A game? A GAME?!! Are you talking to me about playing the game? Believe me, Lucian Black, if anyone knows about the game, its none other than Moongoose McQueen, himself. But let me tell you something about the game. As fun as its sound, the first and foremost important thing about it is, it’s all real. Everything you do, every decision you make has a consequence. I don’t go into every situation expecting everything to just work out. I go into every situation expecting everything to go wrong, and because of that, every loss I face isn’t so bad if I know I can recover from it. Think of it as a contingency plan of sorts where if one thing backfires, I will have enough ground and momentum to maintain my position and move forward.
 
It’s funny how I came into this company a mercenary and suddenly became the so-called “hero” that these fans needed. Because I’ll say the things people are afraid to say. I’ll do the things that people need to have done. Where here you are, speaking from accomplishments you’ve only truly have done by doing a job for someone else. While no, I won’t say being a mercenary is a bad thing, it’s just a dirty term that rubs people the wrong way. But the difference between the jobs I take and the jobs you take are, you do it for yourself and I do my job for others. I suppose that makes me passive and not as selfish as people often mistaken me for. Of course, at this point of my career, my truly loyal fanbase know me for exactly who I am. It’s interesting you brought up my old stomping grounds. Your attempt to use my past against me while clever, will bite you in the ass. Because quite frankly, I don’t remember who you were. In fact, no one really knows who Lucian Black is. Hell, I can argue that you don’t even know. But I’ll get to that in one moment. Because you see, another key difference between you and I is this, Lucian, if that is your real name. Whenever you fail and don’t like what you see, you change everything about you. You keep changing your identity, pretending  who you previously were doesn’t exist. Sure, you can pretend that you were Lucian Black, a man in a short period of time found success, but deep down, you were just a man that didn’t have a strong grasp of who he was and constantly struggled to get to where he is today. What people may think took you a few years to do, could truthfully have been decades all because you were still trying to figure yourself out. What is Lucian Black? The 5^th? 10^th? 20^th iteration of who you once were? I’m surprised you’ve haven’t changed again, but you want to know why I’m as popular as I am? Because my entire career, I’ve been Moongoose McQueen. Nothing more, and nothing less. I stand by every win and loss I’ve taken. I stand by everything I’ve said and done, and not once did I forsaken who I was. People admire and respect that about me and Lucian Black, that is why when you were announced as the new Head of Security, no one really cared one bit. That silence wasn’t shock, it was confusion, because if they are like me, they were struggling to remember who you were. Yet here you are, clinging on supposed titles like “World Champion” and “Head of Security” to try to identify who you are. It’s no different from the people that called themselves “monsters” or the “punishers.” It’s not special or as unique as being the one, the only Moongoose McQueen.
 
Because clearly, you haven’t forgotten who I am or what I’ve done. And I’m sure you are thinking, in EAW, I did the one thing Moongoose McQueen did in his “second-rate” company by kissing the ass of whoever was in charge like you’ve done for Sebastian Monroe. But believe me, Lucian, I do no such thing. I got there by the merit of my talent and shear will alone and that, alone, would speak more than anything you will ever do. In the 4 months of been here, I’ve already began to make a lasting impression in this company. There people continue to recognize me for my losses knowing what to expect. They know that I’m not done until I say I’m done, and not you or anyone is going to dictate you. You can talk all you want like you are the king, but what is a king if he has no one to follow him? You’re right, Action speaks louder than words, but the voice of the many can be heard around the world, and who are they cheering for? MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN! MOONGOOSE MCQUEEN! And what is the feint whimper in the background? Lucian Black. WHAT?!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE DEAFENING SOUND OF THE PEOPLE ASKING FOR WHAT THEY REALLY WANT. You see, the Lucian Black, you can keep saying you didn’t get your title shot like HBB did because you let it happen. But the truth is, HBB got that match because these people wanted to see it happen. Sebastian Monroe doesn’t follow you, he follows the views, and just like that, people want to see Moongoose McQueen. Whether it’s to win or lose, they all come to see me because they have loyalty to my name. You, however, have no loyalty from them because you can’t even be true to who you are. NOBODY wanted to see you get that title back. Otherwise, they would had demanded for that rematch. Your actions mean nothing if no one gives a damn, because if a tree falls and no one there to hear it, does it matter? HELL NO IT DOESN’T MATTER. ESPCECIALLY IF THAT TREE CAN’T MAKE UP ITS DAMN MIND OF WHAT IT WANTS TO BE.
 

So who is Lucian Black? A world champion? Many have bare that title and held it better. Head of Security? Yeah, hold on to that title, because it’s a pity position so that when you lose this Friday, you can feel better about yourself because you still have THAT. OK. GOTCHA!! You matter and that will help you identify yourself. But at the end of it all, No matter where I go or where I come from, people will know my name and who I am. I’m Moongoose McQueen.  And I deal with delusional confused guys like you on a weekly basis. You think “Head of Security” is suddenly going to make you more relevant and untouchable, THINK AGAIN! It means nothing. All that power isn’t going to change the fact that I’m going to take this boot and shove your teeth down your throat. Chances are, I’ve done it to you in the past, and I’ll do it again, and if not, there is certainly a first for everything. And we’ll see if Lucian Black is still around after I beat him so badly, the medical team would have to pull his head out of his own ass. Maybe someone better will pop out.

(Cloud’s Inner Thoughts)


When I first got to EAW, I was a little nervous. I spent so much time abroad that I forgot what it was like catering to a western audience. In Japan, you’re celebrated for your ability to fight on rather than your ‘gimmick.' While Americans love a good comeback story, someone such as I had a hard time connecting with potential fans. I was cast as the well-endowed happy go lucky exotic girl - a cash cow fetish for the weeaboos of the 18-34 demographic. Aria made it here before me, but I didn’t get to see her until my second week with the company. She showed me around, introducing me to the members of the roster at the time. She introduced me to Cailin, something I’ll never regret. What I do regret is putting my social life before my business life. What I regret is loving someone even when I knew it was over. What I am sorry about the most is letting Tarah Nova- no Cloudy, you can’t blame Tarah. The seeds were planted before she even came into the picture. The IWC predicted the three of us would butt heads - we’re in the top five of most people’s lists of the new breed for the Women’s division. We were bound to fight each other. Love and friendship can’t survive this level of competition. Soon, even my coven sisters will betray me. The cycle of life in the Land of the Elite. The key to overcoming the odds is preparation. Aria is a typical showboater, preferring pomp and circumstance over practicality. She can’t help herself. If I play her game, I lose this match. I must keep things old school - methodical and grounded. She knows I love to fly - I must fight the urge to. She knows my strengths and weaknesses just as much as I am aware of hers. In some ways fighting her will be harder than fighting Cailin. This is the most important match of my life. Whatever happens on Thursday, there will be no going back for us. 


It was interesting to see Mao firing off on all cylinders, getting Cailin riled up. The beauty of having a manager is that they can do the all the bullshit you don’t feel like doing. After hearing Aria’s latest monologue, I’ve come to realize how she sees me is how she will always see me - a whiny child who’s always several steps behind. Maybe that’s how she always saw me. Good, I want her to think as such. Keep thinking I’m miles behind you ‘Ria. I’m at my best when people underestimate me. If anything your lack of faith invigorates me. It encourages me to train harder, thinks smarter, and to never underestimate my value. I wish I discovered these lessons a year ago, but it takes time for people to become who they’re supposed to be. I’m at peace with my desire for violence while using the pettiness of others to string them along like puppets for my personal amusement. What I did to my former allies wasn’t about them...they could be anybody. I’m just fortunate enough to have all this ammunition in the palm of my hands. That Beyonce clone is just an open target waiting to get hit. Stay in the spotlight sweets -  you’ll get yours soon enough.


(The camera opens up to Mao giggling next to a stoic Stephanie Matsuda.)

Answer me this Ms. Jaxon: Do you ever stop for a second to think about the words that are coming out of your mouth? You spend all this time referencing old news with my client - things the whole world knows. Yes, she suffered humiliation at the hands of Haruna Sakazaki and the Amber Alert prone Mexican Samurai. But where’s Sakazaki-san? (hands to forehead) Where’s Ms. Nova who stole the Specialist title from my client? Where’s Eris LeCava who cheated my client out of her first world title shot? Where are the Sirens? Where’s the monster Luzmala, who haunted my client’s dreams? Nowhere. That’s where they are, and that’s where they will all stay - deep in the pits of obscurity! You talk so much smack for someone who spent the last of the year tip-toeing around the War Queen. I don’t blame you, though. More than anyone, you know and understand The Reality of Stephanie Matsuda: she’s a survivor. She’s fallen on her face, lost big matches, and was betrayed by her her friends - but here she stands. Where are her enemies Aria!? Heart Break Gal turned her back on the division, and Sheridan Muller went crying to Voltage - but here she stands. She spent hours hunting you backstage venue after venue, but you were nowhere to be found. Speaking of nowhere to be found - how’s Aren? Just another goner just like Mr. Brett Kennedy. That’s right sweetie; I just got personal. Go ahead, talk about Carlos Rosso’s career, how he never won the big one. But, the difference between Carlos and Aren is at least he didn’t give up after one significant loss. Nobody wins the big one every time - even legends such as DEDEDE, Y2Impact, Cameron Ella Ava, and Heartbreak Boy. Legends fall, but it’s the survivors who get back on their feet. That’s what drew me to Matsuda-san. She learns from her lessons and is not afraid to take risks when push comes to shove. King of Elite wasn’t just about making a statement. She demonstrated that at any given time she could break both you AND Cailin at the same damn time!  Ms. Dillon forgot about screaming in pain as Stephanie had her locked in the Blasian Sunrise. Ms. Dillon forgot about being locked in your 187, tapping out in the process. For a submission specialist, she’s pretty bad at escaping from them. I guess she can’t take what she dishes out huh?

(Stephanie shrugs, and walks off in the background to work out.)

My client learns from her mistakes and takes that fire to forge herself into a weapon of the finest steel: The Sword of Sanatorium. She allied herself with outsiders who nobody thought would make it. How many people doubted Maero before he won the Hardcore Championship? Eclipse lost his title match, but he STILL haunts the nightmares of Impact! And Brody: sexy, psychotic Brody. She will go down as the greatest Specialist Champ in history - no offense to my client of course.

(Stephanie shrugs)

The problem with you Aria is that if it has nothing to do with you then you just ‘whatever’ it out of existence. Regardless of who it affects, you just skip along, lost in your little world. Matsuda’s story isn’t one of redemption - it’s about domination. She doesn’t care if people think she changed or not - just as long as they fall. Maybe you’re stuck in the past because it’s a coping mechanism for you. (mocking voice) ‘Just keep thinking about the good ‘ol days when Cloudy was a bumbling bimbo, and I should walk out a winner, right!?’ In the words of my client, ‘nah sweets.' You don’t get a cookie for making assumptions. You just make an ass out of you and me - something that's grinding my gears. I can see why Stephanie put on her headphones halfway through your war of words. You spend so much time putting your nose up that you can’t see the steaming pile of bull you’re about to step in! It’s a wonder how my client was able to put up with you for so long - but then again she was in La La Land just like you. Thankfully, a random superkick from a crippled redheaded step child snapped her out of it. Just like my client’s sage advice made Ms. Dillon make the best decision of her life. Unfortunately, she made it too late. The War Queen has descended upon the battlefield and will do whatever it takes to obtain the Women’s World Championship. She’s here Aria! What are you going to do? Hide behind your friends, spouting passive aggressive one-liners? You can’t 'whatever' your way out of this ass whooping sweets. This has been a long time coming, something Cloud has dreamt since the day you turned your back on her.

You speak about wearing masks, but at least my client is honest about hers. She exposes everything to the world, leaving nothing in the dark. Could the same be said about you? You preached about friendship - but turned your back on your best friend. You speak about love - but your lover sulks at home while you jet set around the world without a care in the world. You’re a duality like Stephanie but in the worst kind of way. You’re a hypocrite Aria Jaxon. There’s no other way to say it but call a spade a spade. Cloud will defeat you and Cailin because from what I see, she’s the most self-aware competitor on the roster. She was enlisted in Sanatorium because of her self-honesty. She’s willing to take two steps back if that means getting a chance to jump a mile. Life is a journey, one she’s walked longer than you. She wasn’t given the opportunities you received. She’s not a petite little thing. She’s a 5’8, 130lbs Amazon ready to throw down with the best of them. She’s the night mayor of Cloud City, the Sky Princess of Cloud 9, the War Queen of Empire. Pound-for-pound Stephanie Matsuda has the potential to become the greatest of all time, and deep down inside I think you know it. I believe that knowledge has seeped in your heart, producing seeds of doubt. You have to whatever your way to Thursday night. You have no choice but to hope and pray my client flops! You close your eye, wondering if you’re going to be broken to the point where you ‘retire,' take a break, or stand in the back of the line like all of those who stood before her. Win or lose, Matsuda is a survivor. She is not a spoiled crybaby who thinks the world is her oyster. She faces disappointment like anyone else, walking through a sea of ‘Yeah, buts.’

Yeah, but Sakazaki.
Yeah, but LeCava.
Yeah, but Nova.
Yeah, but Dillon.
Yeah, but Jax-

Wait, you don’t get that. You haven’t EARNED the right to be a ‘yeah, but’ for my client! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EVEN TO COMPARE YOURSELF TO MY CLIENT'S PAST RIVALS!? (spits) Honto!? Honto-ni!? You’re much more delusional than I expected. Maybe this is faith you’re holding on to. Maybe typing out these long scripts to recite to the world gives you solace in the idea that you may psyche your opponent out enough for them to not show up to the ring. Maybe, just maybe they’ll be distracted by your hand clapping, Z-formation finger snapping comebacks, and you’ll get over just like you always do. Matsuda is no fool. She doesn’t need to go the distance with wordplay like the current champ in an attempt show off how cool she is. Screw being cool. Stephanie Matsuda is a war goddess, and when you find out how real that is, it’ll be too late. The greenhorn whippersnapper just got a lucky break in a company my client refused the first time around. In fact, I think they went to you because Stephanie wanted to go to Japan. That’s okay, though because boy did it do wonders for you! You won yourself a crown, a trophy, and you even got to hold on to the belt for a couple of days! Your head start is coming to a complete halt. Time to wake up from this diva fever dream of yours! February 9, 2017, is the day Aria Jaxon’s dreams are shattered once and for all. 

The past is a funny thing. When we lost our way, we’ll look backward to figure out how to move forward. One of the toughest thing for Steph - and she gave me permission to say this - was moving on without her ‘Ria by her side. She invested so much time in watching over you that she would rather you go to the Land of the Elite, knowing that in her heart you would make it. Welp, here we are. She wanted the best for you, but not like this. Not aligning with women who leeched on your success - and before you make another one of your snappy comebacks, my client never wanted to get in the way of your success! She loved you more than you’ll ever know, like a long lost sister she always yearned for, the sibling she could trust. But of course, you have your siblings, your fans, cliques, and hundreds of boyfriends. Ironic you forgot about the person who cheered for you the loudest, the one whose counsel you kept when victory was uncertain. My client grew tired of being your guardian angel, your cheerleader in the back. It’s ironic because when I first met her, she would go on about how much she cared about you, how she wanted nothing but the world for you. Now, nothing is all she has for you.

(pauses for a moment, holding her throat) 

My background is in acting and communication, but wow can you ladies can talk a person’s ears off! (Turns around) Hey Cloud, how did you put but with this?

(Cloud puts down her weights and shrugs)

Yeah, you’re right. There’s nothing to be done about a pink haired princess who thinks the world revolves around her. There’s nothing to be done about a red headed step child with a temper of a five-year-old. There’s nothing to be done to fix a seven-year friendship that was broken in the span of seconds. There’s nothing to be done to recover a lost love. There’s nothing to be done about anything really, except for this: Fight until nothing becomes something. That something being the Women’s World Championship. Whatever at it all you like, but there’s nothing that can stop my client at this point. 

Prioritize that.

(Mao turns around)

Hey, Cloud, I’m thirsty let’s get some bubble tea.

(Cloud stands up and the two walk off camera.)

Everyone has been asking me why I made a deal with the devil. The EAW universe wants to know why I accepted Sebastian Monroe's offer and shook his hand. I quite frankly don't think I owe anyone an explanation. Besides, isn't it obvious? It is blatantly obvious. We've got more than enough contemptuous brats running around who seemingly have forgotten their place in the pecking order. They need to be reminded that Dynasty is a kingdom and in this kingdom there is only one king and that king is ME. You are all peasants, you are all BENEATH me. You dare to disrespect Sebastian Monroe, you dare to defy him, you dare to break every damn rule he's made to make this a better place. But you won't disrespect me, you won't defy me, you won't break another rule. From now on each and every single transgression committed against the authority will have consequences. I'm sure whoever destroyed Sebastian Monroe's office at King of Elite won't have the balls to do it again. If I'm wrong and they do have the balls, I DARE them to do it again. You see, this flawed perception that I made a deal with the devil is exactly that, a flawed perception. The fact of the matter is the devil made a deal with ME. And Sebastian Monroe did the right thing. He did what was best for the Dynasty brand. If anyone can emancipate Dynasty from all peril it's me. It was me who fought for this brand two years ago at Pain For Pride, it was thanks to me that the reign of terror of Zack Crash  came to an end. If I would have never made it my mission to stop him, there would be no Dynasty right now, hell, EAW as a whole would be nothing but a memory right now. I'm the right man for the job. Nobody is willing to sacrifice as much as I have for the land of elite. All of you know that very well. I've been a MARTYR for this company since my return nearly three years ago. I gave so much for this place, more than anyone ever did. I know this business like the palm of my hand. I assure you Sebastian Monroe made the right choice. The best decision he could have made in his entire life. Now it is my duty, my responsibility and my ambition to restore order on Dynasty. This is a warning, to all the "monsters" roaming the landscape, to the so called "kings", to the "punishers". If you don't know my name by now, you WILL know it. If you forgot my name, you WILL remember it. All of this was designed, this is something I've had in mind for so long. The opportunity to have power and the right to use it manifested before my very eyes and I took it, I SEIZED it without hesitation. I'm taking back what I lost. Because this isn't just about order, this isn't just about maintaining control over Dynasty. Why concentrate on one goal when I can kill two birds with one stone. I intend to enforce my authority and do what is right for this place but I also plan on regaining the World Heavyweight Championship, MY World Heavyweight Championship. The inception of my new crusade will be witnessed by millions this Friday on Dynasty when I step foot inside the ring with none other than Moongoose McQueen.

You want to know why I was World Champion, Moongoose? Because unlike you and unlike anyone who came from the same company that you did I HAVE what it takes to be World Champion in the number one wrestling company in the world. Everything I have been doing since I lost the title has been with the sole purpose of redeeming myself. I could have done what HBB did. I could have hogged the spotlight, I could have demanded title shot after title shot even though I didn't have the right to demand a damn thing. But I opted not to do that because I am a smart man. As I mentioned before, I know this business better than anyone and I know what I am doing. I have a plan, I always do. It's inevitable, Moongoose, I will be World Champion again in due time. And it's only going to take one title shot. Not two or three, no. Just ONE. Tell me, Mongoose, what makes you think I have laid down? What has you under the belief that I have surrendered? I have remained silent for a while and it may seem as if I gave up, but I certainly have not. If I recall correctly It's not a requirement for me to stand in front of cameras and speak to the wrestling world about what I've been up to or what I have planned. There's a saying that goes "Actions Speak Louder Than Words", have you ever heard it? Apparently not. I did not expect you to understand why I'm Head of Security. You don't know what I am capable of, you don't know anything about my journey so far in EAW. You were in some second rate promotion when I was showing exactly why I am the perfect choice for Head of Security. I'm no threat to you, you say? I have gone face to face with gods and monsters, I have utterly destroyed iconic figures of the industry, some of the most dangerous men professional wrestling has ever seen, I have shown THEM what being dangerous is truly all about. But I am not threat to you, Moongoose? YOU are no threat to me. I have solidified myself as figure of utmost importance in this business. I have main evented Pain For Pride while you were getting your ass handed to you in bingo halls. Moongoose, I am THE threat. The biggest and the last you will ever encounter in your miserable life. Do you think I care if people think I'm "cool" or not? I'm all out of damns to give, Moongoose, what people think about me doesn't concern me anymore.  I didn't make it this far for being cool, I made it this far because I was born for this, I AM the personification of professional wrestling. Something PRP, Stark or "Phantom" could never be, not even in their wildest dreams. Not even Liam Catterson or Nick Angel could make it this far. None of you, Moongoose McQueen, none of the "alphas" have been able to make it here other than myself of course. But I was never precisely  one of you, I was never an "alpha", I was always an ELITIST. People presumed my empire was dead, the thought there was nothing but ashes left of it. Maybe it was all ashes, but it was never dead. While people thought it was dead and celebrated the end of Lucian Black I REBUILT my empire. Nobody has been able to stop me. Mr. DEDEDE failed to put me on the shelf for good, so did Jacob Senn and so did Jamie O'Hara so he has absolutely NOTHING to brag about now. I'm not anybody's puppet, Moongoose. That is something many of you always fail to realize. I'm the puppeteer. I used to be a pawn for the higher powers to move as they pleased, but now I am the one who moves ALL the pawns in his favor, the game is MINE. And you are just a mere part of it.

It’s amazing with the things you get when the only thing that you think about is what benefits yourself. Truthfully, I should have been handed the chance when it comes for the opportunity to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, but I have no objections when it comes to facing people that are unquestionably levels under the standard that I hold; I mean, what kind of person would I be if I would refuse to get their blood on my hands? I expected the man that considered himself as the face of this brand, our proud World Heavyweight Champion to walk out in front of the world and challenge the one man that he’s never successfully been able to keep down a chance to compete for the championship that rests on his shoulder, but like most things about the man, I’m left extremely disappointed. In all, Jacob Senn is nothing different to Methuselah; he has built himself this false reality where he actually matters. He looks at himself as the crown jewel, when in all, he’s nothing more than an insignificant piece in this machine. He prides himself on defenses against men that have been over the hill going on six years. He takes pride in making it past a man that hasn’t successfully won a major match in years, and our proud World Heavyweight Champion only managed to do so by the skin of his teeth. Is that truly a man that deserves to stand at the top of this brand as its champion? Of course it doesn’t, but that’s not going to change until the champion steps up and faces someone worthy of the challenge. That’s why Jacob Senn had no words when I walked through that curtain and it came down to Monroe creating the match standing before us now. Jacob has never been able to beat me. Jacob will never be able to beat me. I’ve proven it on Dynasty. I’ve proven it at Territorial Invasion, and I’ll prove it at Reckless Wiring. But that's not going to be set in motion until I run through the man that stands in my way now. This is your one opportunity, right? This is the chance that you believe you deserve? The big fish swimming in a small pond wants the chance to become bigger than almost anyone else believed he would become. TLA as the World Heavyweight Champion. A distant dream that only sits in your mind and a dream that, in all honesty, is never going to fabricate into reality.
 
I would say that I don't enjoy being the bearer of bad news, but I’d be lying. I stood in front of the world the week leading into Territorial Invasion and said that you were the man that held the potential to throw that match completely on its head. Everyone had their eyes on the men that had held World Championships in the past, but the most dangerous may very well be the man that was honestly never on anyone else's radar.. I threw an ounce of respect your way, but just like our World Champion, I was left disappointed, TLA. You talk about proving people wrong and you proved yourself right, but not in the fashion that you believe. I professed that you held the capability in becoming a grand name on a brand that surely lacked it, but over the last few months you've proved your worth as nothing more than the majority of the names that have walked through the doors of the company with the hopes of becoming more than they could actually become. A New Breed Championship reign; a multiple time Interwire Championships under your belt, but you've proven what happens when you're afforded the chance to climb higher. You slip. You stumble. You choke. You crash into the glass ceiling that you seemingly can't break through. If we look back at every time that you’ve stumbles during the chance to reach the position that you wholeheartedly believe that you deserve to stand, what changes this time, TLA? Is your will to succeed greater than every other time that you’ve failed, whether it be in a position like this or even less? Have you finally found the piece of you that has been missing that allows you to continue crawling forward and everything else looks bleaker than you ever had imagined? Do you have an extra kick in your step? Have you been taking your vitamins? Have you been saying your prayers? What's is going to change to make sure that you're not forced to travel down the same path that you did when it came to that King of Elite tournament? What's going to have to change to make sure that you're not going to be forced to swallow that foul taste of failure like you did against Drake Jaegar? I could sit here and tell you that you have a fair chance to walk out of this match with that opportunity squarely in your grasp, but in all, you have a fair chance that you’re not going to walk out of Dynasty under the strength still left in your legs. The hardest thing that you’re going to have to attempt to figure out is; if you’ve struggled against people miles under the position that you’re attempting to stand on now - how do you honestly expect to beat a man that has never been better than he is now, especially when you couldn’t beat me when I was at my worst at Territorial Invasion? The truth is always the hardest thing to swallow, TLA, but I’m a man that loves to make people like you face it. I love to see what people do when they’re forced to bear the pressure that’s going to fall onto your shoulders on Dynasty. This is without question the biggest match of your career. This is your one opportunity to prove that the name TLA deserves to stand at the top of this brand with men that never believed he held the chance to get as far as you have in the span of almost three years.
 
But, I said this to Moongoose last week; you're standing in front of a mountain that is simply too steep to climb! You can force yourself to fight or you can do the smart thing and just allow me to walk past and take the thing that we both know I should have been handed. There's no shame in saving yourself the trouble of forcing yourself to stand when there’s no reason to fall. I may even be kind enough to throw the first opportunity your way at MY World Heavyweight Championship so I can prove what would have happened on Dynasty if you did decide to stand against the baddest man on the planet. But, truthfully, I couldn’t care less either way. It doesn’t change the result; I walk in fighting for what I should have been given and I walk out with what I should have been given. The difference is whether I’m forced to clean your blood off of my hands and whether the slaughtering of TLA rests upon the conscience of the man that placed you in this position. Honestly, make the right decision, not the stupid one. But, god knows you’re only going to disappoint me again.

The real question is; why do I even bother setting expectations that I know people aren’t going to meet?

I don’t really know where to begin to place my disappointment. Would it be myself for losing to Xavier Williams this week? No. Because just like Drake Jaeger, he’s just another mark that I’ll need to get back in the near future. After all, I’ve made it clear that I won’t accept the fact that any man has walked away that I haven’t defeat yet. So Xavier Williams, you best watch yourself, because I’ll be back. But I will say, I’m a bit disappointed in Jamie O’Hara. Because the sad truth is, I thought better of him. I’m disappointed that he did not live up to my expectation, for a man, that demands so much respect on Dynasty and is feared as a competitor, he pretty much proved Xavier Williams was right. He proved that he isn’t as strong as people made him to be. He didn’t just shake off that neck injury, ignored the “Banned” sign and made his way to exact his revenge. Sure, he might be bidding his time, but I saw him via satellite. Like that of a weak dog that is all bark and no more bite. I gotta say, Jamie, I’m disappointed in you. I believed in you, and so did many. I was expecting a show, a real statement from you, but you not only let Xavier Williams get one, but 2 wins over you this past week. It is a shame I lost to him. But I truly was holding out to give the fans what they wanted to see. Jamie O’Hara beating the living crap out of Xavier Wlliams, and here you are copping out by appearing via satellite because you couldn’t suck it up and work through the pain. At this point, it was probably best you didn’t win King of Elite, because you probably would had disappointed with that as well. 
 

But I suppose I should get to the other disappointment of EAW. Lucian Black, the new Head of Security. Truth be told, I just don’t get it. I signed up, saw that he was world champion and just couldn’t understand how. I mean, he lost to Jacob Senn, but has done almost nothing to redeem himself since. I mean, all Heart Break Boy did was march in that ring, demand for that match and gotten a few shots for the title, but Lucian Black, one title loss, and he has laid down and let nature take it’s course, and of course, the weak get pushed out of the way so that strong can thrive. So how could a man had been world champion become head of security in such a short time. Note, this isn’t a compliment. Head of Security is code for “We got nothing better for you to do, so here you go.” I mean, Is Lucian Black really going to reinforce anything on Dynasty? I’m thinking of just testing it out by just getting involved in every match next Friday just to see how long it would take to stop me, but knowing after the first fail, if history repeats itself, he’ll just curl up into a ball and let people pass by. Good job, you’re Sebastian Monroe’s personal bouncer, and as disappointed as I’m in Jamie O’Hara now, I still think the guy could get past you with a broken neck and all. That’s just how bad you are Lucian Black. I mean, I’ve lost my fair share of fights and maintain my position, but never seen a man lose so much after one loss. What happened to you man? You use to be cool, but as time went by, the magic just fade away, and you were nothing more than just what was an illusion of Dynasty’s best. Heck at this point, I don’t even know what to expect from people on Dynasty anymore out of people, but one thing for certain, Lucian Black is no threat to me. It’s about damn time I stop the “to-do” list of mine at Drake Jaeger and Xavier Williams. I don’t like clutter on that list, and I’d rather walk away from EAW instead of adding Lucian Black to that list. By the time I’m done with you, Sebastian Monroe is going to need a new head of security, and sure sure, Moongoose McQueen is pretty efficient, but only a real loser with nothing going on take that position. Instead, I’m just going to make it clear. There are four potential contenders for a shot against Drake Jaeger. Monroe, if you are watching this, either put in in that match or just give me a match, just a match with Drake, so I can beat him and be done with it. Hell, forget making me face the other 3 guys. Just make it happen, and don’t waste my time with guys like Lucian Black. I’m sure as Head of Security, he has a lot more things to handle, but you know what, I’ll do my job. I’ll go out there and take him on, because lets be honest, how can Lucian Black handle anything if he can never….EEEEEEEVER…. handle Moongoose McQueen. Let’s put your little errand boy to the test.

(Cloud’s inner thoughts.)


I first met Aria Jaxon when she was a ring announcer for SoCal Pro, a small promotion operating out of the valley. She was this lanky, excitable teenager, but the girl had a heart of gold. She was always willing to help set up the ring and take it down. She would fetch water for the boys in the back, and under my tutelage, learned the basics. I was new to the scene myself, but with the knowledge passed to me from my mentor, I was two years ahead of the people around me. Nelson and Manami think that’s my biggest strength and weakness: I know so much that I fail to see the obvious. Aria had the fire in her eyes - she still does. Even now I would be the first to say that she will go down in history as one of greatest female wrestlers of all time. Times are changing, though. EAW developmental snatched her early, while she was still green. They instilled in her what their expectations of what a female wrestler should - a vixen. A gorgeous centerpiece in a world where violent masculinity is an international past-time. They taught her how to dress, how to speak, how to engage in the audience. Aria Marie Jackson-LeBeau aka AJ Marie became Aria Jaxon, another cog piece in the machine that is Elite Answers Wrestling. They gave her the world, and she accepted without hesitation. She didn’t think about the consequences of her actions, or what the company was doing to her. She’s still blind to the fact that everything hey fed to her no longer matters. Cailin Dillon knows what’s up - but she can’t beat Aria. She’s failed twice and was on her way to a third. This is where I come in. I ushered in the Women’s Revolution in EAW before it was even a thought in people's minds before Empire was on the air. I know how to beat vixens. I’ve destroyed my rivals, helped disassemble the Sirens even before stepping into the ring. Cailin Dillon can’t beat Aria Jaxon.


But Stephanie Mia Matsuda can beat Aria Marie Jackson-LeBeau.


(The scene slowly unfolds to show Mao and Matsuda standing before the camera. Mao is wearing her signature yellow jacket, and Steph is   wearing her new trademark - a black bandanna, on her face.)

Jaxon vs. Matsuda. Seven years in the making! Pretty crazy huh? One would think my client would jump at the chance to say what she has to say, but she has nothing to say to her ex-bff. She tried speaking with you Ms. Jaxon, but you didn't heed her words. She pleaded with you to see her side of things - she practically begged for empathy! But you still ignored her. Now, where there was once trust between friends, there are only fists for fighting. Words couldn't repair her friendship, so a chair delivered the coup de grace. She opened her wounds to the EAW universe, who threw salt. Now she only offers silence. Stephanie cares not for their boos - only for their crushed hopes when she destroys their heroes in the ring. No surprise attack from a Tarah Nova has been will keep her away from what belongs to her - the Women's World Championship. This is a title she christened with her words, prophesied with her desire to be something more than a vixen. According to natural law, King of Elite should have been Matsuda vs. Dillon. You already exposed yourself to be ill-suited to represent this division, but yet you can't back down can you? You just have to dig those fake nails into opportunities long passed! You're no different from the women you criticize, another eclipsed by their towering shadows. The Coven will bring these hags to light, for the shadows belong to them now. The War Queen leads the charge in silence; her only concern is the downfall to those who cross her path! Coincidentally the last two who stands between her and destiny are two women who she once trusted. Two women whom she once loved, albeit in different ways. You were once her ally, her sister in arms. Don't fret, though; the role was fulfilled thrice over. She needs nothing from you, but tribute. They spoiled you by fighting women you can't back up their words, so she'll show you what it's like fighting a true warrior. This isn't a reality show Ms. Jaxon - kayfabe can't save you. This isn't a video game - your so-called 'OVR' means nothing here! Cailin was so concerned with coming up with snarky comments that she forgot that she has yet to beat you. Her title was on the line, and she couldn't be any less serious! When my client offered enlightenment back at Shock Value, it was a gift! Once again the clouds breathe for Ms. Dillon! She gets to hold on to my client's possession for just a little longer. Ms. Dillon knows why she was blessed so. That's between her and my client. There will be no such mercy for you Ms. Jaxon. Your broken form will lay there in the middle of the ring incapable of moving as you can do nothing but watch as my client ascends to the heavens and grab the contract the will change the scope of Empire! 

(Pause)

This will be your first time stepping into the ring with my client one on one. Matsuda is a woman who knows and understands you inside and out. Whatever you're going to bring to the table, she'll shut it down without hesitation. She's stronger and faster than ever! You’re the Falcons in this scenario - a force of nature you eventually falls prey to a superior predator. Avoidance could only get you so far, and now there’s nowhere to hide Aria Jaxon. You must face your fate head on. A year ago Matsuda’s chance at glory was stolen from her. It won’t happen again.

(Mao stares at Cloud who nods in response. Mao turns back to the camera)

Your move Ms. Jaxon.

February is officially upon us, another month of Elite Answers Wrestling content is behind us and now we move into the next chapter of 2017. All in all I’d say King Of Elite was the perfect way to kick off the new year. What a momentous show it was too! Fourteen matches! That’s huge! Real huge! To the point where we had to have a Pre Show. Not even Road To Redemption, which is widely regarded as the Second biggest event of the year next to Pain For Pride of course, had that. This was a special year. Championships were defended, big time beefs were settled. But amongst all the chaos of careers both being created and being destroyed through the span of 48 intense and crazy hours, there was a match, between myself and Carson Ramsay. Carson was a man who I held very near and dear to me. A true friend that I could lean on. Someone I could depend on to always have my back and be there for me in tough times. Unfortunately he did the same thing that everyone else in that locker room has done to me. And quite frankly I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s jealousy of the spot I’m now firmly seated in? The massive ovations I receive week in and week out. Or maybe the fact that on my t-shirt, on the signs of my loving fans, and coming out of my mouth whenever I speak into a microphone...the words Best! Wrestler! Alive! Have become synonymous with me. With all the hard work I have put in for this company over this past year, the previous years of going unrecognized for my previous efforts, and my tenure in this industry for going on seven years now, I have had everything heading my way coming to me for a long LONG time! The fact is that during 2016 a switch was flipped in my brain. I was so contempt with being just a mid level guy, because I wanted to simply put smiles on everyone’s faces. I was the funny guy. I was the entertainer. But then Pain For Pride Nine happened. I got a golden opportunity. The spotlight solely on me. So I grabbed it and began to do exactly what I do best. And that’s wow these people. Whether it be on the microphone, reviving a literally dead crowd the size of Pain For Pride Nine’s. If that’s not talent then I have no clue what is. And as for the match, well I won the hearts and minds of every single person in attendance that night and secured my spot as one of the up and coming top stars in the entire company...but today...I can safely and confidently proclaim myself to be THE UP AND COMING STAR IN THE LAND OF THE ELITES! And then the Draft came up, I was one of Voltage’s premier picks, and immediately I was sharing the ring with the likes of Xavier Williams, Vic Vendetta, and Jamie O’hara. I was sharing the ring with established Main Eventers. I was in the company of former world champions. It was very clear that I was destined for big things. And then I took on even more men, Zack Crash, Carlos Rosso, Nathan Fiora, Matt Miles, my brother Aren Mstislav, and of course Y2Impact. That’s the man I still want though. I need to get in the ring with him once more. I need that title on the line! I NEED JUST ONE OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE...THAT I CAN BEST Y2IMPACT IN THAT RING! And I was ready to do that come King Of Elite. Start off 2017 where I had left off 2016. Battling it out with Imp for the richest prize Sunday Nights had to offer. Unfortunately I had two back to back thorns in my sides though. In the forms of Eclipse Diemos, the man who went on to take on Impact unsuccessfully. And then Carson Ramsay, the man who tried to take away my livelyhood. The guy who wanted to take all of this away from me at KOE. But in the end out of the two of us, I had the greater will. However of course I fully realize that yes, I won this battle, but the war still rages on. My mission, my goals, my aspirations are everpresent. My vision for what Sunday Night Voltage can and eventually WILL be are still fresh in my mind. As of 2017 I decided to put every single one of my past failures behind me and just move full steam ahead. Bulldoze through every single thing in my path of reaching the very peak of the mountain top. To have my culminating moment. My years of service and hard work paid off. My world championship ascension. There’s a million other ways to say the exact same thing. Basically I still need to reach the pinnacle of this profession. Which for me means one thing. I still need to win the Elite Answers Wrestling Championship! And the fact is if I don’t believe in me than none of these people will. All those fans who believe in me. Their faith will be wasted. The fact is for me, failure is NOT an option!

And of course this leads me to tomorrow night. I’m gonna be in the ring with the champion of Voltage...or well...a champion of Voltage. These aren’t the circumstances I wanted, but when you’re in my position there is no room to be picky. I’ve got the EAW Hardcore Champion Maero one on one this week. And this is a matchup I have been looking forward to for a long time now. To speak upon the story of Maero through my own eyes. I viewed him as a kid who was the obvious choice for the original Hardcore Champion...but it didn’t happen. I saw him coming out on top at Territorial Invasion then, and becoming the next threat to then champion Nathan Fiora...and that instead went to Keelan Cetinich, another deserving young man of course. But he hadn’t been waiting nearly as patiently as Maero was. He had to sit by and watch man after man fight for the belt that should have originally went to him in the first place. Whether that person be Nathan, Drastik, or McAdams. Of course justice prevailed and now Maero stands before us today as the rightful Hardcore Champ. And with Jon McAdams done away with and out of his sights for good, I’m sure he now patiently awaits his next big threat. As much as I realize an opportunity for gold literally stands in front of me as of right now, it’s not the gold I want. Sorry Maero, as much fun as I’m sure facing you is going to be this week, I don’t intend on doing so again afterwards in a more serious capacity. What I have on my mind is of course the Elite Answers Wrestling Champion Y2Impact and...also your big brother. I want Eclipse Diemos just as much as I want Imp. And I know to a normal man hunting after Eclipse is certain doom. But I’m clearly not a normal guy? I can be irrational, impulsive, and I’ll admit it, dimwitted at times. That is how I manage to get into the sticky situations I constantly find myself in. But it’s who I am, I wouldn’t change me for the world. And I know what I am doing right now. To get to Eclipse, I’m gonna need you. I know you can lead me to him. Maero, I NEED VINDICATION! I LOST THE VERY FIRST VOLTAGE MAIN EVENT OF 2017! Every time someone has beaten me, I have gotten some kind of payback on them. Something to redeem myself. So I can return to my peace of mind when I move past them and advance further through the ranks of the land of the elites. Maero in short, you’re a good kid with a bright future. And I am fully prepared to give you my all tomorrow night to ensure the best match possible between the two of us. But after tomorrow night, I want Eclipse...and I will get him! As for Impact and the EAW Title. Those will come afterwards. I will be the Elite Answers Wrestling Champion heading into the tenth anniversary of show of shows, Pain For Pride in my home state of New Jersey! It’s the promise I made to these people and I intend to see it through to the very end. For better or for worse. I’m fighting this war not just for myself, but for every single one of those people who want a better tomorrow. A better future for the Land of the Elites and most specifically Sunday Night Voltage. And unfortunately for you that requires the downfall of BOTH Y2Impact’s reign as champion AND The Sanatorium running around Voltage as if they own the place. NOTHING AND NO ONE WILL STOP ME!

Votalge promo #3


Sunday, Stockholm, Sweden, 5:43 A.M.


(The scene opens with a shot of the Ericsson Globe arena far off in the distance. The few beams of sunlight breaking past the sphere shaped arena contrast greatly from the dark clouds that hangover the sky. The camera pulls back to reveal a man standing face to face with the camera. His sinister features and bloodshot eyes make are unmistakeable. This is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "The call of the Morning has arrived. The time of choice has long since past. Tommy Meyer, your silence has insured you demise. Pity, such potential wasted. Such gifts squandered. For due to you turning a blind eye, and a deaf ear, to the call of the ones who have sent me, you must be made an example of. You must broken, that all who are called would give an answer, and bow down before my masters to be charged with the duty that should be laid before them.

You had a chance Tommy Meyer, you had a chance. YOU HAD A CHANCE!!! Nnnnnoooooowwwwwwwww..(caine inhales deeply) all you can do is continue to stand in silence, before the wrath that they are sending against you brings you to your knees with cries of agony! The seal upon your lips shall be broken as you scream for their mercy. That is fate you have casted yourself, and your offspring for generations to. What great tragedy you have brought onto yourself.


Tommy Meyer, reflect upon this week, for it shall be the one that shall never leave your memory. No matter how far you run, no matter wherever you would go, you shall never escape what shall be done to you tonight. The image of All that shall transpire shall be burned into your mind for all of eternity until the end of ages!

Come forth on this night Tommy Meyer, for sooner than you realize the chosen hour of your sacrifice shall ensnare you. And the just punishment that shall come crashing down upon your neck like a guillotine.

When it does, remember that you have brought this upon yourself. You are the one who has poorer The full portion of the cup of bitter drink that shall be forced down your throat. You are the one who has tied his own noose. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS CONDEMNED HIMSELF AND HIS HOUSEHOLD TO BE EATEN ALIVE BY THE GREAT FIRE!!!"


(A slight look of pain paints Caine's face.)


Caine: "You fool, you wicked wicked fool. Damnation. never ending, full of unspeakable horror, that is what now awaits you, when you had the opportunity to spare yourself from that fate of terrors. That unending nightmare that was reserved for the Heathens that have infested and infected the minds of others, so that the stain they have made would be wiped away once and forever. That fate is now your own. Like the grand towers, and the great statues, you shall crumbled from the heat of the fire. Like the many wonders, and astounding feats, no trace shall be left of you. And like the masses of the weak, the sick, the proud, the vain, you shall be consumed until you are nothing more than charred, smoldering, ashes that shall be blown away with the wind. This is the fate your cowardice has earned you Tommy Meyer. This is the ultimate destiny that has been etched in stone by your own doing. I shall suffer in sorrow now, here in these, your last hours. But I shall be more than joyous when I am to sacrifice you upon the altar of my master, for their honor.

Let this be a lesson learned well by the masses. Let those who have eyes see, let those who have ears hear. No one who is called by the ones who have sent me, may deny them. And all who would dare to commit such an atrocity, shall share in the same fate that Tommy Meyer shall tonight.

These are the words of my masters. All these things that they have whispered in my ears, with voices sweet as honey, they shall be made so."


(With that Caine turns away from the camera, and begins to walk toward the arena, before the shot fades to black.)


The End

o snap thanks man

(We see Mike Showman seated inside the Orion Express which appears to be parked somewhere. Mike checks his watch and drinks a bit from his cup and then looks out of the window. Finally, after some time, a guy informs Mike that the guest he is waiting for has arrived and is standing outside the door now. Mike smiles, finishes his drink and then proceeds to check the camera that he had set up a while ago. After expressing his satisfaction, he hits the record button and smiles widely)

Mike: Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you pathetic and smelly dudes who have no idea who I am, my name is Mike Showman and I am THE LEADER OF THE NEW GENERATION, THE PRINCE OF TRASH TALK, THE PERSON WITH CLASS AND LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST, THE MAN WHO GIVES NO SHITS. Oh and for the record, those smelly and pathetic dudes I was just talking about live in their mother’s basement, are fat and also masturbate to smelly old women having sex on the internet. Now the last time Voltage was live, I was beaten by Drastik and as a result, I was eliminated from the King of the fucking Elite tournament. But yeah, he was unsuccessful in his attempt to win the crown and so, his position right now is just as same as mine and so, it’s kind of a victory for me. But yeah, that’s not why I have decided to address you all today. The thing is, in the past month I was so occupied by the King of the fucking Elite tournament that I almost forgot about my partner and my best friend, Jon McAdams. Our team, the People with Class is one of the best teams out there and the fact that Jon and I are best friends makes it a special one as well. Recently, we both have suffered some setbacks but that does not mean that we can’t have a bit of fun together even though we happen to be in this shithole of a city known as Stockholm in this godforsaken country of Sweden. Ladies and gentlemen, stand up and put your hands together for the ONE TRUE GENTELEMAN, JON MCADAMS.

(Jon McAdams slowly makes his way beside Mike. He smiles and gives a thumbs up)

Jon: Orion Express? That’s quite a gorgeous ride!

Mike: By the way, you liked the nickname I gave you? The one true gentleman?

Jon: It’s befitting. I know when to be a gentleman and when to be a man. People need to learn how to distinguish all that

Mike: So yeah, now that we both are done with the classy formalities, let us not waste any time and start off with this day of exploration and relaxation. So yeah, I was surfing the internet and after doing some extensive and classy research, I have formed a list of five such places that we can visit and have a good time. They say that these are some of the places the visitors in this city go to and since we too are the same, why don’t we do the same and see if these places are indeed as ‘classy’ as the people say they are.

Jon: Humph, classy? We’ll be the judges of that. It’s a little insulting they’d make a list like that without us.

Mike: Excellent! Now while we are on the road, let us enjoy the taste of this wonderful Karlsson’s 2009 Vodka. I bought this specially for this occasion because I thought that while we are on a Nordic country, why not immerse ourselves completely in the Nordic ‘spirit’.

Jon: Sounds quite fantastic! Let us indulge in some debauchery of the highest order!

(Mike shuts the camera off with his hand. The camera comes online after sometime and we see Jon and Mike standing in front of the Vasa Museum located in the island of Djurgården. Jon is seen looking around as Mike starts talking)

Mike: Here we are in the so called ‘great’ Vasa Museum. So according to the internet, the museum displays the only almost fully intact 17th century ship that has never been salvaged, the 64-gun warship Vasa that sank on her maiden voyage in 1628. Ha! Do you believe that? A ship that sank on its maiden voyage. I mean look, not everyone is as capable as us because after all, we have been keeping the ‘People with Class’ man-o-war afloat even in the turbulent waters of Voltage. Still, the fucking ship should have stayed afloat for more than one voyage like those less glamorous ships were doing at the exact same time. You know, it seems to me that they gave the control of this ship to retards. Was the captain one of Ahren Fournier’s predecessors? Well anyways, let’s go in shall we?

(Jon and Mike start moving towards the museum as the camera follows them closely. Soon, they are in front of the gate)

Host: Hello sirs, how may I help you?

(Jon immediately throws his coat onto the hosts face and continues walking with Showman smirking behind him. The man throws the coat off his face)

Host: Sir, do you have a reservation?

(Jon stops and looks over at Mike with a quizzical expression. Mike shrugs)

Jon: You would do well to shut your mouth when you’re speaking to me.

Host: Sir, I will not be talked too, you need reservations in order to be-

Mike: We have reservations and we don’t care for how rude you’re treating your guests

Host: OH! My apologies, what’s the name under?

Jon: We’re not on that list. We’re on the other one.

(The host’s eyes grow wide as he scrambles to grab his list.)

Host: I had no idea it was you two! My sincerest apologies! Please, your guide is waiting for you inside!

(Jon and Mike walk past the host)

Mike: You made reservations?

Jon: Not that I know of.

(Jon and Mike make their way inside the museum with their guide. Both look around at the things on display. There are some people inside the museum who look at both of them as they pass by. Finally, the reach the warship Vasa. They stand near it as the guide begins to speak)

Guide: Gentlemen, this is….

Mike: Yes, this is the warship Vasa that sunk on its maiden voyage. It is rumoured that the captain of that ship was a predecessor of Ahren Fournier and so it’s met its devastating fate. We read it on Wikipedia.

Guide: I am sorry Sir, I don’t quite follow you…

Jon: Fournier was a sad man who lost a lot and whined his way into a good position. Wasn’t ready for the big leagues. Though I don’t think he is on Wikipedia right? (Looks at Mike)

Mike: Nah, maybe he is on Retardopedia but trust me, he isn’t there on Wikipedia (turning to the guide) Alright now, take a hike and leave the experts alone.

Guide: Sir?

Mike: I said, leave the ‘people with class’ alone and go do something else.

Guide: But Sir, that is not the protocol here…

Jon: I’m pretty sure I wrote the protocol.

Guide: But Sir…

Mike: Alright, alright I get it. I know how the world works, I have played your Nordic 
game Skyrim enough. Here, I got something for you

(Hands the guide some ‘Septims’ (the official currency of the Skyrim game))

Mike: Enjoy!

Guide (looks at the coins and the looks at Mike): What am I supposed to do with these?

Mike: Seriously? I just gave you like a hundred septims. Dude, in Skyrim, which I may add is a game based on Nordic things, I used to like go overloaded on food and clothing supplies with that amount of money. Also, considering the fact that it’s just one degree here, you can go grab some Black Birar mead or the famous Honningbrew mead from some tavern and with that stuff and relax in front of the fire with your family. Now go before I FUS RO DAH you into oblivion.

Jon (looking at the guide and then looking at Mike): I don’t think he appreciates it.

Mike: What? What’s here that’s not to appreciate? I just gave him some rare septims and also ensured a happy few days for his family! I made him richer than he already is. I mean, c’mon what’s not to appreciate?

Guide: Sir, this is foolishness. Please let me do my job.

Mike (sighs): Alright buddy, no foolishness. The thing is, my best friend right here is a former EAW Hardcore Champion. Yeah, he held the most extreme belt in EAW and you know what’s better? The fact that the title had a 24/7 rule associated with it but still, he held it for about a month. So yeah, let me draw a conclusion for you, my friend is good at beating people up and he would do the same to you if you do not disappear from here in say…one minute. What’s it gonna be, ‘buddy’?

(The guy looks at Jon and then at Mike and slowly backs away. He then takes a few steps off and runs away)

Jon: This troglodyte is going to get his face kicked in, in a moment.

Mike: Yeah. But I think he gone to call security though.

Jon: They can get their faces kicked in too.

Mike: Oh well, might as well enjoy this until they come right? I mean, this ship is absolutely pathetic now that I see it but hey, the people with class have wasted their ‘classy’ time on this and so, why not enjoy the best we can?

Jon: Of course, not going to let some sad sally ruin our good time.

Mike: Alright! Epic visit needs an epic tweet. Just a second.

(Mike takes out his phone and shoots a quick tweet about their visit to this place. he then turns to McAdams and clicks a picture with him in front of the ship. After that, both of them turn to look at the ship)

Jon: That ship… heading to the bottom of the ocean, much like the King of Elite tournament and the Hardcore championship without our headlining names on it.

Mike: HA! Have I ever mentioned how I love these charming lines you say? Fucking brilliant! Oh well, I guess we have spent enough time in front of this shit. Let’s go to another destination.

(Jon and Mike proceed to the exit. After some time, they are confronted by the security)

Security #1: Sir, I would ask both of you to leave this place right now.

Mike: Sure, why not? But why are we being forced here?

Security #2: Sir, we heard that you threatened an employee of this place.

Mike: Yeah I did! Only because he stole my unqiue Skyrim septim collectible coins that I bought especially for my visit to Sweden!

Two security guards together: What??

Mike: Yeah! Search that guy and you will see that he has my collectibles that he stole from me. My friend here can testify.

Jon: He stole from my mate here and then threatened us by way of duelling.

Mike: So yeah, punish that guy first and give me my coins back.


(The Security guys look at each other and speak to each other in their native language and then ask Jon and Mike to follow. They do so and soon, they arrive at the place where they spot their guide. The security guys confront him and after searching him, find the coins Mike was talking about. The security guys again talk to each other as the guide tries to explain what really happened. The security guys then returns the coins to Mike and apologize to him)

Mike: Damn right you should be sorry. And you, Mr Guide, fuck you and your eyebrows! 

(Mike shows him the middle finger and walks out with Jon following him)

(Jon and Mike find themselves in front of The Royal Palace of His Majesty the King of Sweden)

Mike: What are we doing here?

Jon: I know a guy who can get us in

(Jon and Mike both are slightly inebriated and walk up to the palace doors. The guard at the front sees them and holds up his hand)

Guard: Halt, visiting hours are closed, you’ll have to come back tomorrow.

(Jon straightens up)

Jon (in a Swedish accent): Ahem, I am Lord Jean Adamle Gustaf the third of Sweden. I am here at request of the King. He is my cousin.

(The Guard responds with a question in Swedish and looks apologetic. Jon stares at him, unable to comprehend the language and pulls out a wad of cash and hands it to the man. Breaking his accent)

Jon: Let us in.

(The guard looks at the money and then back at PWC and nods pointing to the door.)

Mike (in a somewhat Swedish accent): Why don’t you join us? You can be our guide. Keep us out of trouble and have a few drinks and what not. The place is closed anyway right?

(Some time seems to pass as Jon, Mike and the Guard are all walking unsteadily through the halls of the building. All three seem to be slightly inebriated. The Guard places his hand on McAdams shoulder who looks at it with disgust)

Guard: This job is the pits sometimes but every now and then someone like you two come around and give me a great story. I can’t believe how much fun I’m having tonight.

Jon (Removes his hand from his shoulder): Good. Good. So, where is the throne room?

(The Guard turns towards two huge doors and pushes them open. It’s dimly lit by the moonlight behind it but the guard rushes towards the light switch and turns it on.)

Mike: Dude, this shit looks fucking ugly….or at least the butt that sat on it made it ugly. Thrones made for kings are fit for true kings only, for men like me who have class enough to be a ruler. Seems to me that Sweden was littered with unfit kings. If only the People with Class were around to whip some ‘class’ into them.

Jon: Aye you are right about one thing, its fit for a true king.

(Jon and Mike make their way to the throne when the guard stops them)

Guard: Wait guys, I can’t let you *Hiccup* touch the throne, that’s too much, that’s for our ma-

(McAdams strikes the guard in the back of the head with his cane, knocking him out cold)

Mike: VINTAGE JON MCADAMS!

Jon: He’ll wake up tomorrow with a headache and alcohol on his mouth. I’m sure he’ll just hope he doesn’t get fired.

(Jon walks up to the throne and points at it)

Jon: Have a seat Showman

Mike: Nah man, you are the champ that runs the Hardcore camp and so, you should have a seat.

(Jon steps down and nudges Mike onto the chair)

Jon: How does that feel?

Mike: Good Lord it is soft! My butt feels like it’s getting kissed by the entire Empire locker room

Jon: It’s not a title belt, nor is it the King of Elite, but a true King sits there. Someone who wields real power.

Mike: But yeah, the thing is, we are not kings but yet, the seat feels as comfortable as it would when a real king sits here. Maybe, just maybe you don’t need royal bloodlines to be a king, you need class. Maybe you need to be a ‘hall of famer’ or a ‘veteran’ in EAW to get world title opportunities, you just need to ‘beat people up with class’.

Jon: I want that in EAW. We throw money around, and we shove our class down everyone’s throats but ultimately it feels like we’re just like everyone else. A cog. I don’t want to be a cog. I want to be the switch that starts the machine. And sure it is through things like King of Elite and winning titles but, Showman, I don’t think there is a new breed, or prospect or whatever you want to call our division who is as good as the two of us. I don’t know if it’s the tag team titles, or grand rampage or whatever else we need to shoot us forward but I do know this. I’m tired of being the cog. I’m tired of people saying, oh he’s great in competition. Bullshit. We’re not just great, we’re the best. We’re a class above and no one on this level can touch us.

Mike: Of course we are a class above. I don’t care what the people say because you need to pay anything to spew out opinions. The thing is, in the past few months we have done things that any newcomer dream of doing. We have made Voltage an interesting brand, we have defeated big names and earned titles. However this, my friend, is just the start. I promise you, people might think that we are weak but that is their biggest mistake. We are stronger than before and with each passing week, out powers will just grow.

Jon: Good. We’ll sit like the king of this throne over all EAW. Wield the power to command title matches on a whim for ourselves because we’re that damn good and important. Not Lance Hart’s position. But one that simply has command because of the respect and class we hold.

Mike: But I’m on the throne, what about you?

Jon: You are on the throne. You got me my first title belt. It’s time to get you what belongs to you. The faster you move up, the faster I move up. With you on the throne, I won’t need a seat. I’ll be standing over the people who oppose us.

(Jon puts his foot on the back of the unconscious guard. Mike takes a swig.)

Mike: To the People with Class, to all the destruction we will cause!

(Jon and Mike toast as the camera fades)

SURPRISE! 

Lannister didn't lull you to sleep, did he?

Nonetheless, Lannister isn't letting you off the hook that easy, McAllister. Lannister knows, Lannister knows - where is the justice in the truth in which you crave. You feed upon the idea that you somehow have the upper-hand on Lannister, but the tune of Lannister's reign will continue to remain. Your ambitious taste has come to be your peril despair, a cheap excuse to harbor in due time. Not that it will be accepted, but the storms of this rage are to come in waves no doubt. Lannister has accepted the terms of your fate for a little while now, nothing to bury into the deep by any means. While you continue to hope in vain, the anguish in your dreams must be so compelling to quench. But instead what you'll be met with is the sour taste of Lannister, in metaphorical terms, or who knows, another. Nonetheless, it all comes down to the mere and small fact that Lannister is going to haunt your very dreams, if you continue to revolve them around his stature. So let Lannister prepare you for the reckoning that is to come, and let it sink into the etches of your coding.

Lannister... Lannister... Lannister...

Remember the name, McAllister. Remember the name. Remember the source. This is a force in which you cannot hope to compare to, or even dare to slow. You continue to wait upon that horizon, but it's just the storm in which you wait for. You know what is coming, yet you do not freight, Lannister sees reason for a surmountable level of respect on that front. But don't be alarmed by Lannister not being grudgened by your lack of fear, as Lannister was never the type to feed on such useless aggression anyway. Because in the distance, Lannister knows that his figure will only remain in a folk tale. But up close? Why that's a nature of the beast that no daring soul can ever come to prepare for. Lannister is not the type to make the references of death, especially not on a stage as small as this. But make no mistake, when that curtain fires, the trench gets deep, and the fire that sets ablaze covers the political means of the conquest at hand. Because the way Lannister sees it, this is a fortress that is to be deemed sacred. Lannister's fortress. And you are just the next to come and trespass on the lands. Lannister does not see this is a personal jest, as it is not by default or by your own accord in which the meeting of the minds commence, but nonetheless you have a part to play, and Lannister his. Just don't let the sun eclipse the foresight of this wasteland that Lannister calls his own. This might not be a war, but it has all the ingredients for one. But that is for Lannister to judge, and Lannister alone, as the order is exclusive to Lannister himself. Don't let that fact overshadow your echoes and chords of dreams, because after all, it's only the forgotten that can stare into the void, rather than lay in it. Men long for the peace of surrender, and the chance to embark on the chance to be free of Lannister's shadow. There is a certain unforgiving nature and chill to be had, when recollecting the tundra of heart-wrenching cries that Lannister has built a legacy upon. It's the march that relentlessly forsaken the best of men, to the ideal that they are the one to boast about the glorious tale filled with heroic means and stories. But alas, Lannister is the one that's here. It is Lannister that occupies the seat. While the rest of men wander upon this realm of purgatory, it is Lannister that serves as the grave keeper to the matter of these hollowed dreams. The grave site is one where sanctuary is anywhere but here, and that troubles Lannister not in the slightest. Lannister is not one to show care for his enemies. If this is a monster that Lannister has become, it is a necessary evil to the terror that is witnessed and seen through the eyes of another.

Compassion is a weakness that Lannister dare not share, and it's about time that the rest of the world became fully aware of this mere recognition. They say to practice what you preach, so here Lannister stands, telling the dead straight as they become mechanisms of their own stagnant virtues. It is Lannister that serves as the instigator of this land, a bell that continues to toll. There is no concept to be had in the means of coincidence, for all the agony and defeat, the triumph and glory - are forged through Lannister's treaded path. Lannister is not a godly man, but he surely will not come unsettled to the beliefs that dare not mirror his own nature. Men are often times trying to change to the worlds means, and Lannister cannot help but scoff at such an evolving lie. There has never been a greater lie told than man himself needs to change. For a second there, Lannister is sure you believe he is just rambling on, Rex, but worry not, for all this philosophical harmony comes with a purpose. Because the way Lannister sees it, it appears that through all your tirades and appetite for the challenge - you've come across as something you're not. Lannister is unsure for the source of reason, perhaps it is to overcompensate for the means in which you cannot provide, or perhaps just to impress Lannister with your convictions of intent. Lannister is unsure, but Lannister cares not, either. It is best to remain who you are, Rex - best to continue to evolve into your own beast. Lannister is not trying to play mind games with you when he enlightens you on this very tale. It is just the means of conversation, after all. It's just best to cater to your own nature, rather than mimic a figure that represents one that is not your own.

Lannister did not choose to tread down this path he has forged for himself, but he cannot deny and say it didn't come naturally to him, either. Lannister knows that he has certainly been graced with the fortitude and ability to serve as his own master, but who is to say that Rex McAllister hasn't just been a caricature of his own best self, too? You could easily just be a ghost of what is meant to be. But perhaps the world isn't mean to find out, and they surely won't come to meet this hypothetical figure that Lannister is representing on your behalf if you come at Lannister with metaphorical ladders and boyhood dreams like you had all week long. But who knows, maybe you surprise Lannister, maybe you deprive Lannister of his best asset, his fortitude of will and sense. But like Lannister said before, he is not in the fortune teller business, even if his absolution and claim often speaks in soothsaying inquiries. But that is only the hindsight of the matter. And there is a struggle to be had, between the then and now. Lannister does look forward to this match-up, don't you freight, don't you worry. You are not exclusive in that manner. But what Lannister hopes to ensure, and hopes to ring true - that you, Rex McAllister, are treading the line of over-exceeding your very boundaries. Lannister is right where he belongs, as the embodiment of power and the symbol of the opposition's lust of desires. You are just one of many to come knocking on Lannister's door. You are just one of many to come heeding Lannister's call.

The question is: Are you going to be willing and able for another?

That is the million-dollar question... and it just so happens it is in correlation with Lannister's price, in the means of it all.

Lannister is the price you never stop paying for, McAllister - and the man who will continue to represent the Showdown currency.

When you come at Lannister, you best not miss.

...You best not miss.

If you are given something special in life, anything special at all you don't take it an inch or inches, you take a mile and stretch it for miles and miles on. That should be how most should view their careers in this sport. Time is fleeting. You don't get anywhere by producing the bare minimum. You only get somewhere in THIS business, you can only get anywhere by putting your all into it. You can be the most physically gifted person in the whole world, where you're good at everything, but if you don't love what you do then all that goes to waste. If you let others dictate where you go, and what you do, or allow them to influence you in a negative way by telling you things that would lead you to believe everything you do is all for naught, and you actually listen? Then it all goes to waste. If you love somebody or something so much would you listen to what others had to say taking heed by not pursuing what you loved? Or would you still go to the end of the world if that's what it took to show it? I would, and it wouldn't matter what circumstances may come up or what obstacles should try to derail me. They're just obstacles, and they can be overcome. So when Lannister chooses to flex his muscles and show off his championship hubris and tries aimlessly to intimidate me, and belittle me, all he's done is made himself look very foolish. He presents me with an utterly cheap imitation of anybody else who has ever done so toward me before him. He's no different from others such as the likes of Mexican Samurai, or Jamie O’hara, or Carlos Rosso, DEDEDE, Pizza Boy even, as well as Parker, Dubian, and Tiberius Jones. All these men did the same thing that Lannister is doing, and it made no difference, it only served to make me bigger, better, and stronger. Now you, Lannister. Again, did I win against all those ferocious hungry competitors? No. Did I walk away from each one of those encounters having taken away from them something that made me better? Hell yes, every time. I’VE LOST NOTHING. This won't be any different regardless of what you choose to think, Lannister. By the way thanks for your contributions to MY Kingdom, the countless amounts of non belief, doubt, and negligence was a welcome addition to its growth. So thank you. Very predictable to say the least. I'll be sure to repay you my debt for all that doubt, non belief, and negligence back in full in the ring in MY way on MY terms! There is no doubt in my mind that the efficient and judicious use of his resume is the only means that Lannister has at his disposal to use against me. Quite the predicament that he finds himself in, where he admittedly has no answer for fact that I will climb regardless of his rather idle threats to my standing here in the Land of the Elite. Lannister likes to try and convince his adversaries that they are nothing but mere factors, pawns in his little game of chess. Extra emphasis on little, because all he has presented before me so far has been simply too small to put any real faith in. What's the sense in bringing up past tense conquests when those examples only serve to be nothing more than folly that follows gradually in the footsteps of the supposed big names that I've wrestled before him. Who's really the one over-compensating here? This is the Answers World Champion I'm to go one on one with this week, isn't it? Not some sham. At least when Ares Vendetta was champion, his reign was tested and validated right away from the moment he took the belt from DEDEDE, and then proceeded for months to only defend it against worthwhile contenders, but can't even claim that so far. Such a shame how you take solace in the smallest of conquests, and the only one who thinks you to be more than what you are is you. You've actually come to convince yourself that you are this titan, this great amongst little simpletons. You’re so full of yourself,  and that's why you will fall again as you have in the past.

The climbing upward to reach our deer old Lannister has proven to be a vigorous one. The inner strength that I shown that I possess has proven so far to be impervious to this great man's onslaught of cleverly put together wit combined with the typical boastful grandiose displayed from past battles that only proves to be useful against the most prideful of men. While I do possess such a quality, I do intelligently enough know when to check it at the door along with my ego as I have done this week. What you all are having the pleasure of seeing now is that of an elitist hell bent on bringing this very arrogant self-righteous man down to reality with the rest of us. It could be for his own good. Yeah, I know, right. Why should I be helping this imperialist? Why help a man who simply wishes only to perhaps eradicate me too? Well let me tell you, it's not because I've grown to respect the man of half a dozen names, no I'm afraid not. I'm simply here to try and humble this supposed titan of greats before he is knocked down a peg by someone like me who has nothing to lose. Someone who is no stranger to stretching others to their very limits and beyond, to which more often than not this elitist succeeds. Lannister I'm sure, as intelligent as he is, realizes that time can be fleeting. It's an endless cycle of days becoming months and months becoming years, but it goes by so fast. So with that he should also come to have a greater sense of morality, one that plays a part in everything he does. It's the case with everyone in fact, because you see our and reactions trigger perceptions based off subjective opinions they may have as they see, but not as they know it. They never know for sure, not until they find out for themselves. But it's the ones that act on their own accord that fail to realize the true underestimation of their own perception, which yields nothing but disaster. The message is quite clear, Lannister. You'd be a fool to think this applies simply to me only. Don't be a fool, Lannister. There's only room for one true fool to succeed in all of this, but don't worry you laugh at me and my supposedly being third-rate lacking in everything all around, while I mock your aura, your harbinger of truth, and your current of absolution. We’ll soon find out which fool truly fails and which one prevails.

Okay, Lannister, times up. I'm here at the top, and you know what that means? It means the War wages on. It means you're going to need to pay me pretty hefty price since your small piece of land resides as another place of dwelling within MY Kingdom! It means your ass now belongs to McAllister! You see, Lannister, while I knew that you would predictably wait until the last moments to spout off again, I didn't realize how much less you could say in so many words. You still don’t believe. Everything seems baseless to you. But your waves eventually subside, and I'll keep coming at you. Not to worry though, Lannister, because despite some obvious holes in your arguments I still will intend on treating you like every bit of the World Champion that you happen to be. I am after all in the main event this week for a reason, and we both know deep down that it's not just because of your current rank and status on this brand. I mean, call it a premonition, but I do believe the affect that my presence will have in this match is gonna make you think twice in the future when you do happen to come against somebody that actually is in contention for that Answers World Championship belt. Oh, and you can thank me later for that. It was free of charge, scouts honor. So prepare yourself, Lannister. Let's give these folks a good show this Saturday, because that's what we are supposed to do. If only? If only you knew what reality awaits you, Lannister. Assumptions on top of assumptions which again, like I stated yesterday, are dangerous things to make. I don't make claims I make promises. Tomorrow, I promise you Das Lannister that you will be put through a trial the likes that you've not been put through by any other up and coming elitist for quite some time. Trust me, learn from this trial as I'm laying crushing blow after crushing blow to you, and after this trial is over do me a huge favor don't doubt what you don't truly know ever, because that may be the day that you will rue, a blow to the Lannister legacy that shall live in infamy forevermore. Trust in that.

Oh, Rex. The unfortunate cast of your shade has gotten the better of your judgment once more. If only you could come at Lannister with a fortitude of merit with your confidence. If only. But continue to gloat on about how Lannister broke his silence at last, when it's your baseless tune that sounds out. It is the beckoning of silence that deafens, after all. But worry not, for Lannister won't stray far from the conversation at hand, as the willingness to combat the opposition has never been an ambition left untold by Lannister himself. But while Lannister eagerly awaits this encounter, it seems that the cruelties in which you constrain yourself with, continue to only get the better of you McAllister. Your world order has seemingly built itself through the coarse of sand, only to wash away when the tide comes in. Because let's face it, Rex, that's the affliction you find yourself in the midst in. You continue to hinder yourself to the imagination that the world sees you as this larger than life figure. Yet, when Lannister looks across the aisle all he sees is an orphan boy who has cried wolf far too many times. But it's not the wolves scratching at your door, Rex, it's the embodiment and disciple of war in which represents your struggle. The seize of power is on, and the infamous winds of desperation can be heard through the laughing stock of your claims. If only you could represent yourself as Lannister's enemy, Rex McAllister. If only. If only the raging current in which you flow from could lead you to Lannister's path of conquer, if only. There is not a tide in which you can ride in from to compare to Lannister's state of mind, or his static presentation to present yourself a glaring threat. Drowning the filth of the world outside his own is what Lannister does best, and it is the never resting, crimson red waters, that remain shallow. You can only climb as far as you like because Lannister himself has opened the path for you, Rex. Lannister has retired Tyler Parker, and humbled The Pizza Boy beyond his means. Or else, no doubt it'd be those select names trying to come tame the Lannister Lion once more. But don't let Lannister's words swallow your tongue with these thorns of truth, let Lannister himself be the symbol of all that is holy and vibrant this Saturday Night. Lannister does not expect you to weep tears of agony, but he does come with the expectation that you will reap what you sow. And this ambitious drive often leads those down the beaten path, one that Lannister seems to be the master of. Let's face it, Rex, even though you consider yourself having fun, it is only because you don't know what you can potentially come to lose. These are dire times, the sake of vanity shining its light among the darkest of nights. And you have made mention to the envy of it all, your lustful disdain for Lannister's imperial nature. How the words you convey betray your own intentions, your own narrative that you relentlessly promise. You will yield to this brute force in due time, especially once this silent rage implodes upon the burying fist. Believe Lannister when he says, that the liberty of being in Lannister's presence is only paid in blood. The Lannister Price is not just a cliche that Lannister rings out from week to week, for the sake of fear echoing his own sentiment. You bare mention to Lannister's absolution as if it is a weakness, rather it is something Lannister finds pride in. The Lannister word is the unwritten law of this land, of this entity that Lannister he himself has forged. Lannister is a monarch by trade, and the embodiment of it by name. Who are you Rex McAllister to deem anything but? Why, nothing but your slothful pride and damning envy of the regime that you feel comes crushing down you unjust. Don't worry, Lannister doesn't see any claim to treason for the words you spiel, but by no means is it a semblance of merit.

For you just have to come to grips with the fact that Lannister will never rue the day where he calls someone his superior, his master - his leader. Lannister is the foundation in which you walk upon, and that is enough of a based reason to laugh at your scoffs and remarks that Lannister has yet to come across a force like yourself. Because while the promises you continue to tell yourself come in good-hearted nature, it's the type of mistake that you never stop paying for. If only you could come forge this new era where the industry wasn't based off kings and queens -- if only. But you are sadly just the lone, the isolated, the powerless - Rex McAllister. Lannister shall bid you welcome to the world that you have yet to grasp reality around, for this is the future that is bound to carry on. These high ideals that you hold yourself upon are only shielded by your convictions. And it just so happens that words are your only means to a weapon. But little do you know, you just continue to feed the machine that has already settled perfectly in his own dominion, a lair of the sorts. Lannister is not the type to promise demise, nor is he even going to hint at it, but surely enough Lannister has left men haunted by the mere memory of his reign. There will always remain a shadow in the depths of Lannister, a scarred, unforgiving sentence that passes when best tempted. And forever, will Lannister remain this draining figure, holding the cards to the mercy of his opposition's fears. Not by design - but by the fractured intent. Lannister knows what spawns from violence, and he is often the creator of it. Believe Lannister when he says, Rex, that he is not one to discriminate. Men always come to regret their deeds, who prided themselves upon making a stand rather than cater to the idea of retreat. You might consider Lannister a tyrant for all the blood that has been shed, all the chaos that reigns from above on your lowly ladder. But you aren't dealing with the perspective of authority, so how could Lannister put this into terms in which you could even dare to comprehend. You are disconnected from the world in which you seek, the desire in which you aspire. But little do you know, McAllister - that the grass is not always greener. For one reason or the other, Lannister expects an enlightenment to come from this collision course called our own. Lannister is never the one to guarantee victory, but what is true and cannot be denied is that you will be suppressed to the reality of Lannister's doctrine and traditions once and for all. There is no manipulation, twisting of words, or explanation needed when it's just you and Lannister face-to-face. Men are often underestimating the tone of letting the moment sink in, instead justifying their means by suppressing the gravity of events.

Because this isn't a normal standard in which you are often required to comply to, Rex. Oh, no - let Lannister be the vassal of warning in this particular sequence. This is the voice of not just the Keeper of the Reign, but the man that has victimized this entire colony to its territorial defaults. Showdown is no longer Lannister's Kingdom - Lannister will come to respect the reign of Tiberius Jones and his claim - but it surely still remains the holding of the one that rings true. Lannister serves as the merchant of this here economy, and it is Lannister that will always assume control. There is no council to chain Lannister's constraints, as he is the beholder of the price that makes it all worth delving into. Like Lannister made reference to before, you are only on that ladder because Lannister has made it possible for you, McAllister. The hard-won values in which you achieve might seem admirable in gesture, but they're always petty when compared to one another. You keep clinging to the ideal that every time you've lost, you've recovered, and even went to the means of extending this notion to Lannister himself. But how the ignorance is only proven true, and the truth in plain sight. Because Lannister never failed from the depths in which you have. Lannister never had to even cater to the means of losing a third-rate championship, as there was never a reason to compete for it. Lannister never lost to a man he shouldn't have, but the same just simply can't be said about you. And if you inverse the fortunes, perhaps the argument could be made that Rex McAllister never beat a man he should have. But go right ahead, Rex, continue to broadcast your cries, continue to honor the notion that these petty victories you cling to are actual pedestals. It'll serve Lannister no loss of sleep, after all - if anything, perhaps nothing but the tune of your indirect surrender. But perhaps Lannister would take a different tune with you, after all this time, if you had come to him with a narrative in which he hasn't been graced with before. But well, you know how that goes... If only.

If only, Rex. If only.

You have Lannister's sincerest regards.

Best not take them, or this moment, for granted.

a chaotic awakening.

Words can bite. You worry so much about what I feel and what path I have taken to arrive here that you have seemingly forgotten what led you here. As this battle draws near, I can feel your anxiety. I can sense how badly you want place your hands around my throat. Yet, what has become abundantly clear over this time is Jackson Black is swimming around in YOUR mind. Your consistent need to understand my thoughts and emotions will ultimately lead to your down fall my friend. You speak about my journey as if you travelled by my side but to my best knowledge, I don’t know you. I don’t care to. I have seen so many like you before. You do have my mind racing slightly however. Racing with confusion over exactly what you think you are. You talk about being a flesh-eating disease which confuses me. In order to actually be a flesh-eating disease would imply actually eating flesh. I surely cannot be the only one who finds some holes within this theory you display.

You are so caught up in the fact that I have no problem with you? Dear friend, my battle is not with you, it is between this industry and myself. I have been denied OPPORTUNITY for too long and I am done waiting. You say you are going to become a problem? You ‘became’ a problem when you were placed on my path. Your fate has already been sealed my friend and there is no way around it. I told you that I have no problem with you because I do not. You will lose Saturday night and we will both move on. No hard feelings on my behalf. You have a job to do just like the rest of that locker room, you were simply unfortunate on this occasion. You claim to know what the ring is for and you are right. The ring is my chance to show every company around the world that robbed me of my OPPORTUNITY exactly what they missed out on. The ring is not for a self-proclaimed ‘flesh eating disease’.


Intimidation is a funny being. Most will try to intimidate, some will run and some face it. You claim I do not intimidate you and that is swell. I have never tried to intimidate you. You follow a path of darkness and blood, there is no intimidating a man like you. Instead, I will humble you. I will bring you back down to this earth before I kick you aside and continue on MY journey to take MY OPPORTUNITY. You want to try and ‘change’ the Bronx? It will never be the same you say? I counter you my friend, in that whatever dumpster you roll around in will still be there after we battle. Then, me, being the man I am will allow you to scurry off back to your familiar surroundings. I wish nothing else for you. This Saturday night, I WILL win, I WILL take my [b]OPPORTUNITY and I WILL begin to take out the trash. You claim to bring the darkness but I beg you to be careful. There may just be a Black Horizon on the way.

VOLTAGE PROMO #1
 
(OOC:  Sorry for the lack of quality this week.  I had trouble finding inspiration this week, and anything I wrote I didn’t like.  But I wanted to put something out at least so here it is…) 
 
Zack Crash: ECLIPSE DAYMOS…I KNEW YOU’D COME!
 
It would that we both have come out of the Elite King battlefield with our hands and head empty of a crown.  Our mutual desire to make our forthcoming war a most glorious occasion has come to not.  But fear no more my dear Daymos!  For in my Broken Enlightenment, I have evolved such petty concerns such as defeat and lose.  And so I have looked to the future and meditated on how to best make our war one to be remembered.  And once again, Lord Nero Maxwell and the Shatter-verse have not let me down.  So in preparation for this coming Voltage, I have reached out into the ether and invited some of the greatest warriors the world has ever known to come bear witness to our spectacular fight.  Names celebrated throughout history will be watching us; names like Hercules, King Arthur, Genghis Khan, and many more will be in the arena, cheering us on as we eagerly bash each other’s brains out!  Yeeeeesss hahaha they have told me they are quite excited to be enjoying our gladiatorial sport.  But they shall also be judging us!  For they know better than others what makes a true warrior.  So they shall watch and judge us thoroughly, so that they may decide which of us may one day join them in Valhalla, the resting place for the souls of all departed warriors.  But what exactly does make someone a warrior my dear Daymos?  Is it the ability to fight?  No!  For even the lowest mortal may take up arms against a sea of troubles, even if he has had no prior training or knowledge of warfare.  Rather it is the reason and the cause that calls an individual to pick up the sword that grants them warrior status.  Is it victory?  Wrong!  For pride and revelry in victory is easy.  A true warrior is designed by how he handles defeat rather than triumph.  Is it heart and will?  Absolutely not!  For that is an invention by Hollywood for their movies.  All warriors, to some degree, have will and heart.  Rather it is the power of the mind, for it is the vessel that houses all the things that make an entity great.  These are what define a great warrior…and these are what define an individual who has been touched by Broken Enlightenment!  I foresee I still have many a mortal who doubts me since I was unsuccessful in obtaining the Hall Of Fame Championship for my own.  But my goal was far beyond simple obtaining a piece of clothing, and much too complicated to explain to those unblessed by a “Damaged” mind.  If I were to try to explain it to you, your guts would turn inside out and you would be driven to such madness that you would crawl on your stomach like a snake for the rest of your days.  I wish to spare you from such a horrible fate.  All you need to understand is that I set out to achieve something in that battle against Devan Doooobian, and in that I was successful.  With every battle I conduct, I silence evermore voices whom once spoke down upon Broken Enlightenment.  Pretty soon I shall hear only silence when the opportunity comes to mock my way of life.  That is what makes me a great warrior Daymos!  I fight for something greater than myself.  I fight for Lord Nero Maxwell, for the Shatter-verse, and for Broken Enlightenment itself!  I fight so that others may one day enjoy the blessings my “Damaged” mind has given me.  Is that not the most noble of callings?  The more I continue to fight, I more I show that wins and loses have no power over me, the more others shall come to join my cause.  And the more followers Broken Enlightenment gains, more our hive mind shares each others strengths and abilities!  I feel them even now within my mind, speaking words of encouragement.  They’re in the audience, in the locker room, and everywhere I go!  That is what I fight for!  That is what makes me a warrior!  What do you fight for?  You fight only for yourself and your own deranged mind.  You fight for a collection of individuals that are not joined by any common goal or desire.  Your Sanityoreum do fight beside you, nor do you fight beside them.  It is no brotherhood or sisterhood, it is merely a thing without designation!  This goals have preordained you to fail, because they are but an Earthly desire and will fade as all things on this Earth do.  But Broken Enlightenment is eternal!  Yeeeeeeesssss hahahaha!  Only fools wander the Earth, unaware of what they want in life.  But Broken Enlightenment has shown me everything, and now I know what I want.  You however know nothing about your desires.  You may say you want a crown, but you have no idea why you desire such a heavy burden.  Recognition?!  All mortal beings want recognition.  Why do you want recognition?!  Why does they admiration of others matter to the insane?!  It should not, for the world of logic and reason has no place in the reality of the insane.  And yet you speak fluently and coherently.  I am often called a faker, seeking relevancy, but if any of us here is playing a role…IT IS YOOOUUU!!!  People may look at use and say the see similarities, but we could no be any further apart.  Enlightenment and insanity are not at all the same, even though they may appear to be.  A madman thinks he has found Enlightenment, when in reality he has found only ruin.  Perhaps you feel that your madness is your salvation, and perhaps you have evidence to support this falsehood.  But now I am the ruin that will give way to the lie of that belief.  For in your madness, you have turned me into the most powerful entity in all of Wrestling that is Elite!  You have given me, your foe, powers beyond your wildest imagination!  Certainly even the greatest of fools would call such a thing as unwise.  And while I shall be forever grateful for the gift you have bestowed upon me, I realize that it was not your intention and that I must forever be your foe.  So once again we must do battle, but it shall not go as previously.  For now you face my newer, greater, and “Damaged” form.  What you battle with in the cage of High Voltage was but a lesser form, a slave to the Earthly world like yourself, and as such bound by its weaknesses.  Now those weaknesses have been exorcised from this vessel, and now we shall show the world what happens when the Enlightened clashes against the deranged!  Greatest of all in our upcoming confrontation is that I myself have been given a chance to return the favor to you.  Just as you have granted me my Broken Enlightenment, so too will I impart onto you an awakening!  I shall take the madness from your body, and using the great powers of the Shatter-verse, I shall reshape it with my hands and then give it back to you in the form of your own Broken Enlightenment!  It will not be a pleasant task, for as you know, only great pain and suffering can show a mortal the way to the “Damaged” lifestyle.  And even then, some are too weak physically and their minds too feeble to handle the awesome beauty of this new universe of power and wisdom.  I fear you will not be up to such a task.  I fear that your madness has forever bound you to weakness and thus when I show you what Broken Enlightenment truly is…IT WILL DESTROY YOU!!!  But alas, I must try all the same, for a man blessed like me cannot turn away a possible disciple simply because he is afraid of the applicants inability.  So I shall put you to the test this coming Voltage my dear Eclipse of the clan Daymos!  I shall show you suffering and pain the likes of which no human should ever have to endure.  I shall bring down upon you the full force of my new powers.  You will see terrors that will take your insane mind to places so dark, even you shall shiver in fear.  And in doing so, you shall either be saved by the power of Broken Enlightenment…or destroyed by your own Earthly weakness.  Only the Seven Deities know for certain.  This Voltage, we shall learn if your vessel is strong…or if it is but an empty shell of something less than a man!
 

Once I have beaten you, one way or another, your madness will finally be…erased…Erased…ERASED…ERASED…ERASED!!!