin' on Showdown than some college thesis paper on the combined rites of church and some 3rd world government.  Turn your term paper in somewhere else or don't.  Quite frankly I don't care.  And I'm sure you're going to be the type that loves to get someone in a submission and mutter bullshit like some homeless dude at a stop light playing street preacher to a captive audience, but I promise you that nothing you'll say will get through to me because there's nothing you can do to me that I haven't already been through."

Pizza Boy hops in his chair like a spoiled brat having a tantrum until he's facing the camera again.  He slaps himself in the face and shoots daggers into the lens with his eyes.

"I've been thrown from cells, drown in public rest facilities, thrown down bleacher steps and hurled off of ladders.  I've had the back of my head ricochet off of the edge of a table and I still went on to win the match.  I'VE BEEN LIT ON FIRE MAAAAN! How am I going to get it through to you that some submission move, some rest hold, some suplex just ain't gonna cut it for ol' PB anymore?!"

PB's heavy breathing starts to grow shallower and shallower as his defensive posture and dead cold eyes grow soft.  He slaps his forehead and almost falls back in his chair in the process.

"I'm not trying to be a judgmental prick.  That's bullshit of me, OK? Believe what you want to believe.  Believe Franz Kafka turned into a fly and whispered all of the secrets of the world into your ear for all I care.  It's cool.  That's, that's really...great, but my problem is that I'm really, really, and I mean realllllly keyed up right now and I don't have an outlet until next week to let some of it out.  I'm sure a guy like you with your sense of self-worth is fine with that statement, but what you're probably not fine with is the fact that I'm looking through you. 
...
 And you shouldn't be.  
...
That's unfair. 
...
 To you.
...
And I apologize, but it doesn't change the facts does it? and the facts are apparent; I'm sick of zealots, I'm sick of bullies, and I'm sick of mental patients who think Jonathan Swift was being serious.  It's not your fault, man.  I mean, well it IS your fault because you embody all of these problems, but it's all circumstantial.  I don't know you from a hole in the anatomy.  Maybe you're a sweet guy, maybe you'll go far, and maybe you're one of those doe eyed kids who just wants to make the world make sense, but man...I'm...I'm fed up with it.  Sorry.  Not buying what' you're selling.   Don't take offense.  I never do.  Just...just go away. Go away before I make you go away.  Go away before I unjustly do to you what I wanted to do to Ares, and Murrow, and Jones.  And I will.  Soon.  But that's not your problem, and I'm being rude.  This time is about you, but I don't care.  I really just...don't care.  You're an obstacle in my to my road to redemption.  Another quack in my path, another human pothole who thinks this is about them somehow.  It...it's not.  It just isn't...sorry.  No hard feelings...?

PB gives an awkward and inappropriate thumbs up to the camera, followed by a shrug, followed by him grabbing the seat of his chair and slowly hopping out of frame with a deer in headlights stare on his face as the camera cuts to black.

 
Cailin Dillon runs the ropes and hits a dropkick. She plays to the fans in a small, dingy gymnasium. Maybe 200 people at best are here watching this one. She has a smile on her face, platinum blond hair flowing down her back and a crowd full of Texas natives behind her. She turns around into a clothesline that takes her down to the mat. Immediately her opponent grabs her arm and puts a knee into Cailin’s back, wrenching on her arm and pulling. Cailin struggles. She won’t tap. No way. And then there’s a pop. So audible she’s almost sure her opponent could hear it too. Your left shoulder isn’t supposed to make noises like this. It isn’t supposed to feel like that. She screams out in pain as the referee approaches in concern. Tears streaming out of her eyes from the pain alone. She pushes him away and crawls to her feet. Her opponent lets the arm go with a look of fear stamped across her face. Boom! A superkick from Cailin hits the opponent right in the jaw and she’s out. Cailin hooks the leg, screaming in pain as the ref counts out the win. She stands up, slumping her left shoulder as her right arm is raised and leaves the ring in a hurry. Backstage a doctor is waiting for her, but she practically runs past him, ignoring him. She knows right where she’s going. Driving through the pain, wiping away her watering eyes with her right arm, she reaches that farmhouse on the outskirts of Fort Worth. She stumbles in and pushes everything off the kitchen table, laying down as a man walks into the room.
 
Tommy Dillon: Cailin, good god what are you doing? Are you ok?
 
Cailin Dillon: It’s my shoulder. My shoulder popped out. Just put it back. Come on dad.
 
Tommy hurries over and looks around the area, he unhooks his belt and pulls it off. She grabs it out of his hand and bites down as he grabs a sack and fills it with some cans. He places it in her hand as her arm drapes off the side of the table. He pushes down on the shoulder and it pops back in as she turns and spits out the belt, teeth marks left in the leather as she lets out a primal scream… Cailin jerks awake in present time. It was a dream. Memories of the past flooding in. She sits up out of bed, grabbing her phone and starting a video, bed head and all. She sits up and leans back against the wall.
 
Reina, I was just thinking about you. Funny how you want me to know what it means to be broken. It’s true, I’m tough to break. I wouldn’t say I’m unbreakable, but I’m not Miss Glass either. It takes a lot. I can only think of one time where it happened. It was an accident on my part. I was acting lackadaisical and let an opponent get the best of me. From that I learned a valuable lesson that carried on with me to this day. That’s how everything has always worked for me. I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my career. I’ve won matches and I’ve lost matches, but one thing has always remained consistent. I learn from them. All of them. My mistakes have always been what I focused on as I worked to get better. And I’ve made them since Day 1. I was never meant to be a professional wrestler. My mother probably would have wanted me to become a doctor or a lawyer, or maybe just a good mother myself. But I didn’t grow up with her around. All I ever had was my dad. And my dad loved wrestling. So naturally, I loved it too. He didn’t always support the idea of his little girl throwing herself around the ring because of the love of the fight. But he understood it. He grew to embrace it. This was what was best for me. He could see that I was learning more about life from being in that ring than I ever could from spending my time in college trying to become a professional worker in a day job. No, I was never born to be a wrestler. But I was born a fighter. I’ve always fought for what I believe in, fought to get what I wanted most, and fought for myself. So here I sit backed up against a wall by another opponent who want to challenge whether or not I have it. Who’s begging me to prove I’m not just another waste of her time like the ones she’s faced before. Well Reina, when I get hit, I hit back. When I get knocked down, I get back up and knock my opponent down. And when I’m backed into a corner and it looks like I have no chance of escape, I battle my way out in a flurry and I don’t stop until I win that battle. You want someone that’s willing to meet you in that ring and go to straight war. You got it. This is the right person you’ve been looking for. This will not be a waste of your time. It won’t be a waste of mine. You’re not just another primadonna or a wannabe idiot that straps on a bikini and runs to the ring demanding she’s given title shots. You’re a woman that knows what she wants, what she wants to happen and you’re going to fight for it. That’s where we’re similar. In a myriad of differences, we both know what we want and we’re not willing to settle. So I get it, Reina. You do need me. You’ve needed me from the moment you signed on the dotted line with EAW. You needed something that kept you from just sitting on your laurels and getting bored. We can actually fight and we can actually go to war like you’ve wanted to for weeks.
 
I know how you are. You came here thinking you’d sign on that line, blow your way past these trash Vixens and then find your self fighting the men. You’re too good a fighter to be reserved to just fighting the ladies. But around here, the tone is different. There are a few women here that are true ass kickers. Believe me, you fit in more than I think you’ll ever realize. We need more Reinas and we need more Cailins in this company. Or maybe we just need more battles between the two that do exist. That’s what we have this week on Empire. We have that match we both deserve. I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of, you’ll see exactly what separates me from the girls you’ve fought so far. And you’ll try to break me in the process. In the end, only one of those things can win out. I got to thinking about you because of a dream I had about that time I spoke of. I had my arm pulled behind me and twisted. She pulled it too far. The noise was unlike something I could ever imagine happening again. The moment it popped, something took over me. I was like a wild animal. I flipped around and I knocked her clean out with a superkick. The difference between me now and then is that I learned that animal instinct is a part of my games. No one has ever come close to putting me in that situation again. I’ve been in plenty wars, and I’ve survived the wear and tear from those. The challenge of  new war isn’t something that has me scared. It’s something that has the fire within me burning bright. I’ve seen what you’ve done. I’ve heard what you’re capable of, but it only makes me want to fight you more. I’m not frightened. I’m not nervous. I’m ready. I’m anxious for the opportunity to meet another warrior in that ring. We could talk all week, but we both know we won’t learn anything about each other until we meet in that ring. I don’t get the feeling that you’re someone who respect many of her opponents. I respect you for what you are. I respect you for the mindset you so clearly have. But I’m determined to overcome that no matter the cost. I’m prepared to beat you, and I plan on staying unbroken. I don’t know why, but this has a big fight feel for a Thursday night. I have no doubts we’ll both make it feel that way when we hit the ring, too. Just like I have no doubts I’ll be leaving California with a win.
 
Cailin gives the camera a smile and a wink and then almost blows a kiss before pulling back and ending the video. She puts the phones down for only seconds before an alarm goes off and she pulls it back up to see the time. 5:30 a.m. Time to go to work.

VOLTAGE PROMO #2
 
[With the month of October in full swing, everyone’s thoughts turn to Halloween, and all the images that brings with it.  Ghost, zombies, monsters, and all manner of frightening imagery.  And it’s such imagery that confronts you the viewer now.  Zack Crash wanders aimlessly through a amusement park’s Haunted House attraction, new built for the season.  The house looks worn down with spider webs everywhere, dust on every surface, and old rotten furniture.  Every few steps a new creature jumps out to try and scare Zack.  But he responds with the same cold indifference he will use to greet Sanatorium member Phoenix Winterborn this Sunday.]    
 
Zack Crash:  Voltage…where legends go to die.  That’s what you think Phoenix?

 

You talk about it like it’s so easy.  As if all you have to do is close your eyes, make a wish, and poof.  Zack Crash will be gone and his spot will be free for the taking.  Well I hate to burst your dream bubble there, but countless Elitists have been trying to take my spot for years now.  Lucian Black…Jacob Senn…Xavier Williams…Matt Ryder…all of them have tried to take my spotlight away from me.  And while I didn’t always win the battle, in the end I kept what was mine.  That’s what makes me different from so many of the people here.  It’s what separates me from all the Elitists of the past.  I…always…survive!  I’m patient and although it may take me a while, when I get my chance, I capitalize.  It’s why I’ve outlasted names like Troy Conway, Sir Hornetsky, Johnny Nova, Zach Genesis, Liam Catterson, Vance Tybull, and several others.  These were the names people once thought would be the future of EAW.  Now very few remember their names or what they’ve done, while I remain in the forefront of EAW.  I find it kinda ironic how you talk about people like you not getting your due, and how Voltage is the brand of the future.  Not so long ago you would’ve heard me spouting the exact same words as you just did.  Almost makes me think we could’ve been friends in another lifetime.  But there’s one major difference between you and me and our struggle to swim through this ocean of sharks.  When I was here, there wasn’t nobody willing to throw you a lifeline to save you once the sharks got a sniff of your blood.  Oh you might have had an ally or two in the back, but generally nobody stuck their neck out for you.  That’s what I had to deal with, and it’s that environment that I changed when I became Chairman.  Now guys like you come into this place, and you expect everything to be handed to you.  You want to immediately get that top spot without paying any of your dues or respect.  It almost makes me regret what I did.  And yes, while sometimes you have to disregard respect and just beat people up to get what you want, a smart man knows when that tactic works and when it doesn’t.  And trust me, I am the wrong man to use that tactic on!  You talk about being held back, trust me kiddo, you wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in the EAW I came up in.  I do, however, understand the obsession to be great Phoenix.  It’s what we’re all here to obtain.  But what you fail to understand is that any success we achieve will ALWAYS come at the expense of another.  To win a championship, we must take it from the current champion.  To become a contender for that championship, we must deny from another.  So do you really expect to come at me, try to take my spot, and expect me to just lay down and let you do it?!  Being the big dog does indeed put a target on your back, but that doesn’t scare me Phoenix.  From day one I’ve had a target on my back, but nobody has been able to hit me.  They may come close, but I dodge it every time.  And I’ll certainly be able to dodge you this Sunday.
 
[A man dressed up in a ghost costume jumps out of nowhere, screaming like a banshee at Crash as he passes by a closet door.  Swift as wind, Zack delivers a clothesline, which takes the ghost down easily.  It groans in pain as Zack moves on without breaking his stride even for a second.]   
 
From your own mouth you’ve admitted that I created and led the most dominant force in EAW today.  Which I find funny because didn’t you in your first promo say that Sanatorium was the most dominant force in EAW?  See it’s that inconsistency that’ll give guys like me the advantage.  But that’s not important.  What is important is your implication that without them I am somehow weaker.  I didn’t need OMERTA to become World Champion.  I didn’t need OMERTA to be the longest reigning Tag Team Champion in EAW history.  I didn’t need OMERTA to become Chairman of EAW.  But even that isn’t what’s most important.  What’s most important is that you realize that I’ve always been good at finding allies.  Hell for all you know I’ve already found a few new members of my family ready to serve you some of your own medicine this Sunday.  This future you talk about that Voltage represents is weak and pathetic.  A future is only as good as those who are able to lead the current generation into it.  I am the man who has been leading EAW into the future for the past two years now.  But if the roster on Voltage, and if The Sanatorium is any indication of where the future of Voltage is going, the only path I can see is straight into the ground.  Voltage needs me, but it doesn’t need Sanatorium.  Guys like you are expendable; easily replaced by any number of eager Elitists wanting to get their shot.  But who can replace Zack Crash?  Nobody that’s who.  Guys like you Phoenix are a dime a dozen.  You come here, make a quick splash, getting people talking about you, and you think that makes you a success?!  Yes people reacted in awe at some of the things you did, but all that really makes you is a spotmonkey.  Doing a pretty corkscrew moonsault off a ladder isn’t anything new.  I once fell from 75 ft. at Pain For Pride and still walked out of the arena on my own.  Spots and moments don’t impress people for long Phoenix.  What the fans and the people in the back care about is getting the job done.  It’s why the “almost” in your statements mean so much.  You might be able to just shrug it off like it doesn’t mean anything, but that’s precisely what makes me far inferior to me.  You accept “almost” victorious, whereas I only accept victorious.
 
[As Crash continues through the various rooms in the haunted house, the effects slowly start to lose their luster.  They are quickly becoming cheesy and campy.  From a man with a bloody face carrying a chainsaw, to an actor dressed in a plastic Frankenstein mask from the dollar store.  The house is beginning to represent the life of Sanatorium.  Scary and intimidating at first, but over time, the magic is lost and replaced with contempt.]
 
Let me ask you one thing Phoenix…what exactly is the point behind Sanatorium?  What’s your ultimate goal?  Why did they form in the first place and why did you join them?  All of these are important questions to ask, because their answers determine whether or no a faction has any reason to exist, or if the person joining did so out of mutual benefit, or because they couldn’t survive on their own.  OMERTA was formed because me and several others here saw a better vision for EAW and sought to do everything we could to bring that vision into reality.  As far as I can see, The Sanatorium only exists as a means to get attention.  Which is why I find fault with your “celebrity worship” of Eclipse.  JJ, Brody, Terry, Scott, they all joined me because they saw the leader I was and knew I could take them to the promise land.  What exactly can Eclipse do for you?  Sanatorium hasn’t exactly been knocking down walls lately, so why join them at all?  Either because you’re weak, a fool, or just as crazy as the rest of them.  Whatever the reason may be, you’ve jumped onto a sinking ship that is now only sinking faster because it decided to make an enemy of me.  You guys are the Titanic and I’m the iceberg, and when we collide, iceberg wins every time.  It’s not a matter of skill…it’s a matter of destiny.  I’m not going to stand here and make the same mistakes my old opponents have made and claim to be the one who will end The Sanatorium.  No I don’t have to do that, because you guys will do that for me.  To be perfectly honest I’m surprised you guys haven’t eaten yourselves by now.  Because when you assemble a group as unstable as that, sooner or later there is bound to be an explosion.  So the only question for you Phoenix is how close are you going to be to the epicenter when that explosion happens.  Take my advice and get out while you can.  If you don’t, if you insist on fighting for them this Sunday, I can promise that if you’re not already crazy…you will be.  Because the beating I deliver to you will so intense, so great, so humiliating, and so beyond mental capacity, you’ll go insane just keep yourself from breaking in two.     
 
[Fade to black.]

THE LIFE OF MIKE SHOWMAN: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3: BONUS EDITION

(After the filming of Mike’s latest episode has wrapped up, Mike is seen drinking with his fellow persons of the set. Of course there is some difference there and as Mike is drinking an exotic drink while the drink that his other workers are drinking is just plain old beer. Mike is laughing and enjoying and telling them about his match with Ramsey while his crew laugh and nod in unison, clearly because some are completely yes men)

Mike:…….so you see, Ramsay thought he could outsmart me by going for a direct physical confrontation but what he didn’t knew was the fact that I already told my men that if anything like that were to happen, they would enter and simply attack Ramsay while I will do something and distract the referee. In the end, all worked out so very well that even I am surprised. Ramsay just walked right into my trap and was beaten by four of my men. You know, it’s kind of amazing that he was able to walk after all that.


Crew member #1: But didn’t one of your guys got beaten up by him?

Mike: Yeah fuck him. He was fucking weak. And yeah, I got my father to fire him after he managed to get his ass back inside. He is weak and weak men is unfit to protect me. In his place, I will hire someone new and someone strong. Someone who will not get beaten up so easily by weak men and someone who will follow whatever command I give him.


(A man then enters the room and quickly makes his way to Mike and whispers something in his ears. Mike’s expression turns sour as he groans and makes a ‘really?’ face. He man nods and Mike gets up)

Mike: Boys, it looks like we have company. Hey you thin boy (motions to the guy who entered the room) play the damn thing.


(The guy opens his phone and shows them a video of Black Sven pouring out his words. After Mike hears all what he has to say, he motions the crew to get back to work. The people get up immediately and set up the cameras at appropriate places. After the few minutes, the camera crew is ready and they start filming)

Intro: A shortened version of the original intro plays


(After the intro a man is seen holding a microphone. As the camera starts to roll, he beings to speak)

Mic Guy: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your favourite show, the life of Mike Showman. In the last few days you have seen how Mike Showman reviewed his match on Voltage and give an accurate review of Black Sven. Today, we bring you some exclusive footage of what happened when Black Sven decided to publish some comments regarding what Mike had to say about him.

(Camera cuts to Mike)

Mike: Ah Sven, dear Sven, poor Sven. You simply don’t have a life do you? I mean there are a lot of people who watch my show but you, you not only watched my show but complied a response? In such a short time? Damn Sven why don’t you just let me relax and enjoy my drinks by simply accepting the fact that I am superior to you? Why do you always have to use words and more words to prove a point that cannot be proven? Sven, what I really want you to do is calm down. Yes, calm down and take a deep breath and then try and reflect your entire life. Try to remember every little triumph you had and every defeat you suffered not only in wrestling but also in your real life. Try and remember if there was any man who was so dominant like me, if there was any man so charismatic and rich like me. A suggestion would be to focus more closely because if there was indeed a man like me in your life then he would have been the reason why you lost something. Maybe you’re home, your wife or a match. The thing is, men like me do not succumb to men like you. The day we do succumb to men like you will be the day when the sun rises in the west and man invents time travel. Oh and in case your mind is too dumb to decipher it, that isn’t going to happen, ever.

You know Sven, your efforts to engage me in a verbal combat is quite intriguing. Personally, I don’t like a verbal contact because as the saying goes, empty vessels make more noise. That and I really get tired when I talk too much. I would rather spend all that time fucking some lovely girls who wants to be fucked rather than to do this. Therefore, I would really appreciate it if you don’t speak anymore. Just don’t speak at all after this. If you want to settle this then Monday on Voltage seems a fine place to do this. We will have lots of people, two commentators and a four sided ring. We will be in Nevada, a place where people like to steal shit from others. Actually now that I think of this, Nevada might actually be a perfect place for you to stay. You will blend right in with these losers. Wait I just got a perfect idea. Why don’t you go on a lovely trip of Nevada? It’s awesome, you would get to meet people like you, raise some hell by being an animal that you are and maybe at the end of the day, steal some rich shit and become rich. That sounds like a fair offer to me. Just do that and stop talking because I don’t want to hear any words coming out of your mouth. Today, you ruined my lovely time with my crew and so tomorrow I will not have you ruin something else.

You know, I believe that when all this is over and you lie there in the middle of the ring facing a humiliating evening, you should come to me. Once you come to me, bend down before me and beg. Once you do that maybe I could give you a job somewhere and let you survive with some substantial improvement in you standard of life. Because it is certain that you career as a wrestler won’t go anywhere. Yes apart from a random win here and there you pretty much will be play fourth or fifth fiddle to my excellence. But, if you accept my offer to work under me, you will excel because I will give you something suited to your skill, something you can master quickly and so making it an art. How about shining and mending my shoes? That seems something you can carry out with relative ease? Or it that seems a bit too heavy then how about cleaning my toilet? You could even become a master in cleaning toilets and in this process gain fame and popularity as the man who used to make Mike Showman’s toilets shine like a mirror. Both of these jobs and many others will take you far, more than you can ever go inside that ring. Because inside there, you need talent, you need charisma, you need the will to execute and it’s fair to say that you lack each one those. Your blunt words are the first giveaway. Ironic isn’t it? The words that you send to hurt me in turn exposes your own weakness. Life is full of these little ironies and I will laugh out loud when you, the man who wanted to burn and sit down on those ashes as the king of ashes will himself be burned down and reduced to ashes.


(Mike raises his glass as the camera fades to black)

(We see Ahren standing on a pier in sunny Califounier in just a speedo)


Hello everyone, look at me here on a pier in famous Califournier! It’s a beautiful sunny day, and of course I have to let my body breath so im just wearing a classy speedo. Apprently being nude in public is against the law or something, whatever, their loss. Why am I in Califournier you ask? I don’t know, because I’m Ahren Fournier and can be? Plus that pun is amazing HA! Anyways hey Jon good job! You were able to put the bottle down for a few minutes and got through talking without taking a drink! Though you still seem drunk with your incoherent babbling, funny coming from me right? WRONG! I AM THE BAT, TRILL FAIRY, FISH MAN THAT WILL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS. Everything I say is accurate! You say you were drinking because you were celebrating your win? Well that might’ve been what it was at first sure, but soon you lost sight of what the primary objective of drinking was. At first it was a celebration, first drink, whatever its good. But then we all saw, after seeing me, after knowing who you had to face the Crown Jewel Trill Bat Fairy Stallion, the mood changed. No longer were you drinking to celebrate, you were drinking to dull the pain of knowing who you had to get in the ring with this Monday. You got scared, and jealous. Jealous! That’s right I said it, jealous that I have all the support from the commentators, all the businessmen upstairs, and you, well…. You just got one lucky victory after someone else did the dirty work for you. Call me crazy but that’s not really something to get all excited about. I mean after this one win you really are thinking you’re the best, and sure I’m going to take you seriously because anyone can win on any given day, even when you’re up against a being with so many powers such as myself. You’ve read David vs. Goliath you know the story, it happens. But I won’t give you any props for your win, you didn’t win, Nathan won it for you, I’ve never had a tainted victory in all my years… months…. Of EAW!! NEVAAA I don’t need the help. I don’t need a hand out, and if someone tried to give me one, I’d walk away because I believe in doing whats right. Then you go on to call me an idiot? You call me an idiot? Why, because I speak the truth? Saying I’m an idiot to cover up the things you don’t understand. FACT, I am one of the smartest people that have ever been in this company. Check how I schooled Maero on his profession, something I never even studied, I know more than him. Just imagine if I applied myself to doctoring, oh well. But ok Jon, maybe I am an idiot… Maybe I’m a sociopath… Maybe I’m just trying to build this illusion around me and I’m trying to keep you on your toes, so you don’t know whats coming next. Possibly it’s a smokescreen so I can mentally break you down before I physically break you down. OORRRRRR IM ACTUALLY THE TRILLEST FAIRY BAT FISH MAN, YOU’VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!! Whatever it may be it works… I get results! Check it, you don’t believe in the power of the bat, fish, trill man that I am, so I’m gonna prove it to you.



(Jumps off the pier doing a backflip, does what seems like a thousand flips in the air until he gracefully lands perfectly in the water, right in front of a camera man that was ready for him there)



See, would a normal man that wasn’t a bat trill fairy fish be able to do that? I think not.. Swim with me camera man. (Ahren swims quick as fuck bc the fins that he has bc fish, cameraman cant keep up) DAMN IT CAMERA MAN!! (He swims back quick as fuck bc fins, takes the camera and does it himself) I forgot not everyone is part fish such as myself so I will take over for now. (He starts swimming to shore after like 3 seconds bc he’s fast af he gets to shore) Ok… (Three girls hold up 10 signs at him, he walks up to them) What is this?



Girl 1: We saw your dive off the pier totally a 10



Girl 2: We applauded for you, did you hear?



Ahren: No.. I didn’t, and wait that means you guys just carry 10 signs wherever you go?



Girl 3: You never know when something trill will happen and needs to be rated..



Ahren: What did you say?



Girl 3: You heard me



Ahren: Well you do know you’re talking to THE Trill Fairy, I am the epitome of Trill



Girl 3: YOU’RE THE TRILL FAIRY???



Ahren: That I am…



Girl 3: Thank you so much for that condom and quarter you gave me the other night, it came in handy



Ahren: Oh… I know it did, the trill fairy always knows. Anyways I thank you for your contributions to the trill community but I must be on my way.



All 3 girls: BYE! We love you.



Ahren: Weird that you all said the same thing without knowing what the others would say… Anyways.. PARKOUR (Jumps over fire hydrant) DID YOU SEE THAT??!!! I’m ready for anything at… HARDCORE PARKOUR (Jumps over cat) DO YOU SEE MY REFLEXES… watch these hops.. PARKOUR (Jumps over some sort of fence that’s about 4 feet) I have the athletic prowess of a Lord, you shall treat me as such. I have shown you all my attributes in a limited time, and I am showing you why you should fear me. You take a clothesline in training and it takes you about half a minute to get up. Do you know what can happen in a half of a minute, 10 pin falls, I could beat you 10 times in just that little amount of time that you couldn’t get up. Some training, you have some odd masked man trying to do my moves??? NO ONE CAN DO MY MOVES EXCEPT ME!!! You think he can perfectly execute the Story Book Ending? No, Protect Ya Neck??? No.. You aren’t feeling the full effects, you’re only tricking yourself into thinking that something will come of this. You seem to be my biggest fan, making fun of people that interview you, taking things I say while talking to me, I guess imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but like, stop. You’re not me, I know you’re very jealous of me, and want to be the future, but it’s just not in the cards for you. Try to get your own thing and then maybe they won’t see you as just lamer copycat version of me. I’m the golden boy for a reason, people love me for a reason. They all live on Planet Fournier, at my beck and call. If the only reason that you have for me not being able to beat you is the fact that I don’t know what you can do? You’re in trouble. It doesn’t matter what move set you have. I’m just too much more powerful, and have too many super powers. Make no mistake I am the trillest of the trill. You think I’m an idiot? I think you’re an idiot for not believing in it. I’ve proven the powers of the trill bat fairy who is also aquaman slash fish. And now that I can breath underwater, use my sonar, read minds, and be super duper dope and trill, my advantages are endless. In other words less dignified… You’re fucked.



 



(Camera fades to black as Ahren throws magic fairy dust into the air and disappears…..aka runs while the dust is in the air)

Merhaba, arkadaşım.

Yes, you. Spare yourself the trouble of looking around, nobody else is there to take the finger. Right now, four brick walls encompass you as their sole breath of life. If you fade away, they will instantaneously crumble and you'll be left devoid of this connection that you and I have established. Every single entity parading about the corridors of Elite Answers Wrestling uses this very same platform to quest a personal agenda. Whether it's pushing across their point of view, force-feeding the masses lies that they themselves have yet to believe, monotony plagues the lopsided scale upon which Elitists communicate. They foolishly snooze on the importance of having an ear willing to listen on the other end, one that isn't appended to their craniums. As gutted as I am to admit, I was one of those people. Enchanted by what my vocal cords can sew up from ego strokes and self-extolling monologues, I ventured forth into this journey as mindless as the next guy. I forgot about you, the viewer. Yes, you. The optics privy to everything that unfolds under the aegis of EAW, from battles conducted within the twenty-by-twenty scope to wars of attrition happening outside of it. You possess the knowledge and bear the control that usually flow the chairman's way — yes, you — yet you rarely get any recognition for it. Sure, a few words of gratification for selling out arenas or sweeping the shops clean of our merchandise will always tug at your coattails but other than that, you're nothing to them. You're reduced to being an open cash machine, that's it. Provoking a peak in EAW's stock is as far as your involvement in the product will go... until now. You see, yours truly has come to his senses and fully grasped your value. Yes, you. Consider it Christmas coming early or just God allowing you the break that you've chomped at the bit for so long, but I'm here to get you involved even more. I'm here to talk to you — Yes, you. No longer will I breeze past you or where you stand in whatever business I'm in the midst of taking care of. It's just me and you, man. Yes, you. Us against the whole fuckin' world, and that ain't just a slogan to slap on a shirt or plaster across some billboard. It's as real as real can get. You and I are swimming against the tide, something that I have been doing my entire life and never once succumbed to it. However, all previous odds pale in comparison to the ones that we have stacked against us at the present time. We might've fought flesh-and-blood, karma and regrettable misdeeds coming back to bite us in the ass, but we never duked it out with a wolf pack. Now, don't be fooled, calling who we're up against a wolf pack isn't tooting their horn louder than what they deserve. Yeah, they're wolves but what KIND of wolves exactly? Simple, hyena. They resemble hyenas in so many ways, I'm actually disappointed in myself for not discerning the similarities sooner. One of them is obviously the fact that they're strong, oh so powerful, when clustered in a pack. They rely on the numbers' advantage to prey on lone wolves who roam the wild on their own. Why, you may ask? Because they feel threatened. Their individual demise is halted by their unity as a group. So if said group falls, they're bound to become extinct. Here's the kicker though, and bear with me on this one; for the group to fall, it needs to be systematically destroyed and for the latter case to be accomplished, the hyenas in the pack HAVE to become extinct. In simpler terms, all members of Wolvesden need to die.

Was that a little to quick for you? Relax. Intakes of deep breath are in order. Do take your time...

Are you okay now?

Yes, you. Grand! Let's recap, shall we. We talked about hyenas, we pinpointed their one strength and countless weaknesses and then we figured out how to take down Wolvesden and erase them from the face of the earth. Now that the planning process is done, let's nail down some correlation between those thoughts and how they fit in the real world. Wolvesden might seem to be a whole cult and society of its own, with dozens of men willing to bleed for whatever cause that they were either bribed or brainwashed to belief but little do you know, that's far from the case. In a game of chess, those men are pawns. Expendable pawns. Attempting to checkmate the Den by solely focusing on them won't win you the game. Furthermore, in the anatomy of a snake, those men are the tail. Attempting to kill the snake by setting your sights on its tail won't save you from a bite. That's why I've never given those veiled saps the time of day to dismantle them all, although it's feasible, and instead set out to do just that to their two messiahs; J.D Damon and of course my 'brother' Kenny Drake. I might not look or seem like the strategist type, but that's been my plan from day one and it has been going smoothly ever since. Granted, I might not have the king and his right hand groveling at my feet just yet nor do I have a snake's head adorning my wall back home but trust me when I tell you, that will change soon enough. I promised myself and my family, ever since Drake and his goons decided to transcend the barriers of a professional wrestling beef and make it personal, that I wouldn't rest or stop until I bring Wolvesden down. I might have done a lot of bad things to a lot of good people back in the day, but I've never broken a promise in my life. I won't start now. The plan's pace will pick up and all will seem very clear by tomorrow night, as I get to dance with an old foe and Drake's current bitch. I can easily foretell a Wolvesden interference to soil my fun and deprive me of the win as soon as I get close to it, I think everybody else can too. But, like I stated before, they may think I'm alone. I'm not, not anymore. I have you, don't I? Yes, you. It's time to staple this wound shut once and for all.

 
Darkness falls on a California gym as Cailin Dillon finishes a workout with some intense box jumps, going up high and then back down, her full athleticism on display. As she ends the workout she grabs a towel and wipes her forehead before a man gives her a head nod and hands her a tablet. For a few moments she watches a video. She giggles a little bit, smirking at the end before handing it back to him and asking him if her could record it. She stands, holding the towel as she starts.
 
You’ve got no reason to apologize for putting me to the back burner for half of your little speech, Reina. I get it, you dealt with a lot of crap last week. Who the fuck attacks you with a chair, indeed a great question. There was a time I laid on the mat holding the top of my head as I realized that my now ex-girlfriend had taken that very route you speak of. So I get the vibe you have coming into this match. But let’s just be honest. It doesn’t matter if I’m a part of The Sirens or if I’m just fighting alone. I’m always fighting for me in the end. And I’m exciting to be in a match with someone who really gets it. Honestly, we haven’t had very many Reina Kenshin’s come around here. You’re this bad ass, takes no prisoners shit that has one goal: total destruction of your opponent. I saw what you did to Maddie. I was getting myself ready for my match and my eyes were glues to the screen seeing the way you move, the ferocity and the commitment to beating her down regardless of what or who she is. You see there’s this illusion that everyone needs to fall in line on some sort of food chain. No, fuck that. I’ve never aligned myself to that train of thought. My belief has always been that you work your ass off, you earn your shots and you prove that you deserve to be in whatever spot you got because of that work you put in. I understand all the politics people want to talk about, but I don’t subscribe to all that nonsense. I don’t get lost in what’s happening in all the social media wires and I don’t get caught up in all the paycheck garbage. I’m not who you apparently think I am at all. If people make a big deal out of me, well good for them. I’m not paying attention to it. I’m focused on me. I want to be the best. I want to fight the best. I want to beat the best. That’s why I work so damn hard at everything I do. And that will never stop. They gave everyone the same list of rules at Empress of Elite. Points for wins, more points for submissions. So I started trying to rip arms out of sockets to ensure at the end of the day I had the best chance to make the semi-finals. There I did it again. And then I did it to your newfound pal Maddie. That’s just how this chicky rolls, and that’s never going to change. Maybe some part of you can see that for what it is. I’m not your typical run of the mill, danced my way into the ring woman that spends her weekdays picking out dresses and makeup and then hopes for the best on weekends. No, I spend my time working on perfecting my craft and sculpting my body into what makes me a better fighter. I know you’re a hell of a fighter. I know you are talented and capable of doing big things. I know damn well that you present more of a challenge than just about anyone I’ve faced in the last month. But I love challenges. I rise to the occasion over and over, and I will do it again in this match. Maybe people are betting the house on me, and maybe they’re putting their chips in for the darkhorse. I don’t let odds and bettors decide the outcomes of my matches. That’s all on me.
 
You like my hair? That’s cute. I’m enjoying reading all this fanfiction stuff between you and my ex that keep popping up. Fans are the greatest aren’t they? There’s a lot of fiction being passed around these days anymore. Hell, I see people putting me with other Vixens, too. For the most part I just laugh. I mean, the way they try to invest themselves into our personal lives as if they have a clue. I could care less what people think about my hair, or my looks or my sexuality, really, I just want to climb in that ring and kick some ass. I’ve been where you’ve been in a sense. The way those last two matches for you went probably felt like you were wasting your time. But I’ve never been one to take a match for granted. I don’t care if it’s someone that just signed on the dotted line like you, or someone who’s got a spot in the EAW Hall of Fame. I always coe with the same level of seriousness. I always come ready to work toward a win. I’m not perfect. I mean, I’ve lost matches. Yes, I held a title and I lost it. Who cares? In fact, who cares that I’m Empress of Elite right now? You know what, it gets me a title shot. Past that, it’s just a trophy to toss on a shelf. I’m proud of what I did, sure. But I had to put it aside and focus on the next match. Why on earth would I dwell on it? You took down Nicole Fyre, you destroyed Maddie when she was all but non-existent. Now you get exactly what you wanted. A battle. And believe me, I love to go to war with the best of them. And I don’t fuck around either. It’s going to be the kind of match you’ve been waiting for. But here’s a better hint on how this will all go. You aren’t going to break me down. You might be god herself in human form walking this eart, but you will not break me into anything. I’m not that kind of fighter. I don’t just get broken. I fight like my damn life depends on it. I’ve been brought to the brink time after time in my career, and I picked my ass up off the mat and kept right on fighting. If I had dimes for the amount of times someone in this company told me I was a loser and I’d never make it, well I’d have a ton of dimes. I don’t back away from challenges, I run into them head on with no regard for my own safety. But I do them prepared and I do them ready. So yeah, knowing you’re a different breed of fighter gets me even more excited for our match. I can’t wait to meet you in that ring. Maybe someday we can dwell over back-stories and talk about how we both got to a point where nothing felt better than hurting other people in a squared circle. For now we get to focus on doing it to each other. Maybe at the end of the day our match is just a random affair hidden in a card meant to get people excited for a show on the weekend. But maybe I mean to make sure our match turns heads and steals the show even when it’s supposed to past the time. That’s what I see happening next week, Reina. And, yeah, I see myself coming out of with a win. But that’s just Cailin confidence. That’s just how I operate. Good luck getting ready for our match. I’m sure this isn’t the last time we talk. But this won’t be a waste of your time. This is going to be the best time you’ve had in this company so far. Nah, you won’t win. But you’ll know you’re in the right place. Everyone wants me to focus more on the OG Vixens right now, but how can I when I’m getting a treat like this on Empire. You all know I love challenges. And you all know that I’m about to rise to the occasion once again. Let’s go to war, Reina.
 
Cailin gives the makeshift cameraman a wink and he ends the video and hands it over to Cailin, who quickly posts it online. She wipes her forehead with the towel again and then breaks into a smirk. She turns and jumps for a pull-up bar and starts to work out as the lights in the gym go dark.

Showdown Promo # 2
"Ready To Scramble"


If you are making a choice to look down on things and people then you will fail to notice that of which is above you. Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man... It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition is gone, pride is gone.    


Nobi, this Saturday for another week you have to put your hard hat on and get ready to do battle, but the mere mention of knocking away obstacles is not nearly enough. You see, the fact that you still stand is amazing after the first few months of saying it, and that's great, really. However, after awhile though it simply becomes facsimile to what you hear others say and see others do all the time. It's your pride talking, I realize this, because it's the same kind that has seemingly no end here in these parts. I've been guilty of it too in my short career, and believe me I'm trying my hardest now to rid myself of. The need to tell the world that you are fine, you are okay. Sticks and stones. Throw your bombs and all the ammunition you can muster up and we'll see who is still standing in the end. That's what it's been for you, Nobi, and it's great for you and maybe that's enough for some, but for many others it's about showing that fire, not telling it. Actions, actions, actions Nobi. Your wrestling skills in the ring are not in question either, and trust me on that. EAW doesn't want a scrub stinking it up in their ring. If you were underestimated for your in-ring qualities, it didn't come from this end out of this mouth. The thing is, Nobi, which is something I still feel strongly about when it comes to you, is that you pander far too much to the every whim of those people, so afraid to step out and think for yourself. You allow them to control your actions. What you do, how you do it, and the same goes for anything you say. You won't be underestimated in that ring, you never were from where I stand.

The difference won't be who is luckiest, Nobi, but of course being proud as you may be to exalt yourself above someone you have never met in the squared circle one on one is in fact one of your weaknesses that can be exposed all the time. You said it, I have never faced you one on one nor likewise and yet you talk as though you have some idea of what to expect and how the final outcome will go. The difference will be actually in scoreboard by time things are said and done Saturday night believe it or not. The question isn't am I ready for you or you ready for me. The question is what are you willing to do to put me away? I've been thrown from ladders, I've played around fire - as you well know, been beaten down countless times in many different types of matches. I keep surviving. I keep from drowning. What will it take? That's the question. You won't know really until it's over, will you?

This scramble series of matches will show nothing except who will be entering a scramble match at some point or another. It doesn't matter though what order I enter. It's gonna be a difficult match regardless. You can't take shortcuts, you can't cherry pick, your namesake means nothing here. Just sheer all out effort is required each week leading up to the show. Showdown will see two pure athletes go at it. Both men want to win, and one will show they need it more than the other. It's not do or die, it's just do. That's it.

Oregon.

I was waiting outside the hotel for Alexis and Maddie when the woman whose thoughts took up space in my mind walked passed me. Haruna’s eyes seemed focused on what was ahead of her, a common thing she would do the day after a match. She turned around for a second, her small features looked surprised to find me standing nearby. I greeted her with a nod, which she didn’t hesitate to return. Despite our storied history, I had nothing but respect for my rival. Everytime we fight, we get stronger. Whenever we fight together, we get stronger. Last night she was the better woman. Soon, I’ll return the favor. After Haruna left, my I started to ponder my next move concerning New York. A loyal member of The War Party claim to have spotted a HGH dealer in the locker room of an indy show in Harlem, at the Armory. He followed the guy after the show and he entered a small warehouse by the Harlem River. According to several other sources, the man was identified as “Buster” Williams, a local crack dealer. I guess he found another hustle. Michael and Eric originally shut the steroid game down in the city, but it looks like it came back with authority. I guess I’ll have to be the one to shut it down again.

Ten minutes later, Alexis pulled up in a rental with Maddie riding shotgun. I climbed into the car, laying my bag beside me.

“Hey Steph!” greeted The wife of Eclipse, warmly. “Sorry about your loss earlier. We could have sworn you had her!”

“Nah, it’s all good” I said, laying my head back. “It’s not like I was going to win any title shots if I won anyway.”

“Need a hug?” Maddie asked, her eyebrows raised. If she wasn’t so crazy I would think Madison Kaline was the most adorable thing in the universe, Too bad she was nuts.

“When we get to the airport,” I promised. “Right now, I just want to nap. That match took a lot out of me.”

“Are you coming back to Preston Hills with us?” asked Alexis.

I shook my head, I felt bad I haven’t been at the manor in a while, but family business was a priority. As if she was reading my mind, Alexis simply nodded.

“Whenever you’re ready Cloud. Eclipse knows you have a lot on your plate. He does need to have a word with you...in private.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. You know how he gets sometimes. He wants a face to face to touch base. We may need to mobilize soon, based on what’s happening on the other rosters.”

“You have yet to meet Phoenix!” Maddie chimed in, excited.

“I met Phoenix before” I said. 

“But not Sanatorium Phoenix…”

“Touche.” I sighed, and stared out the window. If Oregon wasn’t so far from New York, I would consider living in this beauty of a state.

“Speaking of mobilizing” began Alexis. “We need to close ranks in case if that OG/Sirens war spill over into our territory.”

“And we need to teach that Sophia and Reina a lesson!” Maddie growled with gritted teeth.

I admired the girl’s ability to go from 0-60 when provoked.

“Well try to take it a little easy on Reina…”

I could see Alexis’ eyes through the car mirror. “And why is that?”

“She’s training Serenity.”

Maddie turned around in her seat. “What!? Why the hell is she doing that!?”

“Long story. But one that will eventually include you guys.”

Maddie’s hazel eyes gleamed with excitement. “We’re gonna kill Reina!?” 

“Actually...she may fight by our side. Not in the ring, but with this situation of mine.”

“But are bodies still gonna hit the floor!?”

“I thought you was only about hugs?”

“Only with my friends.” Maddie pouted with her arms crossed.

I don’t know if it was just me, but Maddie seem to act more childish with Alexis around.

“Well, whatever’s going on with you Cloud, you have my trust. We won’t hurt Reina too bad...but if there’s anything we should know, don’t hesitate to tell us.”

“Of course.”

When the time was right, The Sanatorium will be unleashed. And on that day, NYC will never be the same again.

----

(The scene opens to Cloud recording herself waiting at the airport.)

Is it just me, or is the brass putting us in matches quicker than usual? Now I find myself coming face to face with someone who I didn’t get a chance to defeat in the Empress of Elite. The again, BB-8 has yet to pin or submit me, so we’re even. Before she goes on one of her rants, yes HARUNA SAKAZAKI DID BEAT ME. I’m aware of this. That’s alright, because the war’s not over yet. And just to remind you, Haruna’s victory is NOT your victory BB-8. Just like Aria’s victory over you wasn’t my own. Here we are, two peas in a pod coming off our respective losses. Maybe one day Ms. Jaxon will stop dodging me and take her ex bff head on, but for now I have to deal with the litter of The Sirens. That’s okay. Just like Haruna and I took out your team, I’m gonna dismantle you piece by piece. You don’t have to worry about my Sanatorium sister. I’ll make sure there’s a leash around her, because quite honestly...I can’t tell you what she’s capable of. But I do know what you’re capable of BB-8. A balloon full of hot air. Part of me wants to feel sorry for you, a bit of empathy for the girl who took my place on The Sirens. Aria’s understudy who couldn’t quite get the job done. I already proved I can beat Haruna Sakazaki. In our not so humble beginnings she needed trickery in order to get over on me, and now here we are and she grew to be one hell of a talent. Do you have that ability BB-8? In fact, do any of you four have anything outside of really loud voices? Because I recently fought one of you one on one and beating her was easier said than done. I know this is making you out to be the bad guy, but sweets you’re just another victim. Another victim of Tarah’s tired rhetoric about sisterhood. Another victim of Cailin’s paper thin arrogance. Another victim of Aria’s fake gestures of kindness. That’s what you are La Vita Loca. You’re just another victim, one whom I have unfinished business with.

I have more sympathy for the devil than I have for you. But I will say this. I meant it when I congratulated you on getting married. The eventual life of a housewife suits you. Just think about it: staying at home watching your stories while sitting on a plastic covered couch wearing your patented leopard print stretch pants. Your face caked with makeup even though you have no plans to go out. A while picture shrine dedicated to Nas and your children, Vito, Vinny, and Valentine. A personal collection of freestyle vinyls from the early 90s up against the wall. A little white dog in your lap and currently the only man in the family who’s willing to give you affection. Fifteen years down the line sweets this will be you. This is your destiny. There's no avoiding carb filled  homemade dinners and giant gold chains. There’s no escaping remolded old convertibles and James Dean posters. There’s avoiding the inevitable BB-8. This is Your Reality. So I guess a match with me will be one of the few highlights your life will have. Nothing wrong with being mediocre sweets, and trust me you do it oh so well. If you disagree, then beat me next week. Prove me wrong. Step in front of your peers and lead the way! I doubt they’ll let you though. They fooled me into thinking Formation was a thing, playing along while making fun of me behind my back. I’m sure they do the same thing with you. From what I hear a certain former pure champion got embarrassed by my ex recently. She lead him on just like she’s leading you on. And when the truth comes out...it’ll be too late. And on that day #BBecomesCloud! I’ll just be on the sidelines. Dont’t worry about me saying I told you so sweets. Your face will do the work for me.

Welcome to The Vita Show BB. Except that you’re twice as clueless. If you’re lucky, maybe E! Will give you your own reality show. Then again, how can I ‘keep up with the Vita’ when I’ve already eclipse you as the truest vixen in EAW? 

Find out on next week’s episode.

VOLTAGE PROMO #1
 
[A set of high, ominous iron gates stand tall outside a ramshackle looking hospital.  Rusted windows, old stained bricks, the lack of any distinguishing furnishings or plant life, the whole place has an aura of neglect and sadness.  Above the gates is the moniker…
 
“St. Mary’s Mental Institution For The Criminally Insane”
 
A location that many in EAW should remember, and should strike fear in their hearts.
 
Inside the building looks every bit as bad as the outside, if not worse.  Dirty floors, peeling wallpaper, and cells whose occupants look even less groomed than their surroundings.  But one room stands out from the rest of the place.  It looks clean, elegant, and like every square inch has been handled with care.  A lush carpet centers the floor, high bookshelves line both walls, and a bay window looks out over the courtyard like a benevolent, watchful guard.  Sitting in a rich armchair behind a mahogany is Dr. Erik Vance.  Across from him, sitting in one of his guest chairs…is Zack Crash.  Erik Vance reads over a transcript briefly before addressing Crash.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Well I’d say this Mr. Winterborn is a very interesting case indeed.  Not as interesting as Mr. Brody is mind you, but still, I’d like nothing more than to be able to study him.
 
[Zack looks mildly impatient.]
 
Zack Crash:  Spare me your personal desires and tell me what your diagnosis is here.
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Well…
 
[Vance reviews the transcript and looks deep in thought.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Based on what I see here it’s pretty obvious to tell he suffers fromsome form of delusion disorder based on how he seems to rewrite history.  He also seems to have a very strong obsession with this Eclipse Diemos which may indicate Celebrity Worship Syndrome.  There’s also some hints to sociopathic tendencies, and about a dozen others things.  Basically Mr. Crash, your opponent is cuckoo for CoCoa Puffs.
 
[Zack strokes his chin, looking more curious than worried about being told he’s getting into the ring with a madman on Sunday.]
 
Zack Crash:  Any advice you can give me doctor?
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  Not really.  Men like him are hard to predict.  That’s what makes getting into a match with a crazy person so dangerous.  You never know what they’re going to do.  Hell they’re just as likely to hurt themselves as they are their opponent.  And that’s just dealing with one.  From what I hear, you’re dealing with the whole Sanatorium.
 
Zack Crash:  It’s nothing I can’t handle.
 
[Erik Vance looks incredibly nervous.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I’m gonna let you in on a little secret Mr. Crash.  Right before me and Mr. Brody left EAW, we were approached to possible join The Sanatorium.
 
[If this news is shocking or troubling to Zack, he doesn’t show it.  He just sits there, still and silent as a statue.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  So maybe that should give you an idea of the kind of people who are in this little stable.  If they thought my client was a good fit, then they can’t be too far off what he is. 
 
[Zack stands up abruptly and looks furious.]
 
Zack Crash:  Are you saying I can’t beat them?!?!
 
[Vance looks taken aback and throws up his hands in a placating gesture.]
 
Dr. Erik Vance:  I’m only saying to take them seriously.  Without OMERTA your chances–
 
[Before he can finish his thought, Zack reaches over the desk, grabs Erik Vance by the collar, and pulls him over the desk to glare directly into his eyes.]
 
Zack Crash:  Now you listen to me you little, insignificant, joke of a quack!  I don’t need OMERTA to do my dirty work for me!  I got along just fine without them before, and I can get along fine without them now!  This group is NOTHING compared to what OMERTA is!  They’re nothing but a bunch of crazy people who have NO IDEA what they’ve done.  Do you understand me?
 
[Vance nods his head quickly in agreement.  Zack then throws Vance to the ground and storms out of the office.  As he makes his way down the hall, he passes several patient cells.  From inside many of them he can hear screams, the pounding of fists on doors, and the various sounds of insanity all around him.  After listening to their cacophony for a moment, Zack calms down long enough to face the camera and address his opponent directly.]
 
Zack Crash:  What happens when you let the inmates run the asylum?  Order and progress become chaos, disorder, and stagnation.  This is precisely what has happened here on Voltage.  The powers that be here on this brand have seen fit to allow a group like The Sanatorium to exist, which has permitted the Voltage brand to fall so far behind Showdown and Dynasty in the ratings that our GM saw fit to draft me in order to “spike ratings.”  And just in the nick of time too I’d say.  The reason I never tried to get a foothold on Voltage with OMERTA is that I knew long ago that Voltage was a bad investment.  Not enough talent, not enough returns on my investments, not enough of anything to make any time or effort I might put into this brand worthwhile.  Yet I find myself here nonetheless, and I’m a man who makes the best out of a bad situation.  So instead of doing what others would do and come out and bitch and moan, I’m instead going to tell you what I’m going to do.  This brand was the first place in EAW where the world got to see the greatness that was Zack Crash.  It was here where I cut my teeth in the EAW style.  As such, Voltage is a very dear place to me and my past, and it saddened me to see it fall from grace so horribly in my absence.  Well now that’s all about to change.  As of this moment, I am officially the biggest star on this brand.  Look at the names on this brand…JD Damon…Nathan Fiora…Ahren Fournier…Matt Miles?!  This brand doesn’t have the star power to compete with Showdown or Dynasty.  But it does now.  With me here, I’m going to carry this brand on my back and make it the powerhouse it was when I first got here.  This brand, which is a glorified developmental brand now, will finally be able to compete with the other two brands.  And when all is said and done, it will have been me who made all three of these brands into something to watch.  As Chairman I made Dynasty the brand to watch.  As leader of OMERTA I made Showdown the brand to watch.  And now as Zack Crash, I’ll make Voltage the brand to watch!  But before I can do all that in earnest, I have to deal with a certain annoyance that has popped up.
 
[Zack walks by a certain room, and a giant “THUD” rebounds throughout the hall.  Zack turns to see the source of the disturbance.  The room to his right has a small window, from which he can see old EAW wrestler Psycho Brody, who is currently in a straightjacket and banging his head against the glass.  As a team of nursing staff rush into to subdue the rampaging beast, Zack ignores the commotion and moves on.]
 
That annoyance is The Sanatorium.  It must have been a happy day for them when they found out I was coming to Voltage all by myself and without any of my family coming with me.  Here I am, the leader of the greatest faction in EAW history, the stable that has been overshadowing them for months, rip and ready for the slaughter.  Although I wouldn’t be too proud of yourselves Sanatorium.  While I do respect the tactics shown in my debut, I have to wonder why Sanatorium never tried anything like this before with anyone else?  Or even more baffling is why would a group of crazies let brand boundaries keep them at bay, and why didn’t they come to attack me on Showdown before?  I have the answer to both those questions.  The first is that they attacked me because they knew their star was falling and mine was still rising.  So like anybody desperate to get noticed or over in this business, they figured picking a fight with the biggest dog they could find would get them some much needed attention.  And while I may not have liked the beating, I do have to commend them on an excellent choice of target.  You guys certainly are the talk of the town now.  The answer to the second question is much more simple…they were afraid of OMERTA!  Think about that for a second.  A group of crazy people, who supposedly have no fear, whose minds are to deranged to comprehend normal thoughts, were still sane enough to know not to come onto MY brand and start causing trouble.  Because they knew exactly what would happen.  And why wouldn’t they be?  Compare our two factions and you’ll instantly see which one is more intimidating.  OMERTA has taken over EAW, establish and underground network of informants and spies, and undermined several authority figures.  We’ve had World Champions, been in War Games, and taken all of EAW by storm.  What exactly has Sanatorium done?  Nothing but rattle a few bones and make a few scary speeches.  But now I’m on their turf, and now that I’m separated from my pack, they think they’re big and tough for taking me out by copying my own methods.  Very original guys.  I may have used these same tactics before, but I was never so desperate I needed to use them to make myself or my team to seem strong.  When I did it, I did it to send a message.  What message did you guys have to send?  Your little showcase was nothing but a tale of sound and fury signifying nothing.  But I don’t expect you to understand that quote or anything else I’m saying.  After all, every single one of you is so mentally inferior to me that I feel like I’m listening to cavemen when I hear guys like Phoenix Winterborn talk.
 
[Zack comes to the main lobby, and off to one side he sees a bulletin board.  Apart from various visiting dates, schedules, and event functions, there is also a list of Wanted and Dangerous Patients.  Beneath a few unrecognizable faces are pictures of The Sanatorium.  Zack studies each of them, but he pays special focus to the one at the bottom…Phoenix Winterborn.]
 
I noticed one particular theme in your promo Mr. Winterborn.  I noticed that the word “almost” kept popping up.  I ALMOST broke Maero in two.  I ALMOST won the Hardcore Championship.  Well I’m sorry to tell you Phoenix that “almost” isn’t the same as actually winning.  All that word really means is good…but not good enough.  You’re good enough to get right at the edge of victory, only to choke and fail.  I didn’t almost beat Team Ryder at Territorial Invasion.  I didn’t almost burn half of Ryder’s face off at Dia Del Diablo.  I didn’t almost take over all of EAW.  I didn’t almost become a Hall Of Famer.  I didn’t almost become World Champion.  I just did it!  You’re just at the start of your career, and already you think you’re good enough to hang with me?!  No wonder you’re in Sanatorium because that’s about the craziest line of thinking I’ve ever heard.  And to answer your question, I didn’t ask for this match because you upset me with your assault on me.  That would require me to give two shits about you or your little stable, which I don’t.  I wanted to face you because I had no other choice.  See when you attacked me Phoenix, you made it to where there was no other opponent for me to face other than a Sanatorium member.  How would I look if I just let you guys beat me up and do nothing about it?  I’d lose all credibility.  So I asked for this match to remind everyone that I’m still very much the Kingpin of EAW.  That if you cross me, whether you’re the highest Hall Of Famer or the lowest jobber, you will pay the price.  You’re just unlucky enough to be the scapegoat for your little family.  You and the rest of the green-eared rookies on Voltage wanna try and take MY torch?!  Well go ahead and try it!  Because I’d rather use it to burn this place to the ground than pass it to a guy like you.  I’ve still got a lot more to offer this business, and I will only pass  my torch to someone who is worthy of it.  And you’re not one of them.  Nobody of Voltage is worthy of carrying my torch.  If you were to try, all you would accomplish is to burn yourself in my overwhelming fire. 
 
[With that, Zack exits the lobby and heads for the imposing iron gate.  The weather is gloomy and depressing, echoing the interior from which Zack has just left.  He stops at the gate, contemplating his final words.] 
 
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.  If that’s the case, The Sanatorium has already proven themselves to be the masters of the insane.  They keep fighting and fighting, every time expecting to achieve that one moment of glory where they can truly call themselves the greatest faction in EAW today.  And so the cycle continues.  They attack me, believing that they will win and finally win greatness.  But the results will be the same as they’ve always been.  The only difference is that this time they’ve messed with the wrong man.  This time, when they fall, they will NOT be getting back up. 
 
They are The Sanatorium…and I am their cure!
 
[With that Zack gets into his expensive looking car and drives away, as the gates slowly creek inward until, with a deafening clang, the gates close behind him, sealing off the insane occupants from the rest of the “normal” world.
 

Fade to black.]   

I know what you're all thinking coming into this week.

You're thinking, with my sudden propensity to use my briefcase like any scrub uses a steel chair, I'm going to sneak up on Ares Vendetta right before our match, bash him with it over the head with it until he gets a Grade 2 concussion, and then demand my title match right then and there. Boom. New World Champion: Lioncross. It's the obvious thing to do, and it might be the right thing to do in the eyes of Showdown fans and EAW fans all over the world. But why on earth would I do that?

This briefcase isn't reserved for Ares Vendetta this week. I've tried to be coy about when I will, won't, and most importantly, might cash in my contract, but I'll say it up front here. There will be no title match on Showdown. Ares Vendetta is somebody I still want to beat, but I made my point clear last week: you will pay if you annoy me. Ares Vendetta isn't annoying to me. Sure, he did some despicable stuff a few weeks ago, but those are his own personal issues. I don't care about his personal issues because he hasn't infringed on my personal life. If anything, Robbie V nearly ended my career in that one other place, so hey.

I didn't attack Athena with my briefcase because I wanted to prove a point to Lannister. I've seen Vic Vendetta attack her in front of Lannister, and he didn't do a thing to stop it. I attacked Athena because she was annoying to me. She was sent out to be a mouthpiece, a representative of cowardice and indifference. The fact that he presumably sent her to the ring to confront me shows that she meant nothing more to Lannister than a guinea pig, so I followed suit by treating her like a housefly. See, I'd never bring my family into this. I'd never have any one of them approach Lannister to deliver him a message of any kind. I'll put myself in the frontline to do what I want to do and say what I want to say. If I'm pissed at you, I'll tell you that I'm pissed at you. If I don't care about you, I'll go up to you and tell you that I don't care about you. What doesn't change is that I'll be carrying out my own business.

So, Lannister, are you angry at me? Did I make you upset by attacking your woman, or do you still care so little, you'll send some other messenger for me to concuss? Either way, I'll have accomplished something. Clearly, the game has been afoot for a few weeks now, but it looks like I'm playing a different one from you. I'll leave you with no choice but to quit your game of dodging and start playing my game: fighting.

Speaking of fighting, Ares Vendetta, I... uh... I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Nick again you’re wrong.  See I flipped a new leaf after Pain for Pride after failing during a big moment yet again.  You know something you claim to do after major loss you suffer.  To be honest I don’t know how many new leaves you’ve flipped through.  The New Breed title just made my new side of the leaf that much brighter.   So don’t get jealous, don’t get upset every time you flip the new side of a leaf it remains the same so you have to run out and find a new one.  Yes were all aware of how many years it took me to win a championship but I still got it done right? I still have the championship around my waist right? What do you have Nick? Oh that’s right you have nothing you’ll never have nothing you’ll end up how people claimed I’d end up and that’s with no title.  No matter what you do a championship will come your way.  You tried with the big titles you even tried to win the tag titles failed at that too.   Now you are coming for my title and just like any other time you’ll fail at this too.  So I wish you would stop talking like you are some type of threat.  I wish you would stop talking like you are a top elitist when you are NO WHERE close to it.  So I’m not worried about if you look at me as some extraordinary talent because you yourself are not even an extraordinary talent.  Plus the rest of the world seems to disagree with you anyway.  I’m one of the main reasons that people tune into Showdown while you on the other hand replaced what used to be the Vixens matches as piss breaks.  With that being said though this week they have a reason to watch you’re match and it’s because of the man you are going up against.
 
Me.  So let me get this straight Nick you are used to success?  Have you had a crown jewel yet in your career Nick? So why run your mouth about me and my New Breed championship possibly being the only crown jewel of mine.   It doesn’t add up Nick I don’t even know why you open your mouth up sometimes nothing you say matters.  Nothing you say offends anybody and it never should.   You yourself have watched guys you entered this company main event shows you could only dream of. I mean the same goes for me but however like you said about this New Breed title it’s going to open new gates for me.  Soon I’ll be the one headlining shows and you know what you’ll be doing Nick?  The same thing you’re doing now running your mouth about other people’s success when you yourself hasn’t even tasted success.    Nick I hardly look like a champion?  Then what do you look like YOU ARE NOT A CHAMPION.  YOU NEVER WILL BE CHAMPION AGAIN AND AGAIN YOU WILL FALL SHORT AND THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!  I don’t know how many times I’m going to have repeat myself but until you shut up about my success then I won’t shut up about the success you can only imagine having.  You are not even an ordinary talent you are an above average talent.  In your head though and only in your head you are some top dog in the company.  I respect the imagination you have Nick it’s kind of adorable.  You know kind of like a child whose imagination is of him being a super hero and even that is more likely then you winning a championship or being a top dog in EAW.
 
The truth really stings doesn’t it?  It must hurt Nick.  I think you are finally starting to realize what I say and what everyone else says is true you just won’t admit it.  Your ego won’t allow it and I fail to understand why the ego is there anyway.  Why you out of all people seem to have one of the biggest egos in EAW.  I can’t just seem to put that puzzle together and I don’t think you can put the puzzle together of what it takes to be a champion.  I don’t think you’ve found those correct pieces yet and it’s going to get you mad.  It’s going to make you rage quit and just trash whatever of the puzzle you had built and completely destroy it.  What I’m saying is after losing to me Saturday than losing at our next Super Show we might as well say bye to Nick Angel.  There’s only so much failure a man can deal with and I believe you are coming to that breaking point so let the Nick Angel farewell tour begin.  Don’t worry I’ll host it Nick.   From whenever you debuted in EAW to the 12^th of November of 2016.  Nick maybe it’s time you flip a new leaf but a leaf that has nothing to do with wrestling nor EAW.  I’m sure you’d be a great sports analyst for ESPN or something.  Well whatever you might do after November 12^th I just suggest staying away from the ring it’s just not for you anymore.

Mute voices cast upon the world as the creator, finding solace in the hymn of man. This cosmic harmony often gets lost in the anonymous of it all, when this omniscient figure finds the wheel of destiny in that of the putrid soul castrated to serve. How you are a cat of a different cat, Nico Borg, Lannister must come to admit as this. Many false pretenders, ambiguous challengers come to Lannister, forsaking the same old tale. "What is a king, to a god?" However, But you see, there are many personalities in EAW that have the entity of a god-complex, but you? Why, Lannister never expected to find himself face to face with an admitted disciple and servant of one. There is much praise to be had here - and the inception of it all must lie within your comprehension to live within your means. You should make quick work of Tyler Parker a few weeks from now - for he proved no challenge to the man that shall stand before you soon enough. There is only the fabrication of a god-complex to him - he's as broken and battered as they come. Where you, Mr. Borg - seem inclined to not betray the primal faith that resides within your mind. An identity that speaks true to the man that he actually represents. But don't take this slight on your aforementioned rival as a means to esteem. Because when it comes to the one that is true - the Angel of Debt - perhaps you should stick to your lord's light, rather than echo the sentiments and indulge yourself in the condemns of your peers. Hardly original - the implication that Lannister's kingdom is nothing to that of the heavens - and hardly one that can grind Lannister out to the bone. How often Lannister has heard this imbecilic tone touch ground, only to crash and burn from its own complexions. Perhaps it is time that you get off your knees boy - and come to grips with the realization that it's not just your god that this world bends its will to. 

Oh, yes - Mr. Borg, don't act all that surprised. Your blackened reality will not torture the mind you speak upon, this time. There is no rapture to be had here, for you are only to be met by that of fair inquisition. Only under the arches of your ancient church, behind those holy walls of yours - will you find yourself standing so soundly. Because while you pray - no, RELY - on this icon to show his life works through you - it is only that of a preyed upon doll you can portray this time. Don't you get it, Nico? There is no truth to enlighten here - because there is no truth that to be had when it is created by the gods. Lannister referenced it before - it's only that of your primal fear, your coping mechanism gearing away up in that mind of yours. And you just happen to be the primitive sheep that gets receives the highly esteemed "honor" of proclaiming himself the chosen one. How does it feel, Nico - knowing that your only sole purpose is capable only through extinct life? You live and breathe a tale that can never be your own. Tell Lannister - can you hear his words, as he's dying alone? Can you hear this god - laughing at the naive manner in which you show? Because Lannister surely can - as you string away, sewing pieces back together of a faltering faith. Because to a man like you, it is that of the highest honor to sacrifice your life in the name of your lord. Don't get Lannister wrong, he is not portraying you as one of those serial rapists, that are often affiliated in such a regard, for devoting yourself to the lord's work. Lannister himself has come to know and live by the instinct of conviction. But Lannister will never follow your cause - and you and your cult will always be the ones to condemn the non-believers for it. But WHO are YOU to judge the lion, Nico Borg?

You ARE in the RIGHT of it though - Lannister is NO god. He's worse. MUCH, in so. He is the entity of war - the very symbol of all its horrors. A titan to it all, perhaps. And even the gods have to bask in war, do they not? So in a way, you yourself, Nico, and all in which you mean to represent - must eventually come calling to Lannister's forte. The wheel of destiny eventually comes crawling through Lannister's dear nature. There is no man, no god - no symbol that can persist to the imagery of war - at least not in this life. "The lord wills it" oh yes - OH YES HE DOES. There has never been a better reckoning to the gods, false or not - than that the tribulation of war. It is the greatest disease to ever leave Pandora's Box - except this one has no cure. Just. More. War. You and your lord cannot dare to benefit through these crusades - without the one before you now. Lannister is no man, Nico - your false pretenses just simply cannot apply at this point of time - and it's left you and your lord vulnerable to this attack. But fear not - for this is nothing more than a friendly exhibition at the heart of it all. Because Lannister does not forget - and he had hoped you had not, either. But instead, you came out of the gates - expecting yet another pledge of allegiance - when you of all should know first hand that Lannister is not the common face of what you would call a man. Lannister lived up to his name of being the entity of War - when he single-handily took on the might of five men and basked himself in the riches and spoils of War. The war of Zack Crash and Matt Ryder quickly came to be known as the Night of Lannister - leaving both Ryder and Crash in shame. You just happened to luckily, and Lannister does intend that choice of phrasing with all due respect, to find yourself perfectly aligned that very night. Mr. Borg - you were a great soldier in the war - but you were only the means to serve under Lannister's guidance. Oh yes, "the lord wills it" alright - willed you to fight under Lannister's lead.

Lannister won't dare to deny the chosen embodiment in which you represent - because if anything, Territorial Invasion should serve as living proof to it. Because if you weren't chosen to follow Lannister's lead - you were mere seconds away from losing a battle in your war against Tyler Parker. Much like Zack Crash. Much like Tiberius Jones. It just comes full circle, does it not - Mr. Borg? Even though there is some divine truth in which you spiel - you are mistaken to believe that is the only force of reckoning at work here. And it's becoming quite the common trend in these lands, in this kingdom that Lannister has forged for himself, that it is HIS will that bends much more grotesque than that of some god. Lannister still has a liking for you, Borg - so do intend to keep your mouth closed - and capture the blessings that Lannister throws in your manner in higher regard next time around. Because there is just this once, in which Lannister will grant immunity to your false chariot of supremacy. Perhaps you should seek in your own lord's enlightenment - and know when you have bitten off more than you can chew. If not, how about Lannister barter a try?

Oh "father" - take these prayers. For this next victim, is on your hands. You can bring your flood - and you can have Lannister's dirt with it, even. But it will be blood that is writ in water, that will cease to see the dam to collapse upon itself. You have taught your disciple well - but even you should come to know that he is not yet ready to spread his wings and meet the Angel of Debt in the sky. Lannister has heard that you are none too amused - but neither is he when hearing that you are to take credit for all of his work. But if you wish to impose your so-called divine will, "LORD" - just remember: POWER BE DARE. As it is Lannister that wields it in the most royal of decree. You may deny this - but are you so willing and eager to consent to the consequences? It's only Lannister's price that pays the full price on the dollar - and he is not to the avail of discriminating on the who. All blood bleeds the same. And through the trials and tribulations of it all - even YOU, "LORD" will come to see - that Lannister is the storm. So bring your flood - a mightier hail rises from above. A god never thinks to look above, now does he? But you will come to KNOW, come to RESONATE -

There are NO men like me.

There are NO gods like me.

There's ONLY me...

Power be dare, "LORD" - Daring you to look up.

THE LIFE OF MIKE SHOWMAN, SEASON 1 EPISODE 3: 1-0


(A “Previously on the Life of Mike Showman” package plays as we see the events that transpired on last week’s Voltage.


WWEFan: ……. Showman sends Carson towards the ropes and DROPKICKS RAMSAY OUT OF THE RING!  This has got to be some payback for the devastating dropkick that Ramsay gave to Showman.  Showman is now going and lands a series of punches on Carson!  The Ref is now counting!


Ref: ONE….!  TWO….!


Kawajai: SHOWMAN IS NOT STOPPING!  CARSON IS DEFINITELY NOT IN THE BEST PLACE RIGHT NOW!  AND SHOWMAN ALLOWS CARSON TO GET UP, BUT CARSON RUNS INTO A SCOOP POWERSLAM!  YOU CAN SEE CARSON’S EXPRESSION OF PAIN AND AGONY.  MIKE IS NOW STOMPING ON CARSON’S LEGS AND ARMS.


*At this point, a background voice of Mike Showman is heard “On Sunday we meet but let me tell you, I won’t be making any promises as to what I am going to do because I know that I am ready. I am ready for you and I am ready for anything that you will throw at me. As I said before, I am confident in my abilities and those abilities will carry me far in the Voltage brand, much farther than you”*


WWEFan: And the posse begins to attack Ramsay! WHAT THE HELL... THE MEN ARE HOLDING RAMSAY WHILE ONE GOES FOR THE CLOTHESLINE!  AND THE CYCLE CONTINUES... SHOWMAN GRABS A DEFENSELESS CARSON AND GOES FOR THE SPIKE PILEDRIVER!  HE GOES FOR THE COVER…


Ref: ONE…….!  TWO……!  THREE…….!


(DING! DING! DING!)


Announcer: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER…MIKE SHOWMANNNNNNN!
*Before this package could end however, we hear Mike’s voice as he is shouting, clearly mad at the video package*)

Mike: CUT, CUT, FUCKING CUT. What the fuck is the meaning of this? You guys are showing off the part of where my posse attacks Ramsay? You stupid idiot, you think they are the reason why I beat Ramsay Carson? Well then let me tell you one thing, Carson was pinned by ME after I hit MY finishing move. None of my surrounding men did anything when it came to pinning him. So before I lose my mind completely and completely strip you naked of any wealth you have by suing you for all your worth, change the fucking package and make it more centred on me.
 
(A brief intermission is seen and then the updated video package plays and this time according to the requirements of Mike Showman)

Intro: Keep your eye on the money by Mötley Crüe plays along with some generic intro video highlighting the life of Michael Brown along with the flashes of the riches he has 

(after about a minute or so, the video ends)

(Mike Showman is seen relaxing in his bed in his lavish hotel room with a glass of wine in his hand. As soon as he sees the camera rolling, he raises his glass)
Mike: Before this show gets rolling, I propose a toast the one and only daddy’s rich kid, the handsome, the talented, the power of voltage, EAW’s hottest commodity Mike Showman. Last week he won his first match and defeated that man who though he was a comic book icon and a former champion in EAW Carson Ramsay and by doing that he gave proof of the immense talent he possesses. So people everywhere I don’t care what you are doing right now but you should drop it and raise your cups in the honour of the amazing Mike Showman. May he never stop being amazing.

(Mike drinks from him cups and throws it away)

Mike: Ahh man that tastes so good. I guess when you add the taste of victory, even the worst wine becomes so delightful. Because victory is delightful no matter how it comes. Yeah yeah I probably know what you so called righteous and honourable people are thinking right now about the manner in which I won (mockingly mimics their voices) winning truly and cleanly is important because it’s all about respect. Well for those people with no life let me clarify something, my people only got involved in that match because Carson Ramsay attacked them first. Yes you heard that right, he attacked them first and that is the reason why they had to counter attack in order to defend themselves. If Carson would have stayed inside the ring and focused on me then he would have been defeated with a loss less pain. But hey you know what, I am kind of glad that Carson Ramsay decided to play the so called hero. It gave me an opportunity to show everyone how dangerous messing with me can be. People around here consider newcomers in a different way. They consider us weak and boss around us because they fell just because they have experience and titles they can do whatever they want. My dominating victory over Ramsay was like a message to those people who remain in Voltage. A message to be careful because no amount of titles or experiences will come in handy when I get my hands on you. You see, titles are just decorations. I mean, what can you buy with titles? Food? Shelter? Clothes? Women? When you move around with a title in your waist do women bend down and suck your dick? No because money is all that matters. Carson injured one of my men but by throwing my money around I can get ten more to defend me. Just by a single wave of my hand I can get a thousand girls to strip naked. That’s power, the real power.

Well anyways, now that those things are off my chest, let’s all go over to that part of the show you all love the most. That’s right after receiving an overwhelming response I have decided to continue my favourite reviewing the EAW superstar by Mike Showman, where I pick someone’s name and then add my expert review on what he has done. So this week, we have Black Sven. Now wait a second, Black….Sven? (Speaks to the camera guy at the back) are you sure the ‘black’ part is necessary? I mean that’s racist and I don’t want another reason for people to gun me with their low I.Qs. Nah nah you know what, I am going to call him Sven, just Sven. So yes, Sven, the animal that hails from parts unknown. The man who likes hardcore and tag team matches. Well met my man well met. I believe agents of violence, animals and hardcore match lovers all have a place in this world even if that place is under my boots. But what’s this thing about being an honourable man? I really don’t understand how honourable people can be animals. Aren’t people who classify themselves as animals and lose their minds in matches and during interviews supposed to be violent and people who are violent can never be honourable. Because during acts of violence people do dishonourable things. Some of the most dishonourable things like rape, murder are done by animals who are violent creatures. So exactly what are you? Or the better question is, who are you trying to be? Is it possible that you are trying to escape from something? Something in the past perhaps? Something you have done or something that happened to you? Because I can totally understand that if something has happened because the poor and the less fortunate people such as yourselves have always been the target of us, the rich men and quite frankly we like it. We like to see people like you dance around in the world and in the end when you are dancing you just drop dead or become violent. After you become violent you drop dead anyways and not because of us but because of people of your own kind who seek to defend the humanity and justice. It’s such an easy game to play for us, the rich.

(Mike pours himself another glass of wine and takes a sip)

But you know, I won’t let you drop dead just yet. I will play the game the way you want it. I will play the game on your rules because quite frankly, they are not your rules but the rules that we set up for you. When we take all your food and let it rot in our one of the many storehouses, you starve and you die. That’s the rules we set up and you play cursing the Gods and your fellow peers for whatever misfortune that happened. That is misery, my good man. You live your life doing things that make you happy, things that give you a sense of achievement only to be controlled by people like me just like a piece of entertainment. You can never be a big man or a successful man because we hold that place and no matter how many revolutions you start or how many people you simply cannot replace us. I will always be more successful than you, I will always be richer than you be it inside the ring or outside the ring. Still, I want you to try animal. I want you to bring in your animalistic behaviour in front of everyone and attack me with everything you got. Become violent and wild so that I can prove my point about how you, even in your wild and violent state, can come nowhere near my attributes. I will show everywhere that men like you belong beneath my boots where I crush you just like a bug when I am done playing with you. And that will come soon because unlike you, I have some real things to accomplish, real things to conquer and you do not form a real big part of it because you are a small guy, beating you will not get me closer to some real achievement and so the sooner this is over, the sooner I can go for some real challenge

(Mike takes another sip from his glass and says, “victory does taste sweet” and gives a thumbs up as the cameras fade to black and the end credits roll)

*Camera opens to a door that reads “Dynasty” The door burst opens and Moongoose McQueen steps into the scene where the production team is setting up the next episode. Jimmy, a random assistant approaches McQueen to welcome him.
 
Jimmy: Welcome to EAW, Mr. McQueen.
 
McQueen: So…. This is where it all began.
 
Jimmy: Yes sir, EAW has been around for quite some time, and no.
 
McQueen: NO! NOT THAT!! I’m talking about the recent sightings of clowns because all I’m seeing here is a bunch of assclowns that deserve a beating!
 
Jimmy: Anyway, welcome to Dynasty. We are happy to have you here. Would you like me to help you carry your bags?
 
McQueen: Hands off the merchandise, kiddo. I’m not here to relax and make friends. Because you see, I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum…. now open your hands.
 
*Jimmy opens his hands and McQueen spits in it. The camera freezes and a record scratch is heard and suddenly McQueen speaks in a voice over”
 
McQueen: Now you all are probably wondering how I got here in the first place. I had made it clear in the past that I never wanted a join an organization like EAW, so you all must be thinking? Blackmail? Lost a Bet? Maybe someone I care for is being held hostage? HA, who am I kidding? I can never be anyone’s hostage. But believe it or not, I made that decision to join EAW. And no, I’m not crazy, believe me, I’ve been tested multiples times in my careers. I have doctor’s notes that say I am perfectly sane. But to really get into how I got stuck here in the first place, we have to go back to a few nights ago.
 
*Camera shifts to a black screen*  
 
 
*a video plays in the form of clay animation retelling the story*
 
McQueen: Once upon a time, there once was a king that took the wrestling world by storm. Known as the King of the Night Time World, Moongoose McQueen ruled with an iron first. Every challenge that he came to face with, he dominated. Every enemy he encountered, he took everything from them. He was the best in the world at what he did and what he did wasn’t very nice.
 
He was at the top of the world, a man in his prime, having accomplished everything only men can dream of, a career of amazing feats that had left people wondering, was Moongoose McQueen real or just a legend. None the less, Moongoose McQueen grew bored. He began to lack purpose or a reason to live. After all, what can life give a man that has done and owns everything. The words and respect of her peers meant nothing to him. His long list of accomplishment and legacy gave him no peace of mind. And even if he defeated another enemy or over threw another empire, how long would that joy last? Truly, the King was lost.
 
One day, the king walked into the woods, hoping to find the answers he seeks. But sadly, all he can see is all the destructions he has caused. Every tree burnt to a char and not a single noise, as if everything was dead.  But one day, while stumbling into the deepest part of the woods, he found a tree with a door on it. On the door was etch three letters: “EAW.” This tree was still healthy, colorful, and filled with life. Curiosity of the king got the best of him as he opened the door.
 
McQueen could only see darkness, but boldly stepped forward only to fall into a pit. The king spiral into what looks like a decade of “wrestling,” and suddenly crashes into the ground.
 
What had happened? McQueen got back up to his feet, and he couldn’t believe his eyes. There existed a town he has never seen before. Filled with life and ignorance bliss of people who are not aware of the kings reputation. McQueen couldn’t believe his eyes. The King takes a deeper look, spying on the citizens of this town.
 
*McQueen begins to burst into song, but seriously, if you didn’t get the “Nightmare Before Christmas” reference so far  and what this song is parodying, SHAME ON YOU. Stop reading this promo and go watch that movie.*
 
What’s this? What’s this?
There are posers everywhere.
What’s this?
Those cheers just burns my ears.
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming.
Wake up, McQueen, this isn’t fair!!
 
What’s this?
 
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong.
Oh my,
Are the weak being praised as the strong?
 
What’s this?
The infested hellhole is filled with
Little insects believing,
Everything seems so perfect,
Have I just been infected?
What is this?
What’s this?!!
 
There are factions competing in tournaments,
Where winning it doesn’t mean a damn thing at all.
And between all the general managers,
the one on Empire seems to be the only one to have any balls.
 
Why would I waste my time here?
Yet I can’t turn away with my eyes!
Despite seeing all this absurdity,
I simply cannot turn a blind eye.
WHAT’S THIS?!!
 
Oh look,
What’s this?
There is a show just for Vixens,
Snooze, its just 2 hours of women pms-ing, Elitists?
I can’t tell if they are serious or if this is a joke.
I can’t believe in 10 years this place has not gone up in smokes.
 
What’s this?
What’s this?
 
They have a guy name Angel, how queer.
 
Who would ever imagine?
And why?
 
Would ever Moongoose McQueen sign the dotted line,
And surround myself in swines,
Does he need a lifeline, is he better off if he just resigns?
But believe it or not,
This looks like fun!
This looks like fun!
Oh, is he here to stay?
What’s this?
 
Oh my, what now?
The haters are getting loud,
I love it! The tears of the crowd.
Just watch as I step in and eviscerate the competition,
LIKE A MAN that’s on a mission,.
TIME TO RAISE HELLS and break tradition.
PUT AN END TO THE REPETITION!
 
Instead of happy endings,
Moongoose McQueen is here to do some offending.
The king is here is lay the smackdown
A CAN OF WHUP ASS ALL AROUND!
 
Inflicting pain, lots of pain,
Choking victims out until they say my name.
Their humiliation is my sensation!
I simply can’t get enough to satisfy my thirst for blood.
 
I want it, oh I want it.
Oh I want it for my own.
I’ve got to know,
I’VE GOT TO KNOW!
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?!
 
Elite Answer Wrestling, hmmm?
 
*Camera goes black and fades back to present, McQueen continues the voice over*
 
McQueen: So why am I in EAW? Well, I think that story sums it up. It’s not that I’m impressed. It’s not that I want to win my titles. All I really want to do is really just spread my reign of terror and have a little fun. Break a few bones, make grown man cry, make their mothers cry, hell, make their dead ancestor’s cry, because “why not?” And I know what you are thinking, “Can this guy be any more of a bigger dick?”
 
*Record scratch noise and camera resumes and McQueen spits into Jimmy’s hands*
 
McQueen: and I’m all out of Bubblegum.
 
*McQueen walks away Jimmy looks disgusted. McQueen continues a voice over*
 

McQueen: They ain’t seen nothing yet

[This segment is based off on what happened after the match between Methuselah versus V. The camera transitions to the backstage area, where Nicole, V's fiancée, is dressed in an all-white attire, scanning her eyes here and there in search for her defeated love.]

Nicole: Please, tell me he is alright...

[Suddenly, a man with a Guy Fawkes mask is seen slowly walking towards Nicole's direction. He is shown grabbing his stomach tightly while gritting his teeth, as Nicole immediately walks towards his general direction.]

Nicole: My love...

[Nicole places her hands onto the face of the person. She gently rubs her hands onto the surface of the mask. However, a change of face expression emerges, and she quickly pushes the person away.]

Nicole: Take off the mask...

Person: ....


[Nicole immediately yanks the mask off of the person's face, and it reveals just a regular boy with blonde hair, looking all beat up and scared to death. He immediately pushes himself up and scrambles away from the scene with fear.]

Nicole: Unbelievable....

[She looks down upon it with a strong, stern look. However, something appears to enter the camera feed from afar, as two loud stomps can be heard within the distance right behind from Nicole. This person, however, is wearing half the Guy Fawkes mask while having half of his face exposed on the other. With past facial familiarities, it is immediately confirmed that this enigma, this individual, this mysterious entity is truly V after all.]

Nicole: Why...

[The half face-exposed self of V scans over the entire locker room, eying down all the posters that are being hanged on the wall, from Grand Rampage, Pain For Pride, Territorial Invasion, etc. He also eyes down what appears to be the list of all the current champions in EAW now. He lets out one, powerful sigh, before turning his eyes back upon Nicole, who is clearly and visibly disappointed.]

Nicole: Why do you keep doing this to me? WHY?! Just WHY are you so afraid?!

[V looks on at Nicole with nothing but an emotionless look, as he still continues to walk towards Nicole.]

V: Enjoy this vision while it lasts, because this is going to be the last time that you will ever see my face unmasked ever again.

[Nicole looks on with confusion, as the camera focuses in on V's scarred and beaten up face from previous rivalries and injuries.]

V: I specifically want to tell you, and all the other mere puppets out there in the confines of their living room that they need to be warned of whatever is going to happen to them next. The entire roster rooms should be on a high alert... because I can officially say with total honesty and determination that the true and complete V will TRULY make his Elite Answers Wrestling debut for the entire world to see. No more using doppelgangers--

Nicole: You say that all the time, but you never live up to your word. You always lie...

V: It is not my fault that you have decided to listen to every word that I say into granted. Not every human being is easily susceptible to telling you the truth. Even as my future wife, you cannot know certain things of what I am doing now and the reason why I am
doing it.

Nicole: Is it because of the whole Rhae---

V: You are not the main focal point of anything of this right now. It is all about I making my descendancy down the ring to mark my official return to this forsaken company. My
time is limited for there are other schemes that need attending to, but I do want to say this: Kevin Devastation is going to be referred to and recognized for the rest of his career, a Hall of Famer who absolutely doesn't deserve to be inserted into it whatsoever. A career covered with moans and misery, testifying and revolting just because he found out that it actually requires determination and commitment to get that long achieving aspiration all sorted out. I know your taste, I have a sense of what your dreams truly are. I understand how you feel. You want to escape this burden that has longed you for so, so long. But he is not going to be singing any gracious hymns after my OFFICIAL debut is OFFICIALLY made. A contest within a Glass Gauntlet, that stipulation can be talked and later resolved later. Everything has fallen into perfect alignment. The last speck of sand within the hourglass
has officially reached the very bottom. My love, Nicole, there is nothing else for me to say..

[V crouches down on both two feet to level himself up with Nicole. She looks like she understood all that V had to say, as she places her hand upon his right knee. V's exposed face looks on in a similar fashion, but he instantly slaps Nicole across the face with extreme and damaging force.]

V: But to enjoy the show...

[V quickly gets up from his feet and turns around to walk briskly. He takes out something from his black trenchcoat and out reveals a long, black baton, the sole instrument that represents V entirely. He waves it up and down in the air like a conductor as he fades away from the scene, leaving Nicole to bow her head down while clutching her beaten face.]