“The past two weeks have been rather eventful on Empire, first I win my first Empire main event and go on to get an exclusive interview after putting myself on the map. Only to be attacked once again by the woman I beat in that same match. Luckily enough she was going up in a match the same night, so I thought why not use it as the perfect opportunity to even the little score between us? But honestly, looking back on it, I can see why Elena Miles decided unceremoniously to attack me during my interview on Empire, I don't necessarily agree with it, but I understand it nonetheless. It mostly has to do with envy, she knew that her usual spiteful attacks that would in most teenage lives would stop becoming irrelevant around the time college came around and it was time to adult. It was all for the sake of proving that she is someway somehow better than me was the only way she could successfully get her pride back if there was any to begin with beyond some masquerade. The fact of the matter is she wasn't ready. Now her argument could be many things, such as Veena Adams being in that same match held her down, yet if that's the case, why did she two team up on me so many times with Veena Adams yet they both still lost? She could argue that I shouldn't be here because of my small beginnings, yet that being said, greatness can come from the smallest beginnings. It's how Elena Miles doesn't seem to realize that despite her constantly trying to get in my head, she can't seem to do anything of the sorts. She ran out of battle plans so she results to attacking me from behind, which I will admit is pretty clever, but I proved that I can do just the same. All I hear from her are lazy excuses on and on like it's highschool all over again."

“Yet oddly enough Elena isn't who I’m facing on Empire this week, instead I’m up against Amelie Lerreiux, a woman who has had what I’ll admit is quite the career before coming to EAW. First she played soccer, but then her temper got her booted so she ended up someway and somehow becoming a pro wrestler. Let's hope that ego of hers doesn't make her end up like her countryman and make a fake belt after I give her a few lessons on what it means to be a top prospect for the women's division.”

“I’m willing to admit that Amelie has quite the sports background and can be quite the athlete, there is an old saying that anger can drive someone blind and reckless. That is why I always prefer to keep a level head when prepared for competition. After all, she's gonna need much more than good looks and a temper to do as much of a number on me as Elena Miles would like her to do to me. After all if you're worried about decking Megan like always, just wait till you get a load of what I can do. In fact you might say it's no coincidence that I allowed Megan to have a front row seat to see that the only reason Amelie is decking her is because she knows she can't handle Megan. In fact Amelie, I should warn you about Elena, because she really is the incarnation of what's wrong with women's wrestling today. Women who think they can talk a lot of sass and get themselves to the top. And it's a shame too, because while you're standing there ringside, I’m gonna have to show you why Elena Miles has every single right to be scared of me. And if it involves wearing and tearing your body like a little practice doll to show why Elena Miles really has backed herself into a corner when it comes to picking a bone with me! As for you Amelie, well, I hate to break it to you, but as much as you want to think of Elena as your ally, if I know the kind of woman she is, she’ll turn your back on you the moment she realizes that she has no use for her, or even when you eventually become more successful than her, believe me, if I’ve learned anything from Elena, it's that she doesn't like it when her allies over shadow her. So Amelie, my advice, drop her before she drops you, because unfortunately, it really is a dog eat dog world out there. Yet even then before your egos collide, you may have your alliance for now, but once you both finally realize you're only using one another for relevance, then the fun and games becomes done and over with, but in order to realize it? You’re both gonna have to take the Fastlane to pain! Because on Empire, I ain't just Laurafying Amelie, I’m gonna nab me a grip of Elena and Laurafie her once again to show her, that when it comes to the road to fame, you're both taking the wrong lane!”

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SHOWDOWN I

"Terry Chambers Against The World"

---The scene opens outside the DCU Center in Worcester, Massachusetts and Terry Chambers limousine is seen pulling up in the parking lot and Terry Chambers steps out of the limousine wearing a black hoodie and jeans and grabs his bag and begins rolling it into the arena and gets stopped by a EAW cameraman then Terry Chambers begins to speak---

Terry Chambers: Man I was hoping to avoid this shit again. A cameraman who has nothing better to do with his life than just try to get in Elitists face for a quick second to get a few words so you can get your below average paycheck, I was hoping to avoid this again but now that you are here I might as well get a few things off my chest. So what's new in the world? Donald Trump is our President, the Super Bowl is in a couple of days.....but what's new with me? Well pretty much nothing and you know why? Because for the past 2 months or so I have been just sitting and waiting for Murrow to give me the damn recognition I so rightfully deserve and place me higher on the card and treat me like the main eventer he knows that I am and been waiting for him to give me somebody that is worth my damn time in that squared circle but guess what...nothing has changed! A few weeks ago I did exactly what I said I was going to do and I ran right through the fading Lioncross and added another "big name" to my impressive win resume the past 3 months and a few weeks ago I made my intentions known and made a clear threat to the locker room. But as usual Murrow has something against me because he just keeps on wasting me week in and week out. It's like when somebody hands in a job resume and they are qualified for the job yet the manager never even gives them a call back and they just sit there wondering..."Who in the hell is for qualified than me?" and that is the same case for me except my resume is a pile of wins over the past few months and just waiting for Murrow to call me and let me know I will be main eventing Showdown next week but....no.

---Terry Chambers walks into the arena, puts his hood down, and begins walking through the hallways and begin speaking again---

Terry Chambers: As I was saying, Murrow just refuses to put me any higher on that damn card and it's pretty much confirmed right now that he is trying to play some type of game. The game is either he is trying to make me slip up against one of these scrubs or he is trying to just make me quit because of boredom but as I have stated before, when I wreck through every single one of the elitists on the Showdown roster, he will be forced to make me the face of this brand, and there is when I will win the game. And the next person he is throwing in my path is this guy Lars Grier. Boy oh boy, where do I begin. You know, everybody in the world and every single one of my god damn opponents in the past liked to call me out for using steroids and being green in the ring but that is exactly what Lars Grier is when you take one look at him. You can tell he's greener than baby shit just by his in ring work alone. What amazes me is this guy hasn't even been here that long and he is the number one contender for the New Breed Championship....I mean how in the fuck is this no talented loser a number 1 contender for a championship before I ever was? And Lars most likely will respond by saying "because I'm more talented than you" and quite frankly that is not the case at all, it is because of a subject I touch up on quite a bit...Murrow refuses to put me in any sort of championship spotlight. And to be honest I think what I need to do to open his damn eyes to see I'm his most gifted wrestler on the Showdown roster is not only beat you, but DESTROY you in convincing fashion to prove I deserve a title shot of some sort and to make you look like a fraud that I know you are! I am so sick of people holding me back and one of the reasons I am being held back is because of people like YOU Lars who just walk in and get everything handed to them because they have "the look" and that shit pisses me off and it makes me actually want this match with you so I can tear you limb from limb and expose your ass. I was there where you are, when I first arrived in EAW, I impressed people and elevated to the top quickly but I actually held my place at the top rather than just folding under the pressure and slipping right off like people like you do but then a dispute with management got EAW pissed off at me so I left and ever since I came back I have done nothing but impress and improve every day but they refuse to put me in the spotlight because they got a personal vendetta against me or because I refused to play by their rules. Lars, there is no other way to put this, I am on the road to becoming the greatest wrestler not only in EAW but on this goddamn planet and you my friend, are just nothing more than a roadblock that I will just run over with ease. Oh you don;t believe me? Just ask Chris Elite, JJ Silva, Lioncross, and many others of my opponents Murrow just threw at me the past 2 or 3 months or so. See you in my kingdom known as the squared circle, rookie.

Good luck on your quest for survival.

---Terry Chambers shoves the camera out of his face and walks into his locker room and the scene fades to black as the camera focuses on the sign on Terry Chambers locker room door that reads "GOD'S GIFT TO WRESTLING TERRY CHAMBERS"---

I’m sorry, but did I ask about your life story? Did I say I was interested in “Xavier Williams: It’s a Hard Knock Life.” For a guy that likes to tell people to listen, you can’t seem to grasp the basic principles of listening yourself. Do you think I give a damn about the process or your journey? If you think telling me all about your hardship will change any ounce of respect I had for you, think again, bud, because all I learned is from a guy that had nothing and ended up with everything, any shred of modesty you should have that was bestowed upon you is gone. And apparently, you don’t like to share the spotlight that you were so desperate to have someday, you feel you need to ruin it for everyone around you. A horrible lesson to teach your daughter and you expect her to learn from your example of dealing with hardship and struggle?
 
Well fine, you got my attention, not out or respect, but out of shear disgust, because quite frankly, if something bothers me, I like to deal with it myself. And  here I am arguing with the living Redneck Cinderella story, where “Boohoohoo, I’m had nothing and became something.” But you want to know something? Cinderella was a real bitch. She didn’t confront her problems, she ran away from them. It just all magically worked out because it was a fairy tale, you know, the little stories you tell your kids to hide how awful the real world is. You keep telling her Methsuelah was nothing more than a troll and that Daddy will make the monsters go away, but the sad irony of it all is, Daddy here is the one responsible for all the little monsters that are appearing before her eyes. You are so desperate to be hero, you are, as I said, sticking your nose where it isn’t wanted. You are purposely pissing people off in hopes that they retaliate and maybe, just maybe, you can get what you want. But you fail to see the bigger problem, Xavier. I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself until you get it through that thick skull of yours. Sometimes, you get more than you bargain for, and for that, there is a price to be paid. Don’t go writing checks your body can’t cash. Don’t be irresponsible and clean the mess you started, and once again, I’ve warned you. I’ve seen Jamie O’Hara, and he’s gonna get you. You can call my bluff, but it’s dangerous to turn your back on an animal. It’s even more dangerous to turn your back on me.
 
And ugh, again with the spirit of competition bullcrap. I don’t think you understand how that concept works. For it to be “legit,” both opponents should have the same level of respect for one another to the point they would give it their all. I DO NOT RESPECT YOU. I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY DO NOT RESPECT YOU AND TO EVEN INDULGE YOU IN THE IDEA INSULTS EVERY FABRIC OF MY BEING. Because you are not a real competitor, you are not a real man, and worse of all, you’re a horrible parent. But who am I to judge? Oh, I don’t know, the fact if I really wanted to fight with someone, I walk up to their face and ask for a fight instead of jumping them. Oh how about when I say I’m going to do something, I commit myself to doing it before I move on to the next thing. Or maybe because for the past couple of weeks, I didn’t have to report my child being kidnapped and risk losing them due to bad supervision. And all you have to back yourself up is accomplishments that I wasn’t even around for to witness, and for the stuff I did witness, sloppy and incomplete. You set your standards too low, Xavier, and this is why I have no respect for you as a competitor. You think I’m going to take this match seriously? But nah, I already know what will happen. It’s going to be a no contest. I’ve played it all out in my head. We could start the match on even grounds. It could start with you attacking me from behind. Hell, it might even start with me attacking you from behind. But it all ends the same where someone gets involved, I.E. Jamie O’Hara because you were dumb enough no finish the job. You think a Powerbomb is going to be enough to keep a man down for a week? HA!! I’m beginning to think you don’t understand how the spirit works. I mean, reverse the position, what if Jamie O’Hara screwed you over? Do you really believe you would stay down and die? Let me tell you from my experience. The spirit of competition might be strong, but hate is a stronger form of motivation. If there is anything I understand, it’s the pure and raw energy of hatred and what it’s capable of, and the men you screwed over is filled with nothing but. And as I said before, I hate you, but not to the point where I care. You best channel that spirit to focus on one thing this Friday, and its survival. If not just to survive me, but whatever you have coming for you.  Don’t celebrate so early when the war has just begun. As I said, I’m going out there on Friday Night just to do my job and once that is done, I’m going after what I really want, and if that forms some chain reaction where you feel compelled to want more of me, I’d be more than happy to oblige, but there is a line, get in the back, and wait your god damn turn. I’m not the old EAW where you think you can walk in and throw a punch at the bigger guy you see to assert your dominance. I don’t take shit like that. You come in and swing at me, I’m dropping you at the bottom of the food chain and letting the dogs have at you. To be fair, not really much different from what will happen this Friday, when I sit back and watch the slaughter between the wolves, and this so called “lamb.” Well, just another wolf in sheep’s clothes. Because it will be me, it was me the whole time, Xavier Williams! I’VE ORCHESTRATED THE ATTACK!!  Well, at least, not yet.
 
(Moongoose McQueen takes out blue prints and places them in an envelope with Jamie O’Hara’s name written on it. He hands it to Shimmer who runs off with it)
 
After all, people seem to forget, I’m a mercenary. I know how to get things and while I wasn’t personally hired to take care of you, because let’s face facts, some people love to get their hands dirty themselves. There is a price on your head, and you can’t seem to get that hint. If I were you, I’d pay extra to have security cover all the area in the arena, but I doubt you’ll get all of them. Ironic, right, to know that I’ve potentially sold you out to give someone information, and thus an advantage over you. You must be wondering, what price did someone pay me to have that? Well, it was free of charge, because I don’t like you, and at the same time, I love the opportunity to see someone move up in the world. I’m a pretty generous person when you get to know me, unlike you, who can even let others find their own success. There is something gratifying of seeing someone of your arrogance pay for their mistakes and I look forward to it. Maybe it’s all empty threats to spook you. Maybe the only thing I put in that envelope was leaked nudes of Cameron Ava? It’s really her twin, but he doesn’t need to know that.  But can you afford to take that risk?
 

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

All right, calm down sassy pants.
 
I love listening to people talk about situations that they clearly have no understanding of. You’re right; I had the entire world in the palm of my hand. I shot from the bottom of this company to the top faster than almost any other name in this business. I walked through the doors of this company as a man that absolutely fucking nobody expected to succeed and I walked out and proved every single name that said I couldn’t do it wrong. In the span of eight months, I stood at the top of Voltage overshadowing its champion as the grandest jewel it had to offer. I held a briefcase in hand that guaranteed a World Championship whenever I wanted it. I cashed in and gave this company the greatest EAW Champion that it had ever had. But, I got caught in all of the lights. It was no longer a dream to stand in the position that I did, but a necessity. I couldn’t live with myself if it wasn’t in the position that I believed that I deserved more than any other name in the entirety of this business. It knocked me down a few notches. I tried to focus on things that never should have held my attention. I found myself with people that were miles under the standard that I had kept for this company; people that never should have been afforded the chance to stand in the spotlight that I had created for myself. I set myself up for failure and watched as the world that once sat in the palm of my hand slipped through the gaps between my fingers. I was no longer the crown jewel of the company. I was no longer the greatest thing that has come out of the generation that I had lead. I was a man that stood in front of the world and preached that I was unquestionably the best wrestler in the world, but was a man that didn’t hold the merit that came with it. I threw every single piece that I built away. Do you know whose hand that was because of, Moongoose? You speak as if I’m a man that stuck his nose in a position that it never belonged. You’re talking like I’m the bad man in this situation when you’re missing a few pieces of the puzzle that you’re attempting to place together. I put what the man took away from me and let it all go as if it was nothing more than water under the bridge.
 
Jamie and I built a foundation known as The Mighty Don’t Kneel. It was meant to become something that no matter the situation that the two of us found ourselves in, we would have something that we could always fall back on. It was meant to be something that would have our backs no matter what form of bullshit that we had thrown in our direction. But the man fell for greed that consumed him. The lust to become everything that he thought he should have been caused him to burn it all to the ground. In an instant, in front of the world the man knocked me down. He made me kneel in front of him and proceeded to blow out my knee. I was forced to sit at home for four months and watch as he did everything that he could to inch himself forward at my expense. I watched as he took the same roads as I did. I watched that he fell into the same pit of desperation that I once called home. It’s obvious that the two of us hold different morals when it comes to finishing our business. You talk about making sure the job is finished, but I prefer the hunt. I prefer to watch the animal suffer. I prefer to watch the animal bleed as begs for you to place it out of its misery. I could have ended Jamie O’Hara career at King of Elite in front of the world. I could have continued to spike the man on the top of his head until his neck was shattered into a million little pieces, but there’s no fun in that, is there, Moongoose? What does he learn then? He learns nothing. I led the man on a journey with only one ending and as smart as he believes he is, never saw it coming. I told him, which I’m sure that you saw, that there’s going to be long time before I finally place that stake through the man’s black heart. I want the man to watch the walls that he had built around himself begin to crumble. I want him to watch as every accomplishment that he has managed to garner throughout his time in this company becomes meaningless and watch as everything that he could have achieved becomes unreachable. Once that happens, Moongoose, that’s when I’ll put the man out of his misery. I’m not content until the man KNOWS that he has nothing left. That’s when he’ll beg for what I could have done at King of Elite.
 
But, Moongoose, if we remained focused on our own problems, where’s the fun in the situation that we’re in now? Where’s the spirit of competition!
 
You’re different. I usually watch as people chomp at the chance to stand in the position that you’re in now. You win on Dynasty and a world of possibilities open up. I know you know that. That’s obvious. But that mindset of making something else your priority over this – that’s the mistake you make. That’s what’s always going to keep you a step behind everyone else. When it comes to our match on Dynasty – Jamie O’Hara doesn’t matter. Methuselah doesn’t matter. Whether you want it or not; whether you believe you should have it or not, you have my full attention. Just like Adrian Christ did in the midst of the war with Methuselah. I’m rolling out of King of Elite with a boatload of momentum and Dynasty can cut that all down to zero. You can cut that down to zero. I have no fear in Jamie getting involved. I know for a fact that Methuselah isn’t going to show his face in my business. That just leaves you. That leaves the man that too focused on trying to find a way to get back at the man that beat you to keep his championship. In all, you’re nothing more than a deer caught in the headlights – or, like I’ve said, a lamb leading itself to its own slaughter.
 
Like it or not, we both know that I’m right.
 
But continue to follow your pride. Continue building yourself up on the folly of man. But, Moongoose, if you do… how would you explain this.

You will have “done goofed”.

Oh, believe me, I know what predicament I am in.  I have 99 problems, and trust me when I say, a bitch name Xavier Williams isn’t one of them. Who are you to come out here and judge me for who I am, when you can quite honestly guilty of it yourself? I mean, you had a solid career, you had the money and a wonderful family. Sure, you saw the way the world operates and while it disgusts you, you chose to not walk away. You had it all, Xavier Williams. You had everything lined up to live a comfy life, which is rare when you go into this business. You had the reputation to get out respectably, yet of all the things you’ve done, sticking your nose in the business of others. Putting your daughter that you cherish so much in jeopardy to be used against you. Whose to say I’m asking to be thrown in with these so called “wolves” when clearly, you are a man begging for the end? So Xavier, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here? Why are you back? You had it all, and chose to throw it all away? Was it not enough? Do you truly believe you are invincible and that nothing can stop you? I don’t think it’s quite clear why you returned to EAW.
 
But no, I don’t need any of this, Williams. Not once in my career has another man dictate what I need to do, and it most certainly doesn’t begin with you. If you are going to speak for someone, speak for yourself. I said my piece. I’m even courteous to let you know what I’m going to do, and yet you reject it. Clearly, you do not know when you have a good thing, yet its that little teenage angst of a boy inside that pea –sized brain of yours that tells you to rage rage against the machine. Truly, do I envy your ignorance. It must be nice to live in a world where you believe everything will be magically ok, and you are thinking, I survived Methesulah, and I handled O’Hara without much consequences, then lightning with strike trice with this guy. But you failed to understand what I meant when I said I’d pull that trigger pointed at your head. When I said that, it was about how I did thing. Meaning if I have a job, I make damn sure to finish it before moving on the next thing. And trust me when I say, you ain’t done with your job yet. As far as I know, Methesulah is still preaching, and O’Hara is still on the loose. I gotta say, with all the praise you are getting, I have to deduct points for shoddy work. A for effort, F for execution. So when I say, “I have no interest in fighting Xavier Williams,” I mean, “I have no interest in facing a man with baggage.” After all, what good is it to fight in a handicap match when you have to worry about these two men along with myself? It doesn’t motivate me. I’ll fight when this fight becomes about me. But the odds that someone will interfere with this match is too damn high. After all, the only real factor I’m adding here is, If I was in that KOE match, and you screwed me out of that match, well, son, you done goofed. And believe me, if I’m underestimating people here, I’d assume Jamie O’Hara would lay down and die at that moment, but I believe you might be underestimating that man. As much as it pains me to speak positively about that man, Jamie O’Hara will be the man to finish you off. If he fails, well, I’m not exactly that hard to find, but do yourself a huge favor first. Finish the job you started, make sure it stays down, before it comes back to haunt you. It doesn’t matter if you go in with everything you got if you can’t finish. “Do your best” is what you tell people you doubt can actually do it, so I suppose with our match, the most I can expect from you, Xavier Williams is “your best.” 
 
So at the end of it all, no, I’m not impressed with what you’ve done. You had a typical text book career of what people with low standards considers a “success.” Now don’t come on here calling yourself a mountain I have to climb over just because you are built like one. Anyone can be a world champion by a fluke. Anyone can win if their opponent is bad enough. But Xavier, you don’t intimidate me, because I know exactly why you are back in EAW despite having what could be a great retirement. It’s because you have unfinished business. It haunts you to know that you aren’t done yet, and quite honestly, you think you should be proud of what you have done since your return. But as I said. Methsuelah is still preaching. Jamie O’Hara is still breathing. You are just continuing a vicious cycle that is your inability to finish the god damn job and that, THAT, XAVIER WILLIAMS is why you do not scare me, and I do not respect you. I might have lost to Drake Jaeger, but I intend to finish what I started with him. And believe me, YOU ARE NOT A PRIORITY.  YOU ARE NEVER A PRIORITY! AND IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOURSELF ONE, GO AHEAD, DO WHAT YOU DO BEST AND ATTACK ME FROM BEHIND, AND I WILL PERSONALLY TEACH YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO GET THE JOB DONE.
 
So trust me when I say this, Xavier, Moongoose McQueen vs Xavier Williams, NOBODY NEEDS THIS. Maybe not now. Maybe down the line, when I can afford to give a damn, but you have such a long way to go before that happens. Don’t call me the fool when you are the one letting your enemies walk around with a target on your back. You’re the fool, and you should be grateful  I have no interest in putting you down. However, maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll put you out for good, and if O’Hara and Meth has something to say about it, Once again, I’ll do what you can’t do deal with them permanently.  Because you see, I am a man who knows how to get things done, and that is all you need to know about me. You cross me, I’ll make sure to take a good number of years off ya, and if you think I can’t be any worse. If your daughter gets anywhere near me, you’ll lose an additional 4 years of your life if you catch my drift. Do you really want me to help you define what a “dangerous man” really is? Don’t play the “Do yourself a favor” game? I’M NOT IN THE FUCKIN MOOD FOR GAMES, AND I HIGHLY SUGGEST WE KEEP THIS MATCH UP AS CASUAL AS WE CAN. YOU FOCUS ON YOUR THING, AND I’LL DEAL WITH MY THING. You think so damn highly of your damn little finger, I’ll be more than happy to snap it off as a warning.  And fortunately for you, this is me being nice. You want to see a dangerous man, that’s a box you don’t want to open, because you ain’t gonna be able to close it. I’m nothing like Methuselah and Jamie O’Hara. I will methodically destroy you until you are nothing left. This is my craft, and for you to think you are a master of it is a joke. Because you see the only real skill you have is you know how to agitate someone, but agitating isn’t the same as torturing and breaking someone down, if anything, all it will do is come back and bite you in the ass. And I will say this once. DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR, AND DROP THAT ARROGANT ATTITUDE UNTIL YOU CAN BACK IT UP, AND AS LONG AS I SEE THE 2 MEN YOU CLAIM TO DESTROYED STILL RUNNING AROUND, YOU AIN’T DONE SHIT IN MY BOOK!!
 

CHEERS!!

Sitting back watching yet another PPV from home. Again instead of being in the ring where I belong working my ass off. I was at home watching all of these Elitist go to war in the ring while I was going to war with a punching bag or Big Mike over the remote control. Do you think I enjoyed that? Do you think that’s what I wanted? Well if you do then you are a complete and utter idiot. I WANTED TO GO TO WAR IN THAT RING JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! I wanted to fight for my respect. I wanted to fight for the crown but instead I was fighting over what show was and wasn’t going to be on my TV. 2017 has not started off the way I wanted it too. To be honest it feels like 2016 just dragged and this is not what I wanted. For anyone that listened to me speak before the year ended they know how bad I wanted it to end and start 2017 off right. Of course I couldn’t though I started off 2017 the same way I ended 2016 doing absolutely nothing just watching others compete where I should be competing. That’s why I came to this conclusion that January was just a free trial and February is where 2017 starts for me and what a better way to start then going against our National Elite champion.

This religious freak trying to force feed whatever beliefs and thoughts he has and shove it right down our throats and that’s why for these… For myself I mean I’m going to shove my boot right down your throat. Sounds a bit lame doesn’t it? Well it can sound lame all it wants, however it will happen. Well at least it’ll feel like it is because with the force I’m going to put behind this kick on Saturday will be meant just for that. See Nico I don’t know too much about you other then what I just brought up and I don’t think you don’t know anything about me other than the stuff you hear from these idiots. Stuff that I’m sure you’ll bring up this week that’s why I expect though. No one ever brings up the type of competitor I am. They never want to talk about what I’m capable of doing in that ring and how good I do it. No they rather show no signs of respect at all just adding more fuel to this already lit flame. Just furthering my anger to heights that it shouldn’t be at. See I give respect when it’s due. I’m not going to walk into this match like its some cake walk because I know it isn’t and I won’t lie like it is. I won’t tell myself you can’t hang in this ring with me because I know you can. It’s a shame though because I’ll doubt you do the same. Though I said I don’t know much about you I’m just going to go out on a limb and say you are just like the rest of my opponents. Showing no respect to me whatsoever and if you’re not trying to force your religion and beliefs down my throat it’ll be the fact that I’ve accomplished so little in such a long period of time. That’s fine though I’m used to that already, no one can seem to switch it up and bring something new into the discussion without repeating themselves or just making something up about me that I didn’t even know about me. See I already know what this match is meant to due. It’s meant to make the champion look good.

Welp.

Sorry to burst that bubble but my times of making people look good are behind me. The only person I’m trying to make look good is myself. This is expected to be a great match, however Nico the champion comes out with the victory just proving why he is champion in the first place. HOWEVER… What you expect and what’s really going to happen are two different things. Allow me to give a few examples, people expected Jamie to win and be crowned “King of Bullets’ this past weekend… Did that happen though? I know this has nothing to do with EAW but here is another example... People expected Warriors to win it’s second NBA Championship and win the series 3-1 however they blew that lead and The Cavaliers won their first chip. So like I said what is expected and what is really going to happen are two totally different things. You can expect all you want. However just like Jamie and Tiberius Jones or LeBron James and Kyrie Irving I am going to make sure that expectation flies right out the window. Making myself look good and hell even giving me a spot in the line for that National Elite championship. A matter of fact why isn’t this for the title in the first place? Well regardless I’m going out there and I’m going to make it look like a championship is on the line and I’m going to secure the victory like it too. Now this isn’t what I expect to happen this is what I KNOW will happen. Like I said on Showdown I’m going to make sure I shine bright no one and I mean absolutely no one will stop me not even descendent from God or whatever he likes to call himself.

If you want to throw yourself to the pack of wolves, Moongoose, what kind of person would I be to stop you? Things seem amazing when you believe that you have everything planned out in front of you. You look at the opportunities that you've been presented you and believe, while you may have stumbled the first time, things are still looking up. While losing to a champion is never easy, you picked yourself back up and dusted yourself off with the intention continuing to move forward. That's something that I can find an ounce of respect in, Moongoose, but then things quickly began to turn sour. I don't think you understand the predicament that you're in. Do you really think that Jamie O’Hara is going to be in the condition to waltz out and dare to stand in my way after everything he went through at King of Elite? Do you really believe that Methuselah is going to dare to stick his nose where it doesn't belong after he was slaughtered at my hand? Where does that leave you, Moongoose? That leaves you stranded in the middle of nowhere with fucking nowhere to go. That leaves you standing in front of the most dangerous man in the company without anyone coming to save you. To some they're empty threats, but I warned you last night and you refused to heed it. You puffed your chest out, held your head high and said that you're going nowhere. You made threats that if you were in Methuselah’s shoes that you never would have played those games and instead you would have just cut my head off my shoulders. In your mind, you never would have allowed it to stem as far as King of Elite. You're foolishness is going to get you hurt, Moongoose. I get it - I get it completely; when you're presented to knock off a man that's accomplished more in the span of three years than you're going to in ten, you don't fray from the fight, you run in and give it every single piece that you can. But I said it last night, learn about the battles that you should fight and what battles you should avoid. I gave you one chance to save yourself from the greater beating than anyone else could give you and you refused. I hold no sympathy for the mistakes that you're making. I'll hold no remorse for the blood on my hands when Dynasty comes to a close. You're going to be the one to bare that weight on your shoulders when you're struggling to stand and that realisation of what you've thrown away begins to sink in.

People pride themselves on being strong, but that strength is always their greatest weakness. Their pride forces them to make stupid decisions that always gets them into trouble. I was victim of it. Methuselah was a victim of it. Jamie O’Hara was a victim of it, and now you're travelling down that same road, Moongoose. You talk about being a dangerous man, but I don't think you understand the meaning, especially considering that you're still nothing more than a lamb leading itself to its own slaughter. Don't make an enemy out of Moongoose McQueen! That was your warning - coming from a man that's so positive that he's walking into something without danger because someone else will run to the rescue. But perhaps you're right. Perhaps I have bitten off a little more than a can handle; I mean, it's no secret that I needed Albert Hitchman to get the only pitfall victory I can hold over the head of Jamie O’Hara. Who's to say that I'm not wrong and the man fights through everything standing in his way; every ounce of pain shooting through every fibre of his body and places me back on the sidelines never to return again. But, Moongoose, what does that do for you? I mean, you're coming off that harsh loss to Drake Jaegar. In the position that you're in now, you need this. You need to walk out and prove that the name Moongoose McQueen holds some sort of worth in this business; that the name Moongoose McQueen holds more merit than being nothing more than a small fish struggling to swim in a small pond. If Jamie, or even Methuselah comes out and ruins the party - you lose everything. Credibility gone. Momentum gone. Any form of respect is gone. You're in a must win situation and you're forced to climb a mountain that's just too damn high! Fight with all of the pride in the world! Fight with everything that you can physically muster! Prove me wrong and walk out into something more than a slaughter! Prove that there was more to Moongoose McQueen than a man that refused to walk away because of fools pride! You need everything you hold, not to win on Dynasty, but to survive my onslaught. You need everything you hold, not to find yourself standing with your head held high, but to walk back out of the arena under the strength still left in your legs. You give me anything less and I'm going to walk out and feel every piece of you break. I'll break you both physically and mentally. But, the saddest part is, even at your best, Moongoose, you still hold less in your entire body than I do in my little finger. I told you to do yourself a favour, but all you've done is do one for me.

Cheers.

The war wages on, the one that I've been reveling in, the one I’ve been thriving at from day one that I stepped foot through those ropes here in EAW. The one that I know I can win every time no matter who it is, or what the circumstances are that oppose me. I’m winning in fact by a significant margin. Can YOU stop my amazing run there, Champ? We’ll find out this week, won't we?. Oh, Lannister. How I wish I could understand what it truly felt like to be in your position for just a moment. I say this of course knowing full well that, for so long Lannister, you have used so many others as stepping stones to get to where you are. Now, there are no more to step on, because you are now where I guess eventually you were going to get to anyways. Now, you yourself have become a stepping stone for anybody and everybody that should oppose you. How about that. There's your reward for putting it all on the line and succeeding. Now, everyone wants to jump on you, and stomp you like a puny little bug into nothingness should the opportunity present itself, and move on to greater things. It's not that easy though, oh no. A Lannister is always steps ahead, isn't he? Always is a Lannister quick to make what seems like a swift decision only for it to be apart of a bigger much grander scheme all along. However, even then a Lannister can still falter as has been proven, now can't he? A Lannister can still be dethroned from his perch that sits just beyond the clouds that bares arrogance, cockiness, egoism, and that same haughty and self righteousness that can be found within almost any Elitist, especially one of your stature. Though, again I say, the war wages on. The one that neither you nor anyone that opposes me can win. You see, Lannister, as the hardest worker not only on this Brand, but in all of EAW, I will bring the fight straight to you, and worry very little of the repercussions. I’ll prove why also I’m one of the most fierce and tenacious young competitors you will be pitted against. Make no mistake about it, Lannister. I understand you are the next toughest obstacle in my way, but you are not unlike any that I've encountered before. Though before you can predictably accuse me of contradictions with those statements and realization, be aware that I'm speaking from a position from far below that you are used to, and in such a logic that you seem to understand. For over two months now all I've seen are the toughest challenges, and for good reason. When I was placed in the New Breed scramble series? I more than proved my worth in that cellar dwelling division. I proved I was made-up for bigger and better things. That's why I'm seeing challenges and opportunities like yourself that most aren't, and it's also why I walked away largely unaffected by that tainted loss I suffered last year at Road To Redemption that cost me the New Breed championship. Losses like that tell me in fact that better things ARE ahead. That had to be no different from when you made your way back finally and challenged first Jaywalker at Pain For Pride, and then later Ares at Dia Del Diablo. You left those battles and defeat came at the narrowest of margins. But you came back, didn’t you? Of course you did. You knew that being left a bloody mess by the hands of Kevin Devastation, and watching as Ares’ uncle Vic took the EAW title, that you had long planned to take as your own. You knew you could bounce back and that the only place to go was up. Now, am I right, or what? I mean, that's how I feel at this point and time. There isn’t a soul breathing at the moment, yourself included, that can hold me down. Believe that. So while you may put more of a physical beating on me similar to what Devan and Tiberius did, that I'm more than equipped to handle? You can bet that Answers World Championship you hold currently that I'll survive by withstanding your onslaught too. So as I've said, the war wages on.

You call Showdown your Kingdom, huh? Well, I got my own shindig being built just outside the walls of your so-called Kingdom, Lannister. However, I am not making any type of heady play for YOUR crown, nor am I envying YOUR position at the top. No, see what I'm doing is I'm putting together something that's being worked on in constant non stop. My shindig, believe it or not, can't be bothered, or touched, reconfigured, reconstructed and definitely can't be destroyed. My shindig? It's a kingdom too, growing all the time. It's a kingdom that's being built from doubters that doubt, nonbelievers that refuse to believe, and naysayers that say no, no, no when it comes to trying to say I won't do this, or I can never achieve that! It's being built by feelings they have of apprehension when they believe I won't show up on any given week because my last loss was just so devastating. Hell, it's also a kingdom built on others disbelief, just like yours. Just like the disbelief, the feeling you could face as a reality should I add a rare blemish on your tab! A debt, Lannister! See, Lannister, I know you don't think I can overcome you, but if my kingdom being built right outside your walls outgrows your kingdom by weeks end, well then I guess they will say that the king was trumped. Oh, it's not my imagination in play here, Lannister. My delusions are far kept in the back of my mind. This week, like any for me, is all business! I'm all about business when I come to work. When you step through those ropes on Showdown you will be smack down in MY world where I thrive, and feel most comfortable. From everything you feel to everything you say this week you'll just come off as another of the doubters, another of the nonbelievers, and naysayers alike indirectly contributing to the making of MY kingdom. I want you to dismiss me. I want you to be ignorant to the challenge I pose. I want you to tell me I'm unworthy. I want you to, because that's what you do, Lannister. You know what else you do? You carry yourself with this utmost pride and fortification, much like me. That to me is what is going to make this a challenge, sure, but more than that, fun! They say curiosity can kill the cat, right? Well, I must be a pretty curious one to voluntarily challenge your sovereign. Yeah, so I was technically booked instead of putting my name in the GMs mind as a potential challenger for the mighty Lannister. Point is, Lannister, that even a naive little simpleton such as myself can afford to challenge your might, and at the peak of your abilities from which I can only gain from this. I can only take away from this experience without losing anything. You on the other hand don't have the luxury of taking this week. There is nothing, noth-THING that YOU can take from ME! You took Lioncross’ briefcase essentially ending any hope he had to immortalize his name in this company. You took Nick Angel’s career. You ended Tyler Parker’s career. You sent sent Pizza Boy’s spiraling downward leaving it perhaps at a crossroads. Oh, and who can forget what you did to O’hara’s once promising career. However, with me? That isn't the case. You can't take from me, Lannister. You never can, and you never will. But I can take from you. Oh, yeah, see even the smallest of a fraction I can take from you this week. Underneath that exterior, this week, will loom a thought in your mind. How can I rattle this very prideful man? This peon that challenges me at my stead? The answer? First off, as I take my steps up the ladder this week to get to you, I'm going to leave my pride and my ego behind at the bottom. Why? Simple. You’re still, at the end of the day, the Answers World Champion, and a man who has slayed many on his way to the top. You may or may not be able take me down come this Saturday, but still I climb this metaphorical ladder to get to you. Oh, and please Lannister. Please shower me with your current of absolution, but believe me when I say that I can and I will evade that on the way up along with other debris of elegant wording that you throw at me, but rest assured I will make it up there to you.

I know the guys in charge at Showdown have tried in earnest to evolve and produce new superstars into the upper echelon, and in a few cases they are succeeding. Our dear Answers World Champion, the great and mighty Lannister is about come face to face with one of them this Saturday. Lannister is about to have to test his might against the ferociousness, the tenacity, and the will of McAllister! If you don't get what saying, what I've been saying, then here it is. The. War. Wages. On. The one that you can't win, and I can't lose. The one where you will voluntarily contribute to the building of MY kingdom, the kingdom that's being built by doubters who doubt, nonbelievers who refuse to believe, and naysayers that say I can't succeed in the upper echelon, that I can't swim with the big fish, that I can't beat….that I can't beat….a Lannister.

(Moongoose McQueen is sitting in a room with an interviewer in a suit with bruises all over his face wearing a suit. McQueen seems calm and collected.)
 
Interviewer: Mr. McQueen. Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview. Let’s just begin with how you are feeling with the loss to Drake Jaeger last week on Friday Night Dynasty?
 
McQueen: Well, there isn’t really much to say other than, “I lost.” I’m not the EAW Interwire Champion. Drake Jaeger is still the champion. No matter how I spin it, it’s all the same that Moongoose McQueen lost, and I will acknowledge that defeat. However, don’t believe this will be the end of it all, because he made a liar out of me once already. I made another promise that if I didn’t win, I would burn EAW to the ground, and I have full intentions to do just that. Drake Jaeger, this isn’t over between us. Because you see, if there is one thing Moongoose McQueen cares about in his career, it’s not about the championships or the battles he has lost. Its living with the fact that a man exists knowing that he has never taste defeat served by yours truly , and sadly, I can’t live with that. So whether a title is on line or not when we meet again, I vow that I will beat Drake Jaeger someday, and he better get ready, because with every defeat, I can only become stronger.
 
Interviewer: This week, you will be facing against Xavier Williams, a man who shocked the world at King of Elite this past weekend when he not only defeated Methuselah but screwed Jamie O’Hara out of the coveted crown. He has issued a warning to you to not show up during that match.
 
McQueen: *Chuckles* I saw that. And well, first of all, I wouldn’t want to listen to anything that old goat has to say about anything. The only thing we probably would have in common is the fact that we hate this … this … Xavier Williams, but there are quite a few differences between Meth and I. First of all, Methuselah has made a horrible mistake when Xavier attacked him a month ago. If Williams were to try to pull that crap on me, believe me, I wouldn’t waste my time playing around with that daughter of his, and I would instead just finish the job. Xavier Williams attacks me from behind? Well, trust me, I’m going to repay the favor ten-folds, place the shot gun to the back of the head, and even if he apologizes and beg for mercy, even if his daughter cries “Pwease, don’t hurt Daddy.” I’m going to pull that god damn trigger and put him out of his misery, because men that sucker punch others as so deserve to go out like a bitch. And after I put Xavier Williams out of his misery, guess what, I’ll sleep like a baby at night knowing he won’t be back, and that is the mistake Methuselah made. There is also another key difference between me and Methuselah. I did say I hate Xav, but the truth is, I pretty much hate everyone to the point I don’t give a crap about them. But Methuselah, I’m sure hates you a lot more than I do, and that is a good thing, because quite frankly, Xavier, I don’t care what happens to you. I’m not going into this match with a chip on my shoulder and truth be told, not even with intent on winning.
 
Interviewer: What do you mean?
 
McQueen: Well, despite Sebastian Monroe beefing up security, I can tell you right now, they are all a bunch of push-overs. Its really all just a matter of time when Xavier and I will be in the ring, and someone that Xavier really pissed off is going to get involved. I might as well just bring a tub of popcorn to the middle of the ring, I mean “Do yourself a favor and don’t come out of those curtains.” What are you? Insane?!! Miss out on front row seats of you getting your ass handed to you by Methuselah? Or perhaps one Jamie O’Hara? Sure. Sure. There is “security” all over the place, but if O’Hara and Methuselah or anything like a pissed off Moongoose McQueen, Xavier Williams, YOU SIR ARE NOT SAFE!! You are a 259’b 6ft target, and honestly, I’m just planning to walk out of that curtain, meet you in the ring, and we’re going to “fight” until shit goes down. And yeah, Sebastian Monroe is probably going to call me after this interview, and tell me “Moongoose, chill, don’t worry. We’re making sure nothing happens in your match.” And I’m going to laugh at his face.  Because the sad truth is, Mr. The World is against me, I believe if you beginning to chew off a lot more than you can handle, and do you really want to add more to that load by pissing me off?
 
Telling me what to do is strike 1. Associating me with Methsuelah is strike 2. Do you really want to go 3 for 3 here? Let me ask you, Who should you be more afraid of? Methsuelah or Jamie O’Hara? Trick Question, it’s the Shiroyasha himself, Moongoose McQueen.  Why? Because you’ve known Methsuelah and O’Hara for so long, you know what to expect. You believe you have everything all planned out and have then in the palm of your hands, but you say so little of me is a sign you know nothing of me. That is a mistake you don’t want to make. You won’t know where I’m going to be. You won’t know when I’m going to appear. You would never see me coming. DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR, and keep this match on the casual side of things. If anything, prepare yourself for what is about to come for you, because son, you don’t fucked up. You are about to reap what you sow, and who am I to stand in a way of man getting his just desserts. Unless of course, you want to poke the beast as a sad attempt to perhaps turn myself against O’Hara and play a game of “Who gets to rip Xavier Williams apart first?” But believe me, Xavier, I’ve spoken to O’Hara. You’ll be drowning in the sea before I burn you alive.
 
Interviewer: You have spoken to Jamie O’Hara?
 
McQueen: Did I say that? Hmmmm, maybe the truth is, I’m just lying to get into Xavier Williams’s head? Get him all paranoid that an attack on him might happen? Mind games, I suppose you call them. Or perhaps I’m telling the truth is I told him all about the trap doors in the Beijing National Indoor Stadium to bypass security during the match.  After all, I am no stranger to this arena, I know the gut of the building having wrestled there once. Maybe that’s why I’m just so cheeky about Monroe’s “security plans.” As I said, Xavier Williams, I’m a dangerous person and you don’t want to make an enemy out of me.  But at the moment, I’m just going to go out there, take on Xavier Williams, and we’ll see from there.
 

Interviewer: And this concludes our interview. Thank you, Moongoose McQueen and good luck with your match on Friday Night Dynasty.

This was because of your hand, Jamie; every single piece of it. I let you come so close to grasping onto the one thing that you wanted more than anything else in your career. That crown was meant to be the one thing that would have made the last year filled with failure after failure completely worth it. I sat back and I watched as you ran through name after name. Lucian Black, Drake Jaegar, TLA - all names that were never going to overcome that seemingly undying desire to call yourself a king. I've always said it and King of Elite is the perfect example - I'm a man that always plays a situation three steps ahead of everyone else. The world expected Xavier Williams to charge back through the doors of the company and surge straight for your head, but I didn't. I turned my attention to Methuselah instead. I looked to right the biggest wrong of my career and allowed you to believe that you actually held the chance to become king. You took the bait hook, line and sinker, Jamie! You bought right into the facade that I let you live in! You believed wholeheartedly that it was only a matter of time before that crown was sitting on top of your head - and then I pulled that rug from under your feet and you fell straight back down into reality. Four months I was forced to sit at home and watch as you moved forward inch by inch at my expense. Four months I had to sit at home and watched as you tried so desperately to grasp onto the World Heavyweight Championship and have the reign that you believe wholeheartedly that you deserve. Last night, I killed two birds with one stone. Last night I walked into King of Elite and slaughtered the man I should have beaten at Pain for Pride. I walked out and gave you a mere taste of everything that going to come your way. You had one chance to put me down, but you made the mistake of allowing me to keep breathing. I know that you're listening to this and you're absolutely fucking seething, but as much as you are, you cannot be angry at me. The Mighty Don't Kneel was meant to be a brand that we were going to build; whether we were fighting together or fighting our own battles, it was something that we were always going to be able to fall back on. You broke the bond that we had. You destroyed everything that the two of us were building.

And with it you have reawakened a monster that has been sleeping for far too long, Jamie.

The best part about this is that we both know that this is not going to end while the other is still physically able to stand. In all - the two of us are destined to do this forever. But, Jamie, do you know what I see when I look into your eyes? I see myself. I see the same fire that I once held. I see that determination to succeed; that determination that forces you to continue when everything else seems hopeless. But, with that, you're making the same mistake that I made too. You're losing yourself in it all. That determination is slowly turning into desperation. I saw that the moment that you cut my legs from under me. You built this entire dream of everything that you were going to accomplish as EAW Champion. You finally managed to rip that championship out of my hands and immediately those walls that you built around yourself began to crumble. I broke your arm. You survived the Elimination Chamber by the skin of your teeth, while Aren Mstislav and I did all of the dirty work, and after that the dream was over. Jamie O’Hara found himself in the nosedive that he never thought he would have to withstand. You suffered loss after loss; heartbreaking defeat after defeat, and we're left with the man that we see now. How the Mighty has fallen. The King of Bullets has been firing nothing but blanks! I left you standing because there's no fun in that, is there? This is a game of chess and I want to finish this piece by piece. I want you to feel like there's nothing left to save you. I want you to stand there and know that there’s nothing left to save you. But, Jamie, more importantly, I want you to know that all of this falls onto your shoulders and your shoulders alone. I want you to look back at your first night on Dynasty as the moment that you flushed everything that you had accomplished; everything that you could have achieved down the drain. That King of Elite crown was the first piece that I've taken and by the end of it all; you'll hold no more World Championships. You'll grasp onto no more briefcases. There’ll be no contracts nor titles. You'll have nothing. I promise you that.

But, who would I be if I were to ignore the man that I stand against this week? I'll even do you the favour of making this short.

Don't walk through that curtain. Learn about the battles that you should fight and the ones that you shouldn't. Ask Methuselah about what you're walking into, or even go and ask the man's joke of a god. The answers is one that I know that you're smart enough to already know. Do yourself a favour, Moongoose. For the love of god, do yourself a favour.

Voltage #1


Tuesday, 2:11 a.m., location unknown


(The scene opens on a black screen. A long, unsettling, note rings just barely audible. Suddenly the screen flashes in slightly distorted, colorless clips from the previous episode of voltage. More specifically, the "match" between Flex Rockland, and the man the world calls Solomon Caine.)

WWEFan: "Caine is beating down Flex Rockland!"

(The next clip is a slow motion shot of Caine sending Rockland head first into the barricade.)


WWEFan: "WOW! LOOK AT THAT GASH ON HIS FOREHEAD!"

(A shot Rockland's bloody face is displayed. His pleas for mercy deepened and dragged out. The shot is replaced with a full speed shot of Caine nailing a running knee strike to Rockland's skull against the ringside barricade. The music becomes more of a mid tempo, a loud clashing sound plays with every stomp that Caine lands to the downed Rockland. The music becomes louder, and more dramatic with every blow Caine lands, until it reaches its crescendo as Caine plants Rockland on his head. A clip of Rockland being carried out on a stretcher plays, before a close up shot of Caine.)


Caine: THIS IS WHAT THEY WANTED!"


(Gaines screams repeat several times, each more distorted than the last.

Suddenly the shot cuts to a dimly lit hotel room. It's here we find Caine on his knees, his face buried on top of the bed. His breathing short, as if he was in pain.)


Caine: "I can't stop seeing it. I CAN'T!!! The horrors that I have carried out, the wrath of my masters which has been poured out from my very hands."


(Caine raises his head up and looks towards the heavens above.)

Caine: "Must I be haunted? have I not done your will in a manner that pleases you? Why have you made me relive over and again the destruction that I have done In your name? Why do you place your great fire before my eyes?!?! I know the penalty for failure. I ALREADY KNOW!!!!

I shall do as you order. Spare me. Spare me.

You ask me to bring forth your words to He named Tommy Meyer. He who sees thru the vale that this world has tried to blind him with. He who sees the futility of the gold and glories that this world has to offer. He that sees not a sport to claim praise for himself, but the field upon which his metal must be tested. The place where he must be made pure. You demand me to bring him before you, and let him know of your might, that he may bow before you, and serve as I do.

Shall you guard me on the of your glorious reign, should I be able to bring him to worship at your altar? Will you keep me from knowing the grim fate that shall befall a great multitude, should he Turn to you, and serve your every whim and desire as I have?

Will you ease my burden should be refuse you? Should he turn his back to you, after all you have done to help him see, to make him who he is, will you grant me peace after I have tttttooooorrrrnnnnnnnn hhhhhiiimmmm tttoooo ssssshhhrrreeeedddsss?

I know that should I have to honor you with his sacrifice, I shall do the duty that is laid before me at the appointed hour. I shall strike him down for the world to see. I shall make him know a suffering greater than he has ever known. The sorrow he harbors for his family, it shall pale in comparison to the never ending nightmare he shall know should he Deny you. Should he cast himself to be counted amongst the heathens. If that be his choice, the. I shall cast him directly into the flood of fire myself.

I shall smile with glee, as he witnesses all that surrounds him burning. As he hears the screams of his children as they are devoured whole by the flames. As his blood is poured out in the streets as offering unto you. If it should grant me passage into the land you are coming for, if it shall bring me clemency from the weakness and sympathy that infest like insects, then I shall rejoice with song as I watch him turn to ashes.

Heed my words Tommy Meyer. Fall to your knees before their altar, that you might be reborn in their image. Cling cast to all that they command, that you may be made strong and free of the filth that corrupts the minds of the masses. Spread the word of their coming as I have, that on the great and terrible day you may be held safely within their hands.

Do not doubt them, nor believe them to be phantom specters of the mind that pay no heed to all that is said and done, and will not pour out their tremendous wrath at their chosen hour. For sooner than you realize, their arrival shall befall the earth. And when it does, the kingdoms, and empires, and every great work that man has made to draw his attention away from the ones who have sent me, shall crumble and be leveled. Their glories faded, their legends uprooted never again to see the light of day. The blackest smoke that rises up from the bodies left burning in the streets shall be testament to all that they have done. And the smell of it shall linger for all eternity.

These thing I have spoken, are the words of the ones who sent me, and it must be so."


(The camera holds on Caine for a moment before fading out)


The End.

☤Within a dark room Jones sits leaning back on a swivel chair as he slowly blows misty white smoke from his mouth slowly. When the stream of smoke ends the scene hangs for a moment of nothingness until Jones breaks the silence.☤

So, it’s really almost time.

No messing around, no little show tunes, not right now. My sister and Anubis paid me a visit this morning for the support they often forget to give since the Pain for Pride 8 days, even other members of the J-Dynasty showed up in the afternoon to get me thinking right as they would say. Gotta look like leadership material, got to play the part like I’ve played the role of so many characters before this. It’s time for a performance of majesty, like one I dreamed of doing ever since you I into this business, like my parents expected of me when I was born. If I wasn’t so good and knew it, I would think I’m in a dream right now…..no way this could be real, to think I’m this close to getting the crown.  It’s crazy, yet I’m good, I’m calm.

☤Jones begins to take it all in as he slowly causes to the chair to rotate as he sits there speaking.☤

I’ve found peace in it all. I use to carry the world on my shoulders just to scrape the leftovers off throw away plates here, I would eagerly work for anyone and any cause just get my foot in the door of any place I wanted to get to, and now it’s culminating into this. I wish I could know if Tybull and Christopher Corrupt were watching me now. I know Pizza Boy surely is. I doubt Senn’s let this go unnoticed, and even Cleopatra all the way on Empire is probably kicking herself over the fact she tried to make sure the future king of elite could never compete here instead of maximising the potential she had under her watch. All the people who tried to destroy me, they must be wondering how it all went so wrong, how Tiberius survived it all and came out better for it. It is because they fed the beast, every blow was like a hammer on forging steel, shaping me into a dangerous object that could slice and dice through every opposition that came in front of me. If this roster didn’t want to appease me, they should have at least taken me out early before it was too late for all my future foes that will be paying for the incompetence of those who came before them.  There is a regime change coming, and the fruits of my labour shall be shared amongst the people! I hope they like poison.

☤Jones stops his chair, and sneers at the camera and shakes his head before it turns into a smile.☤

Drastik, I’m almost glad to see you remain ever the obfuscator to this very end, just so I have great concrete memories to be nostalgic about in the future. You managed to blend Jamie O’Hara apparently getting his butt whooped by Lannister four times with me losing one close contest to him into one big blur of Lannister just kicking both our asses whenever he wants because we can’t hang with royalty! Like four beat downs are interchangeable with one lone match! Quite a masterpiece you put together right there, not many people have that kind of skill at conflation and misdirection. Though It brings up the reality that I happened to have victories over kings like Diemos, and Ares who I also beat claims to have royal blood, so I would think I’ve got a solid leverage in this case of fighting former kings if that is so relevant to taking the throne. While you? You’ve spent your entire career watching those close to you become king. Robbie V, your former tag team partner and one of the only people who could ever truly stand you, he is twice a king. Liam Catterson, though you shared no love, he was your faction ally, and he too was a king. Captain Charisma, your greatest rival and foe in this business, even he obtained that crown! But never Drastik, Drastik is always hand of the king, if not at the bottom of the king’s Power. I find it fitting that after all your years of service serving princes growing to become kings, and being a retainer of kings who left their thrones, you finally obtained the chance to witness the greatest king be crowned in person! Who said servitude does not pay?

I laugh in your face when you claim to be worthy, know the difference between a bystander to royalty and being the real thing! You know nothing of my stream of consciousness Drastik, I’m on a next level, I’m so awaken that I might as well have a third eye. Not that someone as simple as you would understand opening the mind’s eye. Even now, you fail to realize why your peers have always stood head and shoulders above you no matter how many times you got on your tippy toes and pretended to be something with all your stunts to cause empty controversy. My career will never be as sad as yours, it may not have been quite as quick of a rise, but it will be a sustainable one that I can hold dear to me as a symbol for who I am! I’m glad you brought up going to McDonalds in your walks, it suits you well, you are kin to those graying old people who never amounted to anything in life working side by side with youths that will one day achieve so much more! I won’t shame such people further, but my last complaint is that they are always far too slow, be sure to take your king’s order with greater urgency.

While Drastik remained disgustingly the same, you’ve shape shifted quite a lot this week Jamie. What can you do when your mind is so conflicted? When your hands shake so much so that you cannot grasp at anything with a firm grip? Did you really think stealing my lines about fighting to the end and not succeeding would phase me? Like you could simply turn the tables on me like it’s such an easy task? I’m almost honored, to think that when you get worried and lack vision, you attempt to play the role of the singular most concrete person you know on this roster in hopes of channeling some of that presence! But what is that saying about what you’re trying to do to me right now? Ah yes, it would be I am often imitated, but never duplicated. Like a follower who watches dance videos doing the moves seen done by stars on the big stage, your rhythm will just never be as natural as the real thing. It’s like all those people trying to be Michael Jackson, when there is only one smooth criminal. You aren’t slick enough to pull my style off Jamie, you only serve to accentuate my greatness in comparison, and proving to the world that despite seeming to pull off flawlessness without effort…doing what I do ain’t that easy!

My aim is true, my motions are seamless, the people can’t come to understand this excellence. Jamie, Drastik’s said a lot of nonsense this week, so you and I have had to agree on a few things this week, but that doesn’t change the bad blood I have for you and my intention to do you in after all this time to show you just how fortunate you’ve been that you were in a bubble far away from me. You think you know pain, but I grew up in this business captive when I should have been given the chance to captivate, and now in Denmark I’m making all of EAW the dragon’s den, and the dragon’s breath will be sure not to miss the target to those who do not walk carefully in my realm. You doubt me, you think I am not a master of the elements, you mock the mountains I tell you that I can shift into place, but I don’t blame you just yet. EAW has always seemed like the insurmountable, a place that cannot be tamed by the hands of man, until me…..someone who lives and breathes in EAW, and has become one with making the elements that shape this company bend at will.

It’s crazy, yet it’s my livelihood, and it’s in my palm.

☤Jones opens his hands, looks intensely at the camera before closing them and the scene going completely black. size=24]☤[/size]

(The scene opens up in the middle of a plane ride within a private jet. A couple of stewardesses are working on putting together drinks while the cameraman listens in to the conversation between Ahren Fournier and Drastik Fournier—who, might I add, are best friends forever. Though the cameraman is unenthused to be in the situation that he’s in—and knowing that he can’t read the book he brought during the flight because Ahren and Drastik are being far too loud, he’s at least relieved that Drastik managed to get a private jet to fly them out to Copenhagen. It would have been a close call had he not. Drastik is asking Ahren Fournier whether he should go by the normal “King Drastik” or officially change his name to “Drastiking”. Ahren Fournier ponders for a moment before saying that Drastiking sounds like a pokemon evolution. They high five before Ahren Fournier says how many women are going to be all over Drastik because of the big win. Drastik responds by saying, “I’m just trying to catch up to your bodycount, dude.” They high five again and then do the “Woogity! Woogity! Woogity!” handshake that they do in Rocket Power. The cameraman is very unimpressed but asks Drastik if he’s planning on making any final remarks; by the time the editing team gets this all framed up and uploaded, it’ll be about time for the banter to stop. Under his breath, Drastik mows over an opening joke, but Fournier holds out his arm and says, “Nah dude, bring the serious heat. Let them know what they’re messing with.” Drastik agrees and clears his throat, straightening up and brushing the crumbs off of his dress shirt. He half smirks as he begins speaking.)
 
For many of you watching at home, you probably haven’t been watching for as long as I’ve been wrestling. There isn’t anything wrong with that. I know full well that some people got sucked into this when RoViper faced La Secta Apocolyptica at Pain for Pride II, others got sucked in when CM Banks and Y2Impact met together for the World Heavyweight Championship after spending months together as figureheads of one of the most storied stables in this company. Maybe it wasn’t until an elimination chamber or a glass walls match or just some random match on a weekly show that sucked you in. It probably wasn’t anything on the Pain for Pride V card because it was all trash and I still have fever dreams about Kawajai in the main event of anything, but my point here is that you’re all here—in this moment—watching me, hearing what I have to say. And while I don’t hold it against any of you that you haven’t watched since the days of AWF where CM Ronn faced Makaveli for the EAW Championship, I do expect you all to be open to little bits of history that you run into. This tournament, just like that championship, just like that Pain for Pride main event, is hollowed and revered. And what keeps it hollowed and revered are the people who come out of it—who legitimize it each and every year. Barring a few exceptions, we’ve had kings like Mak, Power, Lannister, Sekaiichi, and Robbie V. We’re talking about men who not only rose to the crown, not only succeeded in becoming champion despite being knocked down by the peers forcing their evaluations on them, but cemented themselves as legends in this industry. These are gods among men, and however much I’ve been slandered this week for touting myself up to be that same brand of god, the fact remains. Can you imagine a name like Tiberius Jones or Jamie O’Hara polluting a list like that? Can you imagine if the King of Elite suffered the same fate as, say, the Hardcore Championship, and went from being as prestigious as it is right now to being tossed from random person to random person who take turns flopping with it? So many times, we see marvels of the past crumble in our hands. We’ve seen it with the Hardcore Championship. We’ve seen it more and more with the Cash in the Vault and all of its failed and deleted “victors”. We saw it with the Vixens Championship in 2008 and 2009. We saw it with the Interbranded Championship. We’re even seeing it with the tag team championships that were once unified and regarded as one of the pinnacle of one of the most competitive divisions in our industry. If you started watching long enough ago, you know what I’m talking about. If you were that little boy sitting in his grandma’s living room watching RoViper hold both tag team championship sets above their heads as they basked in victory, then you CRINGE today as an adult watching those same championships being competed for in the pre-show match before the cameras even start rolling at King of Elite. You know how tragic it is to watch something get lost in time, so when it comes to the few things that are left—the few things that continue to prove timeless, to retain that luster—you need to hold onto it for as long you possibly can. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to cheer for it. But you have to respect it, whether it’s this King of Elite Tournament or the man who’s bound to win it this year. Lucky for all of you fans—old or new, informed or not—those two things that have remained since the dawn of Elite Answers Wrestling get to cross paths and grow stronger together. By becoming king, I further legitimize its reputation. I take that crown and I make something of it like I have every other thing that I’ve touched. And all at the same time, that crown gives me the opportunity to move forward, take it, and turn it in for a shot at a world championship that this company DREADS the idea of me having. We make each other powerful. So whether you believe in your heart that Jamie O’Hara deserves this or you feel it in your soul that Tiberius Jones’ story of going from nothing to something would inspire you the moment he finally stands tall, you have to listen to that murmuring inkling in the pit of your stomach, calling out in a raspy voice with the truth that you know you won’t be able to avoid. Drastik is the best thing for the King of Elite crown. King of Elite was MADE for Drastik.
 
If you’re old enough to remember way back in the day—the pre-SAIL era, if you will—I used to have a theme song by Nas which was, admittedly, a little bit different than the theme song I come out to now. I evolved my outlook and, with it, my image changed too. The reason I bring this up, however, is because there was a line to start off that song that I still—no matter how much I change—relate to. As the lights would dim and my titantron would play on the screen, providing the only light in the arena, everyone sitting in their seats could hear the words: “It’s been a long time, been a long time coming…Looks like the death of me now…but you know? There’s no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am…” Repeatedly, it seems like I’ve reached the end of my rope—that the story that is The Rated R Shaman of Sexy or Drastik or James or whatever you want to call me has finally folded—when I take my ball and go home. When I picked up and left after feeling betrayed by a company that I had won two world championships from, when I walked out of those proverbial doors following my Pain for Pride main event, when I waved goodbye to the fans at Oracle Arena where I walked home with both the Answers World Championship and the Interwire Championship and left Dynasty with NO championships at all, people were convinced that that was the sign off. That was the end of the great career that I had thrown together. They’d seen stuff like that so many times before. They’ve seen HRDO lay down his World Heavyweight Championship in the center of the ring and never be seen as a professional athlete again. They’ve watched as Extreme Enigma relinquished his championship and said that all stories—good or evil—come to an end. That’s why people hold their breath when they watch me walk away; for however much they hate me now, they KNOW that they’re going to miss me eventually. They’re going to miss what I provided for this company and what I stand for. They’re going to miss the nostalgia that I bring in spite of time supposedly wearing down on me and making me weaker. When I return, that sunken feeling turns to rejoice for a moment—“Finally! Drastik has returned! I knew this would happen!” they’d all scream out. “It’s been a long time—been a long time coming,” just like the song began, right? I’m anticipated. I’m adored for the place that I hold here even if that wears off and within two months of being here, I’m shown to be the kind of guy that’s here for me and nobody else—except for my best friend Ahren Fournier now, but that’s not what I’m talking about. The cycle continues. I come and I go, I come and I go, I come and I go. And in between coming and going, I make sure to rip away as much from this company as I felt it could rip away from me had I let it continue victimizing me, the way that I saw this company victimize so many of the peers that I relished working with and admired so much. This is an independent journey. And even if I wanted to go back and live the noble life that Jamie O’Hara and Tiberius Jones still seem to get their fancy tickled by, it’s too late now. “There’s no turning back now,” remember? “This is what makes me. This is what I am…” You can hate me now—I invited you to HATE me as much as you can, however you want to, for whatever reason you’ve got. You can hate me because I’ve found a way around the system. You can hate me because I readily admit to not always giving it my all or not doing it for the fans coming out to spend their hard earned money to see me. You can hate me because you feel that I’m taking an opportunity away from a guy who “deserves it” or because they “waited” long enough for their “turn”. Hell, you can hate me because you don’t like my jokes or find my way of interacting with Ahren Fournier more creepy than homoerotic or think that the way I treat my cameraman just isn’t up to par with how you think it should be. But no matter what you hate me for, I’m telling you right now, as clear as I can possibly say it: You CANNOT hate me for continuing to legitimize the King of Elite crown.
 
(Ahren Fournier is trying to do everything he can from interrupting Drastik—that’s his best friend after all. A stewardess comes up and hands them both drinks. Drastik is very obviously checking the woman out as she walks away. He leans over to Fournier and asks him why he doesn’t try to make a move on her. Fournier poses the question right back. Drastik explains that studies have shown that ejaculating before professional athletic competition greatly reduces testosterone and can adversely affect performance. Ahren puts his hand to his chin, considering the science behind it and then says that the stewardess is actually his second cousin so he’s not sure if he should go for it. Chuckling, Drastik asks, “Why not?” and then nudges him before calling the stewardess over and telling her to make a third drink before coming back over and sitting down with them. She smiles, thinking Drastik is flirting with her before walking away. The cameraman asks where she’s going to sit since there’s only three seats on that side of the plane before realizing that he’s the odd man out. Of course. Drastik continues what he was talking about before he got distracted by a classic case of TNA.)
 
In truth, you should thank me for what I’ve both done and continue to do. I’ve mentioned it before, but I know it won’t be a boisterous crowd that erupts as soon as the referee’s hand hits the mat for a third time and I spring up to my feet to have my arm raised. There won’t be an explosion of tweets rolling over Twitter or pictures uploaded to Instagram or rambling reaction videos posted to YouTube. No—it’ll likely be oddly quiet. There might be pyro and there may be confetti. The commentators may do their best to remain professional and congratulate me with some sort of excitement, but I know how the crowd is bound to murmur their fears back and forth to each other. I know that Tiberius Jones and Jamie O’Hara will hang their heads as they pick up their broken bodies and head to the back to try to think of a way to bounce back from this—“moral victory” or not. The reason I see all this—the reason I believe that the dawn of my kingdom will begin with a silence rather than a bang—is because I know that people know better than to expect different. Never have I believed that the fanbase of this company was stupid, and that remains true today. They’re informed. They’ve watched. They’ve inadvertently studied and they’ve picked up on patterns that reveal themselves through consistency and repetition. They know what I am and they know what I represent. This company knows what it means when the crown sits above my head because they’ve been diagnosed with this before. At that moment—that moment of silence—Elite Answers Wrestling will be sitting in a waiting room, holding hands with the collective manifestation of the fans, the competitors, and the people cashing the biggest checks upstairs, and they’ll be anticipating the doctor to come out of those doors, lips tucked, eyes drawn, when he delivers the news that the cancer has returned. After months and years of Elite Answers Wrestling thinking that they had beaten cancer—that they had narrowly slipped away from a disease that had the power to drain them and eventually kill them—I’ve returned again. That silence is the gut-punch of the news. That silence is reality settling in for the people that know what it means when I’m in the drivers seat instead of someone else. Because this is about me. And I refuse to be victimized by a company that has victimized so many of the people that I looked up to when I was first starting out here. I refuse to forgive this company for thinking I was something that could be cast away—for thinking that if they could just knock me down once, they wouldn’t ever have to deal with me again. They were almost right. But unlike anyone else that lived out their redemption storyline, whether it was Y2Impact waiting years for his seventh reign or HRDO almost the entirety of his career before winning his first world championship or Lannister returning to his former glory to stand atop his brand again, I have the power to tear this company apart from the inside out. I have the power to infect it, to rot it, to decay it, to weaken its bones and leave it sucked of its life—BEGGING for its mercy from me. Redemption assuredly comes for me—that’s never been a question and it isn’t a question now—but vengeance? I’m the only one that’s truly earned vengeance to this degree.
 
That’s what transforms me from the simply desired to the absolutely inevitable—everyone knows that the end involves me. I’m the looming “bullet” that Jamie O’Hara has been speaking of all week. I’m the “sociopathic serial killer” that Tiberius Jones has warned against. Everyone knows that I’m coming and what I’m here to do—that’s what makes me different from all the other guys who come back from a hiatus or break free of retirement. This is what makes me. This is what I am. All I’ve had to do this week is point to various aspects of my career and show you how my formula has worked, show you the evidence I have that this is how it’s going to work this time too. I’m not blindly calling for my opponents or my fans to have faith in me because I’m working so hard and that’s all that matters. I’m not blindly asserting myself because I was once expected to be king in some mythical lala land way back when I was a child. This is stone cold and concrete—this is how it’s been for years and this is how it’ll continue to be. While this King of Elite crown has raised men from whatever they were to gods among peers, I’ll tell you that my reign has already long begun. It isn’t just about to begin; it HAS started. Receiving the crown is just a formality, not a defining moment for me. And for the two of you—Tiberius and Jamie—the crown will remain a dream, far away, too far too reach. It will remain in the storybooks and fairytales and bedtime stories that you’ve found all of the wonderful little inspirational quotes that you’ve used as shields to defend against me. What this past week has done to the three of us is reveal what each of us really are. Hope has fallen away and has revealed Tiberius Jones to be a child who has lost his way. Adversity has broken the compass that Jamie O’Hara has used to guide who he is and what he actually believes—revealing a man with no conviction. And me? Maybe I’ve been revealed to be a lot of things—an infection, a disease, a nuisance, a bully, relentless, instinctive, selfish, arrogant, maybe even impermanent in a sense. But what I am won’t be truly shown until this weekend when Copenhagen bears witness to what I am when I’m stripped down to a single word—a single, all-encompassing name that shows where I stand: King.
 
(As soon as Drastik says the final word, Ahren Fournier leans back in his chair, looking toward the ceiling and starts howling while fist pumping. He waves his arms and tries to get everyone to chant, “King! King! King!” Drastik tries to settle everyone down, but Ahren springs out of his chair to go to the cockpit and bang on the door to make sure the pilot is chanting with everyone else. As he’s gone, Drastik leans toward the stewardess and softly asks, “Completely random question here, but what’s your honest opinion on incest?” Before the stewardess even knows how to respond, Drastik turns toward the camera and finger-guns. As directed, the video editing team holds the last shot as a freeze frame and puts text over the frozen image. “Ahren Fournier may have joined the mile high club—and maybe with his cousin.” “The cameraman never got to read his book.” “Drastik headed to Copenhagen where he lived up to his word and won King of Elite.” “Jamie O’Hara left the sport of professional wrestling and opened up his own fortune cookie company.” “Tiberius Jones has cried for weeks since Drastik made a video package before the King of Elite match was officially announced. Poor guy.” “And most importantly, Drastik and Ahren Fournier are still best friends to this day.” The scene fades out to black as “I’m a Believer” by Smash Mouth plays—Smash Mouth! Where have they been? The familiar solid white text flashes on the screen before the screen goes permanently black. That’s a wrap, boys. Kachow!)
   
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