*This is so pointless, it shouldn't even be considered a developmental promo, but why not. The scene is April's house. Her family, Lioncross, Mrs. LC, Lauren, and Lyuncrust are in the house. It's the day before Thanksgiving, and Lioncross agreed to celebrate the holiday while doing his best to put recent EAW events beside him.*

Lauren: I'm glad things are different now than they were in 2013, back when you were in that CWF reboot. You went nuts then after a small losing streak. I thought we'd lost you completely.

LC: At some point, I realized that I needed to stop and smell the flowers. And, I can't kill myself anymore than wrestling already does. I don't have a ton of time left in the ring, and I can't overreact to bad results by driving myself insane. Besides, I still need to set a decent example for the younger kids in the locker room. Lots of them as of late. They're talented, but some of them are definitely a bit raw, and sure to be easily influenced. I just hope they remember who they are and don't let their egos get the best of them. Or get hung up by the influence of another prominent wrestler who may or may not have his own agenda. Or get caught up defending the Vixens to the point where they'll excuse anything and everything.

Lauren: Those scenarios seem... oddly specific.

LC: Anyway, I hope you're catching up with some of the new Vixens. The Vixens actually got my wife to appreciate wrestling more.

Lauren: Yeah, I've been impressed with Amy Jayne.

LC: I've been impressed with Laura Lie-nay.

Lauren: Laura Laine?

LC: Yeah, Laura Lie-nay.

Lauren: Why are you saying it like that, like she's from Finland or somewhere around there?

LC: What, Lie-nay?

Lauren: You did it again!

LC: I'm saying it exactly how it's spelled!

Lauren: Say bicycle lane.

LC: Bicycle lane.

Lauren: Say Solomon Caine.

LC: Solomon Caine.

Lauren: Now, Laura Laine.

LC: Laura Lie-nay.

Lauren: Why can't you just say her name like a normal person...

LC: Hey, for the guys, what do you think about Yahk-ub DeLion?

*Lauren gives LC a blank, unimpressed look as Mrs. LC emerges from the kitchen. She prepared a couple of dishes in advance.*

LC: Your EAW camera debut! I mean, except for the times people heard you cheering from the seats, if that counts.

Mrs. LC: It counts, but why'd you have to bring the cameras in here? I honestly don't know what I'm doing. It's almost as if I just come across as awkward on video.

LC: I married you partially for your beautiful voice, so don't worry about how you look on camera. It can't be THAT bad. Hey, what were you preparing in there?

Mrs. LC: Well, I was preparing a green bean casserole with bacon...

*A faint, seemingly sexual moan is heard coming from the kitchen.*

Mrs. LC: ...creamy whipped potatoes with garlic butter...

*The moan gets louder.*

Mrs. LC: ...a kale salad...

*This time, no moan. It's dead silent, and everybody in the picture looks toward the kitchen wondering why.*

Mrs. LC: And pumpkin pie from scratch.

Lyuncrust (emerging from the kitchen): OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Mrs. LC: I'm glad I've gotten used to this guy.

Lyuncrust: You should kinda pose with the dishes like a model on a catwalk.

Mrs. LC: Uh, no thanks. I'm just fine talking about them. I just shouldn't be shooting a video with a model-style walk, even if a major network itself told me that I should despite what I was doing before working 100% well.

April's husband (calling from the living room): On a completely unrelated note, anybody have any ideas why NBC changed the Sunday Night Football theme?

Mrs. LC: Oh, I forgot - I needed to buy some Cool "hwip" for the pie!

Lauren: NO. WE ARE NOT DOING THIS. NOW WE'RE JUST COPYING FAMILY GUY.

Lyuncrust: We might want to buy ingredients for more pie, too...

*Everybody in the picture gives Lyuncrust a blank look, immediately figuring out what he just implied. Mrs. LC and Lyuncrust leave to buy some more ingredients.*

LC: Stay in the slow lane!

Lauren: SEE? LANE! LANE! LANE!

LC: Lie-nay.

*Lauren tries to pounce on LC, but LC ducks out of the way, ending this pointless scene.*

 
 



 

AWW SHIT!

It's Thanksgiving time, whew!

Thanksgiving season is the season for me! It's the one time of year where I get to pull a Sheridan Mooler and just PIG OUT. Awww yisss, as family tradition everything in the book is on that dinner table of mine by the time it hits 4pm! Beans, creams, potatoes, tomatoes, lambs, rams, hogs, dogs, chickens, turkeys, rabbits, YOU NAME IT! Everything short of Eclipse Diemos' long pig casserole is gonna be on the muhfucking dinner table oh yes it will! Oh yes it will... Believe it or not people, we sort of actually have something in common after all! Sure I'm a superstar, sure I'm above you all, sure I own your life, sure my car costs more than your life, sure my pocket change can pay off your mortgage, but I'd like to think that on Thanksgiving day for one day out of a whole year, I become just like every single one of you! Gelatinous, lazy sacks of shit who sit in front of the TV and eat allll day long. That's all I do on Thanksgiving! Just eat, watch TV, eat and watch more TV until I fall into a food coma. Then wake up. Then eat again. My strict diet and training regimen goes out the window honestly. Cheat day of the year? That's putting it mildly. I love seeing the Adams family full of greatness come around the long, long dinner table while our butlers and chefs make sure our glass is never empty and that our bellies are full. I wonder what dish Uncle Ryan is gonna bring? He always makes a great pie. 

Gosh, I'm not even a big holidays person, but I love Thanksgiving! I have a lot to be thankful for, unlike EAW Vixens. EAW Vixens have nothing to be thankful for other than their jobs, because half of them are nymphomaniac pseudo dykes who search far and wide for as much dick and attention as they can find, and when they can't get dick, they become "lesbians" in search for attention. Attention whores like them will never be fulfilled in their sad pathetic lives. :/ So sad. I'm thankful for my natural good looks, I'm thankful for my God given genetics, I'm thankful for my family for giving me the tools I needed to succeed and become better than everybody else. I'm thankful for Donald Trump because he's gonna Make America Great Again for all of us! (except for the Mexicans, you get out out out) I'm thankful to my uncle for being the GOAT and a God, and I'm confident he's gonna bring home his seventh World Championship in December. I'm also thankful that he isn't bringing around that useless pale ghost whore who I soundly defeated and eliminated at Shock Value. No shock there, I've always been better than Tarah, I killed the momentum of The Vixens Killer, it was too easy! Hopefully she retires. What else am I thankful for? Oh that's right! I'm thankful to myself for being so awesomesauce, so based, so lit. I'm thankful to Azumi Goto, because even though I'm sure Azumi can't run a show to save her life, she'll be a lot better of a GM than Cleopatra even if it's just for a night. Guys I have so much to be thankful for! It's so good to be me!

You know what it must suck to be though? German. I mean fuck, oiii vey, oiii fucking vey, look what that piece of crap country managed to spawn as it's representative here in EAW... SHERIDAN MOOLER. Yikes. I don't know if the Hitlerbitch will even celebrate Thanksgiving, but if she does, then prepare for lovehandles on top of lovehandles. Double yikes. I've got that fat cow Sheridan Mooler in the ring on the Friday edition of Empire. Listen y'all the whore is as fat as she looks, let me first tell you that. You know how the saying goes "the camera adds ten pounds"? Not in her case, it's actually the opposite. It's a bitch throwing the whore around, you gotta wrap your arms around her lovehandles and shit just jiggles agggghhh. Everything jiggles on the bitch, I swear. I know we're supposed to put on this act that EAW Vixens are just top-of-the-line supreme athletes but ehhh, falsetto. Truth is a lot of these bitches are out of shape, I'm just being honest. We have a pizza eating ugly whore who has to have her face photoshopped before she's put on EAW graphics, as our Vixens Champion. The face of the Vixens division is that... THING you people are seeing on the Road to Redemption 10 poster. Seriously, it's the poster for the TENTH Road to Redemption. TENTH. TEN. TEN Road to Redemptions, and instead of putting a God like my uncle on the poster, someone who is the singular reason for EAW even making it to see an RTR 10, they put MOOLER.    

This is why I keep just fucking saying please keep women out of positions of authority and influence. Seriously guys, men, I'll take one for the team! I mean it! I won't bitch and moan about it, I'm fine! There is no reason why women's opinion should mean anything in the world, because when you do that it lowers the standard all around. A majority of females are not like me, a majority of them are inferior to men, but for some reason men just feel like they need to give the retarded children of the classroom a pedestal. There's no WAY a woman should be on the RTR 10 poster in the place of The Gawd. The fact that they threw that fat ugly whore up there instead of at least someone of legendary status like Cameron Ella Ava or Kendra Shamez, is sickening. I mean, them being up there instead of The Gawd is sickening too, but MOOLER? You see, stuff like this is just more evidence that the boys in suits do nothing but placate to these broads who have been abject failures their whole careers, and their whole lives. They placate to women, who are just straight up inferior to men in general, especially in the case of EAW Vixens. The standard is so low for Vixens as it is, EAW's just happy women still have what it takes to wrestle in this company, so now they're willing to settle with streetwalkers from Germany as their champion so long as she isn't made of glass and doesn't get hurt after two matches. Sorry, but it doesn't make her special guys. I've already beaten Mooler, and it wasn't even that hard. You know who's difficult to beat? Cameron Ella Ava, Kendra Shamez, Heart Break Gal. I'd be less upset if they were on the poster, but instead this out of shape troll looking beotch gets slapped onto there while everyone just pretends she deserves it. The truth of the matter is, no she doesn't. You don't deserve to be there, Sheridan, and you shouldn't be Vixens Champion. You won that title and you haven't proven you're worth a single fuck as champion, therefore your win is meaningless to me. It means nada. And if there's anybody still under the impression that you're a worthy champion or valuable to this company, then I'm going to prove that impression false this Friday night. I'm going to knock the lard out of your ponzi scheming, Alt-Right, Nazi ass. 

Oh, and by the way, Godemperor Trump has disavowed and condemned you antisemitic fucks, which makes you even more worthless. Wow. You truly are pathetic aren't you Hitlerbitch? German inefficiency strikes again, huh Eva Brawn? With your manly ass, you put the Brawn in Eva Braun. Don't worry Sheridog, I'll give you yet another humbling, and I'll keep that robotic monotone mouth of yours shut, since you love opening your big dick eating whore mouth to talk shit about me so much. And when I'm through throwing you around, you don't have to open your mouth and cut another boring promo, you can just kindly do us all a favor and vacate your title, leave EAW and get the fuck out of my country. 

Happy Thanksgiving.

Voltage #4

Wednesday, Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts, 5:57 P.M

(The scene opens outside the church of the redeemer. The old style church's tall steeple reaches far into the partly sunny sky. The camera pans down to street level to reveal the man who in his first month on voltage, has made quite an impact. The man who helped to damage Zack Crash. The man who this Sunday faces the EAW Hardcore champion Drastik. The man the world knows as Solomon Caine, standing alone before the bottom step that lead to the church's entrance.)

Caine: "The thought that one man could bring salvation to the masses, the thought that one sacrifice alone might give life. how foolish are those who think that all those who commit horrid atrocities, may go unpunished by one single sacrifice I tell you now that each of you have damned yourselves with your wicked actions, corrupted desires, and false hopes which turns you away the truth of the ones who sent me..."

(Caine points a finger towards the church.)

Caine: "And brings you to worship at the deception. The thought that one may save you, it is as ridiculous as it is false. No, I say to you that no one man can spare this world from what is coming, he may only accept his fate, and bare the full portion of what is coming to him. Do you hear me Drastik? Have you finally come to understand all that I have said? Or have you, like so many other ignorant fools, believed yourself pardoned from the repercussions that you have brought on yourself? Or worst yet have you deceived yourself into believing that what I have spoken to you is but an illusion? That the ones whom I have told you of are phantom specters, that neither see nor hear?! How dare you deny them?! You have not seen the smoke so black and dense, that you could not draw in a single breath from it, nor the burnt and charred remains that fill the streets, nor the flood of fire that was taller than highest mountain, laying waste to all in its path as I have! You have not heard the unending screams of women and children who were eaten alive by the flames. Despite the warnings given to you, You know nothing of what is to come. You mind has been so warped and twisted that it no longer knows truth from lie, right from wrong, life from death!

I say to you once again Drastik, that the ones who have sent me, they are coming to lift from you the fog of deception that keeps you from seeing! They are coming to strip away all that you hold dear, that you may finally realize their truth and clinnnnnggggggg to it With all your might. They are sending me to guide you upon the path they have set for you, the one that that has been yours to walk for eons, the one leads you to the great fate of being the next to be sacrificed. And at the appointed hour, when your body has been crushed, and your blood has been spilled, then they will take back all that they have been robbed of by filth like you. They will take back the places of honor within the minds of men. they take back the sovereignty of their names, and none shall blaspheme against them. They will take back the gold that belongs to those who are truly strong, and not a foolish weakling like yourself Drastik.

PREPARE YOURSELF, FOR DAMNATION IS AT HAND! IT IS NEVER ENDING, WITHOUT EVEN A MOMENT'S REST FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH FAULT! You Drastik, you have been found with fault. Your vanity has perverted you into only seeking the adulation of wretches, your ego has blinded you to the fact that you are a worthless coward who runs and hides away his face at the moment he is faced with burden or strife. I beg you Drastik to stand your ground this Sunday, face your punishment like a man! For if you choose to take the weakling's way, you will know even greater pain, and suffering, and agony, for they have no use for those who will try to hide from their destiny. They have no use for those whom will try to run from having the world will see them laid to waste thru the powers they possess. And they have no use for he who would spend the few remaining days he had left on this earth trying to slander the one who has served, instead of preparing himself for glorious reign.


Oh how that great day cannot come soon enough. How I long to see them strike down every abomination, every false idol, every deceiver, and every other form of heathen that walks. Oh how I Yearn for the end of ages to beget the fire! How I long to see the cleansing that will uproot the foundations of wicked empires and return all that has been corrupted in this world to its natural order. How beautiful that day shall be to those who have served, and how horrid it shall for those who have turned away from the ones who have sent me, they they might see you Drastik, or any other of your ilk, or even that lie that all are spared because of one. No man may stand upon another, one cannot leach their salvation from any other. Each has been declared either strong, or weak. And the leaches, the vain, the sick, the inept, the ignorant, and all other who they have seen as weak, each will have to pay their own debit, on the great day of the fire. This Sunday, at their chosen hour, the time will come for them to start collecting what they are owed. And it begins with you Drastik, they will take your praise, your fame. They will take away any hope, or satisfaction you may ever feel. And they will take the gold that you clutch, and use to prop yourself up like a crutch.

Come forth Drastik, for I shall teach you, and you will learn well of the works of those who have sent me, for through them you will understand the lies that have been fed to you, you will see past the illusions that this world uses to distract itself, and you will know the fire is coming soon, sooner than you realize. Rejoice for the time is close at hand. Soon all that consumes you will be torn asunder. Soon that great day shall come and the people of this earth shall know just how great and power my masters truly are, just before those same people are brought to ruin, AND BURNT AWAY TO NOTHING MORE THAN ASH AND DUST! YOUR SCREAMS SHALL RING OUT FOR ALL ETERNITY! YOU ALL SHALL WEEP BITTER TEARS AS YOU WITNESS ALL OF YOUR GRAND WORKS AND DEEDS SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE FLAME! The streets shall run red with your blood. The wind shall sweep away your smoldering remains. And no one, not the false idols you have placed your faith in, and not even your precious Drastik, can save you. Cling to your false hopes if you will, it shall not matter at the end of ages. For all these things they have told me, and they must be so.

(Caine steps off to the left out of the frame. After he does so, the camera sweeps upwards to the sky showing the steeple framed against the now cloudy sky as the church bells ring.)

The end

(The scene opens to a rural part of Iowa, there is a cabin secluded in bushes and trees inside is a young man in a dark black jacket and jeans, he gets up and looks straight at the camera.



" Hello there... I hope you weren't stunned by the bushes and shit here. You know this is a nice little cabin in Iowa this is where I retreat to when I get sick of the shit I have to deal with in New York. I like it here nice, quiet, and secluded from the fucking hillbillies who live in this part of Iowa."





(The young man walks to his room in the cabin, the young mans room is pretty banged up and looks like it was ravaged by 6 year old's.)




" I hope you don't mind the room and stuff but lets just get down to business. I'm getting ready for my EAW debut. I don't know what brand I'm going to yet but I sure as hell want to fight somebody. You know what I think about the fans of EAW? A bunch of stupid fat ugly motherfucking morons. That is what I think about you ugly pieces of shit. That was directed towards the fans not the wrestlers so don't get pissy with me on the feed. Oh and also to the fuck face known as Kenny Drake Go fuck yourself. I only said that because that is what I think of you, not trying to start shit with you. You backstab your only friend for what? I think you did it for fame and greed, once again I ain't trying to start shit with you I'm just stating my opinion on you so don't go after me on the feed you pile of hogshit."



(The Young man smiles and sits on a chair which is near a table)


" Oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you fuckers my name, the name is Mathew Payne also you can call me the Natural Born Killer. I'm going to enjoy destroying everybody on this roster and if you got a problem with that we can just settle it here in my nice cabin  you got that? Well then I should be going then, see you very soon."



(Mathew Smirks at the camera and then breaks in to laughter as the scene slowly fades to black)

Empire Promo - “Fixing a Mistake”

((OOC Note: With the success of our last collab promo. We thought it would be cool to do one more))


The scene opens up in a gym where EAW Elitist Kelly Hackenschmidt and EAW Vixen Laura Laine had been staying. Both of them had worn their own gym attire. Kelly wore a black “100% Certified Schmidthead” t-shirt, grey gym shorts and a pair of running shoes. Laura meanwhile wore a green crop top and pair of yoga pants. The gym was mostly crowded, but Kelly and Laura both managed to get a corner strictly to themselves. The only real difference being that the as opposed to some modern age rap playing through their PA system. The two Canadians picked up a copy of Rancid's “Let's Go” album. The only piece of equipment they had in that corner was a punching bag hanging by a chain to the ceiling. Kelly held the punching bag in place as Laura held her fists up over her head and swung a left followed by a right hook, creating a loud thud that echoed through the entire room. Laura lifted her foot up and gave it a left kick before looking back up at Kelly.

“Let go of the bag.” Laura called to Kelly.

Kelly opened his arms out and released the bag. It fell down, but only for Laura to catch it, lift her feet up to lift the bag over her, landing just behind her. She stood back up and wiped her hands together.

KH; “I see you haven't ran out of monkey flips.”

She shook her head.

LL; “On the contrary, I got monkey flips for days.”

She sighed and turned to gripped her hands together and gripped her hands together.

Kelly took quick notice and dipped down to Laura's level.

KH: “What's wrong?”

Asked Mister Pure Wrestling as his frown became more visible.
Laura followed it up with another sigh.

LL: “It's just that I feel like a fool for yesterday.”

Said Laura as she sat back down on a nearby gym bench. Kelly was quick to jump to her aid.

KH: “Look, hun, we all make these kind of mistakes, it’ll all be fine in the end.”

LL: “You told me that before. Yet I still don't really think that I have been giving it my all you know? That's the one thing people noticed about me. My background. Yet I know for a fact that in my lifetime, that is what became my armor. Knowing that if I could do it, anyone could. Though still, I feel like I made a mistake underestimating Alexis.”

She said, looking back up at the distance and not towards her so-called “Former Lover”.

KH: “You know this isn't the Laura Laine I had fallen in love with two years ago right?”

Asked Kelly as he aimed for as close to eye contact as he could get.

KH: “The Laura I met two years ago would take her mistakes and recognize the facts. The fact that the bell hasn't run yet and there is still a chance to succeed.”

LL: “I did more research on my opponent after all that. Didn't know the Sanitorium was such a complex place. I always saw Eclipse for what he was on television. A strange cult-leader looking for a following. Well, they kinda do strike me as a cult still. Though that's hardly an insult for me. But the fact remains that at least they look out for one another. The fact remains that she is very much looking to fix that little downhill of hers.”

KH: “The spiral of confusion. Sympathy is a very interesting thing. Some are using it legitimately and others believe. Honestly I feel as if Alexis is doing it out of relation.”

Kelly gives out a chuckle.

KH: “Most girls would have dumped me for saying it, but as soon as your father gets out of prison, him and I are gonna have a long talk. Well for one, about who I am and what has changed. But the first thing I’m gonna want is an apology. I bet you Alexis or Diemos would have done the same. Only a bit more vulgar.”

Laura shook her head and brought herself closer to Kelly.

LL: “Well, that seems to be the case. Am I really that different from the other Vixens? I feel like I'm on the verge of being that way. I guess nobody recognized it, maybe I’m just starting to think maybe the difference in the details. After all she seems quite confident in me. Which truly is a surprise.”

KH: “People like to brag.”

Kelly wraps his arm around her shoulder and tried to lighten his grin.

KH: “After all we have quite the war ahead of you. The Sanitorium is never to be taken lightly.”


LL: “Oh never, I feel like I made that mistake already. I mean, honestly with Alexis I already seem to second myself. I did more research on her honestly. She and Eclipse seem like respectable people. Probably wouldn't join their little circle, but at least recognize their ability to compete and still accept anything in the ring against them. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by her veteran mentality, after all, Alexis did something I rather recognize.”

KH: “What is that?”

LL: “She is a mother. Of I am not sure how many children. Something I will probably never be in my lifetime. I can see where she comes from with this. She would probably needs to show some of influence on her family. Now begins an interesting phase where our opponent has befriended one another. I guess it just goes to show what I hate most of those with higher class, they’ll always paint it like some sort of good and evil when in fact it's always somewhere right between. On Thursday of course we have to set our sympathies for one another aside. Even if both of us came from abusive homes and found ourselves happiness through this ring. Each and every single night I will imagine myself in the same ring as her. Although I am pretty sure I am going to lose.”

Kelly grinned.

KH: “Knowing you though, that probably means putting up a good fight!”

A smile finally cracked on Laura's face as she placed her head on Kelly's chest.

LL: “Indeed. I never said anything about that. Especially since we both got our struggles.”

Her arm met and held the arm Kelly had around her shoulders.

LL: “That ring is going to need a new mat once we're done. I am still firm and determined to win, after all when you have some sort of probability, take advantage of it. Hopefully she and I will meet again. Who knows, maybe Alexis and I can start this full weekend of wrestling with a bang. First match of the entire weekend, I can just imagine the situation already. If I can't have the psychological edge in this match, then I might as well aim for the technical edge. Either way, I have a strange feeling that if this is done right, it may very well be the match of the week if Alexis follows her word and is very much keenly interested in this match as opposed to facing off with some random Tara Novah or Aria Jaxon who relies too much on their ego just to get her way to the top. Yet here I am, on her way further than I’d expect. All because I told one person that I wanted to wrestle.”

Kelly chuckled and looked out to the other side of the gym.

KH: “Speaking of which, looks like the ring opened up in the gym. We could practice your arm drags or something.”

Laura got up, a sudden upbeat tone to her attitude

LL: “We can totally do that! Either way I am going to need a load more practice for tomorrow night!”

They both get up and walk off-screen as the camera fades to black.

I didn't want to admit this at first because it isn't something to be proud about but for the longest time I have been holding in thoughts and feelings about a lot of stuff that has been going on in this company. I have kept my mouth shut. I have pretended not to notice a lot of things that have happened right under everybody's noses. I became Sebastian Monroe's puppet. Like I said that isn't something to be proud of which is one of the reasons why it took so long for this day to come. The other reason is that I am obviously too stubborn. I was warned more times than I can actually remember. I was told I was being used by Sebastian Monroe and I didn't listen. He and his band of yes-men are in power right now because of me. That is common knowledge by now, right? Sebastian Monroe didn't have the balls to get rid of the so called "devil" so he bought the loyalty and trust of somebody who did. Of the ONLY one in all of EAW who did. I gave him the power I took from a guy who never should have made it out of developmental but still somehow managed to become chairman thanks to the oh so great Mr. DEDEDE! I gave him a throne to sit on, I gave him a crown to wear around his thick skull, I made his miserable life worth living! I was never rewarded for any of that, was I? No, I sure as hell wasn't. I didn't even get a thank you. And a simple thanks would have been nice enough, I would have been satisfied with a simple thanks. But I didn't even get a simple thanks, I didn't get any kind of thanks. Not even for valiantly fighting the evil forces of Zackary and saving Dynasty Wrestling from eternal damnation!! Many guys in the back disagree. They think all those title shots I got were my reward and they were handed to me. Those title shots were rewards, yeah. That is absolutely true. But they were rewards for all the hard work I have put in all these years! For all the blood, sweat and tears I have shed week in and week out inside the ring! I earned those title shots and I earned the right to call myself WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Whether I am wearing gold around my waist or not it doesn't make much of a difference because I am the champion no matter who has the belt, whether I am the first match on the card or the last I am THE main event! It's because of Sebastian Monroe that people look at me like I'm motherfucking Satan. Sorry, am I not allowed to swear? Probably not but guess what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. FUCK ALL OF YOUR STUPID RULES INCLUDING THE ONE YOU MADE STRICTLY FOR ME. FUCK SEBASTIAN MONROE! He's to blame for me being vilified by every man and every woman that works for this company and for every member of the EAW universe on the face of planet Earth. Maybe it's not completely Sebastian Monroe's fault. I mean, I'm absolutely unbearable as human being, I am a piece of shit, I know I am, but Sebastian Monroe is an even bigger piece of shit than I am! I don't see anybody spreading hate about him. In fact, I just see EVERYONE's lips glued to his ass. I'm kind of hoping and praying that at some point in the future another Zack Crash shows up. Because if that happens again or when that happens again I won't lift a finger to help save Dynasty again. I'll gladly watch as the Dynasty empire gets burned to the ground!I'm sure you've all seen my social media and now you're hearing me speak my mind. I bet you're loving it, aren't you? But I really can't blame you. I can't blame you because for years you've all been cheering for the same old garbage and no, I'm not just talking about Y2Impact as World Champion. And you are used to seeing the same crap on your TV on a weekly basis, you see guys step into the ring with a mic and they make you promises, promises of change. They promise what they promised the week before and the week before the week before. Which is exactly what is needed in this company right now, change. Change is also what you people claim you want, what you clamor for on your little forums everyday, right? Yet when the Y2Impact's and the Mr. DEDEDE's of history win another world title and an unnecessary reign starts you support them! You buy their cheap Pro Wrestling Tees shirts or their generic merch on the EAW shop! You worship them like freaking gods! I don't blame you for finding this whole thing entertaining. It's something new and entirely different to what you see every week on Dynasty, Showdown or Voltage. You don't usually see someone grow some balls and speak his or her mind without fear of what could probably happen later. I honestly don't blame you but it's people like you that make me sick to my stomach! It's because of people like you dumbass fans, the same ones who claim to want change that change never comes! That's yet another reason why I'd rather watch Dynasty burn than help save it again. Unlike the talentless losers we got running around making promises they won't fulfill when I promise change I deliver change. But you people don't deserve change. You deserve the same old garbage you've been getting for like the past four or five years! I have been getting tweets from people telling me that I could jeopardize my job for ranting on social media. Now I am "ranting" in front of EAW cameras. What does that tell you? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I LOSE MY JOB! They won't fire me. Not even if I did something as crazy as killing the president or even Sebastian Monroe himself. Want to know why? Because I am the reason Dynasty became the success it used to be again. I did everything that was asked of me. First they wanted me to be different and to "stand out". They wanted me to "hunt down" my competition. Then they wanted me to act like I buy what I wear from Hot Topic. But today I cut the strings. Starting today I decide what is next for me. Starting today I am the one who makes the rules around here. And starting today I am myself again. How's that for standing out, Monroe? Don't get me wrong here. I'm not saying all this so that a revolution begins and everyone can be happy! I'm not that person anymore. The only happiness I care about is my family's. Being World Champion means I'll be able to keep providing for them and if I keep providing for them they will be happy. Of course you don't always get what you want but I do. Sooner or later I always do. Do you understand that Tig Kelly? I always get what I want. And this time will be no exception. This Friday I'll give you something to be thankful for, Tiggy! I'll take my title shot and you will get to avoid getting in the extreme elimination chamber and miserably failing to survive inside of it. I know what it is like being in the elimination chamber. It's survival of the fittest once you get in there. And you're not the fittest, you're not  fit at all to compete under those circumstances and against opponents like Methuselah and The Heart Break Boy. But I am. I'm more than fit and I am the fittest. So SPOILER ALERT at Road To Redemption 10 

I WILL survive.

Last year around this time when I walked through those doors of Elite Answers Wrestling for the first time, I knew what I was walking into wasn't for the weak of heart. I knew that it would take some time to establish myself. This place was the mecca of wrestling, that much was for certain, and coming in here I was determined to find success no matter what it took. It took some time to find my footing here. During the early parts of my time here I was forced to watch as other guys, very undeserving individuals that were going nowhere, were being given several opportunities to shine over me. Guys like Brayden Cruise and Sephiroth in the beginning. Then later it was guys like Merek Blackfyre, Kerry Eusford, Maxwell Dachs, Piff Fumador. Over and over they were given opportunities to shine. Needless to say they all failed to live up to their empty promises of being the next big thing here in the Land of The Elite. It took some time for the EAW brass to shine the bright light on this Elitist and give him a chance to prove that all that potential he had was not going to go to waste. To this day, and this week even, I've proven over and over and over again how premature all your assumptions, and notions, and predictions have been when it comes to my supposed demise. I appreciate the opportunity to main event Showdown this week against a man with wrestling renowned championship pedigree, a Hall Of Famer, and one of the many pillars of this great prestigious company. However, this week isn't about him. Everyone already knows what he can do. This week is about me, Rex McAllister. Everyone is curious how I'll do with that main event spotlight on me. I'd be lying if I tried to blow smoke up your asses by saying that all my success is the sole reason I'm main eventing this week in place of someone else that perhaps would've been more deserving, because that isn't the case. A huge reason for this sudden placement at the top of the card is due to the opponent I face this week. He's earned the main event spot, and he did it over time by working HIS ass off for years. Let me repeat that for those coming in looking for the big payoff right away. It took this man YEARS to get to where he is at right now. He has played his hand well make no mistake. He’s achieved many accolades, and he did it by focusing on nothing else but the result, and is adored and respected by many. He is in a place I strive to get to, and in time I will get there, mark my words.

Speaking of being determined.Determination. Tension. That's pretty much what I took from this week's Showdown. That seems to be the theme as Road To Redemption gets closer I can see guys on Showdown each trying to assert themselves with each passing day each week. I think it's important to stay hungry and determined, determined to keep whatever momentum each of you may have alive going into arguably the second biggest event of the whole calendar year behind Pain For Pride. Everyone is pretty much showing that intensity that is nothing new around this time of year, believe me it isn't hard to notice. This past week it was real interesting and a major turn of events to see a man like Ares Vendetta, who just a week earlier seemed supremely confident about his situation even as HRDO laid down his next obstacles to him, get rattled by a bunch of whistling. A theatrical display like that was first off childish and petty, and Ares’ reaction to it was even more so petty, and now he seeks answers. Given the personal height of the situation with it being for the world title, and things like putting guys on the shelf always coming back to haunt someone, especially someone like Ares, this is likely to signal the return of a vengeful Brian Daniels playing mind games. It's purely speculation at this point, but if one truly thinks hard they could probably come to that same conclusion. Lioncross is now forced to gear up into his Pain For Pride mode, the same gear that propelled him to victory in the Cash In The Vault match. However, many would put up a valid argument and win by saying that both Tiberius Jones and Lannister individually are better than anything Lioncross saw out of the eight men he competed against at Pain For Pride, and yes that includes yours truly. Lioncross was expected to step up his game after obtaining that briefcase, but it's safe to say this just isn't CWF. EAW is just a whole different ballgame. Lioncross has his work cut out for him. Chris Elite, a determined one I might add, is going to try and do what I tried to last week, and that's try and win himself a spot in the chamber against arguably an even more determined Tyler Parker, who like my opponent this week has a blood fueled rivalry that's pretty personal when it comes to Ares Vendetta. See, if I understand right, Devan. I have a great sense of where your mind is right now. There is tension with you Devan, a lot of it. All the emotions that are running through you right now. I know you feel determined more than at any time since your return at Triple Threat, to take back something you feel you should’ve never lost. That's not all though, Devan. I can tell that even more than that, you have revenge on your mind for what Ares did to you. I have a pretty good idea that from here on out until road to Redemption you will look to set an example, and keep the momentum in your favor going into that chamber. Parker doesn’t have that, nor does Pizza Boy. I fully realize what I am to you, and that's simply cannon fodder. The things I've done so far in my very young career mean nothing to you because in your eyes anything I've done up to this point, is not even a fraction or a microcosm compared to the things you've been able to do in six ½ years. You were me once though, Devan. You were the young, and perhaps brash, upstart that saw everything as if all that glittered was gold once, but you had to learn how everything meshed together yourself. You had to learn many times the hard way that the biggest challenge was often within yourself as you were going out every week trying to show the rest of the wrestling world what you were all about. I'm still at that stage, but sometimes....sometimes things, they come, they mesh together just right at a given moment and when that happens we know how to finish from there. Basically put, Devan, if you make a single mistake, just one, this weekend there might be that moment of clarity where you realize you are one Rex Effect away from the top meeting the inevitable and sudden plunge at the bottom.

A couple of weeks ago, Devan, as I was getting ready to defend the New Breed Championship, I had an interview backstage with Max A. Million. In that interview your name along with other top flight names on this brand came up. I mentioned how I wanted challenges such as this, ones that can make me better as a wrestler and more prepared for the big challenges that will most certainly lie ahead in the future. I didn't expect they would oblige so soon, but nonetheless I'm ready for this weekend, ready to bounce back from the setback of last week, and to show the head brass here on Showdown that they can keep bringing the stiff competition this way no matter who it is, and I'll show them all just what kind of a Elitist they have on their hands. I know this is something you fought against for years, Devan. You had to constantly prove naysayers wrong before you reached the pinnacle at Pain For Pride eight. The Hall of fame at that point was almost a lock. No offense though, Devan, because everyone knows who you are and what you can do. This week is about me, and what I can do when the main event spotlight is on me. If you don't know that you are in for a fight this weekend then you will, trust me. I’ll make sure, that if you win, you that you have to earn everything you get against me. If you happen to question what makes me special I'll show you and everyone else what makes this elitist special, and why you won't forget the name Rex McAllister after this weekend. You've come across millions like me you may say? Perhaps you have. Well, prepare to meet another, and be prepared to defend your status once again.

I'm looking at this for what it is for the time being, keeping things in perspective. This is a one time deal at the moment, and I got to make the statement of the week. This man will definitely try to pick me apart and set some sort of example going into that chamber. For me, Devan Dubian is just the opportunity that I've been searching for to show the Showdown heads my true worth, that I can give them more than what they're accustomed to. So far they know I can outlast a good portion of the under card in the ring with a title to prove that much. If I come through in a big way this week then they at least know that I may be the next star on their brand they look to elevate. I may have failed to get into the chamber match last week, as it wasn't the result that I was looking for, but in spite of that this week just so happens, believe it or not, to be bigger for me than last week. Last week happened, there is no going back. This week? This week the EAW Universe will find out just how much determination this elitist has to get the job done. This week everyone gets to see how strong my resolve and my will actually are, and in the end I will show the wrestling world what supposed cannon fodder can do. I will show that it doesn't matter what you try to say or do to place doubt in me, that I will keep coming and coming until the very end. I'll prove that no matter who it is that you place before me that they can and will meet the same fate as anybody else. More than any of that though, I will show you all why you should never...ever sleep on me, the young upstart.

Amy had made some waves in EAW and after failing to win at Shock Value Amy had to now prove she was here to stay and here to take over the vixens division and this weeks edition of Empire saw Amy pitted against Nicole Fyre someone Amy had met in the ring at Shock Value but now she had to face her one on one in the ring and Amy couldn't be more happier than to prove that the fire in Nicole Fyre was certainly going out and Amy had nothing to lose, she had won her debut match against Autumn Raven and now Amy would keep her one on one record going by defeating Nicole Fyre on Empire.

So with Shock Value over its time to bring the focus back to me, sure Shock Value wasn't the best night for me but it wasn't the worst night, I mean I could of been Erica Ford and could have not only been the first eliminated but tortured by Cleopatra, after Shock Value I'm opinion of Cleopatra has changed, she's mean, evil, sadistic that is the kind of people I associate with so Cleopatra I got you're back if I'm ever of assistance because I will destroy anyone that she wants to put in front of me and that starts this week,  with the destruction of Nicole "the dwarf" Fyre,  by the end of empire she will be erased from EAW once and for all and then maybe then I'll erase all the blonde trash from this dang company, oh yeah Kendra you old hag that means you.

Nicole may go into this match thinking,  oh I'm against Amy the new girl who's won one match but Nicole you see I saw you in the battle royal and I know of the perfect way to beat you, sure you're faster than me because you're a dwarf but that's my point you are small and I am tall I will use my height and overall size advantage to gain the win, you may see me as someone at the bottom of the pile amd yeah for now that may be so, but you see Nicole I am rising the ranks to a title and that means unfortunately for you that you are gonna be pushed even further down the ranks so I can move up and that sadly is a fact, I see why you call yourself fyre because your fast and fire spreads fast but you're also speanking skankness around the locker room, that's why you must be eliminated from EAW, I will initiate that elimination,  heck I may well cause the ultimate elimination of not only Nicole and burn out the fire but I will eliminate all the skanks from this business one vixen at a time until only the nice vixens who are easy to beat remain and then I'll dominant this company and dominate the new era of vixens.

A lot of people view me the same as you probably do Nicole, you see me as just an easy target because I'm a newbie here but I have already proven myself by beating Autumn Raven, you are next on my list and don't get me wrong I think you'll be more of a challenge for me than what Autumn was but that doesn't mean I am not going to beat you, you see sure like I said you'll be harder to beat than Autumn but you're still going to be beat as I may be a newbie but I have trained to wrestle for years and now I am here in EAW and I am going to dominate oh and Nicole you may be a spitfire but after I'm through with you at Empire,  you're fire will be put out, put out for good after I make you tap, tap, tap or if you don't tap I'll force you too after you snap in half, so Nicole I'll see you on Friday and I expect nothing less than you're A game so you best bring it or else you don't stand any chance.

END OF PROMO

VOLTAGE II: BURN IT DOWN.

(Cameras are slowly approaching the suite room that Nathan Fiora resides in.  When the door opens, Nathan is seen sitting down on a ruby red chair with golden handles.  He is more composed than he was before.  A huge smirk begins to crawl into his face.  On the table right to his chair is alcohol and expensive luxuries.  On the table left to his chair, there is blood everywhere and his tack-filled sledgehammer.)

CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.

That was an incredible performance, Nasir.  I’d give you an Oscar for that, but sadly they don’t have one for the best bullshitter. Your words of motivation and giddiness seem so genuine and kind, but let’s be honest here; you’re saying it to help the lack of confidence that you have.  Yes, you heard it here, you despised parasites!  Nasir Capitani is a liar to not only you, but to himself.  The funny part about his whole “I’m going to get the job done” spiel is that it’s based off one match and not the past few months.  Yeah, I’ll admit that Carlos is a little bitch that has his little group of goons doing his dirty work.  You beat Carlos and ended his career.  You beat a bunch of nobodies too; I’m so proud of you.  So what?  Do you want a cookie for that?  If so, I have a few here with your name with it.  You can get some more of them after participating in our match this week!  The issue with you Nasir is that you believe that you’re the shit after taking on some easy opponents that anyone on this roster could beat.  So tell me, have you gotten any important wins against any main event wrestlers here lately?  Actually, let me look that up right now.  It’s processing, give it a moment.  NO!  You haven’t.  What a surprise.  “Well,” many are saying, “Shouldn’t we give Nasir a chance to live up to his word?”.  Sure, give him the chance to do that.  You’re right, your saga is going to continue.  You’re going to do the impossible and win the EAW Title off of the guy who supposedly stole your “opportunity”.  That would probably happen if I wasn’t here to put a stop to everything that you’re doing.  Nasir, I don’t think you know everything about me, so let me reintroduce myself to you.  My name is Nathan Fiora and I’m the most talented performer that you’ll ever end up going against.  I’m the man who held the Hardcore Title for one hundred and five days; yes, I’ve held a title this year, unlike you!  I also helped Voltage win the Divide and Conquer match, with two freaking eliminations!  What were you doing at the time?  Oh, yeah, you were too busy losing to people who were and still are better than you.  That justifies my place in the main event.  Only a few men have defeated me in the course of my career, but the wins were not the easiest to obtain.  I had Y2Impact shocked throughout the match because he didn’t know what to expect from me; I nearly put him out several times.  As far as the Aren story goes, it was not as lopsided as you thought it was.  It was quite the match for myself and the most interesting part that you didn’t mention was that I was able to get a match with the world champion so early into my EAW run.  Does that bother you?  Does it make you afraid?  However, I do admit that I did lose to the champion at the time, but my question is: What did I end up doing afterwards?  I made it my mission to decimate every single person that came in my way.  This will not be any different after my loss to Drastik.  It’s a sad reality that you’re going to be the person that I make an example out of to show that I am not some pushover.  There’s this change that happens to me every single time that I lose...it’s uncontrollable.  My mind goes to the darkest of places and gives me traits that would be considered very unethical.  Let’s give you an example.  Right now, I want to use the ring ropes to choke you to death.  Yesterday, I was thinking of kicking in your face until it became unrecognizable.  What I do on this Sunday will be a Nathan Fiora that you will never want to go up against again.  There will not be any sort of sympathy given to your lifeless soul.  No official and/or referee will be there to save what’s left of you after our encounter.  So, how badly do you want to go up against me now?  I’d say it’s a solid eleven out of ten.  

(Fiora takes a sip of his alcoholic beverage.)

PFFTTTT. WHAT?

Screwed?  You’re talking about being screwed out of opportunities?  At least you got one, unlike yours truly.  I earned the right to go up against Aren for the EAW title after Territorial Invasion, but what happened?  The guys who lost in our match, Y2Impact and Matt Miles, got the opportunities.  Don’t tell me about blatant bias because I’ve never seen something so obvious in my life.  I was the goddamn survivor and I get handed the bone.  This is the kind of bullshit that I’ve had to deal with for the past few months and no one did anything, except for me.  Actually, I started this whole thing with Carlos being a horrendous leader, then you decide to do it too.  Ain’t that the coincidence?  Let’s get back on track, though.  Nasir, you don’t get to talk about not being screwed because I have never gotten the opportunity to even touch the title, which is disrespectful to me and what I’ve done for this company.  You’ve had opportunity and opportunity to prove that you were world champion material and you failed.  You lack the confidence and foundations to even become champion.  You’re talking about waiting to get the title, but no no, that’s not how it works.  The time for me to get said opportunity is NOW.  It won’t be tomorrow; I’m not waiting any longer to capitalize on this.  This EAW title will be coming to my waist in no time because I’m not letting anyone screw me out of this huge opportunity.  My work is going to start here and I’m going to keep my promises on time, baby.  You recognize my talent, Nas, but you keep finding a reason to shut down the facts.  I was in a division with competition, but I simply proved to be the alpha male.  My ego didn’t get in the way; my house was fortified, until I was taken by surprise.  Disaster struck when Drastik cheated his way into the system, just like Y2Impact did, and decided that it’d be okay to burn my house down when I was looking.  Now I begin to rebuild my home, more fortified and menacing as ever.  Your house keeps being destroyed, time and time again, yet you sit around and pout about not getting your way.  This Sunday won’t be any different; you already know how being everyone’s bitch tastes like, so you’ll recognize it after I beat you until you’re nothing but a carcass.  This will just be business, kid; don’t take it personally.  You can look forward to many things after I put you out once and for all.  I heard Aren is busy being a bum on the corner, so you could join him there.  The connection for needed compensation can come back!  As for me, the era of Fiora will continue.  My direction is headed to being the best wrestler in the cosmos.  It’ll be hard for you to be the best of anything after you have no career.  Sure, you could win the complaining award after you just sit around like Carlos for a few years, living through the motions of your new life.  The Nathan Fiora Express doesn’t move backwards; it pushes forward.  You can try your best, but I have everything to prove.  My place in this company will be cemented in this match and I won’t let you waste another opportunity to FAIL.  You will have no right to fight against this system because I’m going to prove one major thing: You’re not bound for glory; you’re bound for self-destruction. 

NOW, EXCUSE ME, I HAVE MORE MEANINGFUL BUSINESS TO TEND TO. CIAO.  

(The cameramen are kicked out by security guards as Nathan laughs at their misery.  Fiora is last seen grabbing the sledgehammer and heading somewhere.)

Voltage #3

Wednesday, 2:31 a.m.


(The scene opens inside a small hotel room overlooking the town of Brookefield, Massachusetts. The the edges of the window's glass frosted from the cold outside, frame the town in a oval. The camera pulls back to show the room's decor. The wallpaper, carpeting, and everything on we're all definitely made in the mid-seventies, and have seen their share of stains, tears, and in some spots of the wood even rotting. The camera pulls back even further and reveals Solomon Caine staring out the window at the small town.)

Caine: "How? How do those who can hear, go about as being deaf? How is it that one can speak in simple terms, and still be greeted with such confusion at their words? I tell you it is Ignorance that is the answer. That most foul form of weakness, the one that has become a breeding ground for all your vanity, all of your ego, and all of your overconfidence that fools you Drastik, into thinking that you could ever hope to stand against the ones who have sent me . I say again that you are ignorant, hell you are ignorance incarnate. I speak to you of the truth, and you were too stupid and vain to hear anything but the sound your own name. I tell you of the coming of my masters, and you speak to me of Eclipse Diemos?! Do you think it is him that I fear?! Do you think that it is he whom I have spoken about to the world?! Again ignorance made clear by all that spews from your rancid, blasphemous tongue. Diemos, he is a means to an end, just as what shall be done to you is a means to an end.

I spoke to you, and told you that I care not for the the praise of filth nor fleeting glories that this earth has to offer, for in time they will all erode to nothingness. No I told you that those who are sending me, that they will not stand for a weakling like you to claim you are strong, and poison the minds of men who are swayed by your deception. They will not stand for such atrocities to continue. That is why the ones who have sent me, have brought you to me here and now that I might remove from you that gold and let the world see you for the deceiver you are.

Do not deny your evil doing. For it has stirred up a great wrath against you. IT IS THEIR WILL THAT YOU BE DECIMATED BEFORE THE EYES OF THE WORLD! It is their will alone, that has placed you before me. It is their will that I would sacrificed you upon their altar. This Sunday I shall carry out that will. I shall do the great works that they have sent me to do. And when I have completed my tasks, all honor and glory shall be theirs, and salvation shall be mine.

But do not be disheartened drastik, for the honor you have been seeking is soon to be yours. The great privilege of being the next to bring about their glorious reign shall soon be what you are remembered for thru out all of eternity. Thank you for presenting yourself to crushed under their feet, thank you for pouring out your blood in their honor. Your sacrifice is most gracious, for when the hour has come, and your body has been destroyed, the prize, the gold that you cling to shall be theirs. And with that gold they will drawn unto themselves more who might serve and be spared. That will be your legacy, and it is one that is far greater than the one most of the other wretched heathens will recieeevvvvveeeee. Oh but be warned now, that should you try to run from that which you have been called for, the punishment shall be never ending.


The misery you shall wallow in, the pain that will pierce you for all of your days, the screams of agony that shall echo out in all of eternity, that is what awaits you should your hear once again be overcome with cowardice, and cause you to flee. If that should be the case, then know now that there is nowhere you can run to that they will not It follow you to. There is no place you could hide that will keep you from being found. And never will sail again for even the wind shall turn against you, and deliver you into their hands.
Hear me well this time drastik. For though you think that all I speak is mere fantasy, I tell you now that it is the truth. I say to you, that they are coming, and at the hour of there arrival they will unleash a great flood of fire that will consume all, even you. They will uproot the foundations of this earth, and remake it to their desire. They will spare the one who has served, and lay to waste all who they have been found as sick. Or inept, or weak. For the presence of those abominations, have corrupted this world and twisted the natural order. Awaken from your slumber Drastik, open your eyes to the truth of the world.

Heed the call of my masters, cast off your wicked desires, and present yourself before their altar. For You see The curse of life is the curse of want. And for you Drastik all that you want has been desired by your ego, by vanity, and by ignorance, to the point that even when you claim that which you desire, you still cannot be satisfied by it. And By the time you have, you have denied your own instinct, you have allowed your mind to be twisted, and made so blind that you may have well as gouged out your own eyes! come now, while you have the chance to do so.

For Time, time is The is the only luxury. And soon, sooner than you know, the time of the wretched heathens shall end. At that joyous hour, how splendid it shall be to witness the power of those who have sent me, being unleashed upon this earth. You doubt me now but rest assured that all of those who have doubted, and blasphemed against my masters, shall cry out in anguish as the flames eat them alive. Tears shall run down the face of even the greatest of these putrid slime, as the fire wilts them away to ASHES! only death and destruction, and agony has been promised to all of the filth like you Drastik. Continue to speak against them, see how it will bring only your downfall! Test them in this matter, that the world may watch as you are proven wrong. Stand against them, and bring down the sword upon your own head.

This Sunday, thru the plans they have set forth upon longer than you could ever hope to comprehend, they will lead you down the path they have chosen for you. They will overwhelm you with their mighty works. They will send pain and misery and misfortune to beset you upon every side! And at the end of ages, when all this has brought you to your knees, you will finally see past the fog of your ignorance, just before you see your ultimate end.

Contemplate, the things I have told you, for they are the word of the ones who sent me. Open you mind to the truth, hold it in your heart. For all of these things they have told me, and they must be so."

(The camera back in on the frosted window before blacking out.)

The end

 





You hear that Marco, and Keelan? HMM? You two, are the soul proprietors of the first crusade. How does that make you feel? As good as a shock collar? Hmmm, now who was it that both of you were against? Oh that’s right that was each other! After such a grueling match, how can you two look at each other the same again? Marco, you lost to this man, he beat the shit out of you, and now you want to shake his hand and act like everythings ok? I don’t know, I feel like that’s kind of pathetic. It wasn’t like a good game, way to go roll up we’re talking about. He beat the shit out of you, he embarrassed you. Let’s look at the tape shall we???? (Ahren puts on the video of the Keelan vs Marco match from this past Saturday) “Marco is being choked out while having to stare across from the people at front row — the same row that his mother is in in! Through his defiance you can still see a look of confliction! Imagine being in her shoes, having to watch your son get battered! God damn, this must have been intentional by Keelan, he’s smiling! These are some admittedly brilliant mind games!

Keelan Cetinich: (without a microphone) Come on, look at her face, Marco!…Look at her! You can stop this, ya know! Say it! Say you quit!


 






































 

The scene opens up in what looks like an abandoned building, probably a rundown store in a bad part of some town. Acheron is seen sitting on a throne of rotting wood and random bones. Beside him are his two female servants each dressed in a bikini top, loincloth, and a skull headdress. The one on his right is holding a staff that is smoldering. Acheron is intently staring into a skull he is holding up to his face. After staring at the skull for a few minutes he looks at the camera.


Everyone wants to be a God..... but Gods don’t do anything. They sit up there and do nothing but judge you. They judge you while you crawl around down here like ants trying to gather enough money to survive all while you’re dying of diseases they could wipe out in seconds. God doesn’t love you….. Lucifer does, and all you have to do is embrace it. Embrace the darkness. Embrace your evil side. Embrace your fears. Embrace his love! But most of you don’t. Most of you go your whole career chasing gold… chasing greatness and you think you did it all by yourself. You think you’re hot shit. But the truth of the matter is that Lucifer could take anything away from any of you at any time he wanted. You win your championships, your contracts, your briefcases, your seven reigns and you ‘thank God’. God didn’t give you that, the Prince of Darkness did. So here I am, sent by the Devil himself straight out of hell to punish you all. I thought he was going to have me punish you all one at a time but it looks like I got a present. I get to play with two toys at once on Showdown. One toy goes by the name Vandiver. He is just as ignorant as everyone else here, but I can fix that. I didn’t come from a padded room. I came from a place much scarier than that. You may not know my name now, but you will. I will burn it into your skull, quite literally. HAHAHAHA. You see, while you are bound by rules and your desire to win I am not. There are no chains on me. I am here to just hurt you. I don’t care if I get disqualified. The beat down you will receive will not stop. It will be so bad that you have nightmares about me forever. And you know what they say, if something is worth doing once then it is worth doing twice. Isn’t it, Armani? HAHAHA….. No one knows how truly screwed you all are….. but you will. Now if you’ll excuse me I saw Shock Value and I can’t let them have all the fun now can I?


Acheron reaches for a shock collar that one of the servants holds out to him and puts it around his neck. The other servant waves around the staff in front of Acheron and smoke starts to fill up the room. Nothing can be seen soon except for smoke and the only thing heard is the sound of buzzing and maniacal laughter ringing out.

Well well well, here we are ladies and gentlemen! A few days post Shock Value and just take a look at how things stand now. I told everyone I was going to get this monkey off my back in the form of Carlos Rosso, and just take a look. Carlos Rosso is a broken man. You know, not only did I beat him like I promised, I did something even worse. I embarrassed him. I made Carlos my literal bitch. And that is not only because I easily bested him in the ring AND throwing even more salt into the wounds forced him to submit to me like the helpless worm that he was. But I also played him strategically. I outsmarted him. I knew he would call for some cheap reinforcements. And of all people Carlos...World’s Most Wanted? Even you could have done better than that man. What happened to J.D. Damon? Probably at the hospital tending to his boyfriend Kenny Drake, but that’s okay. I’m sure I’ll get the chance to kick his head off sooner rather than later. Speaking of opportunities however, it is time to begin thinking forward. My saga with Carlos Rosso is over ladies and gentlemen. Which means that there is only one thing keeping my movement from being pushed into full effect, and that is the lack of the EAW Championship being in my possession. But fret not folks, I have been given the chance to participate in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, which means I basically have my EAW Title match that I should have gotten at Shock Value. And since the Best Wrestler Alive did not get ti take part in HIS right match, the victory instead went to Y2Impact of all people. You know I honestly cannot believe I am saying this but...I think I miss my brother Aren. You see because at least Aren recognized the threat that I am and did not dance around the fact that I kicked his head off the last time he and I shared a ring together. Impact on the other hand refuses to bring up that moment unless Matt Miles is shoving it down his throat. And full credit to Matt he had a hell of a performance in that match. Although it disappoints me that I’m going to have to live with the fact that I never truly got my win back over Aren, or at least my rightful rematch, this is even better. Because now not only do I get to fight against a corrupt, manipulative, power hungry man. Bu I get to face the corrupt, manipulative, power hungry man of the last over half a decade. Y2Impact defines Sunday Night Voltage folks. He was the very first world champion of this show! As he was the very first Answers World Champion! He is also officially Mister Seven Reignz! Very Impressive, Seven times Y2Impact has been Champion of the World. The numbers unfortunately don’t lie folks. However neither does the footage. I beat Carlos in what is going to be his very last match ever. A Ten year career officially put out of its misery by me! The track record I have achieved since Season Ten began or even since returning in April puts me side by side with the best of the best in this company today, and whether you want to admit it or not Impact, that includes you. Face the facts Imp, I am destined to dethrone you. It very well may not come at Road to Redemption. It may not come in 2016. It may not come until Grand Rampage, or even Pain for Pride 10. However I am destined to defeat you and end the mythical seventh reign. And I alone…


Which brings me to Nathan Fiora. You see I could very well have simply been placed into the chamber because well...I deserve it damnit. I am warranted a championship rematch just as much as Y2Impact was. He was cheated out of the title and was just handed it. Now I feel as if I should be handed this chamber spot. It’s only fair business. However I know especially after last Saturday, Carlos is not going to do that. We all know that. He won’t make things easier for me. As a matter a fact I only expect my time on Voltage to get rougher. But I am okay with that. That’s how I want it to be. I want to PROVE my worth. I want to SHOW everyone exactly why I AND I ALONE am the Best Wrestler Alive! For all intensive purposes, Nathan Fiora is one hell of a talent and a man I have been looking forward to facing for months now. His abilities are with the best this brand has to offer and he has all the other tools to back up what he does in that ring. His one issue is a lack of direction now. Nathan has no Idea what he is going to do now. Where he is going to go. You see because up to this point ladies and gentlemen Nathan Fiora has been the Hardcore Champion unchallenged by his division. No one could stop him. Until a certain Hall of Famer came back and set his title run on fire like he did in setting Nathan himself on fire. I am of course referring to Drastik, the new Hardcore Champion. You see Nathan Fiora as a champion was a cut above his division. Many men tried to step to him and all failed before the return of our current champ. Nathan’s head grew due to these circumstances, so he felt he could challenge the big boys. This led to him facing the likes of Y2Impact and Aren Mstislav. Two men who Nathan has used to get into my head this week. Unfortunately for Nathan his arguments fall completely flat when I take them and retort, which I am about to do. Allow me to educate you on my history with these two men AS WELL AS Carlos Rosso who was also brought up in this discussion. First of all, my history with Impact is as simple as this, during his title match with Aren I invaded the arena while under my suspension and I Ethered Impact, I kicked his damn head off. And I costed him an EAW Title win. Of course he made sure to get another match where I could not step in to bring justice to this brand, so he got away with the title. As far as Aren goes, last I checked you only faced him one time where you got beat in one of the most lopsided champion vs champion matches I have ever witnessed, to the point where Aren was literally using you as an example for what he would do to me at Territorial Invasion. Of course we get to TI and naturally, I hold my own far better than you could have in a match I still should have won. And as far as Carlos goes, I am two and zero against him, he is irrelevant, he is as a matter a fact, my bitch so he isn’t even in the discussion. And after this Sunday, you won’t be either Nathan. If you want a championship match, you best try and get a rematch from Drastik, because Y2Impact and the EAW Championship belong to me. You can remind me of all my past failures all you want, but clearly you don’t know me well enough kid. My failures are what fuel me. My aspirations are what drive me forward. What I have yet to accomplish is what push me on. But don’t worry, come Voltage, I’ll make sure to carry you to the main event you THINK you want and the main event I KNOW I deserve.

(A worn out house sits in the corner of a well-built neighborhood. People of the neighborhood are going on with their daily work. Strangely however, while every house has a family living in it, the worn out house seems abandoned. After some hours have passed, a black car comes and stops opposite to the worn out abandoned house. The neighbors take no notice of it. The door opens and a man in a hoodie and dark glasses moves swiftly towards the house. He stops near the door, opens it quickly and goes inside, slamming the door shut)

(Inside the house, the man takes off his hood and glasses, revealing himself to be Mike Showman. Mike takes a deep breath and then moves slowly towards the backside of the house where a pool is located. He takes another deep breath and settles down on a chair nearby. He then puts his hands inside his pocket and takes out two things. One is a matchbox and the other is his mobile phone. He places them in a table nearby and then settles comfortably in the chair. After few seconds of staring at the sky, he takes the match box and starts lighting a match. After few seconds of watching the match burn, he throws the match into the dirty water present in the pool. After few seconds of doing that, he picks up his phone and starts pacing up and down all while talking to himself)

Mike: Damn why hasn’t he called yet? Normally when I fuck something up he calls within minutes. Always up for scoring points in time management my father. Yet, it’s been like days and never once has the phone ringed. I mean, that would be an incorrect statement to make because my phone rang several times because of people who called in to offer their sympathies, the same fake people who are probably laughing behind my back because of my loss. But the phone that mattered, never came. Man I feel uneasy.

(Mike settles down in his chair once again)

Mike: Well technically, it’s not a loss because I was never pinned. It’s a loss for DeLion or his gay partner because they were pinned. It is a loss for Alonzo because he was pinned. It was a loss for Ahren Fournier because fuck Ahren Fournier. I was close, just seconds away from getting that victory. Maero sure won but did he fucking deserve it? Absolutely not. I don’t care about those people who are celebrating his victory because that was nothing but a fluke. I played smartly from the start of the match and till the last three seconds of that match, I was the top prospect and I still am. I am a member of the soon to be dominant tag team in the history of this company. None can stop the combined might of Jon and me, not those dick suckers known as Sanatorium and of course not all those skinny glued together teams who are participating in the tag team tournament. Speaking of which, we may not be included in that tournament but you can bet that we can find a way to win those titles. We always find a way and our plans always work. On Shock Value, both Jon and me were one time the top prospect which goes to show that both of us are among the hottest rookies in this company and the hottest rookies always gets the hottest prize


(Mike gets up once again and starts pacing up)

Mike: But why hasn’t he called yet? Is he furious? Did he not watch the match? Or is it some sort of plan where I get screwed in one way or the other. Damn you Dad.

(The phone beeps to life and Mike ruses towards it, almost falling over because of his pace. He picks the phone up with expectations but soon his expression turns a bit sour)

McAdams (text): Hey man. Listen, we must talk. Meet me at the coffee shop in about half an hour. I got plans

(Mike sighs heavily and shakes his head. He reads the text again and looks at the pool as if trying to make his mind. Finally, his face lights up in a smirk)

Mike: Yes, we have a lot of planning to do.


(Mike takes his phone and exits the house in a swift pace. He enters his car and drives away. The neighbors as usual do not take notice and do their own usual work. The only thing that has changed is the fact there are three burnt matchsticks that float harmlessly in the pool of dirty water)