*Sigh*

Hey friends~

Good job Matt Ryder, I pat you on the head. Pat, pat.

Welcome to the big leagues Ryan Marx, you’ve shown up and everyone watching can confirm your active attendance to the big wigs running the place so you have other big match opportunities in your future, you can shut up now.

Now that you have been adequately praised for your bravery and what not, you all can go home to whatever lonely, boring, and/or empty existence you’ve come from, telling your housemates of what valor you showed by standing up to a force you knew you had no chance of overcoming. Yes, be it if you have wives, children, brothers, roommates, or even rats to keep you company, I am sure that they will be impressed by your grit. How can they not be with their low expectations of you? Even those of you who only have rats and fruit flies as company should not think that your efforts would go unnoticed, such creatures are the ones who consume the food you cheaply buy, hide in the dark shadows of your home that never has any human visitors, and crawl upon your floors that creak with the sound of inadequacies that define your inability to shape up your lives, they would know just how meager your status must be, somewhere in recesses of their consciousness. Just like within their consciousness they shall be able to tell that the same rundown character that walks through that door home every night somehow walks with an extra sense of what would be considered manhood in the standards of people like you, you know, much like how your parents were proud that their good for nothing sons at least stood up to their bullies the first time each of you came home to them after losing your first fights to other children who were better than you then, and better than you now.

Take solace in the incoming praise of those who will come to your defence when the world mocks you, good natured people will always be there to stand up for you saying “hey, at least they tried when so many would not”, but please refrain from the fluffy tales of what you represent and how you will do these magnificence unexpected deeds. Stop trying so hard to create these narratives. Ryan already speaks of not being afraid, speaking of such only because it is natural that he must refute such a thing, while my team has no need to do because no one thinks we have anything to fear. And Matt Ryder? He already wakes up in cold sweats imagining me decimating random opponents he faces, even if I was not there, because he naturally believes that everyone’s most crushing defeat comes by my hands just like his most crushing defeat came. So why go through so much effort to craft this idea of defeating us? That was rhetorical, I know it well, everyone likes to complicate things, everyone likes to think if you just do enough and try hard enough something amazing will happen that will stun the globe. Tiresome.

Sometimes things are simple, sometimes they are exactly as they appear to be.

In this nuclear arm’s race, the other team just doesn’t have any legs to stand on, let alone keep up in this wild territory against this collection of great consumers of prey.
And that is exactly part of why I joined this team. The other half is because I simply wanted to be in the main event, and wanted to dabble in War Games!

Matt Ryder spends much of his time speaking of my relationship with Crash, as if he’s making some sort of point.

Broski, Jones won’t be there are your annual barbecue Crash!

Dude, Jones isn’t going to help you pick up chicks, he isn’t going to be your wingman!
Bruh, I don’t even think Jones likes you broski.

Did I miss these team building exercises Team Matt Ryder have gone through? Did they all close their eyes and take a plunge backwards to be caught in each other’s arms one by one as they suddenly built some great bond? Does anyone even care about Chris Elite?

Most importantly, so what if I don’t like Crash? I obviously don’t like Matt Ryder, so it’s not like I’d betray Crash out of some petty preference for Ryder, not that I would do so even if liked him considering the gravity of this contest. Even in the deepest depths of my quirkier activities, there is a profit for what I do, or at least a tedium to end during a lapse of boredom.  Surely I do not need to explain that there is nothing boring about War Games. The only reason I’d turn on Crash would be if it lined my pockets enough to be more important than winning this blockbuster match at one of the staple events of the year, even I cannot put a price on such a victory, therefore I doubt anyone out there can come up with the price for me to give myself a loss. Same goes for the rest of the team, predators don’t mine sharing if there’s enough food for everyone, that’s why packs are formed. And to go further on what Lannister has already spoken,

the eagle has landed, the wolves have formed, and the Komodo Dragon has made its presence known, it’s already over.

Not gonna lie, a few weeks later, I'm still not completely sure why I'm on Team Ryder. We've been a dysfunctional unit; we haven't worked together all that well as a team, one of our members up and left under ignominious circumstances, and he was replaced with a guy I spent a whole week trying to slate. Meanwhile, our biggest player was added a week ago as a backup plan. I could've been doing anything else. I could've cashed in my Cash In The Vault - which, by the way, is still mine. I could've been scouting potential suitors for by eventual cash-in. I could've spent a few weeks off to, I don't know, heal. We all need healing.

That's when I realized - I'm in bad form. I haven't done all that great recently. Maybe it's because I'm not familiar with my opponents, or because the thrill of Cash In The Vault leaves me disappointed when I compare that feeling to these regular matches that mean absolutely nothing compared to Territorial Invasion. But, it's for those reasons that I need to be on Team Ryder in Territorial Invasion. The only person on Team Crash I actually have something against is the deluded one, Tiberius Jones. But, I need to get into these big matches. I need to get back into the spot I've earned. I need to continue to pursue my goal of being good enough, and I'm clearly not good enough now. Luckily, this isn't a one on one match - this is a 5 on 5 match at Territorial Invasion. Territorial Invasion is where all the chips lie - if Team Ryder wins, we get...

...

...what do we get?

Maybe we don't get a whole lot; maybe all we get is bragging rights. Maybe all we get is the knowledge and the peace of mind that not only did we beat the guy we have serious issues with, we also beat four other top competitors on Showdown. It's nothing I'm interested in, since I'm looking for tangibles at this point in my career. I'm looking for titles, not bragging rights. Bragging rights got old to me years ago. And peace of mind - that lasts about a day in the world of wrestling. We're up and at it tomorrow, making new enemies that we're ready to trample on our way to the top. So yeah, every competitor can make their points, make their decrees, talk about the Bible or talk about themselves in the third person and elevate themselves with their words. I have nothing of the sort. There's something else that makes me a very dangerous person.

I absolutely hate letting people down. Sure, people like Carlos Rosso turned on me, as did Heart Break Boy a few times, but I can know for a fact that I didn't screw up - they decided that they wanted to be the lesser man. But, when it comes to me, I win the matches. I win the titles. I get turned on, sure, but that's after I'm responsible for the team's success. I'm not going to act like I'll carry Team Ryder, but I will not let them down. I will be a contributor worthy of holding this briefcase. I will give two EAW legends in Tyler Parker and Matt Ryder the backup and firepower they need. I will make sure that Chris Elite and even Ryan Marx blossom and shine.

Again, I'm in bad form. I need to win matches. That's all I care about right now, not my jokes or hanging out with Lyuncrust or looking to find holes in your logic as you speak in high and haughty tones. So make your threats. I've ignored them and survived every single time in every other situation. Assure me that this time, it'll be different, that I'm making a life-threatening mistake by refusing to bow to the mighty empire of whatever. Go ahead.

The Book of Tyler, Chapter IV: Weeping and Gnashing of Teeth

(EAW Exclusive! We open to the BC Place in Vancouver, Canada; EAW backstage workers and non-contracted workers are setting up the stage but it's going to take a few more hours for it to be set up. Tyler Parker is shown, sitting on the ring apron of one of the two rings that have been set up for the time being. He's in a black, fitted suit, with the shirt underneath unbuttoned to show some of his chest and his tattoo. Tyler looks around before looking at the camera. He thinks to himself before speaking in front of the camera.)

In a few days, this arena and these seats will be filled to a capacity. These two rings? Are the two rings that are going to be where I'm going to put my body through more than I've ever been through; torture my body like I've never tortured before; tear the skin from my fingertips because I'm going to step into these two rings, into Hell. I'm here, in this empty arena, not to sit here and wait for the biggest match of my career but to tell everyone what I've been thinking for the past few months. You know, what's been on my mind, at the back of it. What's been bothering me. I knew the accusations, the finger pointing, I knew it was going to blow up. I knew it was going to get to me, to my head. Unlike Nico Borg, unlike him trying to get to my head, it's the accusations and finger pointing that has gotten to me and to my head. I've got a little fessing up to do, about a lot of things. First off, I'll give it to you straight... I don't like Ryan Marx, I don't like Lioncross, I don't even like Matt Ryder but I can trust them. I couldn't trust Killswitch, Kawajai or Carlos Rosso but I can trust them. Can they trust me though? Nico Borg has been saying for the past few weeks that I'm selfish and that I think about myself, that I'm this and that and I think that's gotten into their heads. Whether they can trust me or not, I don't know but what I do know is that I'm going to carry the weight on my shoulders, I'm going to carry my weight and I'm going to carry them into War Games because I've been in War Games before. I've been here for the past few years and I haven't lost. I'm not going to because I know what it's like to be in War Games, I know what it's like to be in these two rings and I know what it's like to be put through the steel that's surrounding the two rings. Because I know what it's like and because I've been here before? I'm used to it; I'm used to the steel, I'm used to the bruises that I've sustained and I'm used to withstanding it.

(Tyler would reflect on that before looking down at the floor momentarily, then looking back into the camera.)

I'm here, I'm in this match, to put the nail in the coffin and to end this. I said I'll give it to you straight --- this isn't about winning, this isn't about title shots, this isn't about any of that. We're stepping into Hell and for what? What's at stake here? Our lives? I'm not worried about that, what I'm worried about is if my team is worrying about that or not. Are they worrying about what's going to happen to them? Because if they are, then we're going to have a hard time. We're going to have a hard time because if you're worrying, then you're not going to be thinking anything else and in War Games? You HAVE to be thinking about everything else --- thinking about what your opponents are going to try to do you, thinking about what your teammates are going to do, thinking about what this is about for you. See, I? I haven't been thinking about anything but putting an end to this. Because that's what this is about, that's what this is about for me. For Chris Elite, this is about showing that he has earned what he has. For Ryan Marx, this is about showing he has what it takes to compete against the top guys. For Lioncross, this is about showing that he can be the Answers World Champion and for Matt Ryder, this is about showing that he's to be taken more seriously but for me? This is about hurting you, breaking you and making you cry. This is about the constant bitching, constant moaning, constant accusations and speculations and I'm TIRED OF IT. SICK AND TIRED OF IT. NO MATTER WHAT I'VE DONE BACKSTAGE, FOR THIS BUSINESS, WHEN I GET IN THE RING... THERE'S NO BSING. I COMPETE AND MY OPPONENTS HAVE TO KEEP UP WITH ME. THERE'S NOT MANY OPPONENTS THAT I'VE HAD THAT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT AND I'LL TELL YOU, NONE OF YOU, WHETHER YOU'RE ON MY TEAM OR ON TEAM CRASH, CAN KEEP UP WITH ME. I told you I'll give it to you straight. Terry Chambers has no sense. Nico Borg is out of his mind. Lannister keeps talking in third person. Tiberius Jones thinks he won fairly against me and Zack Crash has gotten way too far ahead of himself. This Saturday, I'm going to close the casket on them.

(Tyler pauses and then smirks slightly before speaking.)

I've given myself to this business, I've given my body and heart to EAW and I've been at the top for the past few years. No one, not even Nico Borg, can take that away from me. I've never stabbed anyone in the back, though I might have done some reprehensible things, I've been straight-forward. I don't care who you are, if you screw with me, I'm going to be breathing down your neck and I'm going to get back at you. Every time Zack Crash talks about what he's done for this business, for EAW... my blood boils. Because he hasn't done anything for this business or for EAW. What has he done? Change the name? You know what he has done? Used others. He's used others to get to where he is right now. He's used them to get things that he would've never had. He even used me. He wouldn't have been Chairman if it he hadn't. Zack Crash thinks he made Scott Oasis what he is but Zack Crash wouldn't be where he is right now without Scott Oasis. Scott Oasis never needed Zack Crash, Zack Crash needed Scott Oasis. Zack Crash cares about no one but himself. He couldn't care less if there's nothing in it for him. He's a heartless, gutless coward. He's going to have to get it through his thick skull though that this isn't his company, this is my company. HE HASN'T BLED LIKE I'VE BLED, HE HASN'T GIVEN HIMSELF TO THIS BUSINESS, HE HASN'T GIVEN HIS BODY AND HEART, HE HASN'T BEEN THROUGH WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH, HE HASN'T SEEN WHAT I'VE SEEN, HE HAS COMMITTED HIS SINS AND I'VE TALKED TO MY DEMONS. I'VE TALKED TO THEM AND I'M GOING TO USE HIM; I'M GOING TO USE HIM LIKE HE USED ME AND I'M MAKE SURE THAT HE'S LEFT HERE, IN ONE OF THESE TWO RINGS, LIFELESS AND HARDLY BREATHING. HE'S GOING TO BE PUT ON A STRETCHER AFTER I'M DONE WITH HIM. THEN? THEN... HE'S GOING TO BE USELESS. He's going to be useless to me and that's going to be the end of it. I'm ending this. He's at where he's at because of me and after I end this, he's going to be carted off and he's going to be in the back, cleaning his wounds because of me.

(Tyler looks back down at the floor and grits his teeth before he looks back into the camera and speaks.)

I've been so criticized, so overlooked, for so long. Not by management, not by the fans but by those in the locker room. The things that anyone has to say about me are insults, doubts, taunts and accusations. Like Nico Borg, he has been accusing me. You tried to take everything from me and you're going to keep trying to take everything from me but you're not, Nico. End my career? There's been others that have tried that, tried to end my career at their hands but none of them have kept me sidelined for more than a couple of months. Ares Vendetta might've sidelined me twice but he couldn't end my career. You can't even get in the ring with me. You're nothing. A couple of weeks ago on Showdown, you made a mistake, Nico --- you let me live. You said that you were showing that you could get to me without having to lay a finger on me but that was your mistake. What I had done to you? What I had done to you? Is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you at Territorial Invasion. See, I've been waiting for this for the past few weeks, some would say that I've been obsessed and they'd be right --- I AM obsessed. I've been obsessed since you tried to take me out. I get to do that to you but I won't make the same mistake you made because I'm not going to let you walk out of Territorial Invasion on your own. I get to look you in the eyes and show you what I'm capable of. This isn't a match, Nico, this is Hell. You haven't been here before and though you might think you know what Hell is like because you read about it in the bible? This Hell isn't like the Hell you've read about. This isn't the Hell that God talked to you about. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Are you going to hide? There's nowhere for you to hide, Nico. There's these two rings and a steel structure, there's nowhere for you to hide. I've talked to my demons, have you? Because you're going to see them. You're getting in the ring with something you've never seen before and something that's going to be on the back of your mind for the rest of your life.

(Tyler snarls his nostrils and shows raw emotion, he rubs the back of his neck before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, then he looks back into the camera and slowly opens his eyes.)

You're stepping into an environment you're not prepared for, Nico. You're not prepared to die in the ring but I am. You're not prepared to break your back and kill yourself for what's at stake but I am. That's what separates you and I, Nico. You're not prepared for this. You're not prepared to step into Hell. You're not trying to get hurt. You're trying to be safe. Careful with what you say and do. I know that this could be the last time I ever lace up my boots again and I'm more than prepared for that. I'm going to give everything I have to ensure that you know what you've done and what you've gotten yourself into. You'll be crucified for your sins but unlike Jesus Christ? You'll be a mere afterthought. You'll be a shell of your former self. Jesus Christ wasn't a coward but you are, Nico. Jesus Christ wouldn't have attacked someone from behind. Jesus Christ wouldn't stand on a pedestal and look down at those he deems beneath him. You though, you'd twist that. You'd twist that to make it seem like he would. You'd twist that because that's what you think is right. You think you're doing God's work but you're not. You're doing work for yourself. You're doing what benefits you. You're going to try to accuse me some more, you're going to try to tell me that I'm lying and that I don't know what I'm talking about, that I don't know you but Nico, I know you. I know you for the pathetic human being you are. You're so pathetic that I've actually gotten to you and to your head. I've been in the back of your head, planting seeds of doubt. You've doubted yourself and after Territorial Invasion, you're going to keep doubting yourself. Because there's going to be NO doubt in my mind that you? Are no angel. You're not the angel you think you are and at Territorial Invasion, I get to have you to myself. I get to be in the ring with you. I get to do whatever I want to you and you're going to BEG for mercy. If you want mercy, go somewhere else because I'm going to show you any mercy. Our God is a merciful God but I'm not. I'm not merciful in the SLIGHTEST.

(Tyler uttered that and stood up on the ring apron before going through the ropes and in the ring, he leans against the ropes and speaks again.)

You're not going to get any mercy from me, not in this match. If you wanted mercy, you should've thought twice before you did what you did. Whatever happens to you at Territorial Invasion? Is because of you. Hopefully you realize that because you're going to get yourself hurt. Hopefully your teammates realize that because I'm going to do to you what I'm going to do to them. Make no mistake about it --- I'm going to make sure none of them walk out of Territorial Invasion on their own or together. Lannister might think I'm bluffing or that I'm nothing to him but he's not walking out of this match without limping, without struggling to breathe, without much life in him. Lannister might talk how he talks but he's possibly the biggest threat on his team. Lannister and I have never been in the ring before and I look forward to getting in there with him. Tiberius Jones might've won against me but he wouldn't have won if Nico Borg weren't there. He thinks he's the rightful Answers World Champion but soon, I'm going to be the Answers World Champion before him. Because you know what his wins against Ares Vendetta and against me have in common? There were an interference. Tiberius Jones though couldn't care less if there was an interference or not because he won and that's okay, because at Territorial Invasion, there's going to be no interference. He's going to be locked in here, in one of these two rings, he's going to be locked in and it's going to be padlocked. There's no escape for him. There's no escape for any of you. There's no escape for me and that's okay because like I said, I'm prepared. I've stepped into Hell before and I'm going to step into it again. I've looked the Devil in the eyes and he flinched. A child of God such as yourself, Nico, should know not to tempt the Devil but I have. I've tempted him and I've mocked him. I'm going to either pin your pathetic shoulders to the mat or I'm going to make you submit to me. Either way, you're going to Hell with me. I've been to Hell, it's like a second home to me and in Hell, there's nothing but the weeping and gnashing of teeth.

(Tyler smirks again and with that, the screen fades to black.)

The skies were purple and orange, the last few clouds slowly disappearing into the evening sky as the view pans down to a shot of a baseball field and Autumn standing at home plate with a baseball bat in one hand and a few baseballs sitting at her feet.  She bends down and picks one of them up, rolling it around in her hand as she let's out a sigh.


"Well guess I'm out of the whole EOE tournament it seems.  Kinda blows honestly.  I was hoping to go to the top and win that thing, like I said but they don't really care about someone with my score.  That's not 'EOE' material.  Oh well.  Can't force my way back into the tournament unless I want the ire of the other Vixens."

Autumn chuckles, tossing the dusty ball up in the air and swinging her bat at it, the metallic tink echoing there as the ball sails into the outfield and lands in the grass.  She taps the bat on the ground, staring out at where it landed.

"So I guess it's onwards and forwards from here, or wherever I can cause troublin.."

She pauses, looking confused for a second before smiling suddenly.

"Oh yea, I'm in that 4 on 4 All Star tag team match.  That'll do just perfectly."

She picks up another ball and swings at it, watching it fly and land in the outfield again.

"I get to team with 3 Vixens who, in my mind, have done more here than those other girls.  Seriously, look at what we've all doine as a whole and that alone outshines them.  Maybe not HBG, but those other two yea.  Could have been partnered with the worst like La Diva or some other bitch, but I'm not gonna complain.  We got this."

She smirks.

"Can't believe that Stephanie Matsuda would even open her big mouth and call me a coward when it's her that's the coward.  She can't even follow through on her threats of violence to take so and so Vixen out.  She tries, fails, yet she still continues to ride her high horse like she's done something.  At least i follow through on shit I say and if I don't, I come clean, and keep going.  I don't lie about it like she does.  I'll beat the truth into her tonight if I have to.

Champion or coward, this match belongs to us four Vixens who can get the job done."

Autumn slings the bat over her shoulder, grinning as she walks away.

No. No. No, no, no, NO! You DO NOT get to sit there, flip that bad dye job you call your hair and sit there like you have the last laugh! You don’t get to act like nothing matters except yourself! You arrogant ass octaroon! You want to downplay my ability, my talent, but I’m the one who set the fire under that bony ass of yours! You held a title for 30 days and currently hold a consolation prize for your feebles efforts. And quite honestly sweets, you only won that belt because of Eris’ injury! What was supposed to be a triple threat continued as a singles match against a weakened Heart Break Gal. I know you’re feeling all high and mighty after beating Cailin, but My Reality is going to bring your ass back down to earth tomorrow night! As for Tarah, I’m glad she’s still able to fight! I’ll be able to beat her again! And again! And again! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES CASPER TRIES TO GET UP I WILL BE THERE TO TAKE HER DOWN!

(breathing heavily)

I give no fucks about how you feel about me Ms. Jaxon. You made your bed and you swear up and down you’re not responsible for anything. But here’s the newsflash, the one thing you better know and understand: You’re in this mess and will remain so until I say otherwise. The more you pass me off as some kind of fly, the deeper of a grave you’re digging for yourself. Tarah underestimated me and she got destroyed. Cleo, Kendra- hell Carlos Rosso needed his wifey to save his ass. You’re not as special as you think you are FORMER Empress! You keep talking all this good shit but has yet to issue a challenge against me! At least Cailin had the cojones to butt heads! Oh, wait I get it. The brass wants to protect you. They know what I’m capable of and what I’ll do to you once I get my hands on you! If you think you have what it takes to bring it to the War Queen then why aren’t you defending your cup against me? Because I’ll win hands down that’s why. They know. I know it. You know it. That’s something we all can understand. You’re the open book that I read while on the plane. You’re the sequence I memorize every time I’m training in the ring. I will devour you like the bowl of Wheaties I eat every morning. I’ll drink it all in like the protein shake I have during my workout routine. In other words my dear you’re just another brick in the wall, just like your partners.

Speaking of which- why are they so quiet? Because they’re about to fight four of the baddest bitches in the division and Reality has struck them like a lightning bolt! There’s nothing cute about what’s going to happen to you. This isn’t a random Drake and Jones/TLA kind of adventure. This is the prelude to the destruction that’s about to occur in under twenty four hours. Twenty four hours ladies. That’s the amount of time you have before it’s game over. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Cloudy’s not fucking around. So keep those hands around your ears Aria and Tarah - it’ll make hitting your butter faces that much easier.

All hail the War Queen. 
(walks off but comes back a second later)

See? I didn’t need to recite a State of the Union Address to tell the universe how I feel about you ‘Ria. I just need to do this

Ah ha, it seems to Lannister that he has struck a nerve. Isn't that so, Ryder? Or perhaps it is just your anger boiling over, knowing that Lannister won't praise your paper deity. Throw your shade-less words Lannister's way, Matt Ryder - go right ahead. Lannister will match them, just so you can't use them as an excuse to barter later on. Lannister wants to show the world just how quick it is to break the panes of glass that is your confidence, long before the famine and starvation of your illogical reasonings catch up to your cause. You actually want to believe the idea that Lannister doesn't belong, only for the idea that you want this relentless attack to let off. But oh, Ryder, this freight train is only just starting to steam its way down the tracks. Lannister is not going to sit idle and be a passenger to the moment. That's more of your line of work, Lannister thinks. After all, here you are slurring your words together about concepts you know nothing about. Your ignorance displayed like a trophy you're proud of.

Because if you're going to use history as a source to your argument, you might want to set the facts straight, Ryder. How your mind has deviated from the truth just to fit your hollow truths, as you've blinded yourself to the components of reality. Tiberius Jones is not the man that Lannister faced at Pain For Pride, so you might wish to hold off on building your shrine. You've become tortured by your own words of reason, setting a stage to grasp the helm of perception. But oh, how perception is so devious, Ryder. Just look at the lie you just spat, as it has swallowed you whole and left your words without merit. Not that there was much of a claim to the words before, but how this just goes to show you are destined to lead your team astray. You are not properly prepared to get in the ring with Lannister, that much is for certain. As it has become apparent that the loser's mindset is already setting in. Fill your mind with denial, Matt Ryder, and rely on that self-induced coping mechanism that you've spun in your head. You're not as sly as you think you are, Ryder. Nor are you half as smart. Naive beyond your means, an innocent entity who is looking to harden his shell. That's what Lannister sees when he sets you apart. Why else would you be making feeble attempts to slander Lannister's name? Why else would you be trying to go to war with forces like OMERTA, and actually wake the sleeping lion that was Lannister's drive? Perhaps you've fooled yourself, succumbed to the idea that you are the voice of reason. Or maybe there is no ulterior motive and just simply wish to spin a web of lies. Deception has always been the finest art, after all, but how it backfires when you've even fooled your own intent. You don't have what it takes to manipulate the masses, as you stumble upon your own words time and time again. You've been mislead into thinking that you are in control, when in reality your mind is just trying to justify for what you cannot compensate.

You once more, dare to cite Lannister's troubled recent past while overlooking the man that stands in the mirror. But let's forget about what led you here, for Lannister seems to be killing you by the second. For the world already knows that the grassroots you built for your foundation is nothing more than a decaying ecosystem. You, like Lannister, are becoming a man who is trying to evolve beyond his means. You call this "change" - Lannister calls this "order." With JUST two meager loses, Lannister has set himself up a stage to evolve beyond his brute nature. But you, Ryder? YOU? You have become numb to the agony of defeat, the onslaught of unfinished quests. You just NOW have realized that you are a man that needs to change? Oh, how you've become enslaved by the betrayal of your aging content. By just the slimmer of expectations not being met, Lannister had the itch in the back of his mind that he needed to stop living with such content. But you, Ryder, once again show the ill fortitude required to lead an army into the ranks of war by just looking at the state of your mental strain. We all are the architect of our own broken mirrors. How can you expect there to be a following in your name, when you can't even be your own hero? You can make claims that Lannister is not the man that he once was, but how even a shell of Lannister's former self is more than what the weight of your shoulders could ever handle. Your echoes that dwell have become the true illusion of it all. You actually find Lannister to be on the same feeding ground. An amusing jest no less, but one that you are surely going to regret. But maybe Lannister shouldn't find it amusing - and should actually be apprehensive on the slight, that you actually have come to believe the words that you have tried to enlighten with. Nobody listens when you speak, Ryder, have you not caught onto that yet? You will forever be plagued by the words of broken promises you could never keep. You might have changed, Ryder, who is Lannister to know. But you'll never be able to change enough to overcome your troubled past.

It takes years of practice to actually garner the respect and stature that Lannister speaks to you from. But you think all because you've put the time in for a month plus now, that you are a changed man? Oh, you polluted child. Here you are, wishing to reap the benefits of a single dose of motivation, seeking conquest and gold all because you've enhanced yourself for a second. You don't think EAW has seen this story before? You don't think you are a servant to your own nature? Of course you are, Ryder, OF COURSE YOU ARE. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A SERVANT TO THE REWARD. You are filled with content, and with it you could never reign as anything more. You will never find the strength that harbors within, for it is your very core nature to sell yourself out time and time again. Which adds to the hypocrisy factor, portraying the idea that Lannister is a man that was bought. Do you really impose the fabrication that Zack Crash could contain whatever punishment Lannister sees fit? No, no Ryder - you don't understand, once again you have come into this war unprepared for your enemies. And how shame will be brought to the likes of Tyler Parker, Ryan Marx, Lioncross, and Chris Elite all because you elapsed in judgment. Lannister's ally in this contest, Zack Crash, actually has the wrong perspective on such a match. He went to proclaim that not one man can win this on their own, but oh how untrue that is. This is the entire reason that Zack came knocking on Lannister's door, inviting him to a war that he was never tied to. Because Lannister is the X-Factor of it all, and you Ryder, are the prisoner of your own war. You ask Lannister why he is even involved at all, what is there for Lannister's benefit? Why, that is a fair question to ponder. But before Lannister delves into answering, how the hypocrisy is on display with your arising question. You claim Lannister is a man that is bought, yet he has no reason to be bought. For there is no tangible benefit for the task at hand - but Lannister accepted the call anyway. There is no debt to be paid, there is no money laundering from side to side. Yet you proclaim Lannister is a man who must fill his pockets, nonetheless. When will you learn, Ryder, that your qualms are without merit, and Lannister will never take what you say harshly to the heart. Lannister knows that is a hard concept for you to take on, as you live for the reaction of your very words. But Lannister is not moved by your display of arrogance, as your confidence is that of a false sense of security.

But oh righteous one, by all means, do enlighten Lannister after all. Tell him what you exactly thought would happen when time for war came to par? Did you expect it to bypass, or once more, did you allow yourself to consider the reward and came to the conclusion that it was worth the price of admission? Your motive is a puzzling one, and very shortsighted at a glance. If vengeance is what you wanted, there are better sources than to it than add a stable of bodies. Or perhaps that's telling in and of itself, that you feel more confident knowing you have a stable of men to work out your dirty laundry. Petty of a man you are proving to be as the longer Lannister thinks. You sit there and mock Lannister, yet you are in need of assistance to try to even up the score on Zack Crash. Petty indeed. You are a hollow shame, Matt Ryder, and you should have considered the consequence of anguish for trying to take yet another shortcut to glory. You are blinded within your lust for greed, that you set yourself even further from it. Is the road too long for you, Oh Enlightening One? Hmm? Why don't you just cut the voices in your head and start begging for it. It'd come across as a less desperate cry for your measures. Lannister knows you are isolated and desperate, and what a worse place to be those things than in the center of the war. You cried out for Lannister's backing, and when he turned you down, you decided to provoke his will. Push and pull, just to see what you could get out of the towering Lannister. But you ask, and you shall receive. When you knock on the devil's door, eventually somebody's going to answer you. Not that Lannister is the entity of the Hades or anything, but he has proclaimed to be the king of the ashes all the same. And once more, Ryder - you misinterpreted the situation. A mental lapse to follow your previous mistakes.

But don't think Lannister doesn't understand your situation, he sees to it that you have a duty to yourself to no longer harbor the glaring tone of your own misfortune. You want to break free from the self apathy that misery has brought to you through these troubling times, Lannister knows that. A bitter taste that you are so sick of swallowing. But some are just born to the affinity of failure, Ryder. And you are just one of the poor souls that fits the criteria. You'll always revert and sink back to your meager ways. You can never shed your disregard for the moment, as it has always become too big of a challenge to topple. But while you sit there, and test Lannister, urging him on, how you have failed every single one of his. You are a disgrace to yourself, and you'll be a disgrace to four others come Territorial Invasion. And you want to know why Lannister knows this? You proclaim this confidence, but it is just so much more than that, Ryder. You wouldn't understand because you look at the world through two dimensions - your mind and your view. But there are concepts of this world that go well beyond our limitations and aspects of life. And you just aren't aware of them, nor have you come to accept this as a part of life. But it's there, and it feeds. How the silver lining becomes harder to manufacture, your jokes harder to make, when Lannister takes the fight to horizons you've never crossed before. That is not what you want to hear - no, but that is what you will get. The lion's share, is for the lion - after all. If it is comfort you desire, then you have come to the wrong place. Facing the wrong man. Tackling on the world with a false ambition.

You asked why Lannister is to partake in this after all, and what there is to his own benefit. Why, the answer to that question is a concept even you'll come to understand. Why, nothing. There is no tangible benefit to it all, no underlying grudge on display. That is the beauty and tragedy of it, after all. Lannister holds no bounds, belongs to no stereotypes. You will sit there, judge Lannister harshly for partaking in a war that you presumably take on as unfair. Understandable, considering the consequences. But how all high and mighty you are not, for your own reasons. You are in search for redemption - to mend your broken, shattered dreams. You are allowed to sing the hymns of your disgrace - but you will not build an empire out them like you wished to believe.

Instead, you will just add another layer of foundation on this rubble of empty cracks that is proclaimed your career. You are simply last year's nest in which the bird has flown. This gust of wind, this floating aura of yours, isn't leading you to the promised land. It's only standing you idle, as you get swept away by the winds and floods of greed.

And at Territorial Invasion, it's just another flood. Another storm that has swept on by and taken what it can from you. Even if it isn't much, it's something. The defeat, the anguish. Normally, this is where you'll repeat your cycle and begin to rebuild from the ground up. But no, no - not this time, something trips inside. This storm is different, this catastrophic disaster having left an imprint to the very core.

Your grassroots are to fail you, Ryder. Your leaves have lost their color, the branches crashing to the pavement of the ground. Your entire ecosystem is about to turn upon itself. You are in for some troubling times, and some troubling despair. There's no returning from this onslaught. There's no turning back now. Lannister is the storm. Lannister's writ runs everywhere, and the sound of his waves shall always be heard. Let them speak to you through the course of time, as you resent the lone encounter that you chose to defy the one they call the Angel of Debt.

And you  will have nobody to blame but yourself. Lannister said it before, but he'll say it again...

Some mistakes, you never stop paying for. And how this price is the one you'll pay the most.

I don’t need to smile! I’m Cameron Ella Ava! I’m the Vixen that stayed when everyone left! I’m the Vixen that kept this division afloat after HBG, Kendra, and Cleopatra left! I did all the hard work! You did all those things without competition, Cameron! You carried a division with nobody in it. You never made it greater; it remained stagnant while it sat on your shoulders. You took the title from Cleopatra when she had her foot already out the door, and became nothing more than a placeholder to a Vixen that was still going getting wet behind the ears. Then you ran from the division and decided to go play friends with the Heart Break Boy. You left this division for dead and never looked back. The Vixen’s Championship was retired for months and tried you hardest to prove your worth to Jaywalker – and how long did that take, Cameron? Fifth or sixth time was the charm, right? But, it was the return of both Lethal and Kendra that invigorated the division. It was their war to crown the new Vixen’s Champion that breathed new life into this Vixen’s division! You never once had a hand in it. But, after those two, that’s when to doors flew open for the likes of Cailin, Aria, Sheridan, and Tarah Nova. The division grew and expanded without your help in the slightest, Cameron, and now that you’re back in it - you’re trying your hardest to prove that you still hold some form of worth. But, you haven’t. You were placed in a bracket that you thought was nothing more than puppy chow and you couldn’t overcome that! What does that say about YOU, Cameron? What does it say that a Vixen that has been in this company for over five years couldn’t keep up with a Vixen that has been in the company for a matter of three weeks? What does it say about YOU that YOU needed to intervene in her affairs because you couldn’t keep up with the level she was standing on, and the expectation that she set. But, Cameron, you’re certainly not desperate are you! That’s why I called this attitude you hold as nothing more than a charade, Cameron. That’s why I said that all this is, is nothing more than a reason for you to look at yourself in the mirror and still hold some reason to smile. You’ve done absolutely nothing for months that you can actually be proud of! While every single other Vixen in this division continues to place one foot in front of the other, and continues moving forward; you remain completely stagnant. You stand in front of the world TRYING to give a reason for people to still take you with an ounce of seriousness. I’M SPECIAL GUYS! I’M THE GREATEST VIXEN OF ALL TIME! LOVE ME! RESPECT ME! WORSHIP ME!
 
It’s a joke, Cameron. You’ve already started backtracking on the things that you said leading into our first match. You said, believing it wholeheartedly, that could to take either championship away from the champion whenever you wanted. That there wasn’t anything they could do to stop you from doing so. This time, Cameron – you’re giving excuses to why you haven’t. It… It’s not that easy! But, hey! Maybe you can call up Dark Demon and he can do your dirty work for you, just like he did against Scott Diamond. Maybe Dark Demon can hand you to Vixen’s Championship on a silver platter, like he did the Hall of Fame Championship at Triple Threat a few years ago. You’re not the best. You’re not great. You’ve become nothing, Cameron. We’re not looking up at you thinking about the things that we could possibly become; we’re looking down at you knowing that that’s what we don’t want to become. Cailin, Aria, Sheridan – names that you claimed to be better than, Cameron? They’ve already ran past you. Sad, isn’t it? The fact that you’ve worked so hard so for many years, and for people that have been in this company for less than a third of the time are already better than you are. Who would have thought? Truthfully, Cameron – I love the position that I’m in now. While being forced to compete in an extra match to grasp onto the crown that I want, I have the opportunity to be the Vixen that deals the final blow before you fall of the edge of that cliff. I said it last night, and you did nothing more than attempt to play a game of  “I know you are, but what am I”. Tonight, when you’re lying in that bed of yours; I want you think about the possibilities of where you career can go. I want you to think about the good things… and I want you to think about the bad. I want to you to think about what could happen if you can’t get your career out of the tail spin that it’s been in for months. I want you to think about what’s going to happen to you the legacy that you’ve created over the years, as you continue to fail and those around you continue to succeed. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Cameron, but this story doesn’t have a happy ending. The story of Cameron Ella Ava is one of a fallen queen. The story of a woman that once held the world in the palm of her hand, and allowed every piece of it to fall through the gaps between her fingers.

All you’ve done Cameron is delay the inevitable. Cameron Ella Ava. Madison Kaline. Cailin Dillion. Three names stand between Sophia Rose and that crown. Try and stop me, ladies.

(Camera shows Diamond Cage in the dark parking lot of the United Center sitting on the roof of a car and smoking a cigarette)

The money to book this flight to beautiful Chicago didn't come out of my pocket, the hotel which is separate from the Voltage guys wasn't out of my pocket either. But this cigarette I have in my mind was paid for with my money. I call that treatment the “doing the job” treatment. I'm here to make this guy carrying a Hardcore Title look good so people can believe he is as hardcore as he says he is. Everyone looks at me as this hardcore devil, I mean sure I've done some things to people that would slap the tag of Hardcore on my forehead but I've also gotten in there and wrestled with the best pure wrestlers in EAW history and not only last but survive and win the whole thing. Hardcore was an idea, that idea became a institution that this fucking company uses to make money or get higher ratings on their shitty shows. Hardcore became so much of an institution that it has it's own title belt, that it has replica titles of it being sold to little children and make them believe that one day they can become Hardcore too. Now I haven't viewed any of Nathan's comments, nor do I care about what he has to say because he's holding a championship that should be rusting in my parking lot because I made hardcore cool, I made violence something parents would WANT their children to see. The nerve of me being flown into Voltage, and they don't dare allow this guy to put his title on the line against me one is disrespectful and 2nd making it a hardcore rules match where you aren't doing this guy any favors because I'm going to expose him and show him what hardcore is really all about. See I've lost blood, I've lost skin, I've spat teeth and nearly caught up my lungs fighting and doing this that I should be and probably will be going to hell for. I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't change the path I've embarked on and really it's made me quite a nice living. I realize maybe you feel me commenting on this match a day before I'm suppose to show up bothers you. But this arena, the united center is the house Michael Jordan built. He built it dribbling a basketball and dunking it and winning NBA Championships. 

The house of Hardcore was not built on backs of Nathan Fiora therefore I can speak whenever the fuck I feel like it, The foundation of Hardcore started from back in the day where men fought to the death just because. Before there was any rules, any stupid rope breaks. There was only rule and that rule is survivor and as you can tell because I'm still standing here I've managed to survive for a very long time and I refuse to let some Victoria secret model poster boy think he is going to be the one to finally get rid of me. It's not happening now, It's not happening EVER! I decide when I've crossed the line of being obsolete and I haven't crossed that fucking line yet because I'm like a fine wine. I get better each and every single day because I am a hardcore wrestling machine and I am THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! And in the eyes of men in this company, I'm the stairs. I'm the stairs everyone want's to step on to brag about how they used me to get to the next level. That's why I was flown here, all expenses paid. They know my name, they know my track record and they know what I've done and what I'm willing to do when you set the rule book on fire. I'm the face of savagery, I showcase it unlike any other. Nathan, I am stepping into your house, Voltage. And you know if you lose this match to a guy on enemy territory it won't go over well with your team, really I don't give a rats ass about anyone on Team Dynasty. Hell, I could give a fuck about what they are doing anyway. Whenever I am given an opportunity to slap the head off of a young man who thinks he's the face of hardcore and make you realize you are too small for the pants your trying to fit. I get enjoyment out of it, especially when I can assure you that you are in for a painful night. It's dark in Chicago, I'm basically the only man here sitting in this empty parking lot taking in and reminiscing on the violence of this city. It feels like home, it feels like a place to teach a lesson in hardcore. A lesson you'll never forget.

(Diamond Cage gets off the hood of the car and walks off as the camera shows him from behind until the feed cuts)

“If ignorance truly is bliss, then Black Sven must be the happiest goddamn person in the entire world. Hell, he is most likely the happiest person the entire galaxy as we know it. For some strange reason, Sven feels as if he is actually important here. The man who somehow, someway, was able to pull the biggest upset victory of the year against Phoenix Winterborn last Sunday night actually believes that everyone around here takes him seriously as a wrestler. That victory, however, doesn’t matter because it doesn’t define his capabilities in the ring as an athlete. This man is absolutely delusional. That is the perfect word to describe Black Sven, delusional. Delusional in the mere fact that this jackass actually believes wholeheartedly that he has a chance to pull a win out from under me. Delusional in the fact that he is actually “somebody” within this company. Do you not get it, Sven? Just like how I attempted to explain it to you earlier in the week, you are merely just a pawn in the grand scheme of things. When I look at you, I do not see an actual threat; I see someone who is just a stepping stone to regaining my rightful spot on this roster and within this company. You are a nobody that desperately tries to get the attention of others, but you constantly get ignored. You are clawing away, hoping that someone notices you and takes notice of you, but unfortunately, Sven, that will never happen. And you don’t seem to comprehend that because of your own ignorance and foolishness; you actually believe that you somehow matter. That’s just all in your mind, Sven, because in reality – in the real world – nobody gives a rat’s ass about you. You could easily leave this company next week, and you will just be a figment of everyone’s imagination.”
 
“Sven, let me ask you this… why do you support the fight against Voltage? Why do you support the fight against this company that pays our fucking pay checks? The very company that puts food on our tables for our families. The very company that pays us so we can provide a life for our families, for our children. Why in the hell would you want to fight against them? In case you didn’t pay attention, the fight that I support, the fight that I am currently at war with is against the ungrateful pricks that are flooding this roster that I like to call the “new era.” I am sick and tired of these rejects taking television time that should be used for me. That should be used for Kenny Drake. That should be used for ANYONE but them. See, you have no idea what I was actually talking about. You didn’t pay attention, just like I thought you wouldn’t do. And yes, Sven, you ARE a part of the very problem that I am currently at war with. You are just another ungrateful asshole that believes that this company should just cater to them. Unfortunately, that isn’t how this shit works, Sven! You want to call me just another cog in the machine? A part of the machine? I guess you don’t realize that that is EXACTLY what you are, Sven. You are a just a cog within the machine known as the “new era.” Kenny Drake, myself, and the rest of Wolvesden are not cogs! We are the goddamn saviors of this roster, of this fucking company! The problem is, nobody realizes it yet, but trust me when I say that soon enough… they will; EVERYONE WILL!”
 
“And please, enlighten me regarding me asking you to join Wolvesden? When did that ever come out of my mouth? As far as I am concerned not once did I ever invite you to join the Wolvesden and our fight against the children that inhabit this organization. NOT ONCE! Quite frankly, Sven, you would not stand a chance running with Wolvesden. You would not be able to handle what we do. You wouldn’t be able to handle the repercussions of being a member of Wolvesden. It would get to you, Sven. All of the pressure would slowly start eating away at you. The images in your head of the destruction, of the chaos, of the carnage that embodies Wolvesden would start eating away at you as you lay awake in your bed at night, Sven, until finally you just snap! You continued to bring up alliances that once upon a time inhabited this company, but why? Why do they even matter? I will answer that for you… THEY DON’T! There’s a perfectly good reason that alliances such as EGO are no longer with us – they just weren’t good enough! We are not them, and even if they were still around they would only pray that they were as good as Wolvesden. The Sanatorium? The Sanatorium envisions being like Wolvesden. They have a strong desire within them to be us; to be able to accomplish what we have in the short time we have been around, but soon they too will crumble. You know, Sven, if this whole being a professional wrestler doesn’t work out for you, you definitely could make a solid living out of being a stand-up comic, because all of the bullshit that you have spewed out of your mouth is a complete fucking JOKE!”
 
“I remember you mentioning the reason behind you wearing that God awful mask. You had your face rearranged by someone in your past. Is that the real reason, Sven? Be honest with me for one second. What is the real reason you hide behind that mask of yours? What is the real reason you refuse to show the entire world what your face actually looks like? It’s because it is just a security blanket for you, Sven. When you walk down to the ring with that mask on and your chest puffed out, you believe deep within yourself that you are somebody else; that you are a superhero. Maybe you believe that all of your “power” lays behind wearing that mask, but in all actuality you wear that mask because you are insecure with yourself. You wear that mask because you are a coward. Do you see me wearing a mask? Do you see me hiding my face in embarrassment? Hell no! And that, Sven, is where you and I are two completely different people. Unlike me, you find the need to hide behind that mask because you know goddamn well that you are an embarrassment. Sunday night after I break every bone in your body, I will stand over your lifeless body and remove that mask to show the entire world who you truly are… a COWARD.”
 

“You say that I am not the first nor am I the last to stand in front of you achieving what you are trying to set out to achieve, but that is just another thing that you don’t comprehend, Sven. I am the very thing that is going to stand in front of you. I am that metaphorical road block that is going to get in your away from being able to continue on your quest of becoming anything more than mediocre. Everything for you stops here, Sven. Everything for you stops with your new personal savior, J.D. Damon. “

Barf. It's Tarah Nova... THE SPECIALIST CHAMPION!

HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT! You're not the Specialist Champion anymore, are you? THE GREAT KENDRA SHAMEZ KILLED YOU! ANNIHILATED YOU! DEFEATED YOU AND TOOK YOUR GOLD! LEADER OF THE VIXENS DIVISION? SHE PROVED YOU DON’T LEAD ANYTHING!

How are we feeling today, Tarah? Bitter? Sour? FUCKIN' SALTY? HAH! You JUST KNOW life works magically when you see the bitch who has been complaining about the OG generation not having what it takes anymore, gets COMPLETELY blown out of the water by one of the pioneers of the Vixens Division! You know how fucking hard Karma struck when you see this repulsive pretender in Tarah Nova, who tries so damn hard to be seen in this bad girl image, turns out looking so pitiful when you see that she was unable to deliver in a Championship defense, but instead she was EASILY slapped to irrelevancy by the same kind of person she hates dealing with... And then it suddenly makes sense why!

The truth of her continuous rambling about the Vixens of the "yesteryears" is to run us off for the fact that she knows in her heart of hearts and in the depths of her fucking soul that she is no match against us in a fair fight. We are proven to be dominant. We are proven to be killing machines. We are proven to be the ever-evolving types that can mesh with anyone in any kind of match, while Tarah Nova is just the shadow to our sun. I've heard of getting rid of competition in order to run the show, but this is just another level of straight up desperation! She tries to shame The Heart Break Gal and Kendra Shamez for calling themselves the bests in EAW because it COMPLETELY diminishes whatever is left of her credibility when she realizes that she is still the level of a goddamn newbie compared to the proven and tested vixens who could easily walk over her and make her feel like the useless piece of shit that she is. Honestly, Tarah, you can't fucking expect me to take anything you say seriously and it's just downright hilarious how you think I'd lose sleep over you not giving me any respect, as if respect from you is something so holy that should be cherished. Look at you and everything you stand for, nobody even knows what you're doing here! And on top of that, when speaking about Kendra and I, you're beginning to sound like that German retard Sheridan Muller when you try hard and think of conspiracies that come with the coincidence. But let me explain in a way that your slut brain can understand -- Kendra and I are both Champions because were are two of the bests not only in this division but in this company overall. We may have hated each other for longer than we've actually gotten along, but what the two of us can agree on is the need to go an extra mile and acting fast so there's less opportunities going to waste, while we live the glory that were ALWAYS meant for us. I'm not even going to wonder why it's bizzare to you, considering you don't even understand the sense of urgency and the need to do what is unexpected, you stick to the familiar, and you refuse to break out of your shell, because really, Tarah, how many times in your life have you given a far better impression that would make this entire world respect what you do? How many instances can you give where you have gone far and beyond what was expected of you to do? Are you about to mention the time when the entire division hated your guts and you overcame it all at Pain for Pride? That seems to be the only thing people remember about you! You stood at the top, you retained the Vixens Championship, but what happened after that? You fucking stopped trying. After that stunt, you went away because of an injury while your ex-boyfriend Zack Genesis couldn't figure out how to tell you that he's been screwing around with the lesbian nurse who was supposedly tending to you. Your life has become a mess. Your career progress was put on hold. And whatever factor that made the audience loved to hate you completely vanished to thin air, and when you returned... DID ANYBODY REJOICE, TARAH? And for a better question, did anyone fucking care? NO! Because people who have stuck around whether rookies or veterans have flown higher in a few months than you ever did in your dominant reign of terror as the Killer of the Vixens Division... and why is that? Because you decided that it was a GENIUS idea to defend this garbage division and abandon everything that made you unique. You abandoned being a killer, and reduced to this self-righteous cunt who thinks her opinion is of any importance to anyone, because of the fact that she said it, despite the lack of knowledge and logic to back it up. I don't need to give myself these false beliefs, Tarah. I don't need to convince anyone that I'm about to have the world at the palm of my hands because the thing is, I already took it with me from right under your noses. I can confirm that I am the Greatest Vixen of All Time, and only a few brainless buffoons would dispute. I can tell everyone that I am the best Champion this division has ever had, and everyone will just eat it up like my words are fucking chocolate, because I have that influence, Tarah, I have that credibility that comes with the name I hold, and the talent to support it which is more than enough to prove the doubters wrong. And whether or not I'm Champion, and whether or not you think I deserve this Championship is completely irrelevant because it's not my fucking obligation to answer to a talentless piece of shit like you. You can go right ahead and compare me to Donald Trump. You can tell me how much I'm so fucking unbearable and disgusting as a leader of an army that I don't even want, but do you know who else supports Donald Trump and everything he stands for? Oh, that's right... your boyfriend Mr. DEDEDE. Yes, the same DEDEDE who served as my mentor for MANY years, and yes, it's the same DEDEDE that influenced in building my reputation, the same guy that I idolized, and the same guy who taught me firstly how to fight for myself and stand on my on feet. That's the one. Do you honestly still want to say I'm not worthy of the Vixens Championship knowing that your beau, from the get-go, helped me become what I am today? Do you honestly want to insult someone who should very well be his pride and joy because she has earned success and he was technically a part of it? Do you seriously want to insult the title reigns I've had which half of it, he was the one who guided me through? You talk so much about how I don't deserve the title and what association I have with even Y2Impact, without even realizing that you are in no fucking position to speak of things that you don't understand, but I'll make you understand the bottomline of it Tarah -- you have no choice but to respect me even if you hate the idea. There's nothing you can say against me that will trigger me, as much as I have likely triggered you in the fifteen minutes I've spoken so far. You have no choice but to care about the fact that I am staying as Champion, because there is no way that you can reach my position without knocking me out of it first. So please, threaten me more, Tarah. Insult me more. Because in the end, we both know you're the only one between us who makes a fool of her directionless self, thinking "OH how great would it be if I was Champion!" when you realize that this ego-driven bitch that you despise so much has reached levels of success that you only imagine achieving, and will only aim for more in the future. 

But of course, it's all bullshit to you, right? Whatever you say, Tarah.

Longevity has nothing to do with how much you can accomplish in this division, or in EAW for that matter. It's always about what you make of your time as opposed to how much time you are given. In a year, after that strong tag team title run, and the inevitable Vixens World Championship victory, I have always done what anybody else couldn't -- succeed in an unparalleled level. Nobody was sure if I was coming back with the rust that could hold me back, or if I was going to be another bump in Aria Jaxon's road, but with just a snap of my fingers, those doubts vanished to thin air and was replaced with awe when they come to grips of what exactly am I capable of. There is no "generation comparison" in my vocabulary. There is no "in with the new" when I compare these trash in the division to me -- either you display excellence everytime you're in a match, or you don't. Either you reach for every means to win, or you play your cards wrong and hurt your momentum. That's what I will continue to preach from now 'til the end of my run. Long after winning the Vixens Championship, I have always put effort especially in ensuring that I uphold high standards of greatness in every match I'm placed in. With that, nobody can say that I'm a lazy Champion who slacked around and did nothing. Yes, I have suffered defeat. Yes, I have failed a million times before I succeeded, and that's about everyone's mentality, but the difference between everyone and the Heart Break Gal is that I am a vixen who is always expected to be perfect. Get 1 out of 10 things wrong, and I will never hear the last of it! By flipping my hair, there's judgment that comes with it. With every breath I take, there's criticism that follows. Forget the fact that I am a prima vixen who has always put her best foot forward whether the opponents are vixens or elitists. Forget the fact that 90% of the time, the opponents I lost to scored a fluke victory thats far to be proud of. Forget the fact that I have defeated these same people who continuously speak ill of me, and won't have a problem defeating them again. And forget the fact that these people who criticize barely has anything to prove their bravery besides their disgusting mouths, when they should be spending time improving themselves, it's the Heart Break Gal we should be looking at for flaws! Defeat and disappointment come naturally for these fucking garbages, it's a surprise why it still causes depression and a handful of mental breakdowns to lose a tournament that they RELY on in order to claim their long-awaited overnight stardom! Sorry, I don't give priority to this tournament. Sorry that I never wanted to be seen as a one-hit-wonder. I'm sorry that my goals are far beyond the rest of them, and that I intend on being the name that everyone knows lived up to the timeless excellence that she flaunted and preached. But that's just how I operate! I directly pursue gold without having to go through stupid rituals and traditions that mean absolutely nothing in the long run. As I have stated before entering this tournament -- it's a fucking waste of time. I'm not going to be that one vixen who work so hard for a rusting tiara just to retain the respect and relevancy that they lost along the way when they figured that their hype had expiration dates -- Just ask Aria jAxon. And with this utterly stupid "point system" decided by the management, I have already foreseen that this would just be nothing but a strong effort wasted and unacknowledged. 

Maybe if you stopped feeling sorry for yourself and followed every advice I have given you, you wouldn't have strayed focus and actually had the ability to defeat me every time we come across each other! But nope, naive little Consuela was too busy pampering Cameron and making her feel like she's a god needing to be worship instead of understanding the fact that Cameron is just a fucking parasite and a laughingstock that nobody wants to deal with. She's almost leading her block, and you're here forced to watch how things are supposed to be done! And even when you question her means, the best you can do is shut the fuck up because you choose to turn the other cheek despite the doubts for the reason that she has more experience in this company than you, if that's even a factor. Why are you of the mentality that you can never get anywhere while being a rookie, Consuela? Is that what your sister taught you? Are those the words you live by? Why are you feeling so sorry for yourself that you got defeated and humiliated by the Heart Break Gal twice? Is that what Cameron told you to do? Now, I don't have any siblings, but I'm pretty sure what she has to do at this point is to help you improve instead of forcing you to kiss the ground she walks on, when we both know that you have the potential to stand on your own. There was no "Wrong place at the wrong time" in any of our encounters, Consuela, and I'm willing to bet that even the defeated Sophie would agree that the result of that tag team match was a product of your carelessness and unpreparedness in situations where you are supposed to prove your standing in this division. She's just a fucking rookie, just like you. She's new to the company and working her way around it, just like you. You have the advantage of having Cameron by your side to tell you the reality of this profession and how to maneuver in situations, but despite that, Sophie is still leap years ahead of you! Do you want to know why? Because unlike you, her intention to succeed is top priority than catering to her family members. Unlike you, she keeps her eyes open to foresee every possible situation so to not get blindsided while Consuela Rose lets her guard down so easily that anyone can stab her back any day of the week. Unlike you, she listens to reason and learns from experience instead of acting so goddamn pitiful with the typical "OH I'm just a rookie who doesn't know shit" excuse after every match that doesn't go her way. Indeed, everyone has seen you in the cards, everyone has heard of Consuela, but even you can admit that the reputation is not a very nice picture to look at by far. I was just beginning to see if you're more than what you lead on, but you refuse to work on these potential because you're still tied to the idea that you need your sister's guidance when you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. 


I don't need to give you any further advice, because this pitch is useless if you're unwilling to act. But you know I'm right about this, Consuela. If you haven't noticed, we've always been on the same page when it comes to overcoming obstacles, but the difference between us is, as Champion, these are things I already know by heart. I analyze the circumstances and act accordingly. I am already bulletproof, and everyone can see that I'm indestructible, while you're over there crying in your corner affected by every little criticism that anyone throws your way all the while wasting your time assuming that I want you gone, when I never mentioned anything about that. You should be utilizing this time to convince the few people who watch you that you are to be taken seriously, and right now you're not doing a good job. You should be stating your intentions and your means to get there, instead of stating how much you are the same from the rest of the vixens today. Don't you want the Vixens Championship, Consuela? Then say it to my fucking face and stop beating around the bush. Stop sounding so fucking pitiful, you're making everyone uncomfortable! Stop making it seem like you're just a target that Vixens should be preying at. Say it loud and clear if you plan on surpassing the Heart Break Gal, and say it even louder how you will have to go through Cameron in order to get it done. Say that this bond between you two will cease to exist once you realize that you have to look out for yourself. SAY IT LOUD, CONSUELA. Cause if you don't, you'll be eaten alive in this division before you even have the chance to succeed. You will be taken down easily and made to look like a fool who will never amount to anything. You will be seen as a useless piece of garbage who is better off not being here. Jesus Christ, the way you're talking right now seems like you're completely satisfied walking to the back of the line while Cailin Dillons and Aria Jaxons take over, when you could be shoving them aside and securing your place in front. It's like you're content being the loser of every situation. It's like you're happy just being walked over. And I assure you if you keep taking the same steps with no improvement, then you shouldn't wonder why everyone says you have a long way to go.

TERRITORIAL INVASION PROMO #1
 
[Somewhere in the American desert…
 
Zack stands upon a tall rock, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and a single ray of sunlight beating down upon him, casting a majestic and powerful image of a leader.  Beneath him, row upon row of OMERTA followers surround him, each wearing a concealing mask and an identical OMERTA t-shirt.  The scene is eerily reminiscent Jesus’s sermon on the mount, as the horde gazes upon Zack with cult-like devotion.  He surveys his “family” for a moment, taking in the silence as they anxiously wait for their ruler to impart onto them his wisdom.  Then, he takes a deep breath, and begins HIS sermon on HIS mount!]
 
Zack Crash:  Man is an animal that runs in packs.  And as such, it is only natural for any individual pack to look toward a certain individual to be its rightful leader.  Mankind is a species that is unable to govern itself.  We need enlightened individuals, men and women of vision and ambition, to guide us through the dark wilderness into the light of a brighter and better tomorrow.  Without a leader, mankind descends into anarchy and chaos.  We see this in every aspect of life.  At home, we have our parents, maintaining the household rules so as to keep order and serenity.  At work, we have our supervisors, overseeing our jobs so that every cog in the machine functions the way it’s supposed to.  Even in nature, there is the alpha male, who gives strength and ensures the packs survival.  And although at times we may question or doubt the decisions they make, at the end of the day, we’re glad they are there.  Because most of us would rather be followers then leaders.  Most of us could not deal with the daily burdens of holding the fates and livelihoods of so many people in the palms of our hand.  Most would crack under the pressure, doubting their every decision, questioning if they’re making the right choice, and dreading the possible outcomes.  It takes a certain level of quiet inner strength and deep mental fortitude to be a TRUE leader of men.  Not just anyone can do the job.  You can’t just gather everyone under a single banner and yell “charge”.  You must also know your army as well as you know yourself; know what they’re best at, what they’re bad at, and how best to use them to everyone’s benefit.  This is why I am a leader, and Matt Ryder is a follower trying to be a leader.             
 
[He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, as his followers bow and chant…]
 
Followers:  In OMERTA we trust!  In OMERTA we trust! 
 
Zack Crash:  This match at Territorial Invasion won’t be decided by any one individuals wrestling abilities.  There is too much ability, too many different of styles, and too many different factors to consider when examining such a collection of Elitists.  Instead, the difference between victory and defeat will be determined by the men leading these groups of individuals.  Throughout history we have seen great armies, men that were better trained and outnumbered their foes by a vast majority, brought down by lesser forces, all because of the actions and decisions of the one man at the top.  300 Spartans were able to fend off a Persian army of thousands, all because of their leader King Leonidas.  Hundreds of American soldiers were annihilated by Sitting Bull and his forces because of Custer’s stupidity.  These are two prime examples of how the leader was the deciding factor in the outcome of these historic battles.  With this in mind, let us examine now the two leaders of this coming war…myself and Matt Ryder. 
 
Followers:  In OMERTA we trust!  In OMERTA we trust! 
 
[Zack begins pacing up and down his mount as he begins making his cases against Team Ryder and it’s leader Matt.  He gestures passionately using his arms and hands to emphasis certain points of his speech.]
 
Zack Crash:  First off all we must look at how each of us acquired our troops.  While Matty crawled on bended knee, begging and pleading for others to join his lost cause, I actually had men (Tiberius Jones) come to me asking to be on my team.  Why?  Because they have seen what I have done as a leader both in EAW and in OMERTA, and they see the benefit of aligning with a winner.  The others, I simply had to make an offer (Lannister) they couldn’t refuse, and they gratefully accepted, and one (Nico Borg) even before the offer could even be made.  And others (Terry Chambers) were already within my ranks.  So clearly I know how to inspire others.  But more than that, my team is a team that compliments each other’s strengths and weaknesses.  We have strength, we have skill, we have experience, we have cunning, we have ambition, and we a leader to bring it all together.  We are, in fact, the perfect team.  Now lets look at the enemy forces.  Firstly you cannot ignore the fact that before this match has even started, dissension has already occurred within the ranks.  Cyclone, most likely Matty’s biggest recruit, has abandoned his teammates.  The dirt sheets will tell you it’s because of a “contract dispute” but this is a cover up.  In reality, it is because he saw the futility of Matty’s fight, and decided to get out of dodge before it was too late.  So even if he is a coward, at least he’s a smart coward.  But regardless of the reason, how can Team Ryder hope to beat my team when they can’t even stay together long enough to get to the ring?  Then you have Lioncross, a man who has already in one team outing proven himself to be more liability than asset.  A man who was full of potential and promise when he won Cash In The Vault, only to disappoint us time after time since Pain For Pride.  Not much of a threat there.  Next is Chris Elite, Matty’s only true friend in this match, which isn’t saying much.  A man who has taken years to get as far as he is today.  Let me tell you something Chris, in the time it took you to earn this one midcard championship, I was already the longest reigning tag champ in history, a Cash In The Vault winner, and a World Champion.  So keep patting yourself on the back and saying good job, but to me any man who takes THIS long to succeed only did so cause he was lucky, because even a broken clock is right at least twice a day.  Next is Tyler Parker, a man who has fallen from grace so terribly, even I almost pity him.  And Ryan Marx, a man who has no dog in this fight, other than to be a replacement.  But can you really trust a replacement to give his 100% to your cause?  This young man has a lot to offer EAW, and I doubt he wants to endanger his career by making the wrong enemy this early.  Isn’t that right Mr. Marx?  This is a team of misfits with differing motivations, all of whom will have no chemistry and will fall apart under the leadership of an already broken man.  They are lead by a man who has lost the last two times he encountered myself and OMERTA in that ring, which by his own standards, makes him a loser and failure.  How can anyone expect such a man to lead his forces anywhere except into defeat and humiliation?  I have far more experience leading men than anyone on Team Ryder could ever dream of.  I have led a rebellion when I first took control of EAW.  I have led men in the boardroom as Chairman of EAW.  I have even led men into battle in this very match type, as this is my third year IN A ROW leading a team into the War Games Match.  With that kind of experience behind me and the team I’ve built backing me up, how can Matty’s even hope to defeat mine?  The short answer…they can’t.  This is a game of chess, and Matty’s an amateur playing against a grandmaster.
 
Followers:  In OMERTA we trust!  In OMERTA we trust! 
 
Zack Crash:  Damien Murrow made a huge mistake when he allowed Matty Ryder to be his vanguard and his defender of the Showdown brand.  Because every single time me and Matty have EVER shared a ring together, he has always come out the worst for it.  When I gave him his job back…I beat the shit out of him!  When he and Chris Elite tag teamed together…he was destroyed after the match!  When we met at Dia Del Diablo…I burnt him alive!  When he and Lioncross got together…he was humiliated!  Do you see the pattern here?  Matty has neither the physical nor mentally capabilities to overcome the awesome power that is OMERTA.  Everyone looked at me; looked at us and called us a joke.  So they figured they could sit on their ass and wait, and sooner or later we’d simply disappear.  Only now we’ve shown that we aren’t going anywhere.  Now everyone is scrambling to try and stop us, but it’s too late.  We’ve inserted ourselves so deeply into every aspect of EAW that you cannot possible unravel the web we’ve weaved together.  Your team is doomed Matty, which is a shame because I look at the pathetic souls you’ve tricked into dying for you, and I see some potential in them.  But they’re throwing it away in fighting for the wrong side.  Such a terrible waste.  Look at them Matty.  Look deep into their eyes before you bring them to the arena.  Get to know them, learn about their families, their hopes and desires, so that you can appreciate the full weight of the burden you will soon be bearing.  Because all the pain, all the humiliation, and the defeat they are about to suffer…all of it is your fault.  Then I want you to visit every single member of the Showdown roster.  I want to see the disappointment in their eyes…because you’re about to fail them again.  Finally, I want you to find a mirror and take a good long look at yourself.  I want all of this to come washing over you as you gaze at your ugly, burnt reflection.  I want you to take all of this in before that clarifying moment when you finally understand…you’ll never be better than me or anyone in OMERTA.
 
Once you have realize all of this…I will own you…forever!  
 
[Zack stops his pacing and stands eerily still for a long moment, not saying anything.  The crowd is equally still and silent, waiting for Zack’s final words.  After hearing a pin drop, Zack adopts an almost celestial pose and adds his final thoughts.]  
 
Zack Crash:  Blessed are the ambitious in spirit, for their kingdom is the wrestling kingdom!
 
Blessed are those who fear not consequences, for they are immune to everything!
 
Blessed are the strong, for they will inherit the possessions from the weak!
 
Blessed are those who hunger for power, for they will fill their lust!
 
Blessed are those who show no mercy, for they shall find victory!
 
And blessed are those who trust in OMERTA…for they are the children of war!
 
Now…let the games begin!
 
[Zack Crash raises his arm to his side, closes his eyes, and tilts his head towards the heavens.  Whether he looks like an angel descended from Heaven…or a demon risen from Hell depends upon YOUR perspective.  His followers raise their hands toward their leader, and in a loud voice, both Zack and his congregation declare…]
 
Everyone: IN OMERTA WE TRUST!
 

[Fade to black.]

I don’t need to smile, Sophia. At least, not right now. I’ll have time to smile when I become Empress of Elite, but becoming Empress of Elite wouldn’t be the reason that I decide to smile. I’ll smile when I looked at your sad and angry faces. I’ll smile when I find the twenty-three other salty Vixens who wish that they can be Cameron Ella Ava. I’ll smile at the thought that it took a Vixen who considered this Division of being beneath her to win Empress of Elite. At last, this hopeless Division can finally look up to an Empress who can revive the Division with hope and shape it to the way that she wants it to be. You see, that places a smile on my face; however, it’s not the only thing I see when I look into the mirror. All I see when I look into the mirror as one of the most beautiful visionaries that EAW has ever had. She’s more than looks. Her punch can shake a whole Division down to its core. You’re looking at one of the wonderful women who built the Vixens Division to what it is today. Without me, there would be no Vixens Division at all. Without me, this place would have remained dead after The Lyndivias left it high and dry. Vixen after Vixen after Vixen left this Division. The difference between me and the Vixens you bring up in comparison to me is that they walked. I stayed. It didn’t matter if this Vixen Division had twenty-four Vixens or if I was the only one left. I never bailed on EAW when things got tough for us women. You have the nerve to call this entire thing a charade? Is Cameron Ella Ava a charade? Is this nothing, but a character we see in EAW television each and every week?  Let me assure you that this is me. On Voltage, the opponent you get is one-hundred percent me. I’m the realist Vixen in EAW. I’m the Katy Perry in a room full of Taylor Swifts. I’m the Barbie in a room full of Bratz. I’m not a sham. I’m not fake as some people like to make me up to be. Sophia, you can believe all that you’ve heard around the locker room or you can listen straight from me. Empress of Elite is anything, but a sham for me. It’s a reason to keep fighting. It’s constant motivation to finally have something over these Vixens. Just like I’ve said before. I need to win this. If I win, it finally proves something to these dumb bimbos that I have and always will be better than them. When I do accomplish my goal of becoming Empress, I’ll have another reason out of my million reasons to smile and trust me, it will be such a beautiful smile. You’ll just be willing to do anything to wipe it off my face. [smiles] Do you want to slap the smile off of me, Sophia? I dare you.

I’m no longer great. I was never great, Sophia. I was always the best. It doesn’t matter what I see myself in the mirror because whatever I see in the mirror projects to reality each and every time I step foot into the ring. I see a woman who has to continue to work her hardest despite being told by less worthy Vixens that she is no longer great. I see a woman who is I see a twenty-eight-year-old woman who continues to prove week in and week out that she could hang around these younger Vixens. There are people that state that I have lost my touch. They think that I’ve peaked. They think that I should be casted aside for younger women like Aria Jaxon and Cailin Dillon. At this point in my career, I’m just reminding every single doubter in EAW that I shouldn’t be cast aside for anyone at all. The last thing that people should think is that I should just step aside and let these younger Vixens take the spotlight that rightfully belongs to me? Hell no. I step aside to no one. I’m not going to let someone like you tell me that I’m struggling to keep afloat in EAW. Does it look like I’m struggling? Does it look like I’m just gasping for air until someone throws a float for me to hold on too? I’m not struggling as much as you would like me too. I’m not struggling to find my place in the Vixens Division like you are. I’m not a Vixen that is looking to make her name while facing veteran like myself. I know how much a victory against me must mean to you. It could be the one thing besides Empress of Elite to jumpstart your career. It is then when I have a problem with you. I’m not going to allow Vixens to use me to make a name for themselves. I’m not allowing anymore Vixens to get a victory over me to get the opportunities that are rightfully mine. Sheridan, Aria and Cailin were the only Vixens to get a victory over me. They are the only three to get a victory over me for as long as I’m in the Vixens Division. I refuse to let you get a victory over me. If I lose to you, does that mean I stop believing that I’m the best? Does that mean I must think myself as beneath of you? No, I’ll continue to believe that I’m the Greatest of All Time. The question that should be on your mind is what happens to you after I end you in the ring? Where does the newbie Sophia Rose go after a defeat against Cameron Ella Ava? You might as well ask Haruna, Azumi, Hatsukyo and Nicole what happened to them after a victory over me.  Nicole and Hatsukyo will never recover from it. Azumi and Haruna will continue to go back to being irrelevant and you, Sophia? You might as well go back to Cincinnati, take a good cry on your father’s shoulder and tell him that you failed. You failed at defeating the Queen of the Vixens. You failed at putting me down. You are nothing special. You’re just a poor Vixen who’s almost having her fifteen minutes of fame expire. 

These six months have been awful. These six months have been the worse in my career. If I win Empress of Elite, it proves that there must have been a reason why I lost my Interwire Championship to TLA. There must be a reason why I lost the Vixens Cup to Sheridan Muller. There must have been a reason why I submitted to Aria Jaxon. There was a reason why I was outsmarted by Jamie O’ Hara. Perhaps me facing failure after failure has led me to this point where I become Empress of Elite. Perhaps, this is an opportunity to redeem myself. There’s a reason why Cailin Dillon is in the finals. She was the woman I failed to defeat before this tournament even began. The reason it has become this way. This is all sign that it is meant to be me to advance to the semi-finals, defeat Madison Kaline and meet her in the finals. This journey has not been perfect at all. There were some unexpected contenders that could have become Empress of Elite such as: Veena Adams, Erica Ford and especially you, Sophia. I was a favorite from the start. There is a part of me that does not want to prove the naysayers right. I don’t want you to get the impression that I’ve lost my ways. That I lost my touch. Personally, I feel like I’ve gotten better over the years. I feel like the older I got, the more better my career has gotten. This year, it’s been a struggle, but I know it’s going to pay off. Empress of Elite is going to be that giant payoff I’ve been waiting for all year. This isn’t a sign of desperation within me. This is a sign of motivation. I’m more motivated than ever to become Empress of Elite. I want to become Empress of Elite. This tournament can jumpstart or a career or give it the boost that the Vixen really needs. I’m not holding on to this tournament like it is the last thing that I need. My career is not going to die without it, but if there’s anyone who could benefit from being Empress, it could be me. Desperation is for the weak. Desperation is what you’re feeling at the moment. You’re desperate to find a position among the Vixens. You’re desperate to get this victory. I know that you’re going to be trying to do anything to make me stay down. To make me beg for this entire thing to be over. What happens when I don’t do that, Sophia? What happens when things don’t go according to plan for you? Are you going to panic? Are you going to get frustrated? Angry? If you do that, then you’re making things a lot easier. I’m going to this Deathmatch with a full idea of what I need to do in order to win Block D and face Madison Kaline. It should be safe to say that Cailin vs. Cameron is going to be your finals. I’m moving on to Territorial Invasion and I’m getting the fucking crown.

And, you’re not going to stop me.

Hey Madison, where are you? Are you scared? Are you hiding from me? Time to get your big girl panties on and face me. There’s a huge possibility that I’m going to demolish the beast called Sophia Rose and I’m going to be your competition for the semi-finals. The last time we faced in the ring, you got the fluke victory over me. You made it seem like I was an easy beat. This is where a majority of the Vixens Division gets the idea that ANYONE can defeat Cameron Ella Ava! Thanks to you, there are Vixens like Azumi and Haruna who believe that I’m easy to conquer! You defeating me won’t be the story this time. This isn’t your story anymore, Madison. You won’t sneak into the finals this year. This final is actually going to consist of talented women. This final is going to consist of two of the best Vixens in the Division fighting for the crown that we all have been desiring for the past month. All the blood, sweat and tears I have put into the ring is going to pay off. I get it. You’re probably one of those Vixens that think that I should step aside for the new talent. You’re probably one of those Vixens that think that I’ve peaked and my time is up. I’ve heard the same old shit throughout this tournament, so I’m interested to hear from you. You’ll probably say a bunch of old jokes while pretending to be a cute, but demented bitch. Basically, every Madison Kaline promo against me. For once, I wish that you give me something that I can work with. Something that will not be a waste of my time. I want you to prove to not only me, but to everyone that you’re the rightful winner of Block C. There are some people who think that it should have been HBG who won Block C. I mean, she was better than you in every single way. If somehow Sophia Rose faces you, she’s probably better in her three weeks than you are in your entire career. The competition you’re have the chance of facing are more advance than anything that you could have conjured up in your mind. So Madison, please. I’m begging to see what you’re going to say, not only to me, but to Sophia Rose. It doesn’t matter who you face, you won’t make it past them. You’re not going to make it past me. The competition will be too much for you. You won’t be able to handle it. When it involves me, you’re never going to measure up. You’re never going to be as good as me. You’re never going to be the best. I don’t even know how you even advanced over the competition you had. Well, it’s Block C and most of the Vixens in Block C  are jokes, except Consuela because she’s the best. Either talking to you is probably one of the biggest wastes of my time or not, but if we see each other on Turbo, then I wish you luck because losers need it.

SURPRISE - The eagle has landed once again and the time has come to charge straight out the gates. You didn't heed the warnings, for you should have marked these words centuries ago. It is the territorial instinct within that tends to seize when drawn and cornered. The lion's share wages on, and this is where he'll make the final stand. Supremacy has rusted away, and only now the act of survival can protest the day. Enclosed within this very shrine, Lannister embarks on the lust of this mirroring journey. Very few can endure the grind, for it is unconditional and forever unrelenting. Fusing nerves and flesh to the bone, there's no holding back Lannister this time. The mind narrows to a pinpoint state, and the beast of man has zeroed in on his means of survival. Ripe for the taking, you thought you could lay the king of the jungle down so easily? Through hollow eyes, your salivating, hungry mouth - EAW thought they could chain and tame the nature of the beast. Wishing for the bloody wounds not to clot, the carcass slowly to rot. But here Lannister stands, bound to smash down the walls that stand before him. Matt Ryder, Tyler Parker, Lioncross, Ryan Marx, and Chris Elite - the pillars that must fall. And Lannister is breaking through. Your words, your jests, your false sense of securities - are no match for what's breaking through that door. Your delusioned spirit is not enough of a fortress to calm this relentless attack. Matt Ryder, you have awakened the beast after all. A fish caught in sea, swallowing the hook, and choked out by the sinker of your own despair. You didn't expect the floodgates to be coming at you from this direction, now did you? It's hard to breathe when you're drowning from the very siege. The audacity it requires, to attempt to supplant unto Lannister's will. Cherish your existence as true now, Ryder, and hold your breath as long as you can - for Lannister has not once last gasp of mercy left to give out.

Commemorate and defile yourself into fragments in which you hold dear, because when morning's due, your trail is primed to wither away into the code of dust. You think these are false idols, false aspirations of a man that is primed to decay? Perhaps in the betterment of your own cliches, Lannister would fit these molds, but you cannot possibly decree that from in which you stand. Who are you, Matt Ryder, to judge the lion? You've abandoned everything you've once believed in, only to repeat the cycle tenfold when the moment of truth came to prepare time and time again. You've continuously been a man who burns through the weights of courage. To put your virtues to the torch, deadened to the core. But perhaps to a man of your stature, you are sworn to delete the filmed memories and create a new perspective. Lannister sees the logic, after all, perspective is all a matter of subjectivity, but you Matt Ryder? You grasped for the embers of Lannister's torch, and judged him all the same. Lannister drowned in his own gold, while you never made it to the podium.

Departed from your own source, you let the dream fade at the first stir of trouble. You call that a man? You call THAT a leader? Not much of a war when the reflective summary of the man leading you into battle is the shell of a never was. A man whose stature is carved in stone, frozen into the chronicles of time. Do you really think Matt Ryder will defy his true nature -- do you really think anybody can defy their core nature? It is a pity that this "leader" confines himself into the barriers of surrender, but that is exactly what his story represents. They say it fades if you let it, and how the fairytale of Ryder's once promising career has cemented into a rubble of false aspirations and wasted potential. You really thought you could judge Lannister and forsake him in this manner? One small step, one chink in the armor of Lannister's legacy dares not compare to the mountain of inadequacy for you, Matt Ryder. Lannister's state of purgatory is no match for your avalanche of excuses. The ever growing shame, submitting yourself to the sentiment from within that you could reap the rewards by feeling just a sense of self gratitude. You purged your will for the sake of betting on your own potential. But potential is a path to forlorn once the path of destiny becomes hardened by the tiniest of shade. Face it, Ryder - you've been oppressed by the dreams that feed, seeking trust in such a hollow, broken creed. No longer can you color in the shades of black and white, for the grey matter has turned your once promising career into strife.

Who are you? You don't even know. Nobody does, and that's the agony and irony of it all, isn't it? Just grey matter, floating away for the spicks and the specks to collect it all away. While you sit there and contemplate what identity it is you wish to have, Lannister has forged an entire empire beckoning his name. While you sat there, observing the dead air because your name has become so worn out to the masses, Lannister became the namesake of fear and brutality that no opposition dare tempt. Lannister knows your means, as you'll attempt to strike back with a feeble claim that change can occur, and how Lannister might not even be that same man. Perhaps you can say that, but it goes back to what Lannister said before, about defying one's true nature. The world knows the identity of Lannister, and even though the man may change, his stature with it, the nature of the beast never does. And when it comes down to it, Matt Ryder, you and Lannister are on the opposite side of the spectrum. History is an unforgiving source to those that don't abide by the fortune of it, and this is a case that follows your harlem dearly. Lannister does believe in the evolution of life, but you Ryder, you are destined to be the blueprint of your own fractured design.

But what does that say about the men that follow you into this battle, hmm? Is it a desperate cry to latch onto any serving concept of substance of power? Is it a lack of awareness and acknowledgment on the part of those leeching souls? Or is this just the case of you recruiting four other misfits to the idea and temptation of feeling purpose? But you fools, Matt Ryder can't give you a purpose. And your means to a war is not a sustainable process to make yourself feel not so obsolete. Do you even know what you are getting yourselves into? What flags you have chosen to wave? Do you even believe the man you banner for? Or is this just the matter of convenience to trouble your means? Lannister very much thinks of it in the latter way, and that is just a recipe for getting yourself swarmed by the fractured intent. Your ambitions will fall by the wayside, for how petty it was of you all to be persuaded by a man who couldn't lead a marching band. But war? Do you even recognize the responsibility that you must harbor, the sequence of potential ill fortune to come out of such a peril mistake? There is the opportunity to be broadened by this conquest of war games, but how likely is it when only Tyler Parker seems to be battle tested for it? There is a strong sense of vulnerability to be had here, and Lannister can definitely smell blood in the water from here on out. It is the trickle down mechanic effect, for a talented man in a bad circumstance is simply a wasted asset. The peasant mentality to represent a hollow symbol for the sake of puny ambitions can only make the skin crawl. Like a baby caught in the midst of a dreaming slumber, eventually the hazard of the world will have its way. Perhaps at the end of the day, it is the ideological concept of misery loves company - and you all are just a microcosm of Matt Ryder's faults. A sympathizer for the one that is destined to lead you astray.

There's a vision laid out in your own mind on how this ordeal is going to play itself out, but how that is nothing more than a fiddle in your own misconceptive minds. For the world spins on its axis only to come full circle, and this story shall tell no different physical law of life. For this is a team assembled to follow, that is to inevitably par off course. A mentality will spawn, that of every man plays a part, to do your deeds, to pay your dues. But this is just an illusion harbored by the state of war that makes you forget the revelation of it all. This systematic, oppressive revolt where you are wrapped up in the fight rather than your purpose in it. You do not feed because you are hungry, you are feeding because you have been convinced as so. You all are bought to the man that came to you with the only bid, a savagery that can only be explained in due time. Soiling the reputation of your works, a pity, that it will come to this. "But what makes you the one with the crystal ball, Lannister" - surely the question that you all wish to direct Lannister's way. But have you not realized it yet? Have you not seen the truth in your role? No matter what you believe in, your loyalty was always up for grabs. Lannister is by no means loyal to Zack Crash, a message he needed to make abundantly clear a few weeks back, but he is loyal to the process. He is loyal to the means of war.

Lannister is the disciple of war, molded by its shade. It churns the blood within, restoring the balance of all that declares itself immortal. A chapter opening and closing, the end versus the beginning. Consumed by it all, in fact. Lannister has waged war and conquered just about any foe that dare oppose him, and it is the only building block that a man can have at his disposal to forge the world as he sees fit. While you all play your part, dawning the facade that is the masquerade, this is where Lannister can shine his true colors. The brute reality of it all, where power can only be defined as power. And when Lannister looks around, observes the scene laid out before him, he looks across the battlefield and sees a brotherhood of men who serve as victims of their own compromise. Desperation has corroded the mind, and for it you shall have this serve as a time capsule to the scene you linked. Your blood will serve as ink, dawning a caption in a page of Lannister's history books, written in your own contempt. A participant to the history, a soldier who figuratively died for the wrong cause. You see this through the echoes of time, men driven by their faith, only to be the mascot of their leader's poor decision making. And this just so happens to be the fate of those that have imposed themselves under the rule of Ryder. The weighted clouds of doubt will soon forecast these gloomy colors. There are perhaps some words of solace that your mind will come across, but they won't leave you with answers. For war is not a game to men that were bred to be soldiers. All, serving as pawns to the great game, with the element of expecting to come out on the better end. A travesty upon itself, condemned by the authority you keep. But through you, without you, the legacy moves on - and you only play fiddle to its lead. But that's what makes war such a romantic magnet, attracting all to its element. And at Territorial Invasion, it is the Team of Ryder that plays ingredient to the display. For there is no guidance, no tactic to abide. Just unmasked purpose to stray you along, like the sheep that you all have forever been. Argue this as you will, but for no assumption will Lannister waste his reason.

But see as you see fit, and look through depths of it all. Look for solitude in your own perspective. You will find peace in your inner battle of the mind. But these are the words that you won't find - as closure is not to come. War has a way to torture your mind, and you will find your sense to crave a new design. But you will never come to peace with this evolution of the mind, and that is where Lannister serves as the guide. Zack Crash didn't recruit another soldier to pawn off on his foe when he invited Lannister to partake. He invited a man that could lead, a known conqueror. A man rising from his own state of ruins, with burning flames meant to reflect on those from his own desire. War now serves as his revival. The cretins came calling, feeding the void that Lannister left when he became the shadow of his former self. But let Territorial Invasion serve as the coronation of a new kingdom rising, a new beckoning of light that shall serve well beyond the means. The will of Lannister shall transfigure through the veil of mire of all that dare impose as a breach to the systematic order. The monarch is coming to claim the territory that once served as his very own promised land. Not as King, but not as a soldier either. For Lannister is not beheld to the titles of his name. Only one name shall resonate through the courses of time... and only one name will they sing folk tales about in this crusade.

...Lannister.

......LANNISTER.

....ALLES FUR LANNISTER.

War never changes, the old adage goes. A Lannister always pays his debts, another. But at Territorial Invasion, you cannot have one, without the other. For Lannister is the power and embodiment of war. Lannister never changed, and you're going to wish he had. From one conquest to another, this is a debt that Lannister owes upon himself, to see to it that there never comes a day in which the lion succumbs to anything less than his full share. The world is not Lannister's parallel.

For there are no men like me.

There's only ME.

And you shall reap what you sow. Let this moment serve as the scenery and stage when you call out the Lannister name. The coronation of another display...

Some mistakes... you never stop paying for. And long may you rue the day, EAW, when Lannister was the source of your jests.

A price, you are bound to, EAW. And Lannister intends to be paid... in full.

When you look in the mirror, Cameron; what do you actually see? I don’t want you to give me a fabricated lie to make yourself feel better; I want to know the woman that you see when you’re staring at your own reflection. Do you still see the Vixen with the hope of grasping onto anything that her heart desire? Do you still see the Vixen that stood at the top of this business as one of the pillars that held this division say standing? Do you actually see a woman that could run through anything that this company or the world places in her way, or do you see yourself for the things that you’ve become? You’re no longer great, Cameron. I said it a few nights ago; you’re trying your hardest to keep your head above water, but as hard as you try, you’re still sinking. You did the same thing the last time you spoke. You spoke about the things that both Kendra and Heart Break Gal has accomplished over the last few months, and the fact that they’ve managed to rebuild themselves back into the positions that they believe they deserve to stand in. Whether it was Heart Break Gal grasping onto the Vixen’s Championship at Pain for Pride, or Kendra Shamez taking the Specialist Championship from Tarah Nova – every time that they begin to stumble, they’ve always managed to regain their footing. You on the other hand, Cameron – it’s no secret that you’re not having the greatest year of your career. You started on a major high as Interwire Champion; something that no other Vixen can say that they’ve accomplished, but from the moment that you lost the championship to TLA – things immediately began heading downhill. The loss to Sheridan Muller, falling to Aria Jaxon twice, and the loss to Jamie O’Hara at Pain for Pride; no matter how hard you’ve tried, you can’t do the same thing that the Vixens that were once considered your equals have. You’ve stumbled, fallen, and now you’re struggling to get back up. You said it best yourself, Cameron. You’re waiting for that grand achievement that rectifies the last six months of your career. You’re waiting for something to grasp onto something that will make the last six months of struggles and hardships all worth it. You’re hoping and praying that the Empress of Elite crown is it – you’re hoping wholeheartedly that this Empress of Elite tournament is you one true opportunity to call yourself a queen, You’re hoping that this Empress of Elite tournament is your opportunity to prove that you still deserve to stand at the top of this division with the likes of Kendra and HBG, and, just like they are, prove that you haven’t reached your peak, and that we still haven’t seen the best of Cameron Ella Ava.
 
I don’t say that you’re desperate as an insult though, Cameron. So many people take desperation in such a bad light, when in all; it’s really not that bad of a thing. Do you know what happens when you finally become comfortable in the position that you’re in, Cameron? You immediately stop moving forward. Your career hits its peak and you tell the world that you’re as great as you’re ever going to become. I think that’s what happened when you made your way back to this division; not to the level that I just explained, but to an extent. I think that you were overconfident; I think that you were beginning to get comfortable, but luckily for you, you were given the awakening that you needed before you were given the chance to get settled. At the time, the losses to Sheridan and Aria didn’t look great, Cameron, but they were the best thing that has happened to your career. It backed you against a wall. You were forced to fight for the things that you wanted. You were forced to fight for the position that you thought you deserved to stand in. Desperation doesn’t hinder people, Cameron, it makes them better. Desperation allows you to break through your limits! Desperation helps you stand back up when things aren’t going to your way, because that lust to grasp onto the things that you want becomes more than a want, it becomes a need. That’s why you never thought twice about sticking your nose in my match against Haruna. That’s why you ensured that I didn’t walk out at the top of this bracket, and Cameron, that’s why I expect the fight my life on Voltage. I know that we’re both going to put each other through hell. I know that we’re both going to be forced to deal with tortures and pain that we once thought were impossible. The question is Cameron; we know what’s next if you’re able to keep me down and advance, but more importantly, what’s next if you don’t? What happens to Cameron Ella Ava if she falls at the feet of a Vixen that got “lucky” the first time? Are you still going to stand in front of the world and profess about your greatness? Are you still going to claim perfection? Or do you finally admit that you’re not as great as you once were and actually begin moving forward? Truthfully, Cameron, I hope it’s the latter. But, we’re not going to be given an answer until after Voltage, aren’t we?

I’m not going to end this with any fancy one liners; I’m going to wish you luck, Cameron. I truly, truly hope that you bring your best. I hope that you can prove that there’s still some form of greatness left in the Vixen that has been left lying more times than not this year. If I’m given any less, Cameron, we’re not going to get anything worth watching.

(The camera opens up to Cloud walking away from a heavy bag. Sitting down on the nearest bench, she takes a sip from her water bottle.)

It’s ironic if you take a look at it. The only one to not be pinned, submitted, or have given up in my block and somehow miss sunshine and rainbows makes it to the semis. Someone who I pinned, someone who I’ve taken to Cloud City, someone with the same win/loss record as me gets to skip ahead all because Raven Lee 2.0 was too lazy to get back into the ring and take her loss like a warrior! *spits* Fine, you want me to do things the hard way EAW universe? Then so be it. I’ll tear apart my four opponents this weekend like I’ve done to them in the past! Tarah Nova by no means was my victory over you a fluke. By no means Did I cheat - I defeated you without the help of Sanatorium. It was just us girls. No weapons, no sidekicks, just two bitches with a bone to pick with one another (laughs). What I did to you was a masterpiece. I broke you down piece by piece and the EAW universe watched as you crumbled before me. There was nothing they could do, and certainly there was nothing you could do. I did to you what Jamie did to Cam - oh did I touch a nerve there sweets? You’re the luckiest woman in the world right now Ms. Ellla Ava and you don’t even know it. Lucky to not be facing me in the finals. Instead you get to fight either Fan Favorite #1 or Fan Favorite #2. Does this mean that I have faith in you defeating Random Blonde #2 and eventually my fellow Sanatorium sister? Maybe yes, maybe no. Why am I bringing you up? Well, I look over across the marquee and I see a woman like you...but not. Counsel or whatever your name is, I must say your performance in this tournament was more than expected. Then again from what I’ve been told you might be the stronger of the two but who knows. What I do know and understand is that Killer Cam will have no choice but to watch the ‘real me’ dominate the ‘other her. Not saying that it’ll be a simple process Ms. Rose Ava, but it’s one that is going to happen regardless.

(takes a sip)

It’s been a year since I’ve arrived in EAW. Remember the first time I walked through these doors ‘Ria? Remember the game we played where we acted like we barely knew each other? If it wasn’t for Cailin pulling up that tag match we had back in Tallahassee, we would have been able to play our game a little longer. Then again, we still got the job done and won that Territorial Invasion vixens  match. I was the game changer in that match, just like I was the game changer in our 8-woman match a few months after, just like I was a game changer in our 6-man match against the people I now call my family. Do you see where I’m getting at ‘Ria? We’re face to face in my element...again. No matter how meaningless a match could seem war is war. Do not mistake my silence for a lack of interest. I will fight this battle with as much tenacity as I’ve done during the entire tournament. I will take this as seriously as I did the night I won the Specialist tournament. It could have been us fighting in the semis. The funny thing is in all the years we’ve known each other, we never had one fought each other in a singles match - Not once, not ever. The semis could have been our first time, but that hungry beast of an ex said otherwise. You thought you slayed her ‘Ria, but it takes more than a victory to put Cai down.

(looks off in the distance for a moment and turns back to the camera)

You’re still playing the role of their little firecracker, happy with that stupid looking trophy. You was once an empress and a champion, but like Tarah you claim a legacy long gone. At least Cai is putting her words where her mouth is, but then again we haven’t crossed paths in this tournament, so she’s another lucky one. Another lucky person- rather people are my partners. They are lucky to be teaming with this tryhard-rollup-backstabber rather than facing me. Sheridan should be lucky my Honda talents doesn’t outclass her Volkswagen capabilities...again. HBG should be fortunate we’re not fighting for her gold and god so help me Haruna Sakazaki should be lucky we’re on even terms with each other.

(stands up)

As for you four? You’re not so lucky. I have a bone to pick with that coward Autumn Raven and Ms. Judas. I’m not finished with destroying Tarah Nova and as for Consuela...you’re just collateral damage sweetheart. We could have done this the easy way. I could have not been screwed by my own stablemate and coward of an opponent and gone on to sit on my rightful throne. But no...EAW likes the hard way. Fine, so be it. What I’ve done since PFP is nothing compared to the hell I’m about to unleash. The war will continue and I’ll remain its queen. In the words of a former best friend…

All. Hail.