[The scene opens up to a plain image of a smiling boy in a photograph, propped up on an easel beneath a similar spotlight as before. There is no inscription or explanation anywhere, but it can be assumed that the boy in the picture is Drastik as a child. Drastik, meanwhile is nowhere to be seen in the shot. Very faintly, the same lyrics can be heard in the background, repeated over and over again, getting louder and louder before falling back into a hush as Drastik’s voice takes over to speak. He remains out of the shot, somewhere in the darkness surrounding the spotlight.]
 
Inadequate, feelin’ so unwanted,
Make him want to disappear.
 
I’ve found that in the face of being put in their place, most people make light of situations in this sort of Meta process where they make explicitly clear exactly what had been illuminated before. Maybe it’s the uneasiness of having someone see through a façade that isn’t as convincing as the person once thought it was. Maybe it’s lighthearted joking in the face of being exposed as something that they always believed would be tucked away, separate from what they’re doing, the lifestyle they chose. But when I watch this video package of Victor in his bedroom with body bags hanging from the ceiling, I don’t feel like this is something to laugh about by any means. I’m not sure that Victor feels the uneasiness or is being purposefully satirical because of what I said; I think he’s probably just an idiot. And when an idiot decides to offer up advice on how to make life decisions—on how I should go seek help as if that hadn’t been something that may have crossed my mind once or twice before—it would be equally stupid of me to listen to it. Maero talks of these visions and these dark thoughts like I should be impressed by the fact that he’s passing off being some whacko with zany daydreams. He repeatedly gives me examples of why he’s “more” than just dark because of the weight of sadness. Then why on earth should I listen to a word you’re saying? Sure, depression might mangle my self-confidence at times—it may rip the drive out of my chest like no loss in this industry ever could—but it doesn’t warp my perception of what’s going on around me, no. In fact, if anything, the reality around me becomes far clearer as it becomes more devoid of my emotions’ influence. While you focus so much on trying to offer your backhanded advice, your experiences, and your opinions on what I should do, what I think YOU need to do is listen to what I’m saying—I don’t need your help. And even if I did need some sort of help—if the kind of solace that you optimistically suggest is really out there—I know it wouldn’t be from some delusional fourth-string champion who’s stuck in the MySpace era of black-dyed hair and sillyband collections to cover up cut marks on your wrists. The wild, the zany, the “crazy” thing that you’re portraying is not who you are. You’ve just dawned the mask for too long and now you’re losing yourself behind it.
 
Who are you?
 
Sometimes I envy people like you—the people that get lost in their role, lost in their embellished character whether it’s in this workplace or another—because you don’t have to face up to the real problems. That’s what I was talking about before when I said I was more powerful than you because I’m more real than you, Victor. I don’t think I’ve got an edge because I lie awake staring at my ceiling some nights, unable to sleep because my brain won’t shut off. I don’t have an advantage over you because there are some days where I feel like I’m being dragged along by life no matter how much I lack the energy to even pick up my feet. I’m more powerful because I don’t get lost in who I’m supposed to be here, who people think I am. It’s got its downside, surely. For the sake of my mental state, it’s not the easier option. If I could be the super-human professional wrestler that dawns a mask and a cape and runs to the ring flailing around a t-shirt gun and telling boys and girls to drink their milk every morning for stronger bones, maybe I’d feel a little bit better. Maybe I wouldn’t feel what I feel if I did that every single week of my life and slowly felt myself being convinced by the role—having the line between who I am and what my character is become blurred. It’s easy. It’s fresh. It’s new. It’s what you’ve done, Victor. You’ve taken the person that you once were—good or bad—and written over it with this laughable edge-lord who has to give me backhanded advice on the process of seeking therapy while you cozy up around a bunch of body bags—why you have them, I have no idea. I look back to the days in my first year in this company, trying to buy into the super-hero that I was portrayed as—the super-hero that the fans believed me to be—and I wish more than anything that I could have bought into it just for a moment. But I couldn’t. Sure I accomplished what I accomplished, but I still vividly remember the night I won my first World Heavyweight Championship and felt nothing at all. I felt nothing kneeling down in the ring, looking at it. I felt nothing going to the back and being patted on the back, being assured, “This is the start of something great, RRS.” I felt nothing standing at my hotel balcony trying to stomach a smoke to just feel something at all. That’s not me, Victor. I have constantly been searching for something that fulfills me, that pumps me with enough life to compensate for the years of lifelessness I’ve felt here or anywhere else. You focus on that—and I understand it considering it was something I brought up—but that isn’t the issue that affects you. That’s an issue that affects me. What affects you is the other part of that story, where regardless of how beaten down by my depression I am, I was still able to dominate at every level, in every era that Elite Answers Wrestling has been a part of. Despite the weight of my sadness, I’m still the five-time world champion that has turned this company on its head more times than anyone else. I’m still the man who has pushed his way through to headline the biggest events—Pain for Pride included—and play the role of super-hero in spite of feeling like I was less than human. I’m still the man who, to this day, pushes past everyone around me, everyday wrestler to wild, over-the-top edge-lord, mascara included, to do things like represent our brand at King of Elite. I’m that person. So, Victor, instead of getting caught up in trying to talk me down from the edge of a building, maybe—just maybe—you should consider an alternative. Because for how pathetic you may think I am as a result of the sadness I bare, you’ll still fall to me.
 
And what’s that make you?
 
Inadequate, he is so unwanted,
Make him want to disappear,
From the fire calling,
Damn that is so unfair,
How could I care? How could I care?
How could I care?
 
[The lyrics play on, getting louder once more until they finally reach a peak and fall back down into a hush again. They eventually disappear, as does the light that illuminates the picture on the easel. Drastik does not appear. Neither does the familiar white text that would conclude this video package. It instead ends abruptly in the black.]
 
SAIL

The camera opens on PB standing in the middle of the ring in a dark arena with a spotlight shining down on him being the only source of light.  He stares downward, letting the light hit the back of his head as the shadowy void obscures his face.

"Here I stand, surrounded by Tiberius Jones' biggest fans within the center of his kingdom.  I stand in the spotlight that he fought for.  I stand in a spotlight that he's tried to steal away from me on countless occasions.  I stand with the knowledge that despite what any stipulation states Tiberius Jones will never leave me alone unless it benefits him, just as I know that despite what silly hat with bells on it or stupid bow tie he looks to put back on me that I'll never be his loyal subject even if I'm put in a fool's suit.  I take this knowledge and realize that this is a no-win scenario for the two of us.  If you win I'll always be there behind you, waiting, watching, and plotting.  If I win you'll most certainly try to usurp the law that's been put down, again, unless it benefits you not to.  That's what you do.  You're a scofflaw who respects no title or authority.  That begs the question: why should I? Why shouldn't I rip that crown from your head when I win? Why shouldn't I take this cycle of corruption and violence that you created, turned into a brass ring, and then forged into a crown and claim it as my own? Why shouldn't I do what you've done to me on countless occasions and steal the one thing that matters most to you just to spite you? Yes Jonesy, the crown might not be on the line but make no mistake in thinking that I'll try my hardest to take it from you and complete this circuit of underhandedness by finally closing the gap that you've left open for me  to exploit."

PB lifts his face and stares up to the shining ethereal spotlight with a somewhat crestfallen expression on his face.

"That would just be completing the lemniscate and trapping the both of us in this endless battle until we die in wheel chairs, swinging at each other blindly before one of us croaks.  The sad thing about that picture in my head is that I see two very young men who could've been more if they hadn't taken every chance to spite one another sitting in those wheelchairs on the brink of death.  Win or lose, this will continue.  Win or lose, that will be us.  That's fine though.  I know you live your life in regret of your cowardly actions.  I know you despise the memory of being Judas' lackey, and that you revile his name for what you went through in sovereignty to it.  I wouldn't be surprised if you resented Drake Jaeger as well, but you're both stuck in the thick of it together too deep to let go of the one few tangibles left to cling desperately to. That's what I figure anyway.  You're both just two blind snakes coiled up around one another in a vat of quicksand, unaware that the other's thinking about swallowing the other whole the first chance he gets.  You're right.  There's no love between the two of you.  You're too cold blooded to love.  It makes me wonder where he falls within the Kingdom of the Great and Mighty Jo-Jo.  Maybe you haven't discussed it yet, but seeing as how you're the self-proclaimed Kim Jong Un of EAW I'd imagine there's only room for one of you at the top.  But that's neither here nor there.  That's just the usual Pizza Boy mind game that never works on you, even though I do legitimately wonder what this crown means for the two of you."

PB reaches into his pocket, pulling out his old bow tie.  He studies it with a blank expression on his face

"Maybe that's why you want me to be a fool again.  Maybe you desire the salad days of Drake and Jones bullying the new kid.  You know deep down that those times are over and think a bit of nostalgia before finally detaining Drakey cakes will ease your guilt when you seal his fate and add another regret to your career.  I know I'm one.  I know you fear me now, and that's something you can deny until you're shouting into the face of Armageddon, but we wouldn't be here in this dire situation if it weren't because of fear.  Even if you lose, everything's coming up Jonesy because I will honor that ban.  I make no bones about the fact that I'll relish in the forthcoming years where I don't have to look over my shoulder every time I get ahead in EAW...well, at least not because of you, but this strikes me as more of a winning scenario for you than it does me.  Now that the great and mighty Tiberius VD has infected a vessel at the top of the card he has an out when it comes to me getting revenge for everything he's cost me.  Seems convenient, but I made the stipulation and I stand by it..  Maybe you should reconsider yours considering the damage that a bumbling jokester like myself could 'accidentally' befall upon his king.  I mean after all, this is who you want isn't it?"

Pizza Boy holds the bow tie up to the camera before carelessly letting go of it and letting it fall to the mat.

"The best thing that could happen to the both of us is if this guy stayed dead and buried.  If he stays dead then the grudge dies and we both move on as the headliners that we've grown into instead of the jokes on the undercard bickering over me playing the fool entirely too well...but just in case, I have prepared a few jokes for you."

Pizza Boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few flash cards.  He clears his throat and croaks into the camera with a very deadpan Steven Wright-ish voice.

"Tell me if you've heard this one boss; A king and his servants walk into a pizza place.  The pizza boy asks 'what can I get you?'  The king says 'give me three pizzas, but stack them on top of one another.'  The pizza boy shakes his head and says 'oh no sir, we can't give you three', and the king says 'why?' and the boy says ' we don't serve the upper crust.' and then he hit the king with the Final Slice, and since the king didn't really have any trusty or loyal servants, no one did anything to stop him.  Do you get it?  Eh? eh?"

PB nudges the cameraman with his elbow, causing the cameraman to laugh uncomfortably and shove PB away.

"Okay, okay, how about a riddle? Jesters do riddles right?: A king and a nobody walk into a ring.  Nobody walks out with the crown."

The spotlight turns off, leaving the camera in silent darkness.

“I...I’m sorry Nova. I’m sorry what big brother did to Cassidy. I was there for her...when she was still in the house after he left. I was the one that dressed her wounds. Soaked the blood up with the bandages, made sure that she wouldn’t hurt too much. She kept crying for you too, you know? She wanted you so badly. She wanted you to be there for her, to help her. And to take her home. I know why my brother did what he did. How he thought that it was all for the best. How...it might have been for the best if he awakened...The Killer. I don’t pretend to understand everything my big brother does. It’d be idiotic of me to imagine that. But I do know that I’m not like my brother. I also know that...I wear your shirts proudly around the house. I’ve watched every match you’ve competed in happily. I’m so happy that I get to face you again...I just wish it was under different circumstances. Because, I know how important these matches are for you. You want to destroy my family, to attack big brother for what he did to you and Vega. I get it. I do. I’m just sorry. I’m sorry because I’m going to be the one that blocks you in that path. I’m not going to just sit around and wait for chances to come, and this is my chance to take the Specialist title for myself. This is my chance. And you aren’t going to take it from me, Nova. No matter what I think of you...you’re standing in my way in that ring. And I’m a bit like my brother in this sense. No one stands in my way.


A little fact for you. I’m undefeated on Empire so far. Every match I’ve entered in, I have won. There hasn’t been any match that I’ve stepped foot in the ring that I haven’t dominated. I know how to fight, I know how to win. And me being one of your bigger fans, you should know that I know how you fight. I know how you like to grapple, I know that you’re favored thing is an all-out brawl. You won’t rest until I’m bleeding, and I won’t rest till you’re bleeding. That’s just our nature isn’t it? We just love to destroy our opponents. For me...you could say it’s in my blood. If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t be a Diemos. But, I learned a lot of that from you. I learned that you can’t pull your punches when it comes to a fight. Especially if you have respect for the person you are fighting. Because if you really respect them, you have to put your everything into beating them. You have to crush them down, so that they in turn gain respect for you. That’s what you have to do...so I have to do...I have to be like my brother to beat you. I have to leave you a broken and bloody mess on the floor if it means I’m going to walk out as a number one contender. If I’m going to walk out of Empire as number one contender, I have to put you through hell. And you’ve been through hell. If there’s one thing my brother taught me, it’s how to tell what people have been through by looking them in the eyes. So...I’ll put you through the kind of hell that you’re little sister went through. The kind of hell I saw in Vega’s eyes.

Her nightmares will mean nothing compared to the nightmares I put you through. I’ll leave you broken and shattered, Leader of the Vixen’s Division. The New Age Vixen. And I’ll do that because I want to see how broken you can become. I will...I...I can’t be like my brother. I can’t. I can’t do what he would do. But, I can ease your suffering. I’ll make you forget, Tarah. I’ll make you forget about what happened to Vega. Because, I’ll drown you in pain. I’ll make you forget Vega’s pain by giving you injuries so severe that it will drive you unconscious. I’ll make you bleed, Nova. I will tear you apart and...and while you lay there bleeding. I’ll comfort you. I’ll comfort you like I did to Vega. I promise you...I won’t leave you to die in the darkness. I won’t leave you to drown in that. Because I want to make the world my brother wants. I want to make a world without suffering. And what kind of little sister would I be...if I left someone I could call a big sister to drown in darkness? What would I be? So...when I beat you...don’t be mad at me, Tarah Nova. This isn’t personal. This isn’t personal. This...isn’t personal. Just don’t hate me.”

Does this approach remind me of anyone?

It certainly rings a bell...

I think I'm about to put my finger on it...

Ares Vendetta!

That's right, you're following in the same noise that the broken record played. It loops in the same tune, because you have nothing better to confront or combat me with. You have a hopeless sense of obsession, not with myself, but with the thought that I actually desire your attention. I think it's blatantly clear that you're used as a form of punishment. You've rebuilt your monstrous image and now it's currently being utilized by a man with no love toward myself. This match never actually required you, did you know that? You have so coincidentally fallen right into my lap at the right moment. You're Answers World Champion, so let's just take that in for just a few moments. I could be facing Tiberius Jones, Lioncross, The Pizza Boy, or anyone else from the Elimination Chamber. Damien Murrow always had a vicious intent on delivering punishment to those who defy him. So, imagine using a close friend, or a previous foe, what difference does it make? I think I would have actually cared a bit more if this was The Pizza Boy I was going up against, but you're not him. And the way I can easily pick apart the egotistical from the humble... is simply by their attitudes toward me. I've faced Ares Vendetta for the Answers World Championship, he obsessed over me wanting his title. He was always in the wrong, much like yourself. I don't know what it is with your type of people, but you seriously crave the limelight. I don't think you'd thrive without it. What else could you be possibly doing without that title? I think we've completely off-tracked ourselves with that topic. You've pinned the redemption story on me, but what about yours? You'd be floating about, with no real purpose in the world. This almighty Lannister has the purpose to rule, but if he doesn't have the platform to do so --- he's nothing. You're nothing. I've traveled through the complex thought process that is your mind. I've seen what makes you tick and I can sense the boiling anger being built up. You're speaking with the fixated mindset on Brian Daniels cherishing the rivalry with Lannister. I enjoy that, because you've never been so incorrect in your entire career. I don't cherish what we had and I certainly don't desire another year long feud with you. We've settled our differences in the past, but it appear with the assistance of Damien Murrow, we've brought happiness back to Lannister. What would Lannister be without his brutality? He dismantled ELITE like we were nothing. That was years ago, this is now. I know I often drag on about change, but it's clear that only the progressive can change. You haven't progressed at all, in fact, you've reverted to calling me by your foolish nickname again. I have a name and it's not Brian Danny, or Brie Danny, or whatever nonsense you muster up.

It's Brian Daniels.

Have it memorized?

I certainly hope so, because it's that same very name that you will hear at the end of the night. It will echo throughout the arena, my hometown crowd will create thunder like cheers, and you will grovel at my feet --- defeated. I will take no pride in defeating you, but instead offer it as a chance for the respectable likes of The Pizza Boy, Robbie V, Devan Dubian, and so many more to compete for your previous treasure. I mean, that's if being Answers World Champion actually had those benefits. I don't think I've thoroughly explained my intentions for not wanting to win the title. I've professed how I care not for it, but can you fully understand those words? I would be the Answers World Champion that Showdown deserves, but not the one Damien Murrow wants. He would rather strip me of the title, put me in "against the odds" scenarios, and find ways to take that title away from me. I've done enough fighting, I've waged so many wars, I just want to be content. I've persistently battled against corrupt management. I've always had to be the symbolic hero that takes a stand against the scheming "villains" if that's how you perceive them. I don't regret a single moment of doing any of that. I will always hold those memories in high regard, but it's not my time and place anymore. I'm not here to play that role, especially when I know for a fact that guys like The Pizza Boy will take that mantle. I have a huge amount of respect for him and I always will. I have more respect for The Pizza Boy, a man who had been considered a joke until he earned his due, more than I ever will for you as a person. I can accommodate the lack of respect for you a person, by respecting your in-ring capability. You've proven that you're one of the best wrestlers this company has to offer. That's about it. You're good in the ring, you're persuasive on the microphone, but you lack a sense of being humble. I know it's not in Lannister's nature to be humble, especially when he prides himself on having exactly that... pride. It's your pride that's guided you and it will be your pride that betrays you. I know I joke about our first encounter with one another, but have you ever actually gone back and assessed that ending? If you've ever once put a single ounce of your brain power into it --- you would have realized how easily and carelessly I defeated you. It didn't take a submission, it didn't take a roundhouse kick, it took a simple roll up. I guess you can say that I cared a little bit more back then, but that doesn't change my feelings for you now. I wouldn't care if that same result occurred at Reasonable Doubt. Notice a pattern yet? I've enjoyed your failed attempts to battle my mindset, but it's not going to change anything. You will not make me who I am, but instead I will leave you as the nobody you returned as.

Lannister has never seen such a prettier disguise than that of the tale of one Brian Danny - so credit must be given where it is due. But Lannister would never have expected your intentions to be put on such blatant display. You wish to make it seem that you are care free in this world, yet here you linger on every word. On every move. You may not have asked for the destiny that has bestowed upon you - but you're not complaining about the fortunes, either, now are you? So save Lannister those derailing details, as they are only the means to sidestep the true point at hand. You need Lannister. This has been far too obvious from the start. After all, you've been trying so hard with the games designed for the mind. But all it has done is left your mind in that of a void, opening the flood gates for Lannister to see your true intentions. Lannister would have been perfectly fine with leaving history at the door, yet you continue to reference the history between Not Elite and RAGNAROK. Revenge on the mind, everyone can see it, Brian Danny. You no longer have to deny its truth, for that reality dwells on your mind as is. After all, it's you that must continue on, haunted by the ghost of these past failures, and not Lannister. The trauma will always linger, but Lannister never expected you to wear it as a badge. So while you try to impose your will on Lannister's accord, it will only re-create that shadow of doubt that once served as your guardian angel. You've been so vague with Lannister, that he felt compelled to right the perception, to the point that only surveillance could put the essence of the situation into a greater frame. But Lannister's words are the only charitable quality he is to represent, as his absolution in esteemed power is not as forgiving. Lannister is the harbinger of truth, for one shade or another - and that side of Lannister is the one that happens to cut deep. It has become painfully apparent that this history between The Dragon and The Lion has left a mental scar on your figure - perhaps at Reasonable Doubt it's time to up the ante, and leave you with some basic incisions. Need not worry, you won't be branded like the Bastard of Vendetta. But you'll be left just as broken.

But it's not just your pride that Lannister is gunning for, Danny, your reputation is a nice bonus in the truth of it all. How your slander has become transparent to the masses, in this display of affliction to serve make-believe. So please do, Daniels - run that game - see how much your word is worth in the after shock. This simple tirade has already proven old, as you only get off by the mere thought of attention. Lannister sees it hard to believe that you are in the position not to care, when you've become so devoted to the cause. It's a pity that all these fans have invested their loyalty into you, only to come to the realization that you're such a fake. It's rather humorous in the truth of it all that you rave on with your convictions, as if you have it all figured out. You might be aligned onto the path of the less traveled, but that doesn't mean you've found yourself on a one-way street. All your jests you continue to slander Lannister's way, can simply be met and twisted back at you. Lannister simply could not care any less about the men they stand before him - it's just a pretender of another coat of arms. Lannister need not benefit through you Brian Daniels, for you have nothing to give. Lannister is not going to pretend that you are some arch nemesis, because that would require the chronicles of history to favor your name. But alas, that is not be the case, and it's Lannister's physique and reputation that is to blame. So if anything, Lannister can safely say he is the one in the driver's seat, and proclaim that all you do IS care, Brian Daniels. Deny it all you like, but Lannister need not be envious of your side of history. Lannister has beaten and battered you every single turn, barring one fluke victory. But even that hasn't factored into Lannister's reputation, a surreal realization for you, Lannister is sure. Lannister wouldn't doubt if that tears your conscience apart at night, knowing that all you do is tow that line. From the outsider's perspective, with the bias set aside, you wouldn't recognize this person that Lannister has always been in total control of. Even though - all it would take is a simple look in the mirror.

But that is why Lannister is not fazed by your tone, because he's seen it all before. You're just going to have to do better than these watered-down cliches. Brian Daniels, you are solely focused on change, harnessing yourself in the imagination of it all. You seek this as merit-less ramble, yet it's all that truly comes to matter. You search for the universal truth in the mold of perception, yet its code is only written in your point of view. Look at what you have become, Brian Daniels - a fraud who can't escape his mechanized ways. You've become a passenger to your own bitter nature, seeking to live your life out on some deceptive angst and fairy-tale. Yet, have the audacity to suggest it is Lannister that is still living in the world of kings and queens. No, no, Brian Daniels - you've become the fractured design to your own meager intents. Constantly caught in this loop, practically a machine covered in flesh and bone. Optimized to run on any system, as the only requirement is to fit the narrative set on your mind, regardless of the fallacies. The results are predefined in your head, to make way for the shifted reality in which you keep. That is the only means to explain all your misconceptions on Lannister's ambitions and beliefs, for not a shred of truth has been put on display. That is the only mean to explain why you continue to refuse your interest in not just the Answers World Championship, but Lannister himself. Robbie V isn't going anywhere, your scheme isn't in jeopardy there. Yet here you stand, and here you plot - to lurk upon Lannister's stead. Perhaps your time with the Bastard of Vendetta has gotten the best of you, because you're starting to sound just like him. So eager to mock Lannister to the very core, yet so obviously obsessed with his shade. Lannister cannot come to blame, after all, purgatory is often to lead the mind astray. But how it just comes to prove that what you are trying to dish, is only the result of what has come invoked.

Consider your myths retired.

Now comes the true display. For that's the price that wills, in this power to be dare...

Voltage promo #1


Wednesday , 2:10 A.M., location unknown.


(The scene opens with the screen completely blank and blacked out.)

???: "Do the blind yet have sight? Do they see what is plainly before them? Do they deny the great beast that has been risen up? The one that has swallowed whole all whom have been placed before it? Wether they call themselves a wolf, or a machine, none were able to stand against this unholy monster that has been assembled. The world and its armies cannot stand against this monster, for it has been given power and authority to crush and conquer. And it shall crush and conquer all who dare oppose it. For all time..."


(The camera pans to the left, as it does it slowly brings into frame a man with dark, sinister facial features, and a pair of intense and bloodshot eyes that staring a hole thru the camera. The man's face is unmistakable, the man is none other than Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "... Until the end of aaaaaagggggggeeeeeesssssss. Just days ago, the eyes of the masses laid witness to the sanitorium rising up to the top of the earth. They witnessed Eclipse Diemos break the man who's will was stronger than steel, and in doing so took that prized possession that he held so dear.

It saw that leach Marco Fedor being ripped apart by the bare hands of me and Maero. And now can anyone deny the strength of the Sanitorium? If they do, than let them stand be fore us that we might demonstrate our power, and make examples of those who would be foolish enough to do so.

As I here I stand with fate drawing me ever closer to the next sacrifice, I reflect upon this time and how once again that Thorn in my side Ahren Fournier, rears he ugly head again. How once again I am tasked with not only enduring him, but bringing about his just rewards at the appointed hour,I stand and reflect. For Ahren is a slimy worm who has slipped thru my fingers, and has grown overconfident because of it. How I lament not crushing him sooner. How I desperately wish to stop up the poisonous brew that spews forth from his mouth. Again fate grants me the opportunity to do so, and now that it is just him and me, with no distractions and no one to save him, this time I shall rid myself of Ahren Fournier forever.


Ahren, you curse fate that once again has brought you to me. I curse the day you emerged from you mother's womb. I curse the day that she allowed the wicked seed that conceived you in to her. I curse those days for they are the days that chained you to me like a great weight around my neck.

How I truly loathe you Ahren Fournier, how I despise everything about you. The unwarranted arrogance that is dripping of your every word and action. Your inability to see the works that take place before your very eyes. The deafness that keeps you from hearing even the most basic of truths, such as how I spoke of not desiring the Hardcore Championship for myself. For I care not for golden belt not the title they represent. I do not seek my own glory, especially from the unwashed Heathens who covet that title. I only seek to do the will of the ones who have sent me. And on that night when I had laid low Marco Fedor, I sought their wisdom. And they whispered in my ear that Maero's time to possess that gold had not yet come to an end. It had not then, nor shall it when you stand face to face with Maero himself.

Do you hear me Ahren? Nothing can garner you the glory you seek. And every endeavor to do so, shall end as fruitless as every other one before it. That is the curse you bare, to be haunted and left hungering by that which you most desire. Just you have haunted me, just as you have been scourge of my days here, so too shall that Championship be forever just inches away from your grasp.

But though that title shall forever evade you, you shall not be able to outrun me and my masters forever. Soon, oh so soon I will get to tear you apart. Piece by piece I shall rend your flesh, snap your bone, and tear thru the marrow with my goddamn bare hands! Oh yes, how wonderful it shall be. This time Ahren no piece of steel, or iron, or brass shall be able to save you. No thing within the highest heavens or the depths of the earth shall keep me from pouring out the measure of my masters' fury upon you.

This time Ahren, this time your screams of terror and agony shall be heard by those who are Miles away! This time Ahren shall crush you in mind, body, and spirt. I shall dole out a punishment that you shall never forget, a damnation that shall scar you for life. Nevermore shall you find even the smallest sliver of peace. No longer shall this life be nothing more than a joke with which to amuse yourself. I await with all the anticipation I can muster, the moment when I get my hands on you. Oh how beautiful it shall be after this Sunday, after that great work before me is completed. How I cannot wait for destiny to bring our paths to a cross again Ahren, for this time you are mine! Once the chosen hour has come nothing shall stop me from decimating you.

And after I am done carrying out the will of my masters, I shall leave just the tiniest portion of you leftover for Maero to finish off once and for all.

So prepare yourself Ahren, for in mere days the noose that hangs around your neck begins to tighten, the bitter drink you have concocted shall be forced down your throat, and the heat from the never ending flood of FIRE, shall come crashing down upon you with great fury and anger.

Oh yes Ahren, consider yourself forewarned. All of these things have been told by the ones who sent me, and they must be so."


(Caine inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back as he does. The camera holds on his face for a long moment before fading out.)


The end.

(Chris Elite is shown standing in Times Square 42nd i street in the middle of the crowd with a bunch of barricades and security around him a lot of people notice him some don’t others don’t even know what is going on)

Chris Elite: I hope all of you have your phones out. I hope all of you especially my opponents are listening very carefully to what I have to say because I don’t want to have to repeat myself. See it’s like I said last week approaching the 6 man tag team match I’m coming for it all. I’m not letting one thing slip by me not this nor the tournament. I want it all and some of you in this matched laughed at me. You just let it go in one ear and right out the next. Now the time is coming even closer and I will repeat myself again. I know I said I wasn’t going to repeat myself or I didn’t want too however I think that’s something that needed to be heard. One last warning before all of you walk into that ring like shit is sweet. Whether you take me serious or not is all up to you. I’m not here to crack jokes and make any false claims. Everything that comes out of my mouth from this point forward is something I believe in 100 percent. With that being said. I am not walking out of this match bragging about being in the final 3. I’m not walking out of this match bragging about being the runner up, I’m walking out of this match bragging about how I won. Bragging about how since that match was announced I said I was going to win it. What’s the excuse then? It was another fluke? I didn’t deserve to win? Oh wait no I got one I believe Lars pointed this out “That win means nothing”. You know my mom always told me be better not bitter and after hearing what Lars had to say it’s obvious his mom didn’t tell him that. I mean for Christ sake he probably got the bitterness from his mother.

Lars I wasn’t going to speak about how I had a huge advantage over you that was known whether or not our one on one match happened or not. You assuming things isn’t going to get you anywhere I’m not worried about our one on one match and if you’d stop sticking those needles so far down your ear you would have heard me say last week I’m not worried about that win because it’s not like I beat someone worth bragging about defeating. So I wish you and everyone else that keeps bringing up my victory over you would stop. If you want to hear me brag then just tune in on either Instagram or Facebook live and that’s where you’ll hear some bragging. Hell I might even go to your locker room and give everyone an inside look on Lars second loss at the hands or feet of Chris Elite. Will the win matter then or do you plan on winning the Gold Rush Tournament? Yeah I doubt it, you’ve been making a lot of claims as of late and you haven’t even came close to backing any of them up. You said you would be the New Breed Champion and instead of you defending against Cody Marshall it’s Ryan Marx. You claimed you would defeat me and you failed to do that as well. You claim you’ll win this match and you’ll be the one facing Nico, Rex or Matt Ryder and guess what? The cycle continues and you lose again. So every time you make some claim or anytime you promise to do something. I’m going to laugh at you. I’ll laugh all the way here in Times Square and I’ll laugh in the middle of that ring at Madison Square Garden it doesn’t matter. This “Stepping Stone” has made you trip over your own words before and I’ll do it again and again and again until they stop putting you in my way. You are the one who is a stepping stone. So when I’m on my way to holding to championships while you are still making claims you can’t live up too. I’ll make sure to say my thanks to the real stepping stone by the name of Lars Griers. If we do have a one on one match yes I do know the outcome because we’ve had one before and nothing and I mean nothing at all is going to change. So you let that sink in and hopefully your brain is smart enough to get you to understand that every time you step in the ring with me. You are just setting yourself up for failure.

(Chris Elite takes a moment to look around at the crowd some of them and ooh’s and ah’s the others are cheering him on asking him to say more he then proceeds)

Chris Elite: Now I’m not going to waste my time and pick you all out one by one even though I’m sure that’d be a lot of fun. But there’s an elephant in the room I’d like to address I believe his name is Darkane or something like that I’m not too sure. What I am sure of is that just because he took out Terry Chambers and sent him off too Voltage doesn’t all the sudden make him a threat at least not in my eyes. I mean Terry Chambers himself wasn’t even a threat. My promise hasn’t changed just because there’s a replacement what I said before will still happen. You don’t scare me and I don’t give a damn if you think I’m underestimating you or not literally nothing has changed. I’ll treat you the same way I would of treated Terry. Also there is one more thing I’d like to address. I heard some people questioning whether or not I’m hungry enough and it seems to be a trending topic. You guys are going to witness first hand exactly how hungry I am. I mean I’m so hungry I’m willing to kick another man’s teeth down his throat to make sure he never eat right again. Hungry isn’t the word, I’m starving for success. I’m starving for the chance to get some gold around my wait and around my shoulder. You guys still look at me as a joke now and not a serious threat and that’s cool I’ll let it continue just know soon enough it’s all going to sync in and you will realize I am a threat and I am everything I ever said I am. From “Killa” to God’s Given Greatness. First it starts off with the battle royal than we move onto the Gold Rush tournament and to cap it all off I have the world at the palm of my hands with every single one of you begging for my forgiveness. Laugh now, cry later. Just don’t get upset when you hear the words “I told you so” because I did indeed tell you so…

(Chris Elite cracks a little smile before the camera fades to nothing)

Don't kid yourself, Nico. You’re no more of a humble servant, who believes himself to be secretly wiser and more discerning, than I am a haughty master destined to die on the bed I make. But, hey maybe I'm wrong here, Lord knows I'm always wrong when I question Nico and his foresight. However, in this case wasn't it our very own National Elite Champion himself that walked out flexing his champion hubris in front of the world, as if he were pure wrestling excellence? Yes, I do believe it was. A man who boldly declared how very superior he is, and now after exhibiting shades of his own form of bravado he has to back it all up live in front of the world on FPV. Yeah, that man Nico Borg sure walks with a different swagger nowadays for sure. I mean, it must be the normal “first-real” title defense syndrome he's got, where an unproven champion walks into battle believing he's surveyed his competition well enough, and at the same time wants so badly to prove his own words to be as heavy as the world itself above all else and will remain unchallenged. Don't worry, Nico, been there done that. Here is some friendly advice when it comes to presenting yourself foolishly to be exposed by your opponents. Don't do that, it can really come back to bite you. The only difference from when I lost the New Breed championship compared to if you lose this weekend will be the level of competition that defeated me, which when you think about it was an above average competitor than you would normally see in the New Breed division in Marx, whereas you’ve already deemed me a half of the quarter of performer that you are. So with that said, if and when you go down in defeat this weekend it won't be nearly as credible as mine. It will in fact be quite a shame, and your reign as National Elite Champion will be forgotten. You see, while you've basically went untouched the title that you hold onto so tightly has lost lots of prestige. Where many past champions such as Aren Mstislav, Tyler Parker, Devan Dubian, GI Styles actually made claims of keeping glory with the belt, they also followed through on all those claims. In almost four months as champion you've done nothing with the title, and the worst part is that you are actually content with your current position having shown no real desire to challenge for higher status until now when it was handed to you.. It took a testy confrontation from myself myself and Ryder over who was worthy enough to challenge you for you to even respond. You spoke of dexterity then which is fine, soon though you'll need to show you have what it takes to carry the weight of a downtrodden lackluster division on your shoulders, but hey I'm too haughty, what do I know? Promises can be broken, remember Nico? Contracts can be destroyed if all parties don't agree to the terms, but then again they can be cashed in too, can't they? You haven't considered that for even a moment, have you? I understand though having been a one and done champion, it's okay. You've got the syndrome. Not to worry, there's a cure for it, nothing permanent. I'll give you a dose of the cure now with enlightenment, and the rest later with a nice swift reality check. The seeds of overconfidence from the champion have been planted, and are always well known, because it's easy to see when they believe that talking down to an opponent is the answer, but not always. Not in cases when their opponent is willing to boldly himself challenge the champion’s merit when that champion has failed to show any with the belt on the line in a hostile environment. This week will tell us alot. You may believe the Lord will see you through this time, and there is nothing or nobody to say he won't, but like you said, Nico, promises don't come to pass on your terms, and not at a time of your choosing. Great lesson you taught. It was good to be reminded, even if I've already long to come to understand that. At Reasonable Doubt, you may come to realize it again too sooner than you thought.

Choose your words wisely, Nico. You do realize that despite the fact that I own no wins over you in any match type we've competed in that the trend won't go on forever, right? You see, while you were too busy caressing your title belt on the sidelines whispering sweet nothings to it, I was actually busting my ass week in and week out just to finally justify myself stepping up to declare myself as a challenger to your title. That you accepted, no matter your opinion of my worth, without hesitation told me that I had made the right decision. I've got nothing to lose once again against you just as was the case in our last encounter in the beat the clock challenge, but unlike any other time we've competed against each other, you have something to lose in this scenario. You've done nothing but sour your chances at seeming credible at all as a champion over these last few months. Blame circumstances. Blame management. Blame all the makeshift of competition, or even an act of God. But by golly be grateful you got to hold that distinction as a National Elite Champion even though you only won it by cashing it in on a helpless adversary. Be glad that you could be given the opportunity to present yourself so foolishly while wearing that prestigious piece of gold. Don't worry though, Nico, for I'll gladly return the favor to you for such kindness that you presented to me earlier. I'll shall now absolve you of the shame that should rightfully befall YOU when walk back to that locker room, your shine gone as well as your gold. Your promises broken. Your contract destroyed, and your syndrome cured.

.:EMPIRE #1:.

There is not a day that goes by where I don’t look in the mirror and I say “Damn, aren’t I glad to be the legendary, often imitated never duplicated Kendra Shamez?” I have a lot of self-confidence but people often mistaken that with ignorance and even self-righteousness. But is there really a problem with being proud of who you are? Is there an issue with loving yourself and loving who you are as an individual inside and out? I am proud to be Kendra Shamez. I am proud to be an OG. I am proud to be one of the founding fathers of the Vixen’s division and there’s not a damn thing anyone can say to change that.
 
Over the past couple of weeks, the OG Vixens have taken a kick in the gut, if you will. Our family is compromised of the three most iconic women in EAW today. We decided to join forces simply because we had the same upbringing in EAW. We are the EAW originals and we built the Empire that is now known as the Women’s Division. We carried this division on our backs in the different phases of the Vixens division in EAW. The Heart Break Gal carried the Vixens when it was barely starting out. She was one of the first iconic women to take center stage in a male dominated industry. She broke barriers and shattered glass ceilings. If it wasn’t for her going against societal norms, then where would people like Aria Jaxon or Sheridan Müller be right now? And of course, the OG’s had the incredible, beautiful, dashing, daring, intelligent Cameron Ella Ava. A name that if once heard brings back a wave of nostalgia. After HBG and I were done with EAW, she was given the torch to carry on. She had to deal with battling the old wench that now runs Empire for an entire year. An entire year! And now we have dumb whores complaining that they have the same person twice in a row. Entitlement is like a plague in the women’s division. It can turn the humblest spirit into a devilish brat. A devilish brat that acts entitled when in reality, the only women who have bragging rights, the only women who have an ounce of entitlement is US. And of course, the last OG, the most iconic, the most memorable and the most loyal is me, Kendra Shamez. I was here when I legitimately had NO ONE to face. I stayed in EAW even though I had no reason to. I did other roles because I wanted to be a part of this company, I wanted to become a legend in the eyes of many and I did. We were all inducted into the Hall of Fame because EAW recognized our loyalty. EAW recognized our stellar wrestling abilities and EAW recognized that we are the best females to ever step foot into this company.
 
But back to my original argument – our family has taken a real beating with the departure of our good friend, Ms. HBG. People view her departure as her not wanting to be part of the OG’s anymore. People view her separation from Empire as a sign that the OG’s are no longer a force to be reckoned with. Contrary to popular beliefs, you mother fuckers, HBG is still loyal to her OG sisters. She decided to take a break because she fucking wanted to! We have the right to come and go as we please. We have earned that right and we shouldn’t be limited to the limitations that someone like Autumn Raven would have. We are superior and we have much more of a say as to what happens backstage and all of a sudden that’s a bad thing? We get called out week after week and it’s always the same insult – we’re has-beens, our time is up. Says who? Says some simpleton that hasn’t earned her stripes? Says some fucking moron who doesn’t know the difference between a figure-four leg lock and a figure-eight? These constant insults coming from idiots like Haruna Sakazaki, Tarah Nova, Azumi Goto, Aria Jaxon – hell the entire fucking roster since they’re all unoriginal pieces of shit are nothing but FUEL. We have gone through hell and back and I will be damned if we are stopped dead in our tracks by people who are nowhere near our level.
 
Haruna, I know that you’re watching backstage with that constant stupid look on your face wishing you knew what to say. I know that you want to come up here and defend yourself and turn everything I said previously against me. But it’s quite evident that you can’t. You’re known as a loser. A loser who can’t have a win under her belt due to her constant fucking moronic nature. You’re known as a loser who is the cause of all problems. Weren’t you the reason why you lost? Who did you tap out to? Oh right, it was me! How could I forget? Oh wait, I know how – you’re easily forgettable. You used to be someone people admired because you weren’t the same generic Vixen as EAW seems to spit out every now and then. But what are you now? Azumi Goto’s personal fishy buffet? You went from being one of the top Vixens to being the bottom of the barrel. It must suck how you once had a match at PFP and now you’re jobbing to Kendra Shamez. Life isn’t fair but hell, whoever said that it was?
 

Malicious Intentions is two weeks away and this is the grand opportunity the OG’s need in order to truly establish our dominance. The Empire cup will be in the hands of the OG’s and we will take back what is ours. We will have the Women’s Championship AND the Specialist Championship in our possessions. We are two individuals that seem to have the entire world against us but let me tell you, it wouldn’t be the first time. We are used to being the prey. We are used to being the underdogs. Little do people know, however, is that we always come out on top. Always.

IV: Ho-ho-hold up!

Subjects: This is a stick up!

No, no, that ain’t my game anymore, I’m telling Pizza Boy to slow his roll.

Red light, red light! Traffic stops under our great king’s might!

I don’t know what kind of shit you be putting in that pizza you feed yourself, but I don’t know where you’re coming from with half of what you saying. Friends? Love? And something about you going to be king? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND?

Lost your mind~

I said I’d leave you alone if I lost, I never said I’d give you my damn crown. No way! Who do I look like to you? Lioncross? Some other idiot who gets his prized possessions put on the line for no reason?

Nu-uh-uh-uh.

I earned this crown, I ain’t putting it on the line under any circumstance, this isn’t a championship title that needs to swap hands or be defended. Just like I earned my right to drop my last name, like many royal families in history. I don’t know where you get off addressing me with the last name Jones, I need no such distinction as all serve beneath me, when I became king you were all my family….my household in which I head! I don’t get why you’re so obsessed with calling me by my former last name, did you want to be the one who takes it away from me like we were gonna get hitched? I don’t roll that way!

This isn’t PB & J.

You being real nasty now too, coming out here locking lips with other men like you gotta prove something just cause I called you a homophobe. Relax! Nobody wants to see that. Gross, I was just messing with you.

Yucky, yuck yuck.

If you’re going to do a good job as my jester you’re really going to need to get to know your king more and stop attributing your own qualities onto me. I’m not someone concerned with having friends, I’ve got all the friends I need, and got all the right kinds. I am here to show the people what happens when they dare show defiance to my reign, I will quell all dissent. Why? Because I’m not trying to be a sovereign of these times. These times where sovereigns can be figure heads who have no power despite holding the title of royalties old, where the new royals who truly lead countries have term limits, or the corporate sovereigns that can be voted out by a board with enough stock in a company! I want my power to be absolute. You dream of revolutions? I say I’ll turn this place into North Korea if that it is what it takes for you people to fall into your places and stop these childish fantasises of usurping my authority over this roster! How well are “revolutions” going there? You would best know that it is wiser of you to call me Tiberius IV now, then call me Kim down the road. You don’t know what being humbled means Pizza Boy, otherwise you never would claim to be such as you refuse to kneel before the presence of your king. If my subjects require a display of force to showcase to them that I am not to be trifled with than I will leave a scene that lasts throughout the ages to tell them my reign is forever cemented without question, beyond a reasonable doubt!

Title drop! Roll credits!

What people need to understand is that the game has completely been turned on it’s head, I who once served shall now be served. I don’t answer to any of you, I need not to provide a reason when I tell you to jump, I only need to tell how high.

You know, I’ve learned a lot about pro wrestling since I arrived in EAW.

A lot more than I cared to ever know to begin with. It’s hard transitioning from what I used to do, as a contractor and Pilot in the United States Air Force to this line of work. I’ve always been given orders, have been told what to do. The battle would be won or lost and that would be the end of it. There is a chain of command. Now…..I don’t know anymore.

It seems more and more as the losses piled up that the person who signed me to compete has given up on me.

But I will not give up on myself. Not again. There have been too many things that I have gone through in my life to just fold up now because things have gotten difficult. All of you are expecting me to just simply fade away and never come back. That’s what everyone believes what happens, right? As a matter of fact, I’m facing someone who is supposedly coming back to claim what “is theirs” despite the fact that she’s never had anything to actually lay claim to to begin with.

Cherrise, I can appreciate you wanting to mow down everything in your path, but I think that EAW has changed quite a bit in your absence. The most unfortunate of these changes, at least from your perspective, is that I am here. Just has people have been the harsh teachers of reality to me since my arrival, I plan on teaching you.

I am a lot of things. A drunk, yes. A mercenary who does what she’s told like a dog, yes. A loser…yeah. Especially of late. But one thing that I am not and will never be for the likes of YOU especially is a stepping stone. I consider myself more of a measuring stick. I will test you out to see if you belong in this new world that you’re coming back to. No one wants to hear about how long you’ve been gone or what you’re going to do now that you’re here. What people are going to want to see is if you can back up all that bullshit you’re saying.

This match is my message not just to you but to the entire Empire Locker room. You girls have roughed me up a bit. You’ve humiliated me. You’ve made me reevaluate my wrestling strategy. You’ve made me go to the gym more and prepare harder for matches, harder than anything I’ve had in my life, even for military duty.

My message will be clear, especially after I beat the shit out of this reject who comes crawling back to crawl in the limelight after the hard work that others have done in her absence. Her broken body will be the paper, her blood is going to be the ink I use to make my message clear to every last one of you:


APRIL SONG…IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. 

[Cody Marshall stands behind a podium wearing a suit with a red tie and a "Cody Marshall for General Manager" button pinned to his jacket. He shuffles some papers around as camera flashes go off in rapidfire fashion.]

First of all, I would to thank the many, many fans throughout this country that have joined up with #TeamMarshall. Secondly, I want to thank Ryan Marx for having the balls to give me a shot at his title. I have been fighting for an opportunity like this ever since I first stepped foot in that Showdown locker room. And finally I got what I wanted: a shot at Ryan Marx’s New Breed Championship at Reasonable Doubt. I don’t have to say a whole lot more about the way I feel about Ryan Marx; the man has no honor -- that’s H-O-N-O-R, ain’t no “U” in honor, Marx has got no respect for others and certainly no respect for himself! I mean, what kind of man do you have to be to say the things he says, and do the things he does? Ryan Marx thinks he’s so much better than all of us because he subscribes to this edgy Fight Club philosophy and keeps a thesaurus by his bedside. Well I’m here to prove to him that he’s not.


[Marshall clicks his wireless mouse as the projector behind him fades to a rather unflattering shot of Hillary Clinton juxtaposed with an image of Ryan Marx.]

We see the same thing in politics: polished speakers who spout fancy-sounding platitudes and generalities, that when you boil it all down, don’t mean a damn thing! I challenge anyone out there to listen to Ryan Marx talk, and explain in plain english what he’s actually saying. You could take the brightest minds the world has to offer, put ‘em in a room with a Ryan Marx promo, and they’d be stumped. “Blah blah, Patriotism is bad, unless it’s British! I am the true enlightened master. Pain is pleasure!”... shut the fuck up! The EAW Universe has had enough of false leaders like you promising them salvation. It’s time for a new day in EAW. The Five Pillars? Get the fuck off my TV with that phony baloney horseshit. Ryan Marx may be young, but he is already a figure of the distant past. It is time to look to the future… to the Doctrine of Dominance. We will Make Showdown Great Again, and Ryan Marx will not be a part of it. You heard that right. Once I defeat Ryan Marx for the New Breed Championship and become General Manager of Showdown, I will make sure that Ryan Marx never steps foot into a Showdown ring again, mark my fucking words.

[Marshall clicks again to the next slide, which bares only the words "Doctrine of Dominance".]

I want to build a brand that the American people can be proud of, not only for myself, but for all the American people. I’m even willing to work with the Luchadors, provided they are of exceptional talent and have filled out the proper paperwork. What I envision is a meritocracy, where the most talented and hardworking Elitists rise to the top. And I will admit, Ryan Marx has been impressive ever since he came to EAW. However, he is just not good enough, and certainly not determined enough, to beat me. Let me say this right now for the record, I will not have to order Ryan Marx to leave Showdown. You know why? Because once I give him the beating of a lifetime, which will make my attack from two weeks ago look tame by comparison, Marx will be so bruised, battered, and embarrassed that he will leave by his own will. It will be I, Cody Marshall, who will do the impossible and finally beat some respect into that no good wannabe Ryan Marx.

Right now, Ryan Marx has no respect for anyone. He takes a look at America, sees honest hard laborers out of work, they got 4 or 5 kids and can’t pay their bills, can’t buy their food. Victims of the Obama administration. He sees veterans not getting the care they deserve, auto workers getting laid off, the city of Detroit spiraling into pure anarchy, mines that once provided wealth and prosperity for entire working class towns closed down by environmental wonks, families in shambles. Hard times. Ryan Marx sees them and he feels nothing. All he can do is laugh, spit on the American flag and rip that God blessed flag in half. Fuck him. Ryan Marx doesn’t want to Make America Great Again, and he certainly doesn’t want to Make Showdown Great Again!

It’s not in his interest. A weak Showdown roster is exactly what Ryan Marx wants. He wants nothing more than to continue to run through weak competition. Ryan Marx says he’s got five pillars? I say he’s got one: “Make Ryan Marx look strong”. Yet he has his head stuck so far up his own ass that he accuses me of being out only for myself. It would do him a lot of good to take a long look in the mirror, though he may be grossed out by actually seeing those crooked yellow teeth and his baggy ass suits of his. The Three T’s: Toothbrush, tailor, and therapy. That’s what Ryan Marx needs. Though I doubt there is any shrink out there who’d be able to do any good for a man so far gone as him. And that toothbrush would have to reach pretty far up his ass to get to his mouth. Comedy is not my forte, but with Ryan Marx the jokes just write themselves. He is even more sad than Kevin Devastation! At least Kevin had a successful run a decade ago. What has Ryan Marx ever done but whine like a little bitch and luck out or cheat his way to a few narrow victories over some mediocre talent?

[Marshall removes his jacket and steps out from behind the podium with an intense glare in his eyes, taking the microphone off its stand before beginning to speak again.]

I’ll tell you what he’s gotta do now. Ryan Marx, you better buckle up, ‘cause Cody Marshall is anything but mediocre. Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I don’t deserve this title because I’m from the best country in the world, I deserve it because I’m the toughest SOB in the world, and I will open up a can of whoop-ass so large that even you Brits couldn’t drink it all down. And let me say one more thing. I’m reaching out right now, I want you at home to know my hand is touching your hand for the gathering of the biggest body of people in this country, in this universe, all over the world now. I came into EAW with a chip on my shoulder, just like Ryan Marx, being showered with boos and greeted with chants of “We hate Marshall!”. But now I have come to the aid of the people, I’ve got the crowd chanting ‘USA!’, I got #TeamMarshall in my corner and together we are making this blessed show great again, and I swear to God, come Hell or high water, I will repay you for all of your support. Because I will be the next New Breed Champion, and I will be the next General Manager of Showdown. Cody Marshall 2017 baby, it’s happening!

And Ryan Marx, Mr. Philosopher… Let me leave you with this. One way to hurt Ryan Marx, is to take what he cherishes more than anything in the world and that’s the New Breed title. I’m gonna pull out all the stops, and I will take it. If I am busted open, bleeding out like the Red Sea, I will keep on going and I will take it. You can bring out steel chairs, barbed wire, even a fucking chainsaw. I have braved the horrors of war, and nothing a half-man like you can do will make me back down. Bring out a fucking elephant, I don’t care! I will keep on moving forward, beat your ass to kingdom come, and take that New Breed Championship. If the arena floods and we have to fight on Noah’s Ark, I will still fucking take it. Shit’s about to get real. Thank you all and God Bless America!

[Cody Marshall drops the microphone and triumphantly exits the stage.]

(A secret camra is filiming Ahren Fournier as he stands in front of a mirror)

Ahren: Hmmmmm, I look at the card, was supposed to see Ahren Fournier vs Maero- Hardcore Championship... Look at card, see Ahren Fournier vs Solomon Caine.... I hate this place... I really, reaaallllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy hate this place. You get told something every week only to get the carpet pulled out from under you. Well what the shit am I supposed to do? Beat Solomon Caine again? Is that what it takes? I know, it's not impressive, but its like the only guy they ever have me face anymore. Not against Solomon Caine? I must have a segment. But here I am being promised this title match, and promised, and promised, but here I am, another week with another empty promise.


(Ahren looks down and picks up a paint can)


Ahren: Pink... I like pink...

(Ahren dumps the paint all over him) I look like an aborted fetus now. (Ahren slowly gets on the ground, and starts to roll around like a fetus)

So comforting to be the fetus, I shall eat my own kind for nourishment. Maybe after eating a fetus I can finally become exactly who management wants me to be! They love the kids don't they! Who better connects with the kids, than a fetus. What am I saying? I'm not a fetus, I just look like one.


(Ahren gets up, and walks inches to the mirror)


Ahren: Look at me, I'm the most beautiful fetus I've ever seen.


(He starts rolling his body on the mirror)


Ahren: I feel the mirror on my skin, I'm narrating my life again just because I can. I like to hear the sound of my Ahren voice. This mirror is cold, but it makes me feel alive!


(Ahren stops and looks at the mirror to see the design the paint has left behind)


Ahren: Look at this ART!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE, I AM A MASTERPIECE! The thing is, I can do something for nothing, and it can make it into something beautiful. I call this, Fetus probs. And what is this fetus's problems? Well you see, this fetus has done everything he can get what he wants, but he... This fetus, keeps being looked over, even though he keeps being told something is going to happen. This fetus, well, he may be the sexiest fetus on the block, but does he get the regetnition for it? No, the poor fetus just does all the great things, and gets no thank you. No pat on the back, because afterall he is just a fetus. NOBODY CARES! I DONT CARE FETUS, STOP TALKING TO ME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS! Because you see baby fetus artwork, I too have problems. But this problem doesn't have a name, it isn't Solomon Caine, he does not impress me, he never has. Now, after last week, he impresses me even less, because he's a moron. He's sabatoging his career due to his own stupidity, or blindness. He could be the Hardcore Champion right now, he had the win, but instead he let that hack of a performer Maero pick up the win. Does Maero deserve to be the champion? No, he let Jon McAdams take him to the brink. Jon McAdams who doesn't have a hardcore bone in his body. Why did that match even take place last week? When I was promised a Hardcore Title match, how does Marco get that match before me? I don't know. I'm asking a lot of questions at you baby fetus, and I must say I don't know why you would know the answers. You have only been alive for a few days, and I don't think you have the mental capabillities to understand what I'm saying. But the thing is, I feel like you have the same brain capacity as the people that actually run this company. Just say whatever you want without coming through on promises. But little baby fetus artwork, I will get that Hardcore Title match, it may have been promised to be this week.... Which it isn't, but they can only deny me for so long, before they just have to. I keep winning, and talking, and winning, and talking, its a never ending loop for good ol' Ahrn dog. So there are two possibilities, I win, and get the chances I deserve. That I am LONG overdue, or I quit from boredom. BACK TO THE PAINT I AM DRY!!


(Ahren gets back in the pink paint)


MMMMMM yeah, that feels good. Do you know what I mean? Drastik and I, we have eachothers backs. We won't rest until we both have those single titles, and are on top of this company. They might keep giving our chances to other less deserving people, but one day, we will get those chances, and when that happens we strike! But as for this week I have to waste my time, on a waste of space that's more overrated than... That... Sports team that's really overrated. If he does decide to talk to me, I do know what he'll say, because he says the same thing every time. He will say that because of my vanity, the chances I "deserve" aren't coming my way. And I should change my ways, because then I will get everything I deserve, and his masters will stop being assholes to me. Well I don't agree with that, I have the title match in place, I'm just waiting on the whole thing to be scheduled. The Sanitorium, is scared of Ahren Fournier, they are SCAAAAAAAAARED of me. Why? Because I am everything that they're not. I am that modern sexual stallion, that sexy beast that they can never be. I am the popular guy that everyone wants to be, or be with. I am the life of the party while they somber around, and get all depressed about everything, at all times. Hey, they have the Hardcore title, and now the EAW Championship, maybe now they can be happy about life, because even after all the "shitty things" that have happened in their lives, they're doing pretty well for themselves. Well congratulations, who penis do I have to put in my mouth to get these chances? Voltage is very allergic of talent, this much is true. They have someone who is a diamond, and instead of using it, they put it in the vault, and save it for later, just so that they don't get robbed of what they have. So what do they do? They put out the lesser talents, because they know that the other brands won't try to take them! While someone like me, goes about life, dominating, but I won't get exactly what I deserve, because if everyone knew exactly what I was capable of, the other brands would try to steal me. And well quite honestly, if other brands came knocking, I would definitley hear what they had to say, becuase I am kind of done with this ludacris brand. I understand where they're coming from, but I'm done waiting. They used to call me the next great face of EAW, but now, what happened? They haven't given me the chance to be the face of EAW. They tease me, its like they're giving me just the tip, I'm ready for the insertion, but then they pull it away. I HAVE BLUE BALLS GUYS!! It isn't a fun time. So what do I do? Well, I keep doing what i've been doing. I'm going to go out there this Sunday, beat the shit out of Solomon Caine, AGAIN! Then hopefully, that promised title match will finally be given to me next week. But baby fetus, I can only hope.


(Ahren gets up dripping in wet paint)


Ok, that was a good talk.


(Ahren takes his finger and wipes some paint onto his finger, and boops the mirror)


BOOP! Ha, you're cute fetus. Alright, I'm going to go. I'm glad no one came in to see any of this. I don't know why I've been talking to a fake fetus, but I've got everything off my chest!


(Ahren looks closer in the mirror, and sees a camera)

Um is that a hidden camera?

(Camera fades to black)