Reckless Wiring II: Renaissance

Nobody wishes to admit that they are at death's door, but I came to terms with the fact that I was a long time ago. Do you want to know how I am still here after seeing the face of death itself? Because I had balls big enough to confront it. I didn't knock on death's door, Jamie, I broke down the damn door. I walked into the house of death and I burned it to the ground. I overcame death. I'm still breathing, my career remains intact and my thirst for vengeance is unquenchable. I'm not glorifying my career, I am professing that it won't perish. If it hasn't yet after everything I have been through it never will. Admittedly, there was a point in time where I felt tortured, scourged both mentally and physically. I was desperate, that's something I couldn't hide no matter how hard I tried. The pain I felt was overwhelming. I was completely hopeless and filled with grief. I became engulfed in shadows. I felt something in me starting to change. I felt like I was being deprived of my humanity. I was facing my strongest adversary yet. I was at war with myself, I am my own worst enemy, I have always been my own worst enemy, but I never realized it until I nearly destroyed myself. I killed what was killing me. My insecurities, the uncertainty I had for my future, and the hesitation to do what I had to do to achieve survival.  Maybe my career hasn't been successful enough to receive any form of exaltation but my story and journey to keep it alive certainly has been, Jamie. We all started from the bottom and that is something you seemingly forgot about. Of course I'm back at the bottom, where everything starts for everyone while you sit at the top. I've been down this road before. My history, Jamie, is PROOF that I CAN get to the top again. Your history shows that if you ever or rather WHEN you fall from grace you WON'T recover. You're so used to success, you are such a prosperous elitist right now. You don't know how it feels to be someone like me. Even if you did you must have forgotten. You don't have the slightest idea how to survive in a position like mine. You will fall from grace, at some point we all do. What goes up must come down, Jamie. And It's not about staying at the top because nobody ever stays at the top. We all fall down like I said, we all mess up and have to start over, it is inevitable. It's about having the will and the determination to get to the top when you're at the bottom. I have the will and I have the determination, Jamie. No matter how many times I hit the ground I get back up, I always do. You're stupid if you think I am fine with being looked at as a failure for all eternity. You're insane if you think I am not going to fight once more for the respect of these people, to show the world that this is MY jungle. I'm the king of the jungle, I call the shots around here. The hope I had for myself, for my future, and the legacy I wanted to leave behind may have died. But I assure you it's been restored, reborn not as hope. Rather as FAITH. I have faith in myself for once and I promise you that you will fail to destroy it just like you failed to destroy my career. Men like me, Jamie, with motivations as powerful as mine, are very dangerous. You don't get that now but trust me, once I end this at Reckless Wiring you will understand what I'm saying.


Now tell me... Are these "bullets" you speak of shot with a tranquilizer gun? Because I really feel like taking a nap right now. Ironic, huh? I've heard you take shots at guys like Nasir Moore for being unoriginal yet you opt to spew out the same cheap words you spoke months ago, the same cheap words Jacob Senn spoke to me last year and the same cheap words I hear from pretty much every man I step into a ring with. You're not saying these things because they are factual, you are saying these things because you don't know what else to say to me. You're out of ammo, mighty King of Bullets. Thankful? You want me to express gratitude towards you for paying me attention? I never wanted your attention, Jamie. I don't need this at all. Believe me when I say this I got much bigger fish to fry, but you messed with me, you stuck your nose in my business. I tried being patient but you know by now I'm not a very patient man. Even for the most patient of men patience runs out for. I did something monumental weeks ago, something that will change Dynasty forever. You saw it, the other guys in the back saw it, the masses saw it. A mere handshake is inconsequential, yeah, but it wasn't a mere handshake. You see it that way. However,  the reality is the moment I shook Sebastian Monroe's hand and became Head of Security I changed the course Dynasty was headed in. Many thought it was all set in stone for me, that I would never be seen around here again and guys like you would take over MY jungle. That wasn't the case obviously. I wouldn't be here if it was, would I? Either way I don't need to do anything to convince you I'm deserving of facing you... Seriously, who the hell do you think you are? Why do you think so highly of yourself? What have you done to make you feel like you're superior compared to everyone else? Sure, you've been somewhat successful. You've had the money, the fame, the glory and of course the women. Although I don't know if the woman really counts because probably everyone in the Showdown locker room has had Cam. Bottom line is though, you've done great things, I can't take that away from you, but do you frankly believe yourself to be the best in the world today? Whether you believe yourself to be the best or not the truth is you are not.  I'm not the best either but damn it I should be in the top ten. I have fought, I have scratched and clawed to prove I belong in the top ten. Sooner or later I will get my rightful spot back. I always do. 


This is my renaissance, Jamie. You can try to make it seem like my career ain't worth shit as much as you'd like. No matter what you say or do, no matter how persuasive you consider yourself to be, I am sure of the value my career has. I know how much of a valuable asset to this company I am. And I know how important and symbolic my journey is. Nothing will change that. Not words, not actions,  not anything. I've realized how good I am at last. I called you overrated, didn't I? Well, I am the absolute contrary of overrated. I'm underrated and it's always been like that. Even when I was World Champion I was still underrated, my true worth still wasn't recognized after I won the big one. It will be at Reckless Wiring. Even if it still won't and you manage to beat me, even if I lose a potential shot at the big belt that's been eluding me for so long, I will use the Grand Rampage opportunity to my advantage and finish what I started last year. Jamie, you don't dictate what is real or what isn't when it comes to my career and myself. You don't dictate a damn thing here. Saying I am not a headliner or implying it is ridiculous because I have proven I was born to main event shows like Pain For Pride, Road To Redemption and all the other major and even the minor events EAW has produced.  I have what it takes to be a World Champion and I proved that in 2014 when I faced the likes of Extreme Enigma, Starrstan and even your old tag team partner whom by the way I defeated twice. I proved it in 2015 when I faced arguably one of the greatest of all time Y2Impact, another all time great Mr. DEDEDE, The Heart Break Gal, Zack Crash. I proved it last year when I dominated Scott Oasis at Pain For Pride to FINALLY be crowned World Heavyweight Champion. And I continue to prove I am World Championship material every single time I step into the ring. I'm not the most successful elitist in history, I acknowledge that. But I am not the biggest bust in history either unless you count BUSTING my ass my entire career for this place. You're nobody to dictate my fate, you're NOBODY to determine what is next for me. You're not the first man I encounter who seems to think he's some god and you sure as hell won't be the last, but I'll have you know that the previous man who wanted to play god with my career got his ass handed to him.  You will suffer the same fate.


I never said I wasn't responsible for all of my failures. That's some preconceived notion you have, pure speculation or just a load of crap you decided to say to capture people's attention because you  got no more material left. I know I partially am responsible for my misery, Jamie. I'm no saint. I've made mistakes, I messed up many times in the past. But I always atone for my transgressions sooner or later and I always show at the end of the day that I am the face that should be on all the posters, the promotional t-shirts, the EAW calendars, collector cups whatever they sell on the site. I've remained loyal to EAW for years and years of my life. Even when I was overlooked and my credentials were diminished by people in high positions. This was always home to me and it always will be. They know this but they still held me down and they still held me back. They actually did. The main reason I even got opportunities was because everyone the management put their trust in and wanted to see succeed ended up packing their backs and riding off into the sunset. I didn't get any opportunities because I deserved them. I did deserve everything I ever had, but they didn't care whether I did or not. They gave me opportunities because I was the last of a dying breed, the only man who's willing to be here through thick and thin, even in the darkest of days. I'm no hero, Jamie. And I'm not trying to be one. I'm just a man who got sick and tired of guys like you getting in the way of his path to glory and disrespecting his name. 


According to you I'm in the predicament I am because I suck. I'm not talented enough, I'm not talented enough yet I've established dominance over iconic figures of this company like Mr. DEDEDE and the former Mercenary Y2Impact. I have established myself as an ascendant force in confrontations with talent such as Xavier Williams. Have you ever even beaten Xavier Williams? Perhaps you have but not under the circumstances I have. I have walked into a Steel Cage with Xavier Williams and I conceived a hell on Earth that night. I have beaten him as I told you before so it's safe to say the mighty do kneel. I still don't get you, Jamie. If you were so sure this was going to be such a waste of time, why did you mess with me? You've heard stories of me. Obviously not the ones you needed to hear because you were hellbent on hindering my progress in EAW and stopping me from reclaiming my World Heavyweight Championship, you didn't know there would be repercussions for that. You thought I was like all the other elitists that dwell within the land of elite. You thought I would let you walk away after what you did. You were gravely mistaken. Every dictionary defines a "loser" as someone who always loses. But to me the term "loser" should be used differently. It should have a different meaning. To me someone categorized as a loser is someone who's garnered enough strength to inevitably transform into a winner. We all lose sometimes, Jamie. Some more than others. I've suffered more losses than you. That's something we can both agree on. And that makes me powerful. Every single loss I have faced has made me better, has helped to hone my craft and excel in every facet of this sport. I continue to get better through the passage of time, I constantly show signs of improvement and ZERO signs of stopping my progress. I don't belong in your league. You're absolutely right on that. I belong in a league of my own. I'm motivated, determined, solely focused on getting back on track. Pain For Pride is a few months away so if you think I am going to throw this opportunity down the drain and waste it like I wasted many others you've got another thing coming. I've come way too far to allow someone like you to eradicate everything I was supposed to ALWAYS symbolize. This isn't just about future title shots, Jamie. This is about much more. What is at stake here isn't just the possibility of obtaining a title shot. I think you know that very well. If I was willing to do anything to become Champion just imagine what I am willing to do to you or to myself to get the title back.

You're fucked Jamie O'Hara.

Lucian Black wrote:

Reckless Wiring I: Lazarus
Have you heard the story of the Raising of Lazarus, Jamie? I've never been much of the church type I must admit, but I've heard some of the stories spoken at church. These stories many more have transcended generations and generations but there is one in particular that always intrigued me: The Raising of Lazarus or the Resurrection of Lazarus. The story goes that Lazarus of Bethany, a friend and disciple of Jesus Christ was so ill he was at death's door. Once, an urgent message came from Bethany to Jesus: His friend Lazarus had become ill, and his sisters Mary and Martha wanted Jesus to come and heal him. Jesus then puzzled his disciples and friends. He started by telling them that the illness would not lead to death; rather, it would be for God's glory. Jesus stayed two days where he was instead of going to Bethany to see Lazarus. During Jesus' delay , Lazarus succumbed, but Jesus told his disciples that Lazarus was not dead but in a deep slumber and that he would wake him up. The disciples were under the assumption that Lazarus was asleep in a literal sense. When they arrived at Lazarus' home in Bethany, they found Mary and Martha overwhelmed by grief, they were deeply affected by their brother's death. Lazarus was buried four days earlier. Jesus didn't make it in time. They were confused and frustrated, but their faith in Jesus remained unscathed. Everything became crystal clear the moment Jesus did something nobody was expecting. He went to Lazarus' resting place and raised him from the dead.

Now you've heard the story of the Raising of Lazarus, Jamie. You're probably asking yourself what biblical writings have to do with us, especially this one. The story I just told doesn't seem to be relevant to either of us. However, it is. It is much more relevant to us than you think. Faith can move mountains or so they say, Jamie. Mary and Martha had so much faith in Jesus Christ, even after he allowed their brother to die. It is because of faith that Lazarus was risen and he lived again. I have faith, Jamie. Not faith in Jesus Christ, God or whoever or whatever sits upon a pedestal in the heavens above. I have faith in myself. For me to still be around after all these years performing at such a high level is almost unfathomable, especially with the circumstances that circled my ever so colorful history in the land of elite. The source of my vigor and my tenacity has been a subject of constant speculation for years now. I have prevailed, I have survived every single obstacle that could have been possibly thrown in my path because I have FAITH in myself. I've been left for dead, Jamie, more times than I recall. Dead or alive I always rise again when I get knocked down, much like Lazarus. The only difference between Lazarus of Bethany and myself is I rise on my own. I have never needed anybody's assistance to recover from a single loss I suffered! I always rise again on my own merit!

... Your perception of who I am couldn't be more erroneous. Jamie, I didn't challenge you for the reasons you believe I challenged you. Have you even thought about why I challenged you in the first place? From your perspective I am standing between the World Champion and yourself. What you constantly miserably fail to realize is that I don't need to stand between you and the World Champion. Why would I? If I truly wanted to stop you from becoming champion I would have as soon as I became Head of Security. I hold the power in the palm of my hand to ensure you never wrestle for that championship belt and I have refused to use it, I refuse to ever use it. I just don't care what your aspirations are, I could care less what your future plans are for the Dynasty brand and the World Heavyweight Championship. None of that is of any relevance to me. I challenged you because YOU are the one standing between the World Champion and MYSELF. You have been for months. Oh, don't tell me you have forgotten? You have such a short memory. Months ago you attacked me like a coward, like the little bitch you've always been. You delivered an onslaught, you inflicted pain upon me in the most weak fashion imaginable. You couldn't look me dead in the eye and challenge me to a match, you couldn't even call me out in the ring where real men settle their differences, no, you had to attack me backstage while I was in a vulnerable state because you knew that I was too great of a threat to you and your dreams of being World Champion again at my full potential, at 100%. Unsurprisingly, several weeks ago you made yet another futile attempt at ending my career. I was willing to forget about this. I was willing to walk way into the sunset and forget you ever did the things you did to me. But you had to stick your nose in my business again. I'm not a patient man. I was patient nonetheless. But whatever patience I had is long gone. It vanished into thin air. This pebble has been in my shoe long enough. You've been like a mosquito buzzing in my ear all these months. I'm sick and tired of this and I am sick and tired of you thinking you can do as you please with Dynasty and it's elitists. You don't own Dynasty, you don't own ANY of us. You need to learn your place in the pecking order. There's only one man at the very apex of the pyramid, the hierarchy of Dynasty Wrestling and that man is ME. With or without the World Heavyweight Championship I AM THE CHAMPION OF THIS BRAND. I'm the king waiting to be crowned who has decided not to wait another second and claim his rightful crown by himself. I've waited long enough, Jamie. It's time I put you in your place once and for all and show you the repercussions of your actions.

Do you believe yourself to be worthy of being World Champion again, Jamie? I'm not questioning your skill and ability. As a matter of fact I think you have what it takes to be the representative of Dynasty as it's World Champion, you are one of the best in the world without a doubt, but do you HONESTLY believe you are deserving enough of that championship belt? You've created this illusory image of yourself and this fantasy, what you live is but a deception, kid. You view yourself as this superior force, you deem yourself something like a God among men, you think this is all yours. The Dynasty brand, the World Championship, our careers for you to play with as toys and you are severely mistaken, Jamie, because none of this belongs to you. Your're living in a world that isn't real. In the real world this is all MINE. Dynasty, the World Heavyweight Title, EVERYTHING is rightfully MINE! I earned it... And that is the cruel, CRUEL reality, Jamie. Some people may disagree with me. Some people look at you and they do see a wrestling God. Their opinion, however, isn't necessarily always something factual. Which is something you obviously don't quite get. Truth be told you are not worth as much as they think you are. You are the embodiment of everything the word "overrated" represents. You are good, you are great. That can't be denied, but I've witnessed the arrival and the departure of individuals like you many, many times before. I can't pinpoint the exact quantity of times I've seen the person you are so desperately trying to be before. Surprised is the less I'll be feeling when I hear you call me a failure in your response to the words I am uttering in this very moment. I can't wait to hear you talk about how many "personalities" I have because it will amuse me, it's going to be so pathetic it will amuse me. I hear that all the time, Jamie. I've heard it from you before and I'm something tells me I will hear it all again. You don't know what originality is, your material is recycled garbage. Recycled garbage men I have crossed paths with before have dared to spew. What humors me the most is the fact I am always the same man. Regardless of the disguise I don, the man using it is always the same. The personality is always the same as well so it is blatantly absurd to say I have a plethora of personalities. My motives tend to alter through the passage of time, that I can't refuse. But that is human nature, to change. Things change, life tends to work that way. There's nothing intelligent you can use against me, Jamie. Just like your persona your material is generic. Those monotonous words you spoke don't even offend me and I'm pretty sure that was the goal. If anything you just motivate me with the things you say. You're adding fuel to the fire dwelling in me and you're too stupid to notice it. 

You embarked on a crusade to obtain opportunities a year and a month ago you say. I spent nearly a decade busting my ass, week in and week out just for them to notice me. Once I was noticed, once I was finally noteworthy enough in their eyes to receive championship opportunities I took advantage of the opportunity I got at Pain For Pride last year. I seized the moment and cemented myself as pivotal figure in Dynasty and ALL of EAW. I made history, Jamie. I lost my title, I was deprived of my title by Jacob Senn not long thereafter but I made an impact, Jamie. I won the most illustrious prize in our sport in the most dominant way a championship has EVER been won at Pain for Pride or any major event this company ever had! I think I deserve a rematch for that alone. There is a very strong possibility the winner of our match will be declared number one contender. Do you know what that means, Jamie? If you beat me you will get what you've wanted for a year and a month. If I beat you or WHEN I beat you I get the chance to finish what I started last year at Pain For Pride and finally realize the dream I've had not for a year and a month, not for nearly a decade but for my entire life. I get the opportunity to demonstrate the powers that be they were wrong about me. I'm not as good as they thought I was... I'm far BETTER. I'm not being arrogant, this isn't arrogance. I'm being real, THIS IS ME FINALLY REALIZING MY VALUE. I'll make sure they realize my true value too this Saturday when I finally shut you up and whoop your ass like nobody ever did it before. Without you I wouldn't be able to do this. Without no stepping stone you simply can't jump onto bigger stones. So for that I am thankful. I'm glad you messed with the wrong guy and tried to end me. But let me tell you something, Jamie. Enough is ENOUGH. You will regret everything you did and you will regret it until your dying day. 


I shook the devil's hand. I became everything I always vowed I'd never be. I did it all for a reason, Jamie. A powerful reason. Soon, we shall see whether I am the 
puppet... or the puppeteer. Regardless what events transpire at Reckless Wiring, whether I walk out of that arena victorious or you figure out a way to stop me you will always be known as the man who tried to end me but failed. Not once, not even twice... but THRICE. What the world says doesn't matter to me. It's MY world after all. You're used to seeing weakness when you look into the eyes of your enemies, but that is something you won't be seeing in my eyes come Saturday. You're used to seeing remorse in your enemies eyes. You won't see any in mine. Because, Jamie, I don't seek catharsis, I don't want any of my feelings or emotions purified. I'm embracing all of that so I have no mercy upon your soul. Why should I have compassion for you anyway? You never had any for me. You should have thought twice before walking into the lion's den.

Fixed

Forgive me father for I have sinned.
 
I made no mention of making my leave if I were unfortunate enough to leave without the World Heavyweight Championship at Reckless Wiring, but our GREAT champion has managed to decipher the code within my message. I am certainly going to hang my head and leave with my tail tucked between my legs! I'm going to throw away a career that so many could only dream of achieving! Screw the fact that I didn't need anyone to overcome the monster that sends chills down the spine of every other name in this business, even when he had someone else doing everything she could to turn the tides into his favour! Screw the fact that I've done nothing but overshadow every attempt our World Heavyweight Champion has made to prove that he's the man that should be standing at the top of Dynasty! I'm a quitter! I'm going to throw it all away! All because of you, Jacob! You did this! You're the slayer of Xavier Williams! You're the man that's going to finally drive that stake through the cold, black, egotistical heart of the man that you've never successfully beaten on multiple attempts! And why? AND WHY?! Because Jacob Senn said I would. You're trying too hard to reach too far into the things that I'm saying; trying to find a hidden message to it all. I did say that if I were to lose at Reckless Wiring that I had no other opportunities to grasp onto another World Championships due to the lengths that I had to stretch to obtain this one, but I never once indicated that I would make my leave. I never would have had my sights set on the exit door. I would just be forced to accept the things that could have been and do my best to thrive off of the things that I could still grasp onto. But again, in your eyes, I'm wrong. You know Xavier Williams better than I know myself. You know the things that are going to be running through my mind before they already are. You know the moves that I'm going to make before I've made them, right, Jacob? You know everything that's going to happen at Reckless Wiring. Jacob Senn finally beats the name he wants to overcome more than any other! Jacob Senn finally gets the recognition that he has deserved in his mind for years! Reckless Wiring is going to be it. Jacob Senn is going to get everything he wants; finally considered the man that should be in the position that he is!
 
Do you know what it actually is, Jacob? It's not confidence. It's not arrogance. It's nothing close.
 
It's hope. It's the hope that you can actually do the one thing that you never have.
 
It eats you up inside. My success; the things that I've managed to do throughout the last three and a half years - you hate it. You were finally breaking through the glass ceiling that stops so many when I was making my first steps through the doors of Elite Answers Wrestling. You were poised to become a huge star - but with every step you took, I took two. Every time you inched closer to what you wanted, I moved miles closer to you. What happened when I finally caught you, Jacob? Did you pick up your game to the standard that I continuously kept? Did you finally start making the strides that I did? Of course you didn't. You held the standard that you always had and I ran straight past you. I turned the EAW Championship into what it should have been and not what it was while it was on either Diamond Cage’s or your shoulder. I walked into multiple main event level matches at the biggest show of the year. I kicked down the door of the Hall of Fame and took my rightful place in it. You had months to catch up. You had months to prove that Jacob Senn deserved to stand on the pedestal that I had built for myself, but you couldn't. You couldn't come close. That's why I took the attention of the World. That's why people placed more attention in what I was doing against Methuselah than they did while you stumbled your way through the Heart Break Boy. That's why you try so hard to find some form of positivity in the things you've done through this reign of yours. I beat the Heart Break Boy - no matter the circumstances! I beat him! I retained in that Elimination Chamber - no matter the fact that it was off the hard work of the people standing around and against me! I did it! Look at me, guys! Take me seriously! Take Jacob Senn seriously! Please! For the love of god, take me seriously! But nobody ever does. Nobody ever sees Jacob Senn in a better light. Nobody pushes Jacob Senn up their totem pole in this company. Instead, they roll their eyes as they wait for the next form of bullshit to come. A cycle that's never going to end, but you'll try your hardest to prove me wrong.
 
But, you never will.
 
I can take some some admiration in the fact that you've taken pride in the things that you've done as champion - I took a whole lot of pride in what I did to Jamie O’Hara two years ago when I screwed the man out of the Cash in the Vault briefcase that you once loathed Zack Crash for holding and cashing in on the same show. I understand the mentality of doing what you must to keep hold of what you cherish, but once it's gone and you look back at it all - you're never happy. It all begins to run through your mind; was it really worth it? Was that the champion that I should have been? You stand there and talk about how you're the champion that the championship deserves, whether anyone really believes it or not. Who are you trying to convince, Jacob? I know how cliché this is going to sound, but Jacob, are you trying to convince me or yourself? Do you honestly believe that this mediocrity and disdain is what the World Heavyweight Championship deserves to sit in - or does it deserve to be rebuilt into the mastodon that it once was? This championship should be the absolute pinnacle of not only this brand, but this company as a whole, but isn’t. Why is that, Jacob? Whose shoulders does the blame fall onto? Lucian Black’s? Scott Oasis’? Unfortunately not, because if you were as great of a champion that you believe you are, it wouldn’t be caught in the same rut, would it? I reentered this company with the intention of doing things for myself and myself only, and I know that perhaps I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help myself. I want that World Heavyweight Championship because it brings reason for the things that I put myself through to get back here. It’s the reason for pushing myself harder than I ever have to recover from an injury faster than anyone thought humanly possible. But, now it’s more than that. You talk about what the championship deserves, and after Reckless Wiring it will finally have what it does. It’ll finally have something that can rebuild its worth. It’ll finally have something that will recreate it into the centrepiece that it should have always been. In your hands, Jacob, that World Heavyweight Championship is second rate, but in mine? In my hand that championship immediately becomes priceless.
 
All eyes go from who should be champion to who is the champion in an instant.
 
That’s what everyone wants, right? People might not agree with my actions at King of Elite, but they know who should be sitting on that throne, Jacob. They know who should be looking down at those who are biting at their ankles trying their hardest to get to the position that they want to be. It’s not Jacob Senn. It’s not TLA. It’s not Jamie O’Hara. It’s not Lucian Black. It’s not Methuselah.
 
It’s Xavier Williams.

And, Jacob, at Reckless Wiring - the World Heavyweight Championship will finally have the champion that it actually deserves.

It’s almost like stealing candy from a baby.  The most simple of things can distract Ryan Marx and the most foolish of acts can catch the attention of you idiots.  It’s mind boggling how gullible some of you are.  It’s so stupid it’s entertaining kind of like most of the talent on Showdown.   Just like Ryan you guys are so easily distracted by the littlest of things.  Ryan yet again distracted by outside interference instead of being focused on the task at hand allowing me to defeat him for the THIRD time.   Than you idiots we call the EAW Universe distracted by the fact you hate JJ a lot more than you hate me allowing to look like the good guy.  I mean just a couple of weeks before that I was telling a man to kill himself if he didn’t win the match.   You guys… It’s disgusting, this is the type of shit that allows me from bringing kids in the world that and having to help Big Mike deal with his baby momma drama.  The point is I’ve pandered to you guys for months calling myself nicknames like the “Humble Beast” just so you can cheer my name and that’s exactly what you did.  You guys believed for once I can be some humble good guy idiot.  I don’t know how guys like Matt Ryder, Nas and etc.  Can do it on a daily basis and actually mean it.  
 
Speaking of Matt Ryder my second round opponent this week on Showdown.  It looks like I’m going to have to crush yet another dream on Showdown this week.   Matt this is supposed to be your breakout moment this is when you are supposed to take control and get yourself a world title shot against Lannister…  Than you ran into me, you are the fan favorite in this tournament, you are the one pandering to these fans and unlike me you mean it!  You actually need this crowd behind you, you need that support Matt because without it you are nothing.   That’s why I’m going to make sure the fans don’t even get a chance to get behind you.  I find it hilarious how you guys mock me, for my failures and what I’ve failed to do in my career here in EAW yet ignore Matt Ryder and the lack of what he has done in his career.  I mean sure he’s done a little bit more then I have but he hasn’t done as much as you would think.  With the way you guys back him up and support him.  Big Mike was showing me some things online and I see a lot of you assholes talking about how Matt Ryder is going to knock some sense back into me.   Knock some sense back into me?!? How about just so I have some competition this week on Showdown we make it Chris Elite with Big Mike accompanying me versus Matt Ryder and everyone that thinks he’ll beat me.  HELL NOT EVEN THAT, WOULD BE ENOUGH COMPEITION!  Earlier I was speaking about things that are mind boggling and if you don’t mind I’d like to go back to that topic because of how much it relates to what I’m talking about now.  Mind boggling that you guys think Matt Ryder is going to step in that ring and beat me.  Mind boggling that this man thinks he even deserves to step in the same ring with me.   Oh how quick I’m going to make him second guess that.  I was talking to Ryan Marx last week about careers being on the verge of suicide and you know I wish I would have known earlier my opponent would be Matt Ryder because I would have saved that line for him.  Well I honestly don’t give a damn I’ll use it again anyway.  Matt Ryder after you lose this you will be on that same verge I said Ryan would be on, when I say this time though it’s actually accurate.  With Ryan he’s still young and it seems like he’s about to have a title shot handed to him anyway. 
 

Matt Ryan though? He’s not as young and I doubt he’ll ever have anything handed to him because if he ever did I’d be right there to snatch it.  Just like I’m going to snatch that Semi-Final spot that everyone claims he has already right from under him.  For you fat bastards who sitting in their parents basement claiming such a thing prepare to eat you’re hot wings covered in tears as you watch me advance to the Semi-Finals and watch you’re hero lay there lifeless not doing what you thought he would.  Than let the process continue every time you tune into a match of mine on Showdown and every time you expect someone to defeat me than they fall the same way Matt Ryder will.  Another tournament round, another crushed dream by the hands of Chris Elite.

(The camera shows David Davidson arriving backstage at the Tokyo Dome. He has his title resting on his left shoulder and is rolling his luggage with his right hand. He has a…count it, not one, not two, but a THREE piece suit for this special occasion. After about fifteen seconds David stops walking and looks at this giant empty space backstage and is puzzled.)

David: Where oh where is The R.A.D. Betting Agency door and stoop, cameraman? Answer me this. 

Cameraman: Oh, it should be here in about ten hours. It's not exactly easy to move those things overseas. We gave you an awesome comfy business chair though. 

(David takes off his shades in a very dramatic way)

David: Well then, I hope you realize that this is my worst nightmare. Nothing can top this. It's impossible. 

???: DAAAAAAVVVVVID! DON’T WORRY I AM HERE! 

(David turns around and sees that annoying interviewer that only seems to interview The High Rollerz coming his way. He has his arms extended out, looking for a hug. David takes his luggage and pushes it towards him, knocking the interviewer down, whose name shall never be revealed.)

David: •Heavily breathing• You all saw that! He was coming right at me! That was self-defense. I coulda died. 

Interviewer: Owwwww I think I have a torn ACL! 

David: Nah, walk it off. Or better yet, just drink a bottle of Robitussin. You'll be fine. 

(David looks at the chair and sits down with his title still on his shoulder. He rocks back a little bit and spins around, just testing the chair like Goldilocks and the Three Bears.)

David: Meh, I guess this will do. Well hello Dynasty!! I'm sure you already know this, but you are certainly no Showdown. Whether it's from a talent standpoint or just the overall level of professionalism, the blue brand reigns supreme in all areas. That's not just my opinion by the way… it's actually a fact! Because you see, I've been on Dynasty before. Back when it was its own company after Lucian Black let us all down at Pain for Pride. What was that, about two years ago? Sure, sounds about right. And the way things were ran back then was just one gigantic mess and well, I guess some things never change. So here we are, on your soil, defending our EAW Unified Tag Team Championships! And I for one cannot wait until I get to leave this brand once more with my title still in my possession and fly back home. I'll also probably have to take five showers to get that Dynasty filth off of me, but I digress. You see, I realize the situation we are in. The reason why I am so comfortable with trashing Dynasty is because I know that come Saturday, everybody in this arena will be cheering for us to lose, whether it is the fans or the Dynasty elitists themselves. I mean let's face the facts, Dynasty is in a dire need of new titles. The same could be said about Voltage. Showdown owns roughly half of the titles in EAW and that is counting Empire. But you know what, Dynasty? You might get your wish at Reckless Wiring. You might add two titles! 

(David looks down at his championship before resuming)

David: But it won't be this one nor will it be Jack’s. Your best bet will be for The Heart Break Boy to dethrone Devan Dubian or for one of your mystery Dynasty elitists to put an early end to that redneck’s New Breed reign. But this bundle of joy is staying with me, like I said. However, I guess I could see why some ignorant folks would think we would lose come Saturday. Just to be clear, it has nothing to do with our competition, but rather, exhaustion. In a span of a month and a half, The High Rollerz became the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions and are already on title defense number two. No other champion has that kind of hectic schedule. And I…I wouldn't have it any other way. It's no secret that The High Rollerz enjoy being in the limelight. The attention, the exposure, the praise, the extra FPV paycheck, the women, these titles…we deserve it all and than some. Besides, we don't get exhausted. We are world class athletes people, get it through your thick skulls! So long story short, there isn't a single team in EAW today that is capable of taking these away from our tight grips. Quote me on that. 

And yes, that includes you, The Knights of the Dawning. So I guess this is the part where I entertain the idea of you two having a shot at winning these belts. I did it when I addressed Matt Squared, followed by Stuffed Crust, so I guess I can pull off the hat trick. I mean, this is what it's all about right, entertainment? After all, us elitists and vixens often demand five to ten minutes of camera time to get the people interested in our matches, whether it is for a weekly show, or FPV. That's why we see so many people spew total bullshit on a daily basis. It's because every elitist and vixen try to standout with their own “unique” style. But most of them fail to hit the mark with their half assed philosophies or these “deep” messages and meanings. Like nobody cares. Stop pussyfooting around the reason why you are talking in front of a camera in the first place. Yeah, it's rant time, buckle up! I mean, it's just so tiresome to listen to so many people decide to start out with something like, “In life, we face many trials and tribulations. In our darkest hour, when all the cards are stacked against us, with our backs against the wall, its then when we learn more about our true selves.” The reason why they try to go above and beyond with their words is because everything we say, including myself, could be summed up in one sentence. “I am better than you, so therefore I believe I will win.” That's pretty much what this all boils down to. But where is the fun in that, right? The fans want to see heated exchanges. They want to see bad blood boil over! It's all about drama nowadays. Thank you “reality” shows, but I digress. So today, while on my plane ride, I listened to Kelly Hackenschmidt just chirp and chirp away, which is something I regret if I'm being honest. I could have used my time more wisely, but being the professional I am, I endured the torture of my eardrums wanting to burst due to the nails on a chalkboard that is Kelly Hackenschmidt’s voice. So I guess you guys actually believe you are Knights, huh? I thought it was just a team name, but it's cute, I can dig it. But let me guess, you watched a certain HBO show and got inspired? You wouldn't be the first elitist to do so! So hmmm, maybe you can become an extra on that show since this whole wrestling thing might not be cut out for you and if you don't believe that now, then that realization will hit you like a ton of bricks come Saturday. Or on second thought, maybe you can make a sequel to “A Knight’s Tale.” Speaking of which, RIP Heath. If I had a drink on me, I'd pour one out in your honor. But back to you, Kelly. I just don't understand what you were trying to accomplish at the start of…whatever that was. I don't even know what to call it. Trash would probably be the most accurate word. But perhaps that’s a little too harsh. I suppose corny is suitable as well, you muthafuckin cornball. So what was this, a field trip to some medieval castle? In that case, where was my turkey leg? Where was my plastic crown? Huh? What a letdown…which just so happens to be a word that will soon be associated with The Knights of the Dawning for quite some time. But all jokes aside, you remind me of just about every newcomer who decides to “bless” us with their presence! I thought you would know better by now, but it appears I gave you too much credit. For shame David, for shame! Perhaps I should elaborate on that newcomer thought. You see, when I'm really bored, like really really really really bored, I might listen to a new guy’s first ever speech to the EAW fans! And often times, I see them wrestling their last Indy show and they'll beat some nobody, like it's supposed to impress us. Kind of like how you beat this “undefeated” knight in jousting. What's the point? And there was a “King” as well! It just keeps getting better and better! Do you know what movie this reminded me of? That movie with Paul Rudd. I believe it's called Role Models. Remember that LARPing part? Yeah, that’s where I am going with this. It was very unimpressive. There is no other way to put it. Maybe you thought it was badass when you did it. I mean you must have, since you decided to bring a camera crew with you. Just no more. It was unnecessary. Nobody wanted to see that and I think you know this too. I believe you will take my advice because deep down you are probably feeling embarrassed at the moment…there there, it's okay. But like I said, no more! I mean I get you tried to make a connection between jousting and professional wrestling, but it's so minimal. You know what I could do? I could force a couple camera men to film my next rec league basketball game and then go on a tangent about how just like in the wrestling ring, you can't underestimate the man who is guarding you! No matter how short or far they are, they could maybe still hoop! Ridiculous right? Exactly. 

(The interviewer starts crawling towards David like a walker from Walking Dead.)

David: CORRRRAL! CORRRAL WHERE ARE YOU?! Oh right, never mind. Sorry for the outburst. Hey interviewer, stop! No! NO! NOOOOO!! Yeah, crawl that way. Thank you. Now Kelly, let's talk about the state of the tag team division as a whole, which is something you already touched on. I agree that the division needs some work! It desperately needs more teams because as it stands right now, the competition is very thin…and well, lackluster. There is no depth. There are what? Maybe three other teams besides The High Rollerz? We've already beaten one of them and we’ll soon take care of another. But after a few months, we’ll run out of teams to face, after blazing right through them like a hot knife through butter. So you are also correct when you say we don't have competition on Showdown, just like you have no competition on Dynasty. Why is that, huh? Maybe because you are the only “legit” tag team on Dynasty? You see where I'm going with this Kelly? You see yourselves as the chosen ones! The ones that'll take care of The High Rollerz and magically restore the tag team division! Big dreams there pal, but I suggest you factor in reality. Let's face it, you're only in this match by default because it's a Dynasty exclusive FPV. What other team would we face? I mean, let's be real, what have you done to be in this position in the first place? Because I'll tell you what, when I learned we would be facing you guys next, we put you under a microscope to see how big of a threat you guys would be. During that time we saw Kelly lose to TLA and just last week, we saw Finnegan need some help to put down Moongoose, like he explained earlier today. So to say we haven't been blown away by your performances as of late is an understatement. Now I'm well aware that those were singles matches and at Reckless Wiring, we are obviously facing each other as teams. But when it comes to me personally, I don't lose, especially when you get Big Match Dave! I don't get pinned. I don't submit, no matter the match type. It's going to be a looooooong day for you on Saturday, I can tell you that much. Whereas for us? Well, it'll just be another day at the office.

(David looks behind him for a second, imagining that the stoop and RAD Betting Agency are there, but turns back to the camera to recollect his thoughts.)

I like how you try to convince yourself that we aren't as good as advertised. Questioning who we have beaten during our reign, specifically at the very beginning. You seem unimpressed that we defeated Matt Squared to capture our golden pride and joy. Now Kelly, please answer me this, is it our fault that they won them in the first place? Nope, we have no control in that. In fact, they won those titles fair and square. They won the Grand Prix Tournament after beating hall of fame talent in Lannister and Heart Break Gal. Is that unimpressive? Give them their credit, it is very due. I just loved how they were so confident moving forward with those titles. Everybody thought they would have them in their grasp for at least three months or so. But then, we happened. We killed that confidence and momentum, especially when I beat Matt Miles in a matter of seconds just a week before our title match. Now he's no slouch. He's won titles. He's won battle royals at Pain for Pride. Just look at what he did as Judas in last year’s Grand Rampage. That “monster” was tamed. Fast forward to our title match, that once young man who just oozed with charisma had nothing to say. But with him remaining silent, it spoke volumes and as soon as our match ended, he goes back to Voltage and he has an outburst on how he will get revenge on Ryder. Notice how he flaps his gums imminently after our match. He dodged us. But it's fine, I understand his decision. In fact, I commend his intelligence. So we beat them and we beat Stuffed Crust, but that does nothing for you right? You think their talent is lacking and their chemistry is nonexistent. You ever take the time to think that our skill just overshadows theirs? That they are or were actually good teams, but the moment they set foot in the same ring as us, they look like complete amateurs?  We did that and at Reckless Wiring, when we get our hands raised and our titles are given back to us, guess what Kelly? The next team we face? They will be the ones to tell us that the teams we have faced up until this point, that being Matt Squared, Stuffed Crust, and you guys, were all easy picking. That process will continue because our opponents keep trying to convince themselves that they won't face the same fate as the previous casualties, while they pull their covers up to their faces at night and listen carefully for any unusual noise, while their eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. 

(David begins to break out in laughter. The interviewer on the ground starts to laugh as well to fit in.)

David: Nope, you ruined it. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly…I for one don't care how long you and Finn have known each other or how long you have been a team. It doesn't matter. It won't change the outcome, for it is already set in stone. You see, you're just like every other team in EAW, with The High Rollerz being the exception of course. You seem to like facts, so I'll give you another. A while back, we were in the ring when The Savage Ryans turned on each other. We were also in the ring when Matt Squared disbanded in the most bitter way possible. That'll be you and Finn one day. Sure, it might not happen when you are facing us this week, but give it some time and one of you will back stab the other. There will be a whole chapter dedicated to that “unfortunate” turn of events. Now, what will cause this rift? Simple, your lack of success. You will fail numerous times when you come after these titles. To be clear, you will only get multiple attempts because of this weak division, not because you deserve it,  so I suppose it works out in your favor. But soon enough you'll be chatting it up with Lioncross and Nobi at the very back of the line. Which actually kind of saddens me, seeing as how you are like the only other team in EAW…well, at least for the time being. But when you do come up short, you'll then see us face teams that were forced together by random pairings, just like the Grand Prix Tournament and during this entire time with you standing on the sidelines, watching actual stars compete, answer me this Kelly, where will you go from there? I'm sure you'll give the cliché answer and say you'll dust your shoulders off and you'll be ready to face us next time because you'll be more prepared! Just like you'll say you know what to expect because you probably think that we too have cracks in our armor, but you'll be severely disappointed. The way I see it, you and Finn will end up like a Lucas Johnson. Directionless. You'll have nothing to do and you'll be thrown into filler matches week in and week out. That is your future. Actually no, that is your ceiling. So to the loyal EAW fanbase, vote for whatever match you want to see. It makes no difference and I have no preference. A win is a win. 

So tell me Kelly, have you come to the realization that you two are easily outmatched in every way imaginable? No? Well then, give it some time young grasshopper. It'll sink in soon enough. 

(David rolls away with his chair and rolls over the interviewer. The camera fades to black.)

(Scene fades in on Jack Ripley sitting in front of a class of school children reading a book to them, because the rip daddy is all about the kids. He does good deed in his off time, and teaches these kids how to be like him. A true role model)


Jack: HEY SHUT UP BACK THERE I'M GIVING YOU THE GIFT OF LEARNING! *AHEM* Where was I... WAIT WHAT AM I SITTING ON?!! A CHAIR! WHAT IS THIS?!?! CUT!!


(The camera cuts to black. When the scene fades back in, Jack is sitting on The High Rollerz stoop, they installed it quick)


Jack: Much better, now where was I! *AHEM* So hey, I am the author of this book, The fat pig at the farm. I am also EAW Elitist Jack Ripley, I'm a very diverse creature, I can do many things. I have to say before I start I am not just doing this for the publicity, I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart... (Jack darts his eyes at the camera man and gives him a look) YOU KNOW MY GOOD SIDE IS OVER THERE TO THE LEFT!! I NEED TO LOOK GOOD, NO ONE CARES IF AN UGO DOES GOOD DEEDS! (The camera man moves to where he was directed to) Much better.. Ok, There once was a fat pig, he was so fat, and got made fun of a lot. He... HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!
(The camera turns to this child in the fron row)

Kid in the front row: It's my favorite shirt!


Jack: What... Is.. On.. It?


Kid in the front row: It's the Interviewer! MY HERO!


Jack: You really need to re-evaluate your life decisions. This is why you're addicted to drugs, and living on the streets. Pregnant, alone, not loved; these are the consequences of your actions. You've embarrssed your entire family, I hope you're happy.


(The interviewer always within an earshot distance busts through the library doors)


Interviewer: Aw did I hear someone actually bought  my shirt!!... Um, I mean, Did I hear someone say that they want an autograph from their hero!

Kid: YEAH UNCLE INTERVIEWER!


Interviewer: HUSH WE DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER....


Jack: Oh I see what's happening. You're so starved for attention, you've made your poor nephew put on these flea market, back ally shirts you made in your mothers basement, and say that you're his hero. Funny, that's funny, I should've known something seemed fishy when he... Well, when I saw he was wearing your shirt, no one is that messed up in the head.


Interviewer: He's... Not my Nephew


Jack: Clearly just called you Uncle Interviewer, but deny him of your love, and deny that you know him, you're pathetic.


Interviewer: I...


Jack: YOU'RE... So pathetic, you decide to steal my limelight, from my reading of my best selling childrens book, The Fat Pig That Was Made Fun Of A Lot, in all bookstores now. You know what, come here Interviewer..


(Interviewer is confused, he's not sure what to do, but he slowly makes his way to the stoop. When he stands in front of Jack, he pats the stoop indicating that he wants him to sit down next to him. He's ecstatic, he's never had the chance to sit on the stoop before. The interviewer turns to sit down, and Jack puts out his foot to stop him.)


Jack: Ew, what the hell are you doing?

Interviewer: Sitting down?


Jack: Gross, you're not allowed on here


Interviewer: B-but you patted the stoop. That indicated you wanted me to sit next to you


Jack: No, I was squashing a bug.. Sit down in front of me with the rest of the children. I need to teach you a lesson.


Interviewer: Ok...


(Interviewer tries to sit with the cool kids, but they don't allow him to sit next to him. They all laugh at him for making the mistake that the cool kids would want to sit next to him. He then tries to sit next to the outcasts, but they don't allow that either, and they laugh at him too. As a last resort he tries to sit next to his nephew, but his nephew has had enough of the Interviewers shit. The crowd of kids parts like the red sea and the Interviewer is sitting in the middle of the kids.... Alone.)


Jack: Listen Interviewer... You really have to understand that no one cares about you. You made these shirts of yourself. Which is a terrible shirt by the way, it's just a picture of you wearing a cheap suit, a bad toupe, with the words The Interviewer underneath that creepy picture of you. That creepy smile that you give that should never be on a shirt ever, is on a shirt, and I feel gross about it. I need to burn to death in the shower to make my skin feel clean. Cut the shit, you're not going Hollywood, today is about me, and my good deeds. Now leave, and burn all your shirts. I will give your nephew a brand new High Rollerz shirt, because there's still hope for him not to turn out like you when he grows up. Please just go...


(Interviewer looks around the group of kids, smirking like what Jack said didn't bother him at all. When no one gives him any reassurance, he gets concerned that he'll never be a part of the cool kids, and awkwardly gets up. He looks around, seeing that no one is on his side, and sulks out of the library.)

Jack: Ok now that that distraction is gone, I can get back to my book! This pig was so fat, other pigs would be like, yo fatass, why you so fat, the fuck wrong wit chu?...


(Jack pauses, looks around, and takes a deep breath)


Jack: Ok, well that's enough for today, I don't want to spoil anything. You have to go out and buy this masterpiece yourself. I know I'm leaving you on the edge of your seat, but that's what good writers do. I'm the modern day Stephen King for children. You're welcome. CLASS DISMISSED!


(The children all look confused, but disperse, one by one until it's just Jack in the room)


Jack: So we've got a big match this weekend at another FPV. I feel like we just did this like 2 weeks ago, but it's whatever. Oh.. It was 2 weeks ago? They sure like to over work the champs, but that's fine ya know? We can take it, we are the best tag team in the world for a reason. You look around the tag team landscape in EAW and who do you have? The High Rollerz, then... Who? Well apparently Dynasty has a tag team, WHO KNEW?! Much to my surprise they have a team by the name of The Knights of the Dawning. So I guess they're just grabbing guys off the streets to face us now. I jest, I mean I've heard of them, I mean they're the dudes that just keep harrassing us on Twitter. Like seriously, why are you so obsessed with us? Keyboard warriors at their finest. You talk, and talk, and talk, while we just don't listen to what you have to say, because that's all it is, just talk. You don't have any substance to what you say. You nerds like to play fantasy, you want to be in Game of Thrones so bad so it'd be ok to have sex with your siblings, and or each other. That's cool man, but the only problem is, this isn't Game of Thrones, and we think you're freaks for wanting touch each others sword tips. This fantasy land you live in where you're a knight, a sir, it's sad. You honestly think that you two are the ones that will give us our first challenge? You two? Excuse me, but have you two even wrestled in a tag team match before? I'm sure you have, otherwise why would you be getting a tag team title match, right? I mean Lioncross and Nobi haven't.. But I feel like you at least beat a team of nobodies at least. While we, we are future hall of famers, we've beaten everyone that they've put in front of us. We're holding onto these title FORRRREEEEEEEEVVVVERRRRR. Then, we're going to be put into the hall of fame, WITH THESE TITLES. Yeah, and you know what that means? Tag Team wrestling will be retired, because you won't have any titles to wrestle for, so boom. You will be obsolete, and pointless. Oh wait, you already are. Wait is this the future? ITS THE FUTURE I CAN FLY A CAR NOW!!!


(Camera transitions to Jack sitting in his car)


Jack: Come on... Fly... Stupid future


(Camera transitions back to him on the porch)


Jack: Stupid future can't even fly cars... See you two live in this fantasy world, where goblins, and Wizards exist. Where jousting is normal, but the problem with that is, this is the real world, and you're not on our level. You really want to play the "who have you beaten" card? Bitch who have you beaten? I'll tell you who we've beaten, everyone that they've put in front of us. That's all that matters, we get results, doesn't matter who they are! Undefeated is undefeated. But you want to act like you're our first real challenge, go ahead, pat yourselves on the back for absolutly no reason. You have beaten even less than us, you've barely even wrestled as a tag team, and you want to talk shit on the internet to us? I'm pretty sure this company wants adults to carry these belts, not teenage girls. See this is a mans game, and we've mastered it. But here's the truth of the matter, whether you two are a tag team, or singles competitors, you're not very good. Even as singles guys, what have you done? But it's fine, you don't actually deserve a shot at these titles, but it's fine, because that just means we'll make quick work out of you. But what really confuses me is this line right here.. "we see two champions hanging on by a weak and slowly snapping thread on control of the Tag-team division!" Um what weak and slowly snapping thread? What are you talking about? Are you high? Well.. Higher than normal? We're stronger than ever, we're the tag team that every tag team aspires to be! Don't you get it? There's not a single team out there that can handle this hot fire of tag team deliciousness. You want to joust eachother in the bathroom go right ahead, but that won't help you when it comes down to wrestling in a match. You can't bring your fake swords, you can't shoot your plastic arrows, none of this fantasy world of yours can actually help you in the real world. The real world where we will actually fight, and we will actually beat the shit out of you, and retain our tag team titles. You can bring that special armor you got, it won't help you, but you can bring it. It'll be good to hide your face in shame after all this talk does you no good.

(Jack picks up his book, and starts reading it to himself, and laughing obnoxiously at every line... The camera fades to black)

Bravo.....bravo Dynasty executives we are finally on the same page and I got the biggest contract anyone has ever received in Dynasty history. Last Friday I had a huge pay day that went straight into my banking account and the purchases are keep coming in....brand new gear, my own private jet, but the one thing money can't buy is championship gold and this Sunday if and when I get voted into the Hell's Warpath Match I will destroy everyone in my path, I don't care if you're Jacob Moore, Cody Marshall or any other no names that get voted into this match will be destroyed and sent to the emergency room immediately. But we can we all be a little honest here about myself? While I tried and succeeded by the way in tying up Dynasty executives giving me the biggest contract in history if they didn't do the right thing and give me a big marquee match at Reckless Wiring, money isn't the thing that makes me happy. For all those punks out there who think that I wasn't going to leave I had a multiple year deal on the table both from Voltage and Showdown so I would shut your mouth fast. Let me just say yeah money is really nice in life but does it drive me everyday to go to the ring and wrestle? Sort of but I can get even more money if I win championship gold and this has been my biggest leap of faith ever since I arrived here at Elite Answers Wrestling and that's I can't win the big one. A lot of people don't know this but I have been going through a dark time in my life, I broke up with my girlfriend over the summer and my Aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer. My time of luck is one thing to blame on and that is Aria Jaxon.....Pain for Pride and the EAW Draft were the two worst weeks of my life as a wrestler. I AM THE WRESTLING MACHINE AND I AM USED TO WINNING, I AM THE MOST SUCCESSFUL NCAA DIVISION I HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN HISTORY! The thing about myself is that I am used to winning, Pain for Pride 9 in Miami was the biggest week in my life as I was starstruck by the Divide and Conquer match against the Vixens Team just entering down the aisle on that lion was awesome and it was something I will never forget but having to carry that team along with JJ Silva was like my worst nightmare when it was us two against the rest of the division. I will admit walking into Sun Life Stadium that night I was nervous as hell but adrenaline can do a lot for you and that's what I was running on throughout that match and I was really feeling it with Silva. Even though we were down in numbers I felt like we were the dream team and we could conquer the world, until my Pain for Pride moment crashed and burned BECAUSE OF ALL THOSE FAILURES ON MY TEAM THAT I CARRIED, LIKE THAT POT HEAD AND VENOM WHO ISN'T HERE ANYMORE! Pain for Pride was a nightmare that I just entered that I couldn't get out of and the nightmare later continued onto the EAW Draft on Battleground. ARIA JAXON RUINED EVERYTHING FOR ME, SHE TOOK MY TROPHY AND I WAS DRAFTED AWAY FROM VOLTAGE THANKS TO HER! I WAS TWO VICTORIES AWAY FROM BECOMING CHAMPION! THE NEW BREED DIVISION WAS MINE TO TAKE ON A SILVER PLATTER AND SHE RUINED THAT! SHE HAD MY WORLD IN HER HANDS AND ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS LAY DOWN FOR THE THREE COUNT BUT NO SHE HAD TO FIGHT BACK AND RUIN MY LIFE AND SHE DID THAT! Now Aria Jaxon has had that Young Lions Cup trophy for six months now and hasn't done a damn thing with it. It's like a piece of garbage she's carrying around that she doesn't want to throw away because it has no value anymore. After that night I never recovered for the next few weeks I tried and begged to get a rematch for that Young Lions Cup but I was told for multiple weeks that I not only have to start from the bottom and make my way back up but I no longer can challenge for the cup since it's only on Voltage now, I can only challenge for the New Breed Championship. Every match I wrestled after that I felt like garbage, I started getting sick and I just had enough after feeling worthless. The night I nearly broke Kelly Hackenschmidt's arm was the night the pain went started to go away and it finally felt good to put people in my shoes.

After weeks of trying I just released months of built anger that was building up ever since I arrived here at Elite Answers Wrestling. Now your asking yourself months? He just went on about multiple weeks of being a man that was broken but you don't understand what it's like just walking backstage when you first arrive to this company, people looking at you and laughing because you are the newbie around here. Not only that I was a newbie but months would go on and after the nightmare of a week I had at Pain for Pride and EAW Draft, I would walk into the Dynasty locker room each week and people backstage would say I was never good enough to be a top star in this company, I will never be good enough to win championship gold, I will never be good enough to deal with my personal demons....There is nothing worse then losing in this world because losing is like dealing with a family death I just want to succeed in this world and WHILE DOING THAT I WANT TO BREAK EVERYONE'S STUPID FACE IN THE PROCESS! I AM THE WRESTLING MACHINE, I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED IN THIS COMPANY! So to shut everyone up I needed to prove everyone wrong and to myself I was better then Aria Jaxon, I was better then being New Breed Champion, I was good enough to be Interwire Champion. All this time I was telling the world that I was your future Interwire Champion but honestly I could give two shits less about that title, I could give about Mister DEDEDE or Methuselah now whatever is wrong with that dude. While that title is beautiful, the New Breed Championship is way more prestiguous because it has brought people's careers to new heights including most Hall of Famers that have stepped foot in the squared circle. I AM HERE TO CREATE A LEGACY, NOT TO FOOL AROUND AND LEAVE AFTER THREE MONTHS OF DOMINATING THE ROSTER, I AM HERE TO STAY! I AM HERE TO WIN CHAMPIONSHIP GOLD, I AM HERE TO HAVE MY OWN PAIN FOR PRIDE MOMENT AND I AM HERE TO GAIN RESPECT THAT I DESERVE FROM EACH AND EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF THE DYNASTY ROSTER! So every single person that is voting for Reckless Wiring I beg you that you vote me in and let me destroy your fan favorites and let me take the prize postion I have been chasing ever since I arrived here in this damn company. Time continues to tick and it's only a matter of days before that championship title gets put around my waist, get ready to bow down to your future champion.

The camera opens inside of a batting cage at the dead of night.  Pizza Boy squats in the corner of the cage adjacent to the door, sporting an EAW hoodie with the hood popped up on top of his head.  His hands rest behind his head, his fingers laced within the mesh of the batting cage.  At his tennis shoe clad feet rests a bat.  His eyes are locked onto it.  He stares on fixated as thoughts visibly scurry around behind his sullen eyes.

"Once upon a time I used to come to these cages to blow off steam.  I swung my little arms out and clobbered each ball to get out the pent up frustration that comes with dealing with the constant assholery of this wrestling industry.  Back then it was because of three names that my therapist has informed me are only followed by rage when coming out of my mouth, so I'll spare you the lineup of usual suspects Matt Miles.  From the way you're dressing lately, and considering you're jumping me after I just polished off one of the three at Reasonable Doubt: Judgment Day, I'm going to go ahead and assume you're familiar with this particular trio of ingrates.  They used to tease, torment, and cheap shot me at every opening.  Every time I turned my back, one of them would appear like a shadow at dawn.  Every time I gained an inch, they'd stretch the road to success another yard.  So I'd come here and vent with a Louisville Slugger and a few cannon rounds of Rawlings.  I'd swing and swing to my heart's content, until the tears stopped flowing, and the void in the pit of my stomach was filled by something other than hate and pizza.  One day I realized that it wasn't enough.  One day I realized that it wasn't fair of me to peel the casing off of a poor, innocent, stitched up ball when it wasn't the ball that had wronged me.  So what'd I do? I wiped my snotty little nose, cleaned off my dirty cheeks, and rubbed my bloodshot eyes until I saw nothing but a blurry filter of red.  One by one I wreaked my vengeance on those three men.  One by one they fell apart at the seams like a bucket of balls out here on a Friday night.  Then I finally got to the kingpin of it all, the one who was pulling all of the strings, the last round in that ball cannon.  The one who forced the other two forward to do it's misdeeds: Judas.

Pizza Boy pushes himself up the cage, letting his back slide against the grating until he's standing awkwardly with his back still deep in the corner.  He begins to finger a loose line in the fence, barely frayed from the rest of the mesh.

"So what'd I do? I took my little pizza cutter, narrowed my shoulders, planted one foot forward, and took a wild swing at his stupid smiling masked head.  I peeled the skin off.  I saw his face.  His eyes.  His fear.  I saw his blood and his true form as a coward behind that painted on skeleton's dead grimace.  I saw the face of Judas, the one that Drake and Jones would, poetically enough, turn on shortly after his fall.  I saw the realization of a mistake staring back at me through a lacerated cornea.  I saw a lesson learned from a yellow bellied child.  What I didn't see was you, Matt Miles."

Pizza Boy begins pacing the cage like a hungry feline of prey as balls suddenly start whizzing out of the cannon, barely missing him as he makes his trek too and fro from one claustrophobic cage wall to the other.

"Now don't get things twisted.  That might've been you at one point in time.  You might've worn that mask and did the lowly things that masked thugs do to a hard working guy like me.  If it was you, it certainly isn't you anymore.  The man I saw behind that mask, the man I revealed, he was no man.  He was a baby with his diaper full of piss and feces because he had picked the wrong day to test a parent's patience.  The face I saw was one of a scared kid who just got caught for the first time stealing from a convenient store.  I saw a face of regret, a face that recognized it had done something wrong and was about to pay for it's sins with a pound of flesh.  THAT face, Matt Miles.  THAT face isn't the one I saw smiling at me after yet another cheap attack from behind."

PB stops short and barely manages to dodge a ball just as it goes flying past the point of his nose.  He snaps back into reality abruptly and double takes in disbelief.

"What? Is everybody aiming for my head now?  Anyway, I was on a roll and that cut me off.  Here we go: You had a look in your eye.  It's a look that only Voltage guys have.  It's hunger, it's a willingness to do anything to prove themselves.  It's a time sensitive ticket to get them off of that infernal starter brand.  Judas didn't have that in his eyes.  Judas barely had an eye left to reveal the stoked flames of passion and desire after I was done with him.  That flame, that spark, it's a blessing and a curse because it's not only the spark of creation but the young blue flame of inexperience.  You're like the kid in the westerns looking to take out the fastest draw in the west, but that guy's fed up with killing.  He's fed up with every punk and pretty boy that comes around looking to make a name for himself at his expense.  He's fed up with making young widows at the expense of a reputation that he never wanted and hasn't been qualified to uphold for quite some time.  I have no gold Matt.  I have no title shot.  I'm a name on a list of guys who might get a chance at the champion 'maybe' sometime down the road.  If you're looking to take that vague place from me? if you think I'm here to be your placeholder just because you're sick of working Saturdays and you've outgrown the morning cartoons, then you've got another thing coming.  If you think you're going to rile me up simply because you're evoking the spirit of a dead star, then you're not only inexperienced, foolish, and out of your depth, but you're just flat out stupid."

Pizza Boy bends down just as another ball comes flying toward him.  He comes back up holding the baseball bat in his hands.  He studies it with his fingers before finally tightening his hand around it's neck and patting it authoritatively in the palm of his hand.  He points to the fences like Babe Ruth before squaring up and readying himself for the next ball to take flight.

"Laying hands on that mask ain't gonna give it that fabled Matt Miles 'Midas Touch'.  Sometimes things that glitter aren't gold, and sometimes a refraction of light isn't even glitter's glow.  Sometimes you reach for a ghost of the past and only pull back a bloody stump.  That shimmer in the darkness is just long since coagulated blood pooling on a vinyl novelty trick or treat hood.  Short and sweet, if you're coming for me then you need to start coming at me like a man.  Despite how some greet me from behind, the back of my head possess no eyes to see or hands to fist bump.  Take off the mask and be the man you are instead of the man you claim to have been.  Show your face to the world so that it may spit upon it and know that it's hitting it's true mark.  Face the consequences of your actions..."

The bat cracks as a ball, impervious to the eye, bends the pine and cracks the sound barrier before going sailing through the air.  PB smirks and walks toward the ball cannon.  He turns it off and points to a smattering of leather, twine, and stitch tangled into the batting cage wall.

"...or else I'll make you."

PB throws down the bat and walks off camera as the camera feed fades to black.

Reckless Wiring promo #2
 
 
(The scene opens inside a small studio with a radio show style set up.  It’s here that we Join Brian Jackson, the host of the WrestleWars podcast, as he records this week’s episode.)
 
Brian: “Alright ladies and gentlemen it is the moment we’ve all been waiting for.  Joining us live via Skype from Tokyo, Japan, He is one of the Dynasty brand’s biggest stars, he’s here to talk about the upcoming Reckless Wiring pay per  view, as well as share some insight as to his hiatus from the world of wrestling.  Ladies and Gentlemen let’s welcome “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.”
 
Michaels: “Thank you, thank you, if you haven’t done so already make sure you guys cast your votes for Reckless Wiring at EAW.com, and while you’re at it go ahead and vote for me to take part in the Hell’s Warpath match for the New Breed championship.”
 
Brian: “I’m sure our listeners will.  Let’s talk for a moment about the last Hell’s Warpath match because you are one of the few men who competed in that match.  What was it like going into that match?  How do you prepare for what’s basically a human demolition derby?”
 
Michaels: “Well much like the Glass Gauntlet match, you really can’t because  there is no telling just how far the next guy will go to win.  So all you can really do is be prepared to be as ruthless as possible and waylay anyone who’s standing in front of you.”
 
Brian: “And that’s how you approach these multi-man no dq matches?”
 
Michaels: “Yes it is, and it’s why I tend to walk away relatively unharmed compared to guys who end up spilling all but a few drops of blood, and have their insides spilling out on the mat.  It’s because I do not hesitate to put down a Mother fucker.  If you’re in that ring with me, and you’re standing in my way of winning, I’m gonna knock your as out quicker than a hiccup, it’s simple as that.”
 
 
Brian: “Okay, now there seems to be a connection between both the Hell’s Warpath match, and the Reckless Wiring Pay Per View, does that seem correct by you?”
 
Michaels: “Well so far I’d say it’s more of a Dynasty to Hell’s Warpath connection, but I do think I see your point.  Last year the winner was to go on to face the New Breed Champion, another thing that seems tied to this match, at Reckless Wiring.  But overall I think it’s just the fact that winning this match not only grants you a shot at a title, it stands to prove that you are one tough son of a bitch because you had to cut thru some of the most talented members of the roster, and all of them came packing some sort of equalizer.  In a sense it’s like you kinda stamp your claim as being a real badass in that ring.”
 
Brian: “Now I mentioned Reckless Wiring a moment ago, what are your thoughts about that show, about how the fans can interact with it, and also what it was like to compete in that triple threat match for the new breed championship last year?”
 
Michaels: “Well for starters I think it’s a great concept with the fan votes determining the match ups.  From a competitor’s stand point though, it can leave you feeling a little anxious in a way.  You have no idea of what kind of match you’ll be competing in, or in some cases who you’ll be facing.  So it always has you on your toes right up until the moment that the results are revealed.   I certainly remember this from the experience of not knowing just who was gonna step thru that curtain last year.  You always have a guess but like I said before, it’s not until you actually hear it that you know for sure, and then you have to maybe try to scramble a last minute game plan.”
 
 
Brian: “Now it wasn’t too long after Reckless Wiring that you got involved in an online feud with Mexican Samurai, and that lead to you entering into a career threatening match.  Would you elaborate a little on why you agreed to put up what you have called your lifelong dream in a match where you didn’t really stand to gain anything?”
 
Michaels: “Well coming up short at not just Reckless Wiring, but hell’s warpath, Grand Rampage, and even an episode of Dynasty where I was in the main event competing for the National Elite championship, by the way I still want my rematch, I felt like I was always just an inch or so away from the prize I was looking for.  And that can really play havoc with your mind, like are you as good as you think you are?  Can you actually get the job done?  So when I started poking Mexican Samurai, it was knowing full well he’d poke back, just so happened he wanted me to put up my career.  My thoughts at that time where, let’s do it because if you aren’t at least at his level you really shouldn’t be here anyways.
 
So we had that match, and I can tell you that it took everything Mexi had to put me away, and if he hadn’t low blowed me, who knows how that one would have ended.  Unfortunatly he did low blow me and it lead to me losing that match.”
 
Brian: “Now in the time you where away from Wrestling what was it like for you.”
 
Michaels: It was kinda boring.  On one hand I had some more time to work on some outside projects that were collecting dust, but really there is nothing I love more than being in the ring, it’s like I was born to be in it, and if I’m not than well…”
 
Brian: “So how was it that you found your way back to Dyansty?”
 
Michaels: “They called me.”
 
Brian: “Simple as that?”
 
Michaels: “Simple as that.  They basically re-offered the same deal I had before with a few more perks, and I signed on the dotted line.”
 
Brian: “And since you’ve been back how would you rate this run compared to your last?”
 
Michaels: “Well it was a bit of a slow start but now I’m starting to get more of what I am accustomed to as far as the opponents I’m facing, and the opportunities at Championship matches, though they are still coming in a little slower than I would like.”
 
Brian: “You said title opportunities, you might have one this Saturday night, as we’ve mentioned you are a candidate to be entered into the Hell’s Warpath match.  How do you feel being on the other side of the coin so to speak from last year’s new breed title match?”
 
Michaels: “Like I said before, your really on your toes until the moment the name is called.”
 
Brian: “Right, right, and why do you feel you should be a part this match?  Why should people vote for you?”
 
Michaels: “Well besides the fact that I am the single greatest professional wrestler past, present, or future, I’d say because of this.  The New Breed Champion is the guy who is in a few years, be the guy to carry the company.  Now I know that the last few guys, going all the way back to JJ Silva, haven’t been the kind of men that this company has needed to carry the load, and certainly right now Cody Marshal is sitting somewhere wondering how many pigs were flying, and how much of hell is now an ice skating rink.  But I am here to tell you that at this very moment, the long suffering of this prestigious title, is about to come to an end.  Because finally there is a man who can bring pride back to this title, and can more than adequately represent all that it means.  Because Mark Michaels is not some stooge who got down on his knees and kissed every square inch of Sebastian Monroe’s taint, and got rewarded with a free pass into the Hell’s Warpath.  No, I am a man of unmatched skill and charisma.  One who the entire EAW Audience can stand in awe of as he holds that New Breed Championship belt high above his head in victory! 
 
I’m not some whining jackass who has been handed chance after chance and then turns around and thinks he should be rewarded for his failure.  NO, I am a man who has taken champions, and legends to their absolute limits and made them dig down deep within themselves to see if they had what it took to hold on to a title. 
 
I’m not some joker who just wondered in off the street, and after a whopping total of a single match is looking to hold gold.  No, I’ve been battle proven, and I’ve stood the test of time.  Week in and week out nobody works harder than Mark Michaels  No one puts in the time, the effort, the extra sessions in the gym, the personal appearances, no one in that locker room could ever handle the work load that I have taken on! 
 
And I certainly am not some jackass who needs a gimmick to stand out.  I am everything I say I am, if you don’t believe me just ask anyone who I’ve had the pleasure of tearing thru like a hot knife against warm butter!  I cannot be touched in that ring, I am on a whole nother level, and anybody who has ever been idiotic enough to try me on this, has gotten bitch slapped right back down to jerking the curtain! 
 
I am the superstar of social media, a Twitter Trendsetter, and Instagram Icon, a goddamn hashtag Hero to millions upon millions of followers the whole world over.  I am the man who has gained an army of followers because my blend of speed, strength, and technique have earned me the name Perfect!  Now here I stand as a champion in waiting, because unlike all the other ham and eggers the suits have thrown into this match, I am an unquestioned, first ballot future hall of famer.  An incomparable showman who lights up a screen whenever he’s on camera.  And more than that I am simply the great man alive who has ever lace up a pair of boots, put on a pair of pads, and step thru the ropes!  I am the future of this company, which makes me the destiny of Dynasty, the savior of Showdown, and the vanguard of Voltage!  I am the undisputed Social Media Champion as dictated by my followers, and I will be more than happy to represent them as the new Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion of the world!  And whether they like it or not, every last one of the chumps who I’m gonna chew up and spit out better start Picturing THAT!”
 
Brian: “Whoa, those are some strong words.”
 
Michaels: “You’re damn right they are.”
 
Brian: “Well, I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your day to talk with us mister Michaels, Reckless Wiring voting is open now so make sure you vote and catch the big show this Saturday night. right after the break we’ll be running down the situation with the EAW Championship on Voltage, so stay tuned.”
 

FADE TO BLACK

(After the main event and the closing of Dynasty, the audience gets ready to make their way out. “You Will Know Our Names” by ACE+ plays as Moongoose McQueen with a mic in hand comes out. Moongoose McQueen begins to speak in Japanese as he makes his way to the ring.)
 
Nobody leave yet! Everybody get back in their seat, because I have something to say. Something you all, TLA, and the whole world needs to hear. GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS!! THIS IS JAPAN, DON’T BRING DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY BY BEING RUDE. YOU LEAVE NOW, IT’S DISHONOR ON YOU, IT’S  DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!!
 
(Fans start booing and making their way back to their seats. McQueen finally makes it to the ring)
 
I just want to make it clear.  That tonight, I DID NOT lose to Finnegan Wakefield. Tonight, I was a victim of having to work with a horrible referee that didn’t know how to do his god damn job.
 
Fan: YOU LOST! YOU LOST! YOU LOST!
 
Do you all not hear me? You all need to get your ears, your eyes, and your brains checked, because it was so obvious that man had it against me. I personally never liked to play the victim card, but the truth is more important. I will admit, I’ve lost to Drake Jaeger, Xavier Williams, and Jamie O’Hara, and I have every intention to face them again and beat them, but tonight, I witnessed what was real competence. Because of that, I will not be adding Finnegan Wakefield to that list, because it shouldn’t even count. That referee not only did a fast count at  the end, even though I clearly kicked out, HE DID NOTHING when Kelly Hackenschmidht pulled those ropes, causing me the slip. That springboard Moonsault, I have done thousands and thousands of time in my career flawlessly. I would never be as careless to just fall like that, and that referee chose to feign stupidity and ignorance and just honestly believed that Moongoose McQueen is a sloppy worker. Bullshit!! I am the best in the world  at what I do, and there is without a shadow of the doubt that I was chosen for this match.
 
(Fans start walking out)
 
HEY!! I SEE YOU THERE, TRYING TO WALK AWAY! I’M NOT DONE! SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN BEFORE I GET SHIMMER TO DRAG YOUR ASS BACK THERE. No one is getting out of here until they got a clear message of what is going on. After that travesty that took place in the ring, I went to Sebastian Monroe, told him what happened, and I said, “I can’t work in these conditions. Either you fire that referee, or I walk.” And well, let’s just say there is a new position open for Dynasty for anyone that is aspiring to be a referee.
 
(Fans boo)
 
You all can bitch, cry, and moan all you want, because what you all fail to understand is, this is what is best. In fact, the sad truth is, you all simply don’t know what is best for you, but lucky for you all, I do. I mean, can you imagine if that referee was to be a part of a huge title match? What if the he makes the wrong call and the wrong man won? It’s not completely unbelievable that this has happened, after all, I’m sure we  all could go on for days about champions that didn’t deserve their win. But what would happen when so much is on the line, and I lose because this ref has something against me or seems to can’t keep up with the match. If that ref was competent, Kelly would had been removed from that ring, and he would had seen I kicked out just before the count of three. So you know what? You should all be thanking me, you should all be praising me, all future Dynasty matches won’t be messed up because of one man, and with that, I say, “You’re Welcome.”
 
Sure, why don’t we give that man a second chance. Surely he could learn and do better. Isn’t that the hope that we have in each and every single one of us? But sorry, not sorry, Can’t take this risk, and the reason this is so important is because for Reckless Wiring, your vote matters. Your vote can very well dictate the very future of Dynasty. Whoever loses and gets the number 1 spot, probably isn’t going to win the Grand Rampage. Whoever wins the 30 spot probably stands a great chance. And the poor sap that loses and has to miss out on the title shot at Pain for Pride, well, he his plans get delayed, and while I’m sure TLA has all the time in the world to wait for his moment, I don’t. My time is precious, each appearance I make is crucial, you all need to take it all in, baby, when I’m here. Because if I’m gone, people like TLA wouldn’t even have a shot. Guys like me are the reason we progress, and I have zero tolerance for anyone that halts that process. So that referee had to go, period! I won’t lie, I did that for myself, but I did it for TLA, I did it for Dynasty, and I did it for you all. I expect nothing but the best when I work, and you should all by the time Reckless Wiring happens. After all, I just said, your vote matters, and I went my way insure that. Once again, “You’re Welcome!”
 
Now let’s talk about TLA for a moment. TLA and I are not friends, but I will say, we have a type of relationship. We have worked together for years in different promotions, and personally, it’s not that surprising to see him in EAW, and doing well. Believe me, I’m happy for the guy. He’s honest, he works hard, and he doesn’t know when to call it quits. With that said, don’t ever change man. But it’s no real secret that TLA doesn’t like me. In fact, it’s no secret that a lot of people don’t like me. Whether it’s a relationship as a wrestler with a wrestler, or a general manager with a wrestler, hell, even as a tag team partner, I’m a pain in the ass to work with. I just have that high a standard when it comes to this business, but in the years that I’ve known TLA, I feel like I know him better than any of his so called “friends.” Heck, thinking about it, I’m not even sure he has any real friends in EAW. I’m not talking about those friends that make small talk and ask about your day. I’m talking about a friend that actually gives a damn about their life and wants to see them do something better with it. And believe me, TLA, I CARE!! I CARE!! You have all the tools in the world to get to a level that I’ve grown accustomed too. But as possibly the closest thing you have to a friend, I’m going to be REAL HONEST WITH YOU. You need to stop blaming the system and the man for all your problems and take a damn look in the mirror. No, take a look at me. Because when it comes to hard work, diligence, and being completely honest, you and I are 2 peas in a pod. But I have always been someone that people went to, and I have always been the guy people want to see. I have always truly been the favorite, while you continue to pout and lie to yourself that the world is against you. You’re not mad at the system, you’re mad at yourself because you simply are not the guy that people can trust and rely on. No one is ever going to pick TLA to do the job that needs to be done. No one is ever going to pick TLA to represent them. And No one is ever going to pick TLA to be their champion. That’s the reality of your situation. Maybe you think, Moongoose McQueen, you don’t get it, you always had everything handed to you on a silver platter. And you know what? You aren’t wrong, but each and every single time, I’ve declined the easy way and took the hard route to get to where I want to be. And you are just burdened with the fact that you can never make the same choice as me, but TLA, I earned the right to choose the path of take. I’ve earned the right walk where I want to go and say what I say, and here you are, continuously waiting for the right moment. And maybe, just maybe the stars have aligned for you, because you demand a world title shot, and in the weeks I’ve demanded “just a match” for Reckless Wiring, Sebastian Monroe made this happen. Once again, Moongoose McQueen has to carry people like you, and TLA, that is why I am better than you. Because as selfish as people make me out to be, I think about the bigger picture and not just myself. You’re just selfish in hoping that you can belong, but refusing to change who you are. That’s fine, I suppose, but at the end, you only have yourself to blame, and to the fans, choose very carefully, because once again, TLA has to wait for others to define where he goes next. But trust me, at Reckless Wiring, it won’t matter, I will win, and TLA will get the shaft once more. Get ready for the same old story told a different way. TLA plays the victim again, and I will be victorious.
 

(Moongoose McQueen drops the mic and walks to the back as fans boo and his music plays)

They say that the hardest pill that you’re ever going to be forced to swallow is the truth that you’re not willing to accept. What’s it like, Jacob? What’s it like to be a man that holds himself in such a high regard, but have nobody else take him seriously in the slightest? The man that has held that World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder for months has become nothing more than a side note for things more worthy of the rest of the world’s attention. Nobody cared when you beat the biggest flop of a World Champion in recent memory to win the championship because people were too concerned with what was going to happened between Methuselah and the man that the biggest flop of a champion beat at Pain for Pride. Nobody cared about the fact that you managed to weasel your way out of the Elimination Chamber clutching to that championship because the rest of the world was focused on the fact that I kicked in the doors of Dynasty, spiked the biggest threat in the match on the top of his head and did most of the hard work for you. Nobody cared about the fact that you managed to overcome a man that hasn’t won a big match in years at King of Elite because they were too focused on the fact that I walked out and stole the entire event by beating Methuselah and screwing Jamie O’Hara out of the crown that he believed wholeheartedly that he deserved. The World Heavyweight Championship isn’t better off on your shoulder, Jacob, and it doesn’t matter how much time you spend looking at yourself in the mirror telling yourself that it is. The proof is the fact that the World Heavyweight Championship has become nothing more than an afterthought. Congratulations, Jacob, you’ve managed to turn something that was once considered the grandest jewel in this entire company into something that’s been surrounded by nothing more than disdain and complete mediocrity. But, I’m wrong, aren’t I, Jacob? There’s absolutely no way that I could be right! This is all just a fantasy land that I’ve built in my head to make myself believe that I actually do deserve to stand in your position! This is just my way to make myself believe that I do deserve to sit at the top of Dynasty, looking down as everyone and anyone tries their hardest to get into the position that you hold dominantly!
 
But, just like I said, the hardest pill the swallow is the truth that we’re not willing to accept.
 
I don’t see the hype. I don’t see the face of Dynasty when I look at Jacob Senn. I don’t see a man that’s one of the best that this company has to offer as a whole. I see a man that looks out of place. I see a man that’s managed to stumble his way into a position that’s grander than he ever really should have, and the proof is clear for everyone to see. Two World Championship reigns that have fallen flatter than the man is willing to admit; the constant overshadowing that the man has been forced to deal with throughout the majority of his career - that isn’t the signs of a talented man. That’s the sign of nothing more than a lucky one. Do you know the difference between Xavier Williams and the others that have stood in your way, Jacob? I earned my chance to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship. I was never given a grand return after being placed on the self by Jamie O’Hara. I was never welcomed back with opened arms. I was never handed the chance to get into a position that I didn’t belong. Like I said, I was forced to kick back down the doors of Dynasty and reaffirm my place. The Heart Break Boy almost kicks your teeth down your throat, months after another false retirement, and the world falls at his feet. Jamie O’Hara takes matters into his own hands at the expense of myself and Lucian Black, and what was the consequence? He could still compete for the World Heavyweight Championship; he could still compete for that King of Elite crown. I stood in a position where I should have been the logical contender to that championship, Jacob, and I was still forced to compete against a man that was never close to the level that I’m on to “earn” it. That paints a clear picture, Jacob. I have one chance to do this. If, and this is a HUGE if, but, if I do somehow leave Reckless Wiring without that World Heavyweight Championship - that’s it. I have nothing to look forward to. I have nothing to work towards. I’ll have to find some form of solace in the fact that I’ll go down as a man with one of the greatest careers in this company’s history, but stand as a man with no chance to win another World Championship.
 
So, Jacob, who wants this more - you or me?
 
I sat back for a couple of days and you took no hesitation in trying to jump down my throat for it, but you failed to answer the one question that I hoped you would the most. Are you actually proud of the champion that you are? People take pride in the fact that they hold that championship in their position, but just like me, Jacob, I know that’s not enough. You want to make people eat their words. You want to make everyone who said that you weren’t good enough, wrong. You want to be the man that can prove that he should go down as one of the greatest World Champions in this company’s history - but, like I said, just like your first - this one has fallen just as flat. You’re not a man that’s better off with that championship on your shoulder, nor is that championship better off on it. You’re no different than the two champions that came before you. You’re a placeholder for the next name coming through, and unfortunately it’s the man that you despise more than I do you. You’ll kick and scream; you’ll do everything that you could possibly do to keep that championship, but it’s not going to enough. I’ve said it before - I know your limits. I know how far I’m going to have to push myself. I know the things that I’m going to do. You’re a man that thinks he has his whole future planned out; you’re a man that thinks he knows the man standing in front of a man that you know better than most. But, you’re nothing more than a man that’s trying his hardest to read a closed book. The real question, Jacob, is how far are you willing to push yourself? Cliche, I know, but the question still holds its impact. I can sit here all night and talk about how badly I need to win this, but you’re no different. I said it perfectly, you beat me at Reckless Wiring and nobody can doubt you anymore. You walk out and beat Xavier Williams and everyone’s immediately forced to bite the bullet; they’re forced to admit that Jacob Senn deserves to be where he’s managed to stumble to.
 
So how far are you actually willing to push yourself to accomplish that?
 
Are you willing to crawl through the flames of war - only to crawl back if needed be? You’ll try your hardest, but you can’t truly answer that question until you’re actually forced to do so. If it were that easy, everyone who believed they held the potential to become a real star, would have. I can’t wait. I can’t wait to finally have that World Heavyweight Championship grasped in both hands. I hold no intention of being a hero. I hold no intention in being someone that the rest of the world can clutch onto my coattails while I leave them on the edge of their seat. I couldn’t care less if I’m the person that the world wants as the champion. But, I’m the champion that the World Heavyweight Champion deserves. I’ll finally give that World Heavyweight Championship the justice that it’s deserved the moment that Brian Daniels lost it to Scott Oasis. I know, it’s a tough ask with how far you’ve allowed it to fall, but god knows that I’m a fucking miracle worker. Nothing’s lost, no matter how far they’ve been dragged through the dirt - just take a look at what I once turned that Hall of Fame Championship into before Methuselah and Devan Dubian turned it back into what our Irish friend did.
 
My future is clear. I take the World Heavyweight Championship. I run through the names that Monroe throw in my way - whether it’s your eventual rematch; whether TLA wants to test the hand of fate again; whether Jamie wants to try to stand against the man he fears more than he’s actually willing to admit. I’ll walk into my third straight main event match at the biggest show of the year. I’ll win that too. The word for what Jamie O’Hara has awoken with that unforgivable attack isn’t monster. It isn’t the Best in the World. It isn’t the Greatest Man That Has Ever Lived. It isn’t God. It’s just Xavier Williams in his truest form. It’s an Xavier Williams that has only just started to reach the surface, Jacob. I said that you’re a man that’s trying to read a closed book. But it’s the wrong one. You’re walking into Reckless Wiring blind and you’re walking back out without the World Heavyweight Championship.

Reckless Wiring/Character Development promo #1
 
(The scene opens inside the Chairman’s Suite at the Four Seasons Tokyo Hotel at Marunouchi.  It is here inside the lavish Suite that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, gazing out the living area window.  He soaks in the view, as his agent Johnny J, takes sits behind him on the sofa.)
 
Johnny: “Mark are you sure we should be in this room?  I mean there is a chance that you might not get booked at Reckless Wiring.”


(Michaels turns to face his agent, removing his Gold rimmed Gucci aviators so Johnny can see the unamused look in his eyes. )
 
Michaels: “First off yes, yes I do believe I should be in the finest suite that money can buy while I am awaiting my name to be announced this Saturday, and secondly, In what god forsaken alternate universe would I not be a part of Reckless Wiring, especially when I would not only be a competitor in  the second ever Hell’s warpath match, but  also finally, after what has felt like an eternity of waiting, take my place as  the new EAW New Breed Champion!”
 
Johnny: “It’s just that the vote is still being…”
 
Michaels (interrupting): “You don’t gotta worry about the vote Johnny, you and I both know that have more than enough followers in social media to earn a spot in that match, and at the snap of my fingers they have been marking me down as their choice for Hell’s Warpath.”
 
Johnny: “Fine you have enough votes, but still just on the off chance that maybe there’s a mix up or something maybe you shouldn’t be getting your hopes too high with this the big suites and that huge after party you scheduled.”
 
Michaels: “Johnny, This suite and that party are just the things I am rewarding myself with for my patients.   See this event, this match, and that title have been a long time coming to me, and I am going to savor every fucking moment before, during, and after I get my hand raised.”
 
Johnny:  “A long time coming?  Please explain to me Mark.”
 
Michaels: “Explain?!  Okay I’ll explain.  See it was about this time last year during first Hell’s Warpath match that I was on a roll.  I was tearing thru every unfortunate asshole who was fool enough to step out thru that curtain.  It didn’t matter who they were, where they came from, or who gave a rat’s ass about them, I was planting knees to faces and heads into the mat.  It seemed like just about every thirty seconds I was popping off a Screen Cracker, or a Picture Perfect before sending another poor sap back to his mother with tears in his eyes!  I was a man on fire in a match that resembled a demolition derby more than an athletic competition.  No one was more on their game than me, until some greasy reprobate but his dirty hands on me.  In one awful moment my opportunity was lost, or so it seemed until a week before last year’s Reckless Wiring.
 
Because believe it or not the guy who won that first Hell’s Warpath match decided to put up his title shot in a triple threat match.  And when that kind of opportunity presents itself, I make sure to cash in and punched my ticket directly to last Year’s Reckless Wiring as Dynasty’s representative in the New Breed championship match.  Once again my performance was unmatched, and I was tearing thru my opponents like a hot knife thru butter!  But again a sucker punch from behind cost me my destiny of becoming the New Breed Champion. 
 
It cost me, The future of EAW the one belt in this company that signals to the world that this is the guy who you should be looking to carry the company one day!  The one title that says you are looking at the face of the company to be.  I was robbed, time and again of what is beyond a shadow of a doubt rightfully mine, the title that is everything I represent to this company embodied in gold and leather.  The New Breed Championship, the leader of the next generation of Elite Answers Wrestling, it was stolen from me.
 
And so here we are one year later, a year that has saw me question myself as to how good I actually am.  A year that has seen me reaching and striving with the utmost strife just to get a chance at a chance at championship gold.  A year so filled with hardships that it would have broken anyone other than me.  After the hell I went thru over the past twelve months, I am vowing to once and for all prove that I am everything I claim to be when I use the word PERFECT to describe myself!  I am making a promise, that as sure as I live, this Saturday night the people in the Tokyo Dome will be the looking at a Mark Michaels they have never seen before!  One who is more hungry, one who is more prepared, one who has his sights set with a laser like focus on that New Breed Championship, that is the Mark Michaels who should and will be voted into the Hell’s Warpath match, and that will be the Mark Michaels who you can bet your ass is gonna win the goddamn thing!”
 
Johnny: “Easy there Mark, now you know that no one believes in you more than me, but for a second just try to remember that even you do get enough votes, you will still have to compete in a Hell’s Warpath match and you know just what kind of war zone that ring is gonna become once the bell rings.”
 
Michaels: “You’re damn right I know, Last time I was out there, the bodies were scattered all over the arena.  You don’t simply walk into that kind of a match and just hope everything works out, and you can’t really plan because you are walking into the most chaotic match that EAW has ever conceived.  So what you have to do is take what you know about the guys you’re gonna be in the ring with, but be ready for everything and the kitchen sink to be thrown at you when you’re out there.  If you do that, and kick enough asses, and somehow manage to hang on tight enough, then you might just walk to Hell and back with the New Breed title.”
 
Johnny: “And what about the guys you might have to face, I’m sure they’re going to want that new breed championship about as much as you do.”
 
(Michaels scowls at Johnny for a second.)
 
Michaels: “That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard because no one wants it more than me, not this year.  Not that putz who got put on the polls after winning a single match.  Let me repeat that, a single solitary match.  Now yes he won it, but a single win does not a champion make.  And how impressive was that win? The guy who he beat from pillar to post is right there next to him on the polling list!  Shit like this makes me shake my head with disappointment.  But hey  at least they each have one more match than that guy who hasn’t even debuted yet!  I mean what is the management thinking?  What now all you have to do to get a title shot nowadays is walk in thru the front door and not get hit in the ass while doing so?!  What the fuck is the world coming to when top tier athletes such as myself are placed in the same category as the jackasses who just came in off the street.
 
 And if you think Atilano “The invisible man” Castillos is gonna want it more than me, think again.  Hell last time he heard he had to step in the ring with Mark Michaels, he hid under his blanket for a week until the bell rang for that fourway match.   I hit him with the Screen Cracker then, and I’ll hit him with a Screen cracker in Hell’s Warpath if he steps out thru that curtain.  Only this time, no one is going to stop me from pinning his ass one, two, three in the middle of the ring!
 
I know I want it more than that Mister Belvedere wannabe Mortimer Gotch.  You know if Morty here thought it was an ass whipping he got from Nico Borg, just wait till he meets the man who Nico has never beaten.  You know Gotch better go back to eating tea and crumpets, or whatever the hell it was he was doing besides wrestling, because there’s no place for handshakes and curtsies when you’re in the middle of what is sure to be a train wreck confined inside a wrestling ring.  If Morty wants to bow down before me, he may as well get down on his knees and beg for me to go easy on him,  and if he does than maybe I’ll just toss his ass over the top rope, instead of slapping that bad goatee off his face.
 
Who else is left?  Oh that’s right the French jack ass who nobody gives two shits about, and the American jackass who nobody gives two shits about.  I mean considering just how little impact they have made in the time they’ve been on Dynasty, I’m surprised that they’re on this list, hell I’m surprised that they’re even employed by this company.  But the real thing about these two is that if they happen to try and get in my way on Saturday, I am going to give them each an ass kicking that they will never, ever, forget. 
 
The same goes to El Asshole-ico , or whatever his name is.  I mean can this guy be more of an embarrassment, whether it’s to himself, or his country, or the entire sport really?  The answer is of course no, because there is nothing sadder than some someone trying to pretend to be something that they’re not.  Like for instance He tries to pretend to be a masked Luchador from Mexico, when anyone with working eyes and ears knows that’s just not the case.  Then you have him pretending to be an actual contender to a very prestigious championship, and we all know he’s the goddamn definition of the word curtain jerker.  But the latest thing he’s trying to pass himself off as, is somebody who would last more than a minute in that ring with me.  I tell you what, I can’t wait to plant this joker’s skull into the mat if he gets voted into this match.  I will be grinning ear to ear when I do.
 
And that leaves last and most certainly the least, Wrestling’s answer to Gabriel Iglesias, Lucas Johnson.  You know the damnest thing happened yesterday, I was googling Epic Fail Videos, and it asked did you mean Lucas Johnson instead.  I mean for all your talk about how you have all these collegiate, and how much you should have been handed title matches, and after all the whine and complaining and unending bitching that has been spilling out of your mouth, you still find yourself having to do the one thing you never could to get that title shot, having to beat an opponent in some fashion.  Now yes this time actual wrestling skill has nothing to do with who wins and loses this vote, but you’ve built up a pretty damn good streak of totally choking when you get to this point so why don’t you just go ahead and keep that up right now.  Because we both know that if you don’t make the cut, at least you can keep running your mouth about how you’ve been put thru too many hoops, and won’t sign whatever minimum wage deal they offered you.  But if you do end up getting enough votes, and you step into the ring with me again, ain’t nobody buying the shit your saying anymore.  Because When you step in the ring with greatness personified, your ass gets forgotten pretty damn quick.
 
So you boys better be ready, because the three of you, plus Sebastian Monroe’s lap dog, and uncle Sam’s illegitimate bastard son, are all about to step in the ring with the man whose unparalleled skills in that ring have made him a Twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram Icon, and a Hashtag Hero to millions of people from each and every part of the globe.  The man who shall be walking into the Tokyo Dome a hero, and walking out a champion.  A man who will be going to hell and back without so much as a scratch on him.  The biggest crossover celebrity, and the brightest burning star that this company will ever know.  The man who is without a single shred of doubt the greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots , step inside a ring, and entertain the masses all around the world.  The man who is the future of EAW, which means he is not only the Destiny of Dynasty, but the only man worthy of being called champion of the new breed.  The absolute Picture of perfection, Mark Michaels.  And at Reckless Wiring, I’ll see all of you boys IN HELL, So Picture THAT!”
 
(Michaels returns his glasses to his face before walking off screen, Leaving Johnny speechless at his words.)
 

FADE TO BLACK. 

I do understand where you are coming from, Nobi. It's hard to consider myself taking a back seat to anybody. Your desire and drive are strong, but like I said I've been tested a great deal just to advance in this company higher into the realm beyond just reapect, but renowned recognition. We've all seen you stumble, and get back up several times. It's a reoccurring theme for you. I expressed unyielding faith on the idea that being apart of Stuffed Crust should only help you, but see that's just it. That is another big difference here, Nobi. Perception and Reality don't match up. You see, on the service it would appear that because we share the same code when it comes to our approach, the perception is that it could go either way here, and that still may be true. However, everything I've been through, I went through it all on my own. My experiences, my circumstances,  my mistakes, my setbacks, my overcoming of adversity after adversity has been done solely on my own. You have been surviving, keeping your head above water, and that's good. But you've had some help in doing so. There is no telling what successes will come this experience. All that's promised is that you continue to stay afloat. Don't get me wrong though, I realize the trial you'll put me through, and I'm ready to be sure. Anything you got, anything you throw my way I will overcome it and move on, because that's what should happen. This is where and perception and reality will add up. I didn't come this far this year to be turned back now. I will remind you why I've held the advantage between us. I'll remind you what I've reminded everyone since losing at Road To Redemption, and that's that I can't be held down. My ascension can't be halted, and I'll remind you why you still have a whole lot more work ahead of you before you can ever be thinking about being a world champion in this company. Everybody has to endure through a process, a growing period. This maturation that you are going through will continue after I advance past you into round two. When Showdown is all said and done this week, Nobi, if you are a man of your word, then perhaps it will end with a congratulatory handshake. I'm a man of my word, when I tell you that I am going to give you as much hell in that ring as I have all the rest and I expect nothing but your best in return. In the end, Nobi, we’ll both end up winning. Trust in that.