Wow bravo Jacob...bravo! Impressive speech you had there? But here we go again, I was expecting something different out of you Jacob. I was expecting something more organic. But what do I hear? The same old crap that has been coming out of the mouths of jealous people on this roster. Now your probably thinking why would I, Jacob Senn be jealous of an up and comer like Lucas Johnson? Time is everything Jacob and right now you have more years in the business and you just held the World Heavyweight Championship for over six months. But for myself I am twenty-two years young and my career just started. I have the most expensive contract in DYNASTY HISTORY! You should be jealous of the money I am making! You should be jealous of the amount of success I have achieved in such little time! You maybe right about one thing Jacob and that is my life prior to becoming New Breed Champion. Before I reached for the brass ring, I was still learning my craft and still adjusting to my new job after my amateur wrestling career at The Ohio State University. Did I ever say you were on the same level like those children Anthony Leonhart? Chris Paradise? Mark Michaels? No, stop putting words in my mouth. Delusion? I am a delusion? If anything you should go look in the mirror Jacob. It took me nine months, nine long months to achieve my number one goal in this company and that is win the New Breed Championship. In that time I saw someone like you go out each night and walk into the squared circle like you were the king! You were the king of Dynasty while you were World Heavyweight Champion! What do you do? You lose the title to Jamie O'Hara back at Grand Rampage in the Triple Threat match. You are going into the EAW Hall of Fame during Pain for Pride week and it's well deserved. And the delusion part of the story is that you claimed DEDEDE was inducting you but you got on your hands and knees to do it. That's delusion my friend. But I have faced legends like Hades, Mister DEDEDE, Scott Oasis, StarrStan and even Jamie O'Hara just to name a few. The difference between facing those legends and facing you is timing. Like I said before timing is everything. I faced all those legends when I first entered the business and I was still learning around here but now I AM A LEGEND IN THE MAKING! I AM THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO BE PAIN FOR PRIDE FOR YEARS TO COME! I AM THE MAN THAT IS GOING TO BE HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT SHINED ON ME WHEN I WIN THIS FRIDAY NIGHT! THIS WILL BE THE TOUGHEST MATCH IN MY WRESTLING CAREER BUT I AM MORE READY THEN EVER BEFORE! DOES THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS TITLE IN OUR SPORT BRING A LOT OF CONFIDENCE? YOUR DAMN RIGHT IT DOES, BUT DAY EIGHTY-SEVEN OF THE GREATEST TITLE REIGN IN HISTORY WILL BE THE DAY I TAKE DOWN THE LEGEND OF JACOB SENN! You claim I got lucky back at Reckless Wiring but after Scott Oasis led me to the light and showed me wear to put my feet in the right places I become dominant and I am the most successful New Breed Champion in history! You claim that win was a fluke yet I have defeated everyone that was mostly in the match even Anthony Leonhart twice. I am a big fish in a small pond and now I get to go into the ocean and swim with the sharks. This is the closest I will be to legend status because this Friday in New Hampshire I will become the legend!

What makes me so special? Coming from a man who says I’m not even close to his level as though he’s the first to tell me that. Let me tell you something Xavier, since the moment Target Smiles has come into EAW I have had to scratch and claw just to be considered worthy of stepping in the ring. And you know what? You’re not the first to project your own failures onto me. Saying how all of this success is going to come falling down the moment I step in the ring with you because at one point you had momentum like mine but weren’t good enough to capitalize. And that frustration comes out when you find yourself in the ring with someone like me, who has the world at my feet and is ready to make the most of it. And let me just point out that I am not in this position because it has been given to me or because I am young or for any reason like that. It’s because I’ve earned it.
 
I am not dubbing myself the “Best In The World” like you accuse me of. I am saying that I am the finest competitor in EAW, and let me tell you what that means. It means that my specialty is either pinning my opponent in the middle of the ring or putting them in the Sugar Hold until they either tap out or pass out. My specialty is winning. It’s going up against competition and coming out on top. I know that’s bold of me to say and you’re not the first to doubt me, nor will you be the first to be defeated by me.


And if you want to know what makes me so special it’s because I don’t stop. I have no limitations and if I do I’ll break through them no matter how difficult it may be, no matter how miserable I am in the process, because I don’t have a choice. It’s either keep going or let people down. The difference between you and me is while you wallow in this mentality of all odds being against you, I have a worldwide support that Smiles with a brightness that I am responsible for. I built that light but if I let them down that light goes out, and I refuse to let that happen. There is nothing that can keep me from reminding the world why I am as good as I say I am. Every Smiling Face knows that at Pain For Pride X the Extreme Enigma Elimination match is the match to see because it features Target Smiles, and it will be hard to argue that when Target Smiles already beat the guy who is challenging for and may even win the World Heavyweight Championship at that same event.
 
The way I shocked the world at Burning Desire? My goal is to prevent that from ever happening again. Because my success should come as no surprise. When I go on to win the Extreme Enigma Elimination match it should come as no surprise because on Showdown I plan to beat one of the top prospects in that match.
 
Ryan Marx continues to sit back and withhold further comments on our match. Perhaps he is simply observing me and scouting a weakness he may be able to exploit. Or maybe his arrogance has gotten the better of him and he believes that he does not need to answer me. Maybe he’s comfortable feeling as though he has the advantage. Ryan knows that he is the one who laid out this challenge, he knows that he has the homefield advantage on Showdown, and maybe he thinks that Xavier is right when he says that once he’s done with me I won’t even make it to Showdown.
 


Well Ryan, no matter what happens on Dynasty I will be there at Showdown. Even if I’ve been beaten within an inch of my life on Dynasty, you won’t be getting off easily. It doesn’t matter if I have to limp my way to the ring, if I need to hold myself up by the ropes, when the Smiling Faces in the Showdown audience rally behind Target Smiles I promise that I’m not going to go down easily. In fact, even if I have to fight through debilitating pain, I don’t expect to be going down at all.

Bow down to the future?
 
What future do you plan to enact once your rise is realized, Lucas? A future where you’re on the top of the mountain and standing there as the pinnacle of The New Breed Division? A future where you find yourself miraculously holding an even more prestigious championship? A future where you actually have found faith in your talent to where you can beat a two-time world champion, a future Hall of Famer, and the man that will unseat Mr. DEDEDE at Pain for Pride X from his throne as the face of this company? If your stock has been invested into this future of yours, it would be best to pull it out now BECAUSE IT’S A DELUSION! A delusion that has been manufactured by your own ego that has protected you from the fact that without that EAW New Breed Championship on your shoulder, you’re nothing in this business. Think about this, Lucas. Before that EAW New Breed Championship, you were nothing but a bottom feeder on this brand. You were dropped on your back so many times that people almost worried you were a narcoleptic wrestler! Taking naps all the time inside the ring when you were met with challenges, that was until you went into the Hell’s Warpath Match. With a big scramble of chaos created for the New Breed Champion, you were able to take him on and come out with the victory! An upset that shook the entire foundation of the roster, but what have you done in your entire reign as champion? You’ve defended against everyone that has challenged you for that championship, don’t get me wrong. Chris Paradise, Anthony Leonhart, Mark Michaels, they’ve all fell against the destructive nature that you’ve displayed within those ropes, but I got to be honest with you. Do you find me to be of the same class of a wrestler that they are, Lucas? I’m not. I’m not these young aspiring talents that desire to grab their first taste of championship gold against you, I’m not the man that has let opportunity slip through his fingertips time after time, I’m the man that has snatched opportunity away from men like you STOMPING ON YOUR HEADS ON THE WAY TO THE TOP OF THE LADDER AROUND HERE! It doesn’t matter who you’ve defended that championship against because I’m a different class of wrestler that isn’t involved in the New Breed Division, pal. I fight against monsters like Scott Oasis, champions like Jamie O’Hara, and legends in the same breath as Mr. DEDEDE, all of which you’ve not had the best of luck with have you. When Lucas Johnson finds a threat with the name and title of that prestige, he’s not able to compete on any level except of one that a failure performs on. You provide a challenge and a fight, no one will discredit you on that, but history has shown what happens when a former or current world champion can do to the “face of the New Breed Division”. You can be the greatest New Breed Champion in the past couple of years like you want to have yourself believe, but the fact remains that the evolution that an elitist goes through to reach a higher level of performance, you’ve not experienced yet. It has passed you by and left you succeeding in the small pond that you’ve dominated and I congratulate you on having a small piece of gold to attach to your name, because you’ve worked hard for that piece that you have. You deserve to have the title of New Breed Champion and you’ve gone through all the challenges that have stood before and who knows, you might even surprise everyone at Pain for Pride X and get through the Ultimate X match, but Friday will be a whole new challenge for you. An experience that you’ve never dealt with, a fight that has never been introduced to you, and standing across the ring from you is a man that you’ve never had the pleasure of being in there with. So, allow me to introduce to you the person that will fight you and stomp your head in when we go to New Hampshire. I am Jacob Senn, the man that has built the house that you like to carry your trinket around and claim to be your home like a spoiled child, and you will meet the punishment on Dynasty that will soon be delivered onto Mr. DEDEDE himself.
 
Enjoy it, Lucas because after you've bowed down on your hands and knees in defeat, you'll come to realize that this will be the closest you'll ever come to the status of a legend around here.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I honestly thought there would be more fanfare. A little more surprise, maybe. Maybe a fucking vignette, shit. But, hey, I don't call the shots. I just take 'em. Here we are…

I'm Lethal Consequences again. What the fuck is good?

What? No surprise run-in? I could've come in with a guitar. The guitar was a great shtick. I could've said slap-nuts. I tried that towards the last run. Whenever that was. I have no idea really. Was the last time I was in one of these rings against Senn?

Fuck…

No cool "fade the arena to black" and cool comeback tron? My entrance is amazing! It gets the people goin! It's a fucking travesty is what it is. I'm still cool. I'm still hip, I swear. I still got the moves, jack! I'm on Voltage! I basically created that brand godamnit! Just so we're clear here:

Voltage is not my home.

When people caught wind of my presence back on the internet quarters of EAW some poor young soul, probably trying to get a few points with those matter, "welcomed me home." Voltage is not my home. Elite Answers Wrestling isn't even my home. There's no z's and no x's. This is not where Lethal Consequences came from. The jamokes who wear the ties and pull the strings around here now are the same people that squeezed LC (the real LC of EAW) out of this joint some years ago. The same people that certainly helped contribute to the lows of this former EAW Champion, this former Undisputed Hardcore Champion (there’s something for you fucks right there), this without-a-doubt best Answers World Champion in Extreme Answerz Wrestling… this hall of famer standing before you, BEFORE being a Hall of Famer was basically a punch card for all workers in the factory… the King of the Mountain… this character standing in front of you right now…
I'm not welcome here. I am here.

I'm really only here for the fanfare, really. I'm only here, really, because I wanted to feel nostalgic. I wanted to reminisce. I wanted to see the name I BUILT in lights again. And there’s no better place to do that than one of the biggest events that EAW has ever seen. A moment that is years in the making. An event so spectacular, so momentous and monumental to not only the history of this E-Federation, to all E-Federations... The PINNACLE…

…the next edition of FRIDAY NIGHT…

Friday night?

VOLTAGE!!! I’ve come back HERE! To my THIRD FAVORITE BRAND… because I don’t know what Fighting Spirit is…! In EXTREME ANSWERZ WRESTLING! To wrestle THE GREAT! OPPONENT OF LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!

Now I know Opponent of Lethal Consequences’ story. We all do. We’ve all watched the Opponent of Lethal Consequences climb through the ranks of EAW, especially on Voltage.

I’ve studied Opponent of Lethal Consequences THOROUGHLY. And I can truly say I have a SOLID understanding of this man, woman, or character. O.O.L.C., as those who truly know the past of this being call him/her/it, is nothing to be trifled with! We KNOW THIS! ESPECIALLY ME! I KNOW THINGS ABOUT MY OPPONENT!

And I’ve strategically set my sights on this next Voltage happening. I’ve set my mind to this EXACT EVENT! I’ve wanted THIS MOMENT since I debuted at Midsummer Massacre on a ladder. I know O.O.L.C’s FINISHER! The signature move! The tendencies they may or may not have! I know the backstory that gives the audience something to cling on because it gives them a taste of REALITY! I KNOW THIS ALL! And without a SHADOW of a doubt I know that my opponent, whose name I KNOW… it’s Opponent Of Lethal Consequences… KNOWS I KNOW.

I came BACK to MY BRAND!

To MY FEDERATION!

FOR THIS precise match…

Against my next opponent!

On VOLTAGE!
 
 
Yeah, that’s not true at all. All the good parts about me were true. That last bit was a lie. I don’t give a fuck about JD Damon. I don’t know who you are. I can say honestly I know four names on the Voltage card, including myself. I barely care about the four of those people. Nonetheless this piss color of a brand that I now, by the way, am sole proprietor of. MY brand… Whatever world title that got pettily thrown down to these ranks… MY title. Soon. For now…
 
I’m Lethal Consequences.


Again.
 
I’m here for Pain For Pride.

(Camera pans up and shows Moongoose McQueen’s face with tears falling down his face. As the camera pans further in the back, it reveals McQueen is standing in a kitchen while chopping a lot of onions. An overweight man with a scraggly beard in a straw hat and Hawaiian shirt walks into and McQueen quickly wipes the tears off his face.)
 
??? – Moongoose, my boy. What are you doing in the kitchen? You only promised to rebuild the shack.
 
McQueen: Ah yes, but that is already done, so I’m just here in the kitchen making my famous family chili.
 
???: Oh you didn’t have to do that. Heck, you didn’t even have to rebuild the shack either.
 
McQueen: I know, father, but it’s on my list, and I figure since I’m in town for an upcoming event, I can cross it off. In fact, if you could. (McQueen pulls a list out of his pocket and hands it to the man, whom crosses one of the task and hands the list back) …. Thank you.
 
???: It looks like you still have quite a way to go to crossing out stuff on the list. Surely you knew that I had forgiven you about the incident by now. After all, you were just children.
 
McQueen: No, father, I burned down your shack, well… to be fair, it was my sister who did it after a stupid dare that I said as a joke, not thinking she would actually do it. I was wrong, but lessons were learned and I now know my sister is a sadistic psychopath. God have mercy on her soul.
 
???: *chuckles* Well, the Church of Sister Abigail appreciates your contribution, and I gotta say, that shack looks great.
 
McQueen: You only get the best from Moongoose McQueen.
 
??? – I’ve been meaning to ask, how are you feeling about your loss this week, over the EWA Internet Champsonship.
 
McQueen: Oh, well, normally, I would be really pissed off and go to the edge of the Earth to hunt down and track DEDEDE until I can comfortably say I beat him. I mean, I would do just about absolutely anything and everything to get his attention and dig deep in the darkest part of my humanity to get what I wanted, which was vengeance, fury, and a new toy to go around my waist. My god, the things I would had done that would make just about anyone question the thought if any man can truly be that evil, in which I would just casually smile and smirk, yes, Yes I can. And all because I couldn’t beat him, when I know… oh… I know, with more time, and more preparation, I can slaughter him and reduce him to ashes…..to nothingness.  
 
BUT that’s just the old me. Things are different now. That’s how the story would go and end, but everyone is a writer in the story of our lives. And we can all change the finish last minute. *stares directly  at the camera* Get it? Huh?  *man looks confused*…. Ah, you had to be there. I’m not crazy, you know. But as of right now, I have other things to worry about. For example, my list of doing good deeds to make up for the bad ones. After all, Karma is a bitch, and I suppose I should try to rectify it before it really does take a turn for the worse. Truth be told, there is no real shame to losing to a guy like DEDEDE. He’s done a lot, but deep down, I know I can beat him, and that doesn’t change.
 
???: That’s good to hear from you. You’ve certainly changed. But what was that you were saying? You were making some chili?
 
McQueen: Why yes, I am. Here, go ahead and try some. It’s a special Moongoose McQueen recipe.
 
???: What can’t you do?
 
McQueen: Ah, you humble me, but go ahead, take a bite.
 
*Man taste the chili*
 
???- Hmmm. It’s not bad and flavourful, but it lacks a kick in terms of spice.
 
McQueen: Good observation, but it’s not done. Because you see here, in this jar is a special batch of what I call the gawd sauce and will leave that explosive taste in your mouth. This here is what makes this dish me. It will try your taste buds insane and make you wanting for more. I call this the Gawd sauce, and without it, it kind of falls flat, but I always make this batch first in case people can’t handle the heat. And I call this, “The Jacob Senn.” As it’s ok, not bad, kind of bland, and just nothing without the Gawd Sauce. *McQueen stares directly at the camera again smiling as he pours some of the Gawd sauce into the pot of chili and mixes it.* Try some now!
 
*Man  tries the chili and his eyes widen in pleasure and surprise*
 
??? – Wow, it’s like night and day! This is so much better than “the Jacob Sean!!” What’s the secret sauce?
 
McQueen: If I told you, I’d have to end you and come up with a different finish to explain what happened to you. *Both mean start laughing hysterically*
 
??? – HAHAHAHAHA, I don’t get it!
 
McQueen: HAHAHAHAHA. You had to be there to understand. Hahahaha. I’m not crazy.
 
???- Well alright, Moongoose. I’ll leave you to doing your thing. Thank you for the work you did for us and the Church of Sister Abigail , and I look forward to dinner.
 
McQueen: Thank you, Father Diemos.
 
??? – Who?
 
McQueen: Sorry, you look like someone I know. Father Windham.
 
*The man walks away as McQueen continues to make his chili, McQueen looks directly at the camera.*
 
McQueen: Oh, Finny, Don’t think I forgot about you. I just had to save you for last because at the end of it all, you are still the last thing I should worry about you little malnourished pencil neck geek. Because you see, you may have a win over me. But last I checked, your friend is gone and the only reason you won the last time we fought was because Kelly couldn’t be a good bitch and stay still and the ref was an idiot. But what now Finn? Whose going to distract me now? No one, allowing me to put all my focus on kicking your scrawny ass all over the ring. Seriously, bro, do you even lift? Of course, you don’t lift, after all, it was Kelly carrying you, you pasty Sook. Oh, you must be thinking, this guy has the Tall Poppy syndrome, but trust me, you’d have to be successful first before I can criticize you on that.
 
Now it was a few months ago that I said the New Breed title means almost nothing to me. And to this day, that still stands to be true, because by status and definition, I am beyond that. The New Breed title and division is beneath me. I might be losing to the experienced, but you newbies have not been able to keep up with me, and for a damn good reason. However, this doesn’t mean I’m going to go into our qualification match half hearted and disenchanted. No, because I still have one very good reason that I’m sure you and I can both agree on as well as the majority of the Dynasty roster, and it’s simple. That Lucas Johnson should not represent us. That man is an embarrassment and should not speak on our behalf. He is a loud mouth that talks utter nonsense and unfortunately, does not have the skills to back himself up. I mean, I not only embarrassed for him. How the hell did Anthony Leonhart and Mark Michaels even lose that that man? It defines logic and explanation. And no matter how I piece it all together, that man is still the New Breed Champ. And all I can think about it, man, how horrible is this division to let this happen? How horrible is the state of the locker room when that tub of angry lard is your champion. I beat him in the past, and quite frankly, I don’t get it. There is nothing special about him, and well, Finn. There ain’t nothing special about you either.  
 
Truth be told, I don’t know what the Ultimate X match is. It sounds like a trainwreck waiting to happen, but I’m sure I can manage a bunch of rookies, but I simply cannot stand by and let the New Breed division drop to a lower standard. This isn’t fuckin limbo. This is about raising it as high as you can taking it the new heights, and deep down, you and I both know that Lucas and yourself are not going to be able to do just that. Make New Breed Great again? Bitch, please. Can’t make anything great again, if it never was to begin with, but here I am, to breath the New Breed division to life. It’s about time that I teach you all what it takes to be a true champion, to wear it with pride and to push the boundry and limits instead of living in the comfort of thinking you are just a champion and no more. It’s time to inspire, it’s time to humble, and it time for change, and there is no better man than the one standing before you.  I, Moongoose McQueen, will redefine the New Breed division. I will not simply be the best New Breed Champion and maintain it’s standards, I will be the one to take it places ones cannot imagine. I will present myself as the ultimate obstacle for the amateurs and rookies . Dynasty, EAW, I can assure you, I will do you all proud, because the best representative the world has ever seen, and truly one of a kind. I’m going to show you all exactly how lucky you are, how blessed each and every single one of you to be in the presences of the insatiable, the dynamical, the limitless and unstoppable, the one of the kind, Moongoose McQueen.
 

You’re welcome, EAW!

Hello there.

I was told I needed to do an introduction, so there's mine. You want more? You'll get more, in time. But don't worry, there's not much beyond the surface. Speaking has, well it's never really come all that easy for me. I can... speak... obviously and it's not as if I'm limited to the vocabulary of a grade-schooler, but I've always preferred to write my thoughts out. They come through clearer and more concise. When I speak the thoughts get cloudy, the points all eventually get made but it may take a little time to get there. So in advance I'll apologize for myself, and can only promise I'll try my best not to embarrass myself. But considering we've gotten this far and I haven't said much of anything yet, I'm sure you're all well aware of how this is going to go.

See, you're learning more about me already.

The competitor in me wants to believe that I'm risking my well-being for more than just a paycheck this Sunday, that a victory or even an above satisfactory performance might catch the attention of Lance Hart and it will quickly lead to bigger and better things, not to say that I deserve those things.. I'm just, we'll say impatient. But I know that's not the case. The fact of the matter is that no one is going to watch, and no one is going to care. Win, lose, non-factor or complete no-show, the result will not affect me in any way. I know my place, I understand that I'm nothing but a time killer on the road to Pain For Pride. They need to have a few of me's to ensure that people don't overindulge and kill themselves with excitement. All eyes are on the stars as they should be, and whether or not I see myself as one of those stars is extraneous. The word of a rookie means nothing, especially from a debutant. I could list off my many past accomplishments in other promotions I've been in over the course of my career but that might as well fall on deaf ears. It was in a promotion you've never heard of against competitors you've never seen, so why bore you with that? I could tell you the tale of the time I beat a man to within an inch of his life, just because he poked fun at my strength after a lackadaisical handshake. But what would be the point? There would be no proof of it ever happening other than my word, and you would have no reason to trust it. It's my job to either build that foundation with you, or to let it crumble. But you'll decide that choice. Be good to me and I'll promise to be see through, no lies and no secrets, only the truth. Treat me badly and I'll still give you the truth, but it'll be the cold and the hard kind. The one that no one wants to hear. 

I'm starting to do what I said I'd try not do so please, allow me a second to refocus and regather my thoughts.

...

...

Okay.

For the next month I'm as insignificant as insignificant can be, I've realized and accepted that, I hope the two of you have as well. Ignore what's going to happen in a few days for a second, because neither of you gentlemen is any different than I am. We're all in the same boat, in the middle of nowhere, no motor, not even a paddle, using our hands to row in hopefully the direction of land. This Sunday we take a break from doing that to fight. To hurt each other for no reason other than because we like to. But then we go back to normal on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and the next week, and the week after that. My point being, don't let Sunday take precedent over the bigger picture. Sunday is trivial it isn't make or break for any of us. I'm sure we all have similar goals for what we'd like to one day achieve here, we can reach those faster together. We don't need to be friends or even friendly, just a mutual level of respect for one another as the future of not only Voltage but of EAW. Fall into dissent however and I promise I'll hold nothing back. I'll eventually reach that island by myself but I'll make it my mission to drown the both of you before I do. It only means less competition for me. I'm offering you solidarity, don't be stupid, please take it.

What makes you special. That's the question that you need to ask yourself.

I've been in your position. I know what it's like to stand in front of the world as it lays at your feet; the possibilities of what you could achieve constantly running through your head. They're endless, aren't they? You look up and you don't see a glass ceiling that you could possibly slow you down. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a man that holds an absolutely unmeasurable amount of potential. You see a man that could throw not only this company on his shoulders, but this business as a whole and take it to a place that it never had the chance to reach. You look down and you already see the construction of the pedestal that you believe you're going to call home throughout your time in this company. You picture your name in lights. You picture thousands in attendance wearing your mask as you burst through that curtain. You incision your face being plastered around the cities that you compete in. You believe wholeheartedly that there's absolutely nothing that could possibly slow you down - when it only takes one little slip up and it's all gone. This is the easiest part of your career, Target; pressure is basically nonexistent. There's little to no fear because the situations that you're being placed in are nothing more than low risk and high reward. You succeed and you shock the world who expected you to fail, and you couldn't really fall any lower than you are now if you don't. The man whose memorial match you'll compete in at Pain for Pride was my first real huge victory in this business. I was in the position that you are this week; nothing more than cannon fodder for a man who has his attention locked on something much bigger. Three weeks later that man walked out and won the Answers World Champion, in the process, adding a feather to no only his, but my hat also. It's amazing, isn't it? If you can somehow actually beat me on Dynasty, you can stand in front of the world after Pain for Pride and scream at the top of your lungs that you were the one man that managed to do what the former World Heavyweight Champion couldn't. The doors that are locked closed are immediately forced open. For a kid that shocked everyone at Burning Desire, I was excited.

Now, almost in an instant, that excitement is gone.

I stood at the top of this company at the EAW Champion for the majority of a year. I would tell anyone that was willing to listen that I was undoubtedly the Best in the World; I constantly had to listen to others run through the same story that you did. I'm good, but you're better. I'm not the Best in the World because some scrub that has proved absolutely nothing since walking through the doors of the company is. Congratulations, Target, you won at Burning Desire… against two former World Champions whose reigns may possibly go down as the worst in the history of this business. You managed a last longer than another kid who believes that he's entitled to a few things in this company. I've been unstoppable since returning to this company at Road to Redemption at the end of last year. There hasn't been one person that has been able to answer the question of what it's going to take to keep me down under their own hand. Jacob Senn needed Jamie O’Hara to blatantly hand him a win at Reckless Wiring. Jamie O’Hara needed to pin the absolutely worthless World Heavyweight Champion because he couldn't find the answer of what it took to knock down the greatest threat his championship reign is ever going to face. I have never been as focused as I am now. So, Target, what does that say for you. This isn't a contest where you're expected to try to win. This is a situation where you're expected to try to survive. Don't worry about Ryan Marx. The guy may have a boatload of talent, but if I have my way, you won't make it to Showdown. You'll wake up the day after Dynasty in more pain than you thought was physically possible. This isn't personal. This is the furthest thing from it. This is business, and I'm going to conduct my business by running through every single name that's thrown in my way until I stand in front of the world with the championship that should already be mine resting on my shoulder. Try to enjoy it. Try to enjoy your time standing in my spotlight trying to convince everyone that's watching that you are actually better than I am. And, Target -

I'll prove that you're nowhere near close.

I didn’t want to do this...

I didn’t want to go this way...

But everyone knows....

We don’t run away....

And we won’t run away....

I’ll be straighted up and honest, I want The Tag Team Champions. I want to taste how it feel to be a champion. I want to be a champion that everyone cheers on. But most importantly, I want Lioncross to have a happy ending moment in his last match. You might want to say that I’m a hypocrite for saying that, you might want to say I’m just jumping for opportunities, you might want to say I’m just a liar for saying that, but the fact and the truth is, no matter what you say about my motivation, you have crossed the line last week.

You beat up Lyuncrust last week and let me tell you something, The High Rollerz, it’s a big mistake. It’s been a while since people hit me on the nerves and I applaud you for that. You have opened my eyes, you have made me realized, that you two are indeed our punching targets since the day you assaulted Brian Daniels. It’s not about Pain For Pride anymore, it’s all about beating you up now.

Honestly, I’m glad I have one of you as my opponent this week. Do you hear me, Davidson? I hate you. I hate you and Ripley. I hate you both and Damien Murrow with the burning passions of 1000 suns. I hate you with every fiber of my being. Overall, I just hate your guts. My plan to beat you is simple, Davidson. I just want to attack you with everything I got until you pass out. Laugh at me all you want, I don’t care at all. As great as you really are, you never prove yourself that you’re better than me. This is coming from someone who has never win a title in his EAW career. One of you hit me on the crouch to pin me. One of you almost did the same thing to Lioncross at Reasonable Doubt to retain your titles. No matter what, you always find a way out to escape from my beating. I won’t be surprised if you have similar trick this week, Davidson, but let me assure you, if you beat me this week with another cheap trick, it should tell you that The High Rollerz is afraid of Stuffed Crust.

If you want to talk about the mustard accident, then sure, let’s talk about it. While I never had any intentions to beat dummies with...mustard, I did pin Ripley to get a victory. I didn’t know about it. It was 100% a pure mistake. Lyuncrust was the one who hit Ripley with his mustard anyway, despite it wasn’t his intentions either. But I’ll admit it, I didn’t prove myself to you either. Do you hear that Davidson? I already knowledged myself that I didn’t beat you strike either. I hate you both, but I’m man enough to admit my mistake to my enemies. Why don’t you do the same thing and admit it yourself that you never proved yourself to me either? You know as well as I do that deep down inside, my statement is 100% corrected. Just lay it up, it will make you feel better.

This week might be a fresh beggining for both of us. If you really want to say that you’re better than me, then why don’t you try to beat me like a man? No more tricks, no more lies, I will beat you like a dummy you really are. Like I said, it’s not about Pain For Pride anymore, it’s all about beating you up now. You might hate me afterwards because I’m not holding back anything. If you already hate me now, then good, it should be a motivation to beat me up straight. I hate you so much, but I’ll beat you up with class and honor, because that’s what a wrestler should do. Just be a man, Davidson. Try to beat me with your own hands. When the bill rings though, I'll make you my bitch. I’ll see you around. I can guaranteed you, that this won’t be the last time we’ll meet each others.

 

 
(Cloudy Thoughts)
 
“You know what you have to do when you go out there.”
 
“Hai sensei.”
 
“This will be your biggest challenge. You’re not just fighting for you, but for someone else.”
 
“Hai.”
 
“Imagine the fight before it happens. See your opponent's truth. Understand your foe by becoming them.”
 
“Hai.”
 
“War is complex. See the layers as they unfold- strike when you’re ready.”
 
“Hai.”
 
“Victory must be assured. It is a reality, a fact nobody never deny.”
 
“Hai.”
 
“Do not think like a peasant. There are no ‘what ifs.' Aspire for something more.”
 
“Hai.”
 
“Become a god of war.”
 
“Hai Manami-sensei.”
 

 
I don’t expect you to fear death, Alexis. My concern is getting Lauryn back safe- you know, to her birth mother. No matter how hard you try, you can’t replicate the real thing sweets, and here I figured having two of your own would make you realize that. Or maybe you distrust the adult world, and would rather raise the children you save on your own? Listen to me sweets; you can’t keep every child in the universe, you can’t. Maybe if Sanatorium expanded their horizons- but you guys can’t huh? That means more protection from the authorities, more hands, and your pockets, and eventually, Joseph would no longer be a dark savior. Your family would be one all right- it’d be a goddamn mafia! The next Omerta if you will. That’s the thing about success and furthering your agendas- everyone gets lost in their maze. When I watch you, I see a blind mouse stuck in her labyrinth. (sighs) The Sad thing is I’m the minotaur that’s going to eat you alive. Your scars didn’t give you armor, just a false illusion that pain means you suffered for your sins, paid the cost for victory. Pain is- well it’s just that sweets. Sometimes you get hurt whether it’s physically or mentally. I like to believe that pain and suffering is a result of the choices that we make. We choose to get into a business where no matter what you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to take that suplex, that tag partner is going to betray you, the powers that be are going to overlook you, etc. There’s more heartbreak than celebration, and EAW is living proof of that. Only the Hall of Famers can say they lived a successful career, an aspiration we all wish to achieve. But the path of a wrestler isn’t an easy one is it? We can’t forget that we’re celebrities, role models, spouses, lovers,  siblings, and parents; shit gets complex. 
 
There was no EAW when Michael Hunter was active. Heck, companies would come and go. The 90s was a turbulent time for the industry, and the early 2000s signaled a resurgence. By then, Michael’s injuries were too much, and he was forced to retire. The sad thing about our career is there’s no retirement plan- you have to make your own. What all Mike had was the gym, and once he was gone, Angela was on her own. No matter how hard things got, she made sure her two baby girls always had a place to sleep and food on the table. I helped when I could- hell Angie would never have to work again, but that’s not the life she wants for herself. I can’t just step in and take away her ability to provide. That’s what you did Alexis. You took away another woman’s ability to provide. You should’ve never involved my family in this. They’re just innocent bystanders- then again, this was all about motivating me by force. You admitted it yourself. Do you want me at my worst?
 
(starts laughing)
 
You can’t even comprehend how bad it’s going to get for you, sweets. Those toys that’ll be lying around the arena, the steel and barbed wire surrounding us? I know ways to hurt you that’ll make those cigarette burns look love taps. Since you like pain so much, you’re going to love what I have in store for you. I don’t stop when my back is against the wall, Alexis. I’m going to gnaw away at you until there’s nothing left. Even your soul is up for grabs. When I leave that ring, there’ll be nothing left. For a long time, the EAW universe will talk about what they saw transpire in the ring. The IWC will be excited about seeing a live execution. But, like all things, the EAW universe will move on. The Coven will move on.
 
Joseph will move on.
 
You’ll be forgotten, just another notch in my win column. A fate worse than death for someone who died by my hand. You see Lexi, I do understand you. Everything you’ve said I agree. That’s why I have to destroy you. You and I are so much alike- which scares me. The only difference is I realized how out of control things have gotten. There’s no limit with you, and now innocent people are involved. Maybe you wouldn’t let them burn Serenity, perhaps Lauryn would be safe in your care. I can’t take those chances because, like me, you’re willing to go to any length to make your point. I lost so many friends due to my actions. I missed the respect of my peers, and it nearly cost me the love of my life. It’s too late for redemption- all I can do is move forward. I have to thank you, Alexis. You taught me there’s no avoiding my destiny. My life consists of competition and war. I’m addicted to it. No matter how hard I try to tell myself otherwise, I relish the fact you made things worse between us. This battle is a fight you can’t win sweets. You already admitted it yourself: I’m a fighter first. Wrestling is my bread and butter, what I was bred to do. Generations of Japanese wrestlers on one side and a legacy of military soldiers on the other. I am the culmination of war in the arena and on the battlefield! Don’t be afraid- be blessed that you will die by my hands in a blaze of glory. I can offer you a swift death since my only objective is to win for Lauryn’s sake. One blink and you’ll be in a better- Nah. With the things you’ve done, you’re probably going straight to hell. Heh, in the future I’ll be there as well. We’ve done a lot of wrong things together; there’s no place in heaven for us.
 
On Thursday we enter in a place between heaven and hell. A private realm shared between you and me, watched by the EAW universe at large. There are no safe spaces in The Devil’s Pit, no bubbles to hide inside. The only sounds in this echo chamber will be your screams of pain. Two more days until you die Alexis Diemos. Welcome to the Green Mile.
 
(Looks at her phone for a few moments)
 
I just ordered your final supper for the night before. I threw in a bottle of wine too. Such a shame you have to die in a foreign land. But hey, soldiers die overseas all the time. Sucks, but thus the nature of war.

Tip-toeing?

Is that what you’re calling it, Aria? You think that I’m avoiding everything standing in front of me? You think that I’m just pushing every negative thing you have done with me to the back of my mind? You think I’m underestimating you as some sort of “threat”? What makes you a threat, Aria? Is it because deep in your heart you believe that you’re one of the best talents on Empire? Is it because you let the positive voices of Tarah and Aren make you believe that you have what it takes to rip MY Womens World Championship off my shoulder? What makes you a threat, Aria? Just because you managed to defeat me on three separate occasions? Yeah, you got the best of them in three different occasions. You were smart. You were crafty, but it will never make a different because I will still look you down no matter what. Nothing you say and nothing will do will never be superior to what I have to say and what I have to do. In the last year, what have you done to make yourself look like a true threat into the eyes of these people? Should I recall the infamous moment almost a year ago where the Heart Break Gal just prowled the Vixens Championship from your grasps? You told the entire world that you would be leaving Miami still champion. You were so confident within yourself that you choked in your first title defense. You let the Pain for Pride lights get the best of you. You let the spotlight and attention get into your head and it costed you big time. You made it so simple for the Heart Break Gal to take the title away from you. It’s almost laughable once I think about it. You talk a big game, but once you focus on it, the game isn’t as big of a deal as you once thought it was. That’s what I think about you, Aria. Once you strip down all the glitz, glamour and colorful hair, you’re nothing more than a woman who is desperately trying to prove to these people and herself that she’s good enough to be here. “I know I’m good enough and I don’t care if you think I’m not,” is that you’ll try to say. It’s what you’ll try to feed to these people the same bullshit that you’ve been trying to feed to me since the first time we encountered each other, but it’s never worked. Not even a little bit and the moment you begin to know that, the moment you begin to drop a sweat from the side of your forehead and get nervous. Do I think you’re a big threat, Aria? You’re a threat, but not a huge one. It’s been a year since you did anything that would make me change that opinion of you. You failed at Pain for Pride IX, you failed at retaining your Empress of Elite crown, you failed at keeping The Sirens intact after Cailin cattle prod Sheridan Muller. You failed at capturing the Specialists Championship. In two different occasions, you failed at defeating Cailin Dillon for the Womens Championship! You have multiple opportunities to become champion; yet, you make excuses for yourself over why you didn’t win. “Oh, no! Stephanie Matsuda was in my way! No far! “Oh no, Cameron and Kendra cost me at Malicious Intentions! Oh no!” You may not believe this, but there have been interferences from people in important matches and they have managed to get back in the match—might have not won it—but, they managed to pull through a little longer. You want an example? Go watch the King of Elite Final this year before you bitch about people getting in your way of becoming a champion.

If the Heart Break Gal believed for one second that you matched her in the ring, you would have earned her respect. I know, you don’t care about earning respect from her. “You don’t need our respect.” Save me, the boring speech for someone who gives a fuck. If Ahren believed you were more than a woman, he would have given you a pat on the back and you would have gone your merry way back to Empire? You claimed to have matched both Ahren and HBG, but why aren’t you champion? If you were as good as the woman you have looked up too, why aren’t you the face of Empire? Why has it taken you this long to have gotten the credit you deserve from the people you have faced? Besides your closest friends, is there anyone that gives a damn about you? Is there anyone who has went out of their way to put you up after a devastating loss? Is there anyone who saw the good in you after battles you went through with them? No, because no one you ever faced in a match gave a damn about Aria Jaxon. At least with me, people gave me the credit I deserve. You see, in EAW, there is people that dislike me, but they can’t help but respect my contributions for EAW. In EAW, no one likes you—

Tarah: I like Aria.

Nasir: So, do I.

Aren: You already know my answer.

My point exactly—nobody likes you. “I took Ahren to the limit like no other challenger had”—but, did you win? By watching Fighting Spirit: London, I notice that you lost. By losing, did you prove Ahren right by showing that there is no other competitor worthy of going after the Hardcore Championship? I mean, you were just like Keelan Cetinich and the rest of those Voltage scrubs—losers. The moment they leave Voltage, they’ll be lucky if they can get a place on the card on a week. Aria, you should be blessed that Cleopatra put you next in line for an opportunity for the Womens World Championship. I mean, without you, it would have gone to Cailin, the rightful contender, who had a rematch clause in her contract! To be honest, it doesn’t make sense that you’re even in this Pain for Pride X match. What have you done besides losing every other title match given to you to deserve this match? You defeated me at Grand Rampage? I didn’t know we were in a number one contender’s match. I didn’t know that the next person would get a title shot. I knew that I made it my obligation to show you what The Goddess was all about by getting you out of the title picture, but I thought it would take a lot more for you to get yourself back in the title picture. Why are you comparing my situation with Scott Diamond with your situation with Ahren? That’s like comparing the Manchester bombing at an Ariana Grande concert with people dying of cancer everyday—it cannot be compared! Just when I thought that you couldn’t be more idiotic, you just did. Unlike Ahren, Scott Diamond was a monster. Scott Diamond is a former World Champion and Chairman. This is the same man who defeated [REDACTED] at Pain for Pride 6 and shut down EAW for about a week. Who is Ahren Fournier? A Hardcore Champion who’s dating Drastik? It’s quite hilarious that you brought up Reckless Wiring 2015 because I got dominated, but I took the one thing that meant the world to Scott Diamond and that’s his HoF ring—and no, he can’t have it back.

I’m not ignoring anyone in this match. I could care less about Consuela. If she wants to come after me to send a message to Brody, then she could try her hardest, but I could knock the living daylights out of you and her if I wanted too. As for Brody Sparks, she has her sights set on my sister. She is someone who I don’t want to get in the way of. We’re partners, but we’re also looking out for ourselves in the end of the day. Just like Cailin never cared about me or Kendra. Just like Cailin never cared about you or Tarah. It might be difficult for you or even Consuela to comprehend, but in a world where you put a smile on your face and pretend to be nice to everyone, it will eventually bite you in the ass because everyone else is looking out for themselves while the two of you are looking out for everyone else. “You’re only Womens Champion because I picked your spot!” Gee, isn’t that the reason why most people are champions in EAW? They pick the perfect time, place and opportunity to strike? That’s what the Empire Cup was all about, Aria. Like you would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes? Are you going to deny that? Or would you do the same thing you did with the Young Lions Cup and wait months and then TELL your opponent where and when you plan to cash it in? See? This is why you’re not New Breed Champion or Hardcore Champion. It’s these stupid mistakes that you make that are costing you accomplishments. I haven’t done much with the Womens Championship just like you didn’t do shit with the Young Lions Cup. Aria, honey, you can’t be the one to tell me that you haven’t been doing much with anything, while you’re the queen of doing nothing. But, that’s none of my business. Aren’t you glad that I’m defending the title at Pain for Pride though? You and Cailin won’t know what will hit the two of you? Who knows? I might knock you out cold the same way I knocked out Cailin to take the title away from her. “Real champions don’t need to downplay heir opposition,” I’m not though. I genuinely believe that you’re not as good as you make yourself to be. It makes have you shook to believe that there is someone who doesn’t believe in you and what you’re capable of in the ring. At Terminus, you can try and prove me wrong. You and Consuela can get those needed victories, but they won’t determine your faiths at Pain for Pride. Go ahead and try, ladies, but Brody and I are winning this match for ourselves.

The amount of times you’ve kicked me when I was already down and yet, I’m still here. I still plan to make my presences known at Terminus and I still plan to dethrone the woman who is now the longest reigning Specialists Champion in EAW history. That’s always been the plan, Brody. It’s been the plan since the minute I became your number one contender. The moment I became the number one contender for your title, you have been on defense mode. You’ve begun to be the protective mother to your title. There is no immoveable person or thing in this world that is going to separate you from the title—at least, that’s what you believe. I’m quite positive that’s what Cameron believes and as much as I hate to admit it, Aria could possibly be the woman to take the title away from Cameron, just like I’m going to take the title away from you. The more you continue to beat me down, the more you begin to think that Brody Sparks cannot defeat Consuela Rose Ava. As the weeks go by and the Pain for Pride side inches closer and closer, you grow insecure for yourself. You rely on your defense mechanisms of the numbers game or beating someone when they’re already down to get your message out there. You think that if you use those mechanisms, I will be the one growing insecure. You’d think that it would plant seeds of doubt in my brain and cost me the match before the bell rings. You think that I have seeds of doubt planted in my mind already? You think that I’m doubting myself at the moment? No. The more I talk to you, the more I get comfortable with the thought that at Pain for Pride, the title will have a new shoulder to rest on. Does it every cross your mind what would happen when you have a fresh Consuela standing across from you in the ring? Instead of the battered woman you have grown so used to beaten up after she had competed in grueling matches, you will have a challenger who will evenly match you in the ring. You’ll be facing a woman who hates you as much as you hate her. You’ll be facing a woman who cannot wait to beat the living daylights out of you. You’ll be facing a woman who is willing to take you to the limit. I’ve been taken by the limit by one person in the past and she passed out unconscious because of her never die attitude? Is that what you’re willing to do, Brody? Are you willing to provide me with the same never die attitude that was once found in another blonde by the name of Sophia Rose? Or will give up when the going gets tough? Will you find yourself feeling the same pain as Haruna? As Tarah? As Stephanie? Will you be experiencing the same pain of failure that your past opponents have felt? You do have a point—I am thankful for the tournament. Without it, I would have never have realized how much of a coward you are. I would have never looked into the eyes of a woman so scared that her days as champion are numbered. Go ahead, laugh at the moment. Try to ignore the fact that the only reason you broke Cailin’s record was because I couldn’t have faced you a lot sooner. Why didn’t I cash in my Pain for Pride opportunity sooner you may ask? Well, I think my championship victory is worthy of a large attendance at MetLife Stadium. I’ve always dreamed of a title victory at Pain for Pride. Cameron used to tell me stories of her Vixens Championship win at Pain for Pride 6, but I wanted to experience a title win personally. Thanks to our match, I think I might have all my dreams come true. I just want to thank you in advance, Brody because there is no other woman in this locker room I’d rather take the title off other than you.

As for Aria, you can count on me. If you want my sister one-on-one, I’m not going to stand in your way. Just leave a clear path to Brody and I’ll be a happy camper. From day one, I’ve admire your never say never attitude. I’ve admired how you always kept fighting even when the odds were stacked against you. We’re had our problems in the past. I’m a different woman now and the person I got to rely on is myself. Brody and Cameron may believe that just because their champions, that makes them superior to us. They think that it makes them better than us and that’s far from the truth. You’ve had Cameron’s numbers in the past and at Terminus, this could be my opportunity to prove to Brody that her days as Specialists Champion are up. Who knows? There could be two different champions after Pain for Pride is over. It’s a possibility.

Last time I stepped in a ring to compete it was an all out war. I was in there with a young rising star determined to win and beat me specifically; a merciless force of destruction who has a fairly... Diamond studded history in this company; and another respected veteran who is going into the Hall of Fame this year, but got pinned in the middle of the ring by me. Now I go on to represent Dynasty at Pain For Pride X in a match honoring one of the greatest men in the history of this industry. But my goal going into this match is to elevate the prestige of my opportunity. This match should be representing the best of Dynasty, the best of Showdown, and the best of Voltage and Empire. This week is key in giving the Extreme Enigma Elimination match that level of credibility, and it falls on my shoulders. 

There is a lot on the line for myself, the man who has repeatedly referred to himself as "The finest competitor EAW has to offer." While I was winning a match where I had been dubbed the underdog at Burning Desire, Xavier Williams was beating Tig Kelly to earn himself an opportunity at the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. That's a pretty big deal and Xavier deserves a standing ovation for his accomplishment. However, come Pain For Pride I want to steal the show. I want people to look forward to my match because they know that is where the real talent will be on display.

No disrespect Xavier, you're a great competitor, all I'm saying is I'm a better one. And yes, it is one thing to say I'm better but it's another animal to prove that I am better. Which is why come Friday night on Dynasty I will will prove that I am better. I have beaten Hall of Famers, former world champions, and on Dynasty I will beat a future world champion because beating people is what I do best. Through the undying love and support of the Smiling Faces all around the world I continue to push myself beyond my limitations to overcome any and every challenge that comes my way and I will continue to do that until I beat world champions and I myself become a world champion! And you Xavier, are my next challenge.

But my challenges this week don't end at Dynasty because on Showdown I'm facing a man who calls himself a winner. Ryan Marx, I've had my eye on you for some time now. You are easily one of the most talked about and hyped up rising stars in EAW. In fact, some have doubted my chances at Pain For Pride considering the fact that I will be sharing the ring with you. Which is why I was ecstatic when hearing your address on Showdown where you challenged me to step in the ring with you, one on one, this Saturday.

Target Smiles vs The Ryan Marx on Showdown.

But Ryan, despite our similarities there is one difference between us that I can't help but dwell on and that difference is explored through the concept of respect. I respect each and every person who I share my stage with as well as everyone who puts their hard earned money into watching me perform my craft. But at the same time I find myself struggling to earn respect from my peers. Take Burning Desire for example. I was labeled as the underdog in my match despite the fact that I was the most likely to win, and proof of that is in the fact that I did win. Maybe I didn't eliminate every single person in that match, maybe I didn't dominate throughout the entire bout, but I never claimed to be the most dominant person in EAW. No, I claim to be the finest competitor. I don't hurt people, I don't dominate, I compete and do so successfully. But even with my success, even with the fact that Target Smiles has only ever been beaten once since he came to EAW, I don't get the same respect as you.

Ryan Marx may not be as loved by the fans as Target Smiles. Ryan Marx may not have Smiling Faces rallying behind him, but Ryan Marx is universally respected. The fans that boo you still have some level of respect for you. Your peers, whether or not they admit it, respect you. Even veterans who scoff at the entire lot of the Target Smiles generation of EAW stars, they put respect on the name of Ryan Marx. Why? Because Ryan Marx is recognized as one of the finest competitors EAW has to offer, while Target Smiles is out to prove that he is the finest competitor EAW has to offer and that is why I am not going to pass up an opportunity like this.

The Smiling Faces and myself have been asking, no begging, for me to be challenged by top level competitors. And now that I've put myself in a position to face Xavier Williams and Ryan Marx within 24 hours of each other there is no backing down. There is no holding back. As this week comes to its close, both of you better be prepared to bring everything you have to the ring if you expect to stand a chance against Target Smiles.

Wow Murrow I just can't believe you. Do you know how many times I seriously thought about signing with Showdown a while back? Do you know how many times I wanted to just get Dynasty out of my way and start a new beginning? I didn't you know why? I wanted to see that idiot Monroe suffer, I wanted to see him scream like a little girl to see him grab every last dollar out of his pocket so he can sign that paycheck every week. We went our separate ways, I went back to Dynasty to claim what is rightfully mine which is the New Breed Championship and you went on to continue running Showdown. But this past Saturday night in Bridgeport after I flew across the world less then three days. I went from Atlanta to London then to Bridgeport immediately after Dynasty finished! I was tired, I WAS JET LAGGED AND IT COSTED ME IN MY MATCH WITH REX! I WAS ABOUT TO HIT THE F-5 FOR THE THREE COUNT BUT NO HE GOT LUCKY! IT WAS A FLUKE WIN! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE AND HAVE BEEN REWARDED THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP! WHO CARES ABOUT REX? WHO CARES ABOUT THAT OLD MAN NAMED STARK? THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON ONE PERSON AND THAT PERSON IS LUCAS "THE WRESTLING MACHINE" JOHNSON! This Chris Elite guy? What the hell is so special about him? All of you general managers want to play with old toys like CM Banks, Tiberius Jones, and even Diamond Cage. There are new toys in the company and you're looking at the hottest toy in the business today, the current New Breed Champion and by the end of Dynasty I will hold the most prestigious title in our business today for eighty-seven days. What's new about Chris Elite? He has a little body guard to fight his battles for him? He has a new attitude? All of it is bullshit to me and quite frankly the whole division is jealous of me. Chris Paradise, Anthony Leonhart, Mark Michaels. All of them have fallen including Leonhart where he had his second shot and failed at Burning Desire. The whole New Breed division is jealous that I am the most dominant champion in HISTORY! People want to say "Oh Lucas, your title reign is a joke. You were just losing matches not that long ago..." Every time I hear that type of complaints it just goes in one ear and out the other, I remember when I was a rookie like all you other losers in the New Breed Division. There's an old saying that I will forever live by and that saying is "If you ain't first, your last." I was last for a long time in this company but then you learn new tricks from some friends like Scott Oasis and you improve your game and become great. Chris Elite claims that he's the one that added prestige to this title? If I remember correctly when I first joined this company, this title was treated like a joke and held by people that were jokes. Maxwell Dachs, who was an asshole in the locker room and treated everyone like we were the bottom of his shoe. Piff Fumador, this man was the pot smoking lucha libre star that thought holding this title was a joke. When I first started my quest to become New Breed Champion, Piff had the odor of weed coming off of his wrestling gear and magically passed a drug test. Did he use fake piss? Did he get someone to piss for him? Then JJ Silva a former member of Omerta. I carried The New Breed Team last year with him at Pain for Pride 9 at Sun-Life Stadium and man I will say out of all the people that treated this beautiful title like a joke, JJ was one of the few that had potential to make this title important again but he failed. JJ failed when he walked away from this company and then Chris Elite won it. Chris Elite wants to say he added prestige to it? He didn't hold it longer then three months! By the time Pain for Pride rolls around I will have surpassed the three month mark and reached over a hundred days holding the most prestigious title in our sport today! Do you know how many title defenses I have had in the last month and a half? I will say about four, if my memory comes in correctly back in your day the title was defended probably once a month? As for you Murrow, I am invading Showdown again this week! I got my beautiful suit picked out and everything. Half of this invasion is a business trip to not only check out "THE NEW CHRIS ELITE!" But see how the joke of Showdown, Cody Marshall is doing. If we are being honest here Cody is the one from the blue brand that deserves a New Breed Title shot, he was the one that I DESTROYED BACK AT RECKLESS WIRING, BUT GUESS WHAT? CODY IS SCARED! HE HASN'T STEPPED ONE FOOT NEAR ME SINCE MARCH 11TH! Well it will be eighty-eight days later and I will sit ringside for Cody Marshall vs Chris Elite and I hope Cody doesn't shit his pants. As for you Murrow, I hope you have extra security lined up because you're going to need it. Like I said last week, your going to pay for this!

But as for my home on Dynasty, each week the bigger checks are signed by Monroe and I get bigger and bigger matches. When I first arrived here at EAW, I was lucky to get a spot on a Voltage or Dynasty card. Shortly after I was lucky to get a spot on a free per view besides Pain for Pride and super shows. Now that I am the man in the New Breed Division I AM THE MAIN EVENT! I GET THE BIG PAY DAYS, I GET THE MAIN EVENT MATCHES AND NOW THE FUTURE HALL OF FAMER WILL FALL TO THE WRESTLING MACHINE THIS FRIDAY NIGHT! Funny enough after leaving Dynasty to fly to Bridgeport I met an old person I looked up to climbing into this business at the airport and it just so happened to be StarrStan. I was the better man because StarrStan so happened to be traveling to John F. Kennedy Airport in New York City so I asked him to come on my private jet to Bridgeport then he would have to drive to the big apple. Starr said of course so that long flight we bonded. I faced StarrStan one time in my career and that was before he hung up those boots and back then he just looked at me as a rookie that was nothing. When we were on that flight, we finally got to know each other. The best part that flight was saying Starr is still watching the sport he has loved ever since he was a child. We have similar backgrounds from starting with amateur wrestling and rising up to the professional wrestling. We both wanted to wrestle and main event shows like Pain for Pride and he agreed THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON ME, I SHOULD BE THE MAIN EVENT OF PAIN FOR PRIDE! WHO CARES ABOUT ROBBIE AND BRIAN? IT'S THERE FINAL MATCH, THEY ARE BOTH GONE AFTER JUNE 2017 COMES TO A CLOSE! THE FUTURE STARS OF THIS BUSINESS IS RIGHT IN-FRONT OF YOUR FACE! A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE FALLEN AND A LOT OF PEOPLE TOOK THERE BALL AND LEFT! THIS WILL BE MY THIRD PAIN FOR PRIDE! FIRST YEAR WAS IN THE 24/7 BATTLE ROYAL, LAST YEAR WAS THE DIVIDE AND CONQUER MATCH AGAINST THE VIXENS AND NOW THIS YEAR I AM DEFENDING THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS TITLE IN OUR SPORT - THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP! This week I take on Jacob Senn is going into the Hall of Fame and it is a Hall of Fame career and can take down Mister DEDEDE at Pain for Pride X. That doesn't matter to me, all that matters to me is Senn falling to my demise this Friday night and after that I expect Senn, AND ESPECIALLY THE WHOLE SHOWDOWN ROSTER TO BOW DOWN TO THE WRESTLING MACHINE!