It could be said that the pure and utter misery that all those mislead to believe that the New Era of Showdown was just some false advertisement to promote changes in general, were undone by their own utmost pride and bruised egos. Through the downright incompetence of the veteran masses that comprise of the Showdown locker room over the last couple of seasons to include those shapeshifting lizards running the show, the rise of this elitist has been made possible. How unfortunate. People would just love to discredit this elitist and find fault in his methods to find victory, but let's be honest. Pain For Pride? It's in my rear view mirror, almost completely out of sight out of mind. Each result I've accumulated, they've put the Showdown roster on notice and left a clear message for greedy little husslers of others success, that no stone goes unturned in this generation of the so called entitled. I guess that's supposed to mean that I shouldn't even be here right now, but I guess another trend was bucked again. 

Then again, nothing is ever as it seems.

Through all the psychoanalysis this past week, the only fee happened to be the bitter taste of defeat my opponents at Dia Del Diablo had to eat. Despite my honest to God warnings about silencing themselves when trying to decipher what they didn't quite understand in the first place, they went ahead and created their own ordeals anyways. They have nobody to blame but themselves. They had to find out the hard way that everything that glittered isn't gold. Their folly became my fortune. Perhaps apologies are in order, and rightfully so. I mean, after all what else can I say for myself after taking something that didn’t belong to me? Taking from those that were so much more deserving, in their own minds that is, ended up being worth the price of admission. Though I would say that those who act out selfishly and don't know their place, they should be dealt with appropriately. Wouldn’t you say so, Tiberius? I mean isn’t it true that poor little Theron Nikolas got just a little too big for his britches? I mean, you gave him everything, he reciprocated in the beginning until he had everything he wanted, and then selfishly once he had a little power he wanted to take something of great value away from you. So you did everything necessary to show him the error of his ways, just as I did at Dia Del Diablo myself. Such a shame how very greedy people tend to be, but it's a dog eat dog world as I told both Devan and HBG. I warned them for a whole week that their greed would lead to their undoing. As you know, Tiberius, things don’t stay the same forever. Nothing ever stays the same, it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. The magic fades too fast. The bad news is when it comes to you, is that nothing lasts forever. The good news for me, is simply a reaffirmation of the bad news, and that’s also that nothing lasts forever. My journey through the land of elite, Tiberius, has been an arduous one, and I guess during all the positive traction as well as negative upheaval, I've managed to turn a few heads here and there. The point is though, during all that time, I started to realize that I work hard, yes, and that's obviously important in achieving great things. However, through down right ignorance, impudent individuals such as Devan and HBG, my rise continues. It's funny how far a little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day. This path I've been taking in this journey has me stopping at a destination I've been to before with you, Tiberius. I see you in all your glory, and I'm honestly impressed. It doesn't matter how you did it, because in the end all anyone remembers is what you became for the things that you did, and why you stand prominently in this company. Honestly, Tiberius, nothing you really do or achieve in the Grand scheme of things is of serious interest to me. The experience is what I'm out for. Besides, you exist on a higher plain than me or anyone else I've conquered, so certainly you shouldn't have anything to worry about, right? However, as we learned at Diablo, the past hardly dictates anything. You see, like the greedy, obsessive lot that were placed before me at Dia Del Diablo, you are merely a proving ground for me, another temporary destination on the familiar roads that lead me to the summit.

But you're simply more, correct?

You have not a thing to worry about.

Don't mind me.

I'm just the lowly pawn chipping away on the outside of these walls.

So much power you hold, and surprisingly you looked so ordinary and beatable against a former alli, a protector to your throne, a greenhorn rookie. All the while this elitist managed a clean sweep against two certified Hall of Famers, proving on the same night that all the power you hold means nothing. Yet all I want is for you to get out of my way. I want you to fall. I want to silence you, and I want to be on my way to the next destination on this path. You have nothing I want, and nothing I couldn't take from you when you least expect it anyhow. It could be this Saturday, it could be later, but honestly what's the fun in waiting when I've waited long enough? The New Era of Showdown is taking shape, and you should feel relieved... relieved that you can be apart of it, just as it was a privilege for both Devan and HBG to partake in my rise to get to you. In the end, when the pawn has trumped the King, the face of greed gets replaced by the one of the future.

Making all that power disappear for good.

Target Smiles, I thought I was going to have to kill my kindness and cover my eyes when I have to do what needs to be done and shoot you between your eyes and put you down for good. But now things have changed dramatically and it seems that you have this unhealthy obsession in pulling the tiger's tail and you're really asking to meet your maker sooner rather than later. Any chance of me sparing you has died now since you want to bring up my daughter again and continue to disrespect me. It's funny how you claim to be this fun and innocent child and like a child, you didn't try to target me. Instinctively you went ahead and try to aim your valor against my only pride left in this world. I want you to remember when I run right through your body with my newly named finisher, The Widow's Wale Spear, remember what brought that upon you. I want you to remember the phrase when you admitted that you wanted to break the dreams of my daughter seeing me as a champion. As a man of the people whose mission is to bring smiles on to people's faces that you sunk so low to attack a child in order to get to me mentally just so you can have an advantage over me. How cute but unfortnately for you, it isn't going to work because all you've done is dig yourself into a deeper hole than you were in before and when you look at the walls you will come to realize that there's no turning back and there will be no way out for you. It's time for you to take responsibility for what you've said because rest assured that they will come back and bite you in the worse imaginable way. What are you trying to prove here Target Smiles? Like where do you think these cheap shots at me and family will lead you? Do you think it'll give you an edge over me or are you trying to prove that you're not a child and you can step up in a verbal war with the adults? Whatever the case may be the young man I hope you can cash the checks that your mouth as written for you because if you don't then you'll just end up feeling the same as the same pathetic loser when you lost at Pain For Pride when you let an opportunity slip through your fingers. Young man, you'll be learning a lot of lessons during this match and one of the biggest lessons you'll learn is to not piss off Ryan Savage because when that happens bad things are sure to follow and it's safe to say that you'll look at me in a different light when I beat your sorry ass to the ground and force the respect into you!



But let me pause for a second and let me go back to something that you said about how badly I need the Hardcore Championship to have a sense of validation for my career when all of it is said and done. Young man, do you know who you're talking to and the things that I have accomplished while I was in this sport? I'm a former Young Lions Cup Winner, Former New Breed Champion, The only man who held those two titles simultaneously, I'm the former and first ever Pure Champion and I am a former Tag Team Champion. Do you honestly think that I need a title to validate my career? The answer is no, I don't need a championship to validate my career because a material thing doesn't hold validation of any kind. The only validation that I will appease my soul is when I get my hands on Zack Crash and the Hardcore Championship is just a means to his end when I pry it from his dead hands when I get my hands on him soon enough. If you want to talk about validation other than beating Zack Crash I want to prove that I can still hang with the new blood that has made themselves known within this company during my time of struggle, I want validation in the form of me defeating the people I've walked into this company with that are now Hall Of Famers, Former World Champions and revered figures within this company. I want validation to show them that I'm not dead yet and if they step inside the ring with me, I would whoop their ass in a heart beat and show them that they wouldn't have gotten their success if I were still around preventing it from happening. So now as things unfold young man it seems the sins of those of my past has bled through the current generation of talent in this new era of EAW. To some of you I may be an old relic but to me, I'm just a vengeful ghost who hasn't found his resting place yet and is looking to make everyone pay. In the grand scheme of things, I will change the minds of the EAW Universe and my loved ones at home and show them that I can be a man and provide for my daughter. But sometimes to get to that destination I need to go through hell to make it happen and I'm looking to drag most of you down there with me and it's sad that you have to be a casualty of my warpath. But nothing in life comes easy and young man unfortunately for you, your health may be in jeapordy and your smiles will soon turn into frowns because whatever dream scenario you've thought up for yourself in winning this match in glorious and spectacular fashion it's better for you to keep that as a dream because you're now living in my era where vindication, revenge, retribution are the things that are driving me to victory. It will be those things that will help me persevere whatever adversity that I'm going to face. It will get me through whatever opponent that may be better than me or what have you. But at the end of the day, those things are what's going to keep my heart beating and I swear to you until dying breath that this match I will be victorious. I may have chose to swell and brood into the darkness and chosen sex, violence and drugs over acknolweding my own daughter's existence for three whole years. But I'm still man enough to get out of that darkness and become the man that I'm destined become and the champion that I will become whether it be out of vengeance or out of pure obligation, no matter what the motive the destination will always remain the same.


*As for Lethal Consequences who have spoken my name into existence, I will give him the time of day that he's yearning for. LC, how dare you ask me who I am. But my question to you is who the fuck do you think you are because to me you're nobody worth wasting my time on. So if you don't mind, please go ahead and fall victim to Zack Crash along with Scott Diamond because you two aren't worthy of being the ones to dethrone him. That right belongs to me and I be damned if either of you or any of these men I'm in a match with will steal that opportunity from me. You've been warned LC, go back to your little shtick as the troll on the internet forums to get your buzz. Go back to what you do best and fill the minds of little children and teenagers with somewhat clever one lines, memes, jokes or whatever you do to stimulate your mind and stay away from me, stay away from my championship, stay away from my prey and just get out of Dynasty while you're still able to. You have been warned you piece of trash because if we EVER cross paths I will show you who you're superior truly is!*

Wait, hold the fuck up... before I begin... 


The following is said by Lethal Consequences only as a middle finger. A man of Lethal Consequences' stature and place in EAW right now shouldn't even be opening his mouth and modulation his vocal chords for something and someone who shouldn't be a thought, a whisper in the mind of Lethal Consequences...

Ryan Savage... Who the hell do you think you are? What power do you hold, Mr. Ryan Savage, if that's your real name? You're just out here making proclamations? Zack Crash got it in the bag! Lethal Consequences and Scott Diamond are nothing compared to the roach?! Zack Crash just a go-to in the sportsbooks for the locked W, Ryan Savage? Who are you to, RYAN SAVAGE? You're nobody, Ryan Savage! You're no Alexander! I'm Alexander! You a bum!


Back to your regular scheduled bomb of a promo...


Ahem... I'll be the first to step to the podium. I've been known to do that lately. Y'know I'm really a man for the product of EAW right now, if I say so myself. I'm the name that puts the butts in seats, jack! You know why there's a hardcore invitational, right now? In ELITE Answers Wrestling? Because of ME. Lethal Consequences! Here to evolve through the past! This "modern" EAW isn't for men like Zacharia Collision! It's for extremists like I... and everybody that is on this goddamn brand of Dynasty will say they're all for the extreme. And how they're really with the shits, they're sadistic and need blood! No. No, no. The land you're all in right now, this land, this land is not bred for talents of myself. No... Such as so:

Why am I facing now two men for my title? 

My Hardcore Championship. The only reason you got that around your waist, Zacharia, is because of me! Without Lethal Consequences holding the prestigious, illustrious, elusive, Unified Hardcore Championship there would be no "Hardcore Championship" in Elite Answers Wrestling!

...excuse me while I gag...

Two men! A man who IS NOT HOLDING THE TITLE I'M WINNING, is participating, INTRUDING, on my championship-winning match. I don't blame you Scott. Not at all, you got lucky. I'm ecstatic for you really... I love when the incompetency of suits reward the less fortunate. It's great. But it came at a cost from my wallet. And that, that I do not condone. It's not your fault you have to beat alongside Crash. That's rude, really. I never want to share my beat. Except for the times where I've won my accolades against multiple people. Besides that... an other time I'M NOT FOR IT, Scott. Hear me, Zack?! Who's name starts with a Z, ZACK?! You BUM!

Once I win my title back I'm TAKING YOU OUT, STARR STAN. IT'S GONNA BE REAL EXTREME, STAN! 

Sigh... I'm just out here lonely, is all. That's why I'm rambling here, folks. I can thrive without food, but I'm a goddamn superhero when I get meat to pick off the bone. 

Scott, 
You suck, you're not of my caliber and you're trash. You don't deserve to be in this match. You were beat on Dynasty. You were dead. It was an amazing moment, amazing highlight. You were lucky to be a part of it. I and you were screwed out of a fair, justice-filled fight. I'm sure you're all for justice. You know it, I know it, it should be Lethal Consequences versus the man with the weird gimmick. But STARR STAN HAS A VENDETTA BECAUSE HE'S JEALOUS OF ME. ALWAYS HAS BEEN. But you're here Scott. You could sneak away with a win. You could. It'd be great, it'd be statistically in your favor. I guess. Two ways to win, I don't know. But you won't. I'll win. You'll be lost in the shittiness of not being number 1 contender. I don't know what you will do. But you'll forever be that stepping stone for Lethal Consequences in 2017 into his ascent to the pure energy of EAW. And when I have all three world titles unified, along with this title we're fighting for, of course because I will have never have lost it... you will get the first spot in line for the Consequechampionship. 

Zack,
You're trash. Zack Trash. You have a weird talking style and no one likes it. I'm pretty sure I know things about you, and that I should be I don't. You're basically a Ryan Savage to me at this point. You're not going to be champion after Dynasty. I won't spoil if it's me or Scott, because you don't deserve to know. Me and Scott already clearly know it's me. But you don't. You won't know. Until I win. Shit. I spoiled it. Fuck you Zack Crash. You suck.

I'm going to win.

There are things in life that I fear but death and defeat aren't one of them, no,  the one thing that I fear the most as I began my path of Vengeance is time itself. I'm afraid that as time marches forward, I feel that time itself will quiet the rage that lies within my heart and my thirst for vengeance and retribution will subsequently die. This is why I told my daughter and her mother to stay away from the television and not follow EAW for a while because I wouldn't want her to see her father to be an ugly man that showcases the ugliness that resides in humans. But, one can argue that she's already been exposed to the ugliness since she's already been made aware of the heavy drug use that I was under for quite some time but then again this isn't the time nor the place to discuss that. The thing that I want to make abundantly clear to every person that has had the audacity to speak of my child's name and trying to derail me of any confidence I have coming into this match will be paying a steep price. A price that you will be paying in blood soon enough and the Gods themselves won't be able to intervene and save you from my rage. It's quite amusing that ever since I stepped foot back into this company, every person I went up against as mentioned my daughter in some capacity and trying to play Maury, Dr. Phil, Jerry Springer or even Steve Wilkos and try to get me to worry about my own child and get inside of my head that I'm going to let her down in some way or form in hopes that you all can get a leg up on me. Here's my advice to all of you that are participating in this match and for those who may be listening because those cheap tactics in using my family members as a means to slow me down aren't going to work. You can say practically anything you want about my daughter and my own character that hasn't been said to me before because I've heard it mostly from my doctors and my child's mother and when I hear it from you all it feels like I'm in the middle of a nagging session that I don't really want to partake at least not from my competitors anyway. So please, just stop it with the canned lectures and focus on the task at hand in finding a way to overcome my fury when the bell rings to signal the end of your chances to advance to face Zack Crash.

 I have mentioned multiple times what has been keeping my heart beating and aside from my daughter that's keeping me going my lust for revenge is what has taken top priority over anything that I have going for me right now. This trumps any fear that you all are trying to make me feel or the threat of looking too far past all of you because truth be told I don't sweat any of you. I know for a fact that I can beat you all in short order and move on to the man that has my undivided attention. You all can try your hardest to test fate and try to get in my way but you're barking up the wrong tree. There's literally nothing stopping me from getting what I want and I'm willing to do whatever is possible to preserve my hatred for Zack Crash alive and I be damned if I'll let any of you still that from happening. I'm so close to realizing my goal that I just need to win one more match, just one more and I can finally get my hands on Zack Crash. Mr. Monroe has made things worse for all of you unfortunately by adding in another person in this match that this little bitch who knows absolutely nothing about the evils of the world and that inhabits it to try and get her little friend a free pass to a championship. That has been weighing on my mind heavily ever since the announcement was made that another person will be apart of this match. With that decision being made Sebastian Monroe has forsaken every last person that has to deal with me because I will be damned if I let an interloper ruin my chance at revenge! Every last one of you will be walking into the depths of hell like lambs to the slaughter house and you'll see come Dynasty what I meant by that. Khasim, Darkane, Target Smiles and the unknown bastard that dares to steal my opportunity from me, you all will know what it'll truly feel like to be in hell because I will bring it and the storm with me into this fatal 5 way match and you'll truly be able to comprehend what evils lurk inside a man's heart. You will bear witness to your morality and any chance or confidence that you may think you have walked into this match. You'll see it all disappear right in front of you and whatever aspiration of becoming the next champion of the Hardcore Division will no longer be in sight. You boys are entering into the deep waters and there's a chance that all of you will drown before you could ever hope to reach me. Even if you're able to survive the deep waters and make it to the shore you'll find yourself standing right in front of your superior, your predator the man that will break every last one of you and that man is me!

That reminds me Darkane, I haven't given you the undivided attention that you want from me so badly and forgive me but I'm not trying to ignore you. At least not on purpose anyways but do you honestly think I care about the beating you gave me months ago? I can bring up the excuses that I was on drugs back then when you have beaten me to a pulp but then again I deserve it to some degree. Actually, I should be thanking you because if you didn't beat me the way you did then I probably wouldn't be standing here right now. So I'll tip my hat off to you my good sir but there's something that you need to think about before you decide to open your mouth again. I may be looking past you and every last one of you right now but when that bell rings I will be looking right at you. You will be getting all the attention that you crave for me and I'll give you the opportunity to beat me like you did the last time and see how you fair in this go round. I promise you that you won't be as dominant as you were last time and in all honesty, I can bet my life that I'll be getting a tad bit of revenge on you when I'm the one beating you into oblivion. But, I can imagine your frustration in feeling ignored Darkane and it really does speak volumes about who you are as a person who constantly smokes a lot, drinks a lot and buy random prostitutes off the streets. I know that I'm not the one to judge any man by any means since I'm not perfect my damn self. But when I see you act the way you do it gives me a good idea to what you were like when you were a child or back in your younger days. I can see it now actually, I can see you being that kid that nobody ever noticed at all. I can sense that people have always overlooked you and just didn't seem worth the bother to interact with. It's like the saying where if a tree falls in the middle of nowhere, will you really hear its sound? Or something like that but it can be said for you if people ignore you in every way, shape or form would you really call yourself living or just passing through life? I can see the thought of people not interacting with you and consider your life as something and significant as a cow, an ant, or a pig. As humans we don't consider the lives of those animals because we see them as lesser beings, we don't spare pigs or cows because they provide sustenance that we are willing to wipe them out and as long as they fulfill one of our basic needs then we blindly kills those things off not worrying about how many are left. Better yet you could compare your life up until now compared to an ant as well because I could imagine that the world has stomped on you and sucked you dry of any hope that you had of a peaceful living. I can see that you didn't want to live a life of a drunk like I didn't want to live a life as a habitual failure and a drug addict. But the only way for people to take notice of you and prove to them that you exist is to live a toxic and self-destructive life when you turn to alcoholism and smoking. You buy these prostitutes to make yourself feel needed and maybe make up the love that you didn't get from your own mother or any affection from any woman for that fact. So when you found your way to some money you buy those things so they can fill up the voids that are in your life and try to find a way to bringing any meaning to it. Which unfortunately when you sleep at night and when you still have to repeat the same process it proves that there's something that's still missing within in you that you can't buy. It's sad because I feel like I'm talking about Emily Sanchez and her predicament since she's on the same exact path living a life of loneliness and self destruction. You can argue that if she continues this path she'll end up like you and I, men that have been chewed up in this world just to be spat out like garbage. But there's a difference, while you two are letting this world continue to use and rape you and you succumb to the vices. I'm finding retribution and freeing myself from the evils of this world and even though in this moment I have devoted myself to revenge. I'm also planning to kill a demon that has played apart in ruining my career and that demon's name is Zack Crash!

So like I told Emily, if I were you Darkane in your case, I would finally man up and free yourself from this darkness instead of being used by it and abused by it because I can tell that's been happening your entire life. So as I look at you, I can't take you seriously as much as I want to but I just pity you way too damn much to even strike you down. Like Target Smiles, he's a happy go lucky man and he's a person that I would love to be and I said to him if this was a different time of my life I don't want to put a bullet through his head and kill whatever joy he may have in becoming a champion. Just like you, I don't want to rob you of feeling important, a feeling that has been taken from you since birth and for Emily and whatever role she plays in this for her friend. I don't want to rob her of any prize she may get by getting this guy an opportunity to become a champion. For all, I know she may be able to go back home and be with her loved ones. But unfortunately, I don't give a damn about any of that stuff because those things are at the back of my mind. There is one thing that I'm focused on and one thing only and that's Zack Crash. My goal is to win this match, my only worry is to keep people like all of you from getting in my way. I'm facing different people that all have high stakes in this match but I won't let my feelings get in the way of me getting revenge. So I'm sorry but come this Friday you all won't be getting your happy endings because I'm going to ensure that my happy ending comes true and if I have to do more repenting for the sins I'm about to commit then so be it because this match is too important for me not to see myself win.

Is this some type of joke!? Listen here Emily, that's been missing for almost a year ago it seems to me that you don't know your facts about anything but it doesn't surprise me that you speak out of ignorance and what you only see from the surface. From the looks of it Emily it sounds like you're probably around the age of five through ten years old and it looks like you're just now figuring out how wicked and evil this world truly is. I can get the message that you're trying to convey to Sebastian Monroe or for anyone that bothers to listen to your sad little tale about the devils that rules dominion over this world or the hell that you've been living in since you've been abducted since your kidnapping. It amuses me greatly on how a little girl yourself can speak on things evil especially since you don't know what truly lies behind the darkness of most men and women that roam this Earth. I could imagine you've gotten your first taste of the ugliness of mankind when you were taken from your home and the reason why I can speak about this comfortably and not be phased by these empty shots at me is because if you truly knew about the men that you're facing you would know that I was born from darkness. I know first hand how wicked this world truly is and the man that you see before you now is just a soul that's trying to escape that darkness that has consumed me for my entire life. I have said this time and time again I guess it's something that you refuse to acknowledge your young brain can't fathom since you're just now getting a taste of what evil is. But truth be told Emily, I knew I had a daughter for quite a while and it took them to actually sought me out when I was out my lowest and it wasn't until recently when I became man enough to actually want to do something about it and actually be the father that she wants me to be and I want to be for her sake.

Before you speak about what will inhibit me from winning this match Emily Sanchez, you should find a way how to overcome the darkness that you're trapped in instead of being a pathetic child trying to pretend that you know the horrors of this world like it's a simple concept to fathom. It bothers me a bit when people try to act like they know on a subject and present it as facts which in reality they literally know nothing about it but yet they want to present it as facts and believe in them. This to me is an evil act within itself that leads human being astray and corrupts their hearts, it's like a concept of the blind leading the blind. Emily, you know nothing of me or where I come from, all you know is that I have a daughter and I'm trying to do what I can to be a just man and give her the life that she deserves it. But other than that what do you truly know? Do you know anything about who I was before the person that you see before you that's doing whatever he can to enact his revenge on a person that wronged him? Do you even bother to research the man that has claimed that he isn't a good person and that he considers himself an evil being himself? Apparently, you do not which it isn't surprising that you can freely speak of things about me with such confidence because you yourself are blinded by fear. I can tell that you're scared of the darkness and the evil that consumes you. I can imagine when you were taken that you were raped, pimped out, beaten, abused and probably other things that have happened to you that you would love to forget. But all the while all of this has been happening you probably had your hopes that someone would come and rescue you. What has gotten you through each horrific day is that hope that someone would finally find you and take you away from this horrible nightmare. Deep down inside I know for a fact that you wish you could just put this in the back of your mind so you no longer have to deal with the trauma that you had to endure for a very long time. It may become apparent to you that while you were waiting and hoping someone would come to your rescue, you probably realize the most unfathomable thing has broken your spirit and all the hope that was in you died.

You probably realize with today's technology there would have been some footage or sighting of the person that has kidnapped you and took you away from your parents and the safe haven known as your home. It wouldn't be too hard for someone to send out an amber alert to notify people in the surrounding states or cities to be on the look out for a girl of your description so people would try to return you back home to your parents that love and care for you so much. But the thing is you've been missing for about a year now and yet no one couldn't find you. You can argue that maybe that no has even tried to find you to return you to your parents. You can even say that maybe your parents didn't even care for you in the first place and in your head, you tried to rationalize it by them not being aware of the darkness that surrounds them. But in reality, they probably knew the risk of letting you out on your own without any supervision in hopes that someone would actually take you away because deep down inside they just don't want you anymore. If they truly loved you and care for you Emily they would spend sleepless nights trying to get you back home but as you have probably found out that human beings are selfish in nature. It's something that I don't hide and I can say that I have done this before with my own daughter since I have chosen drugs and the vices of this world over the well being of my own blood. It tells you how corrupt and evil human beings are. They are willing to satisfy their own needs above the needs of anyone else including their own children or spouses. Let's face the reality of humans in general Emily, you may know it or you may refuse to accept it but in the grand scheme of things you were just a bother to them and you didn't truly matter. If anything you should be grateful to the person that whisk you away from your home so you wouldn't have to see your friends and family again. The person that took you has shown you the truth behind your existence in your old life and gave you a new purpose, a new reason for you to live. It's sad to say but this better suits you compared to whatever life you were living before.

But before I get too carried away I will say this Emily, the difference between you and I or anyone else that you may have come into contact in comparison to me is that I have accepted the evils of this world. I know the darkness within my heart too well and I know that I'm not a good man and I'm far from a righteous one at that. I know my faults and my short comings and despite all of that I do what I can to become a better person. In cases like these, I know what's fueling me now isn't my daughter or the fact that I want to give her a better life. In fact, that's the last thing on my mind when I enter this match because this is for myself and myself alone since I'm on a warpath of vengeance and destruction of one man. I understand myself and also the nature of humans which is why I'm not phased by your words or even take you seriously for that matter. You claim that every one of us is going into this match facing our own fears in hopes that those fears will cripple us and that you and your little friend you speak of will come in and prey on those fears. Which is a good strategy and all but the thing is that you didn't anticipate you face a man like me because even though I won't go as far to say that I fear nothing, it's more of the opposite? I'm afraid of this world and the evil that inhabits it that the thing that sets me apart is that I don't let that fear control me. So if that's your leverage Emily that you think you and your friend has on me then you're in for a very rude awakening come Friday. Maybe you were just better off remaining in the darkness because you're going to be greeted with more disappointment because you're going to let your friend down and this fear that you're harping about will be your undoing.

Dynasty Promo 1: Scraping The Bottom And Hitting Gold.

The camera opens on the strange sight of Pizza Boy sitting on a crate, half-lit by daylight pouring through a window overhead. What's more surreal about this scene is the fact that Pizza Boy is decked out in old black ring boots and black trunks, exposing his pasty and usually covered legs to the light of day for what appears to be the first time in a long time.  His knees look scraped, his shins look bruised, and his body heaves with tired painful breaths.

"What a time to live in Scott.  I wont deny you're a worthy competitor.  If anyone deserves the chance to take this title away from me, it's the man that's consecutively come out on top against me every time we've crossed paths.  Don't get me wrong, I love getting into the ring with men like Jamie O'Hara and tearing the house down, and I have an undying ire for the likes of Drake, Jones...and I forget the other guy's name, but you were always the true test of my capabilities as a competitor.  It's not because you're as good in-ring as Jamie, nor is it because you travel in packs like the others.  The thing with you Scott is that you're a manipulator of men.  You've manipulated Sebastian Monroe into giving you this shot because he thinks you're the one to put me down.  You've manipulated countless  others into being a road block between us in the past.  You've even manipulated me into questioning the loyalty of others.  You're a politician Scott.  Not a king who wills his druthers with brute force and heavy arms, but a worm tongued lobbyist who knows how to move others like chess pieces in order to get what he wants.  You play your pawns and predict the next move of your opponent expertly ten times out of ten.  You're very good at getting into people's heads in a way that most dream about, ways that an Eclipse Deimos would revel, and it's because you're not obvious about it.  You're not some cultist nut in a flowery shirt, and you're not some blood sucker bureaucrat in a suit and tie.    If anything, you barely hold a physical form that words can be traced back to.  You're like smoke through a keyhole, like the echo of an echo.  Up 'til recently this Manchurian method has served you well, but it seems like every single time you get where you think you want to be, which is in the ring one on one ready to prove you're 'The Man', you come up short don't you?  Once the checker board's cleared of all it's pawns and rooks, and all that's left is a black bishop and a white knight, you're attitude is checked and you're tumbled on your back."

PB pulls his knees up to his chest and lays down on his side, curled up on top of the crate as he stares into the camera and yawns.

"This got me thinking Scott: I've never faced you one on one.  We've been in Cash in the Vault matches, we've been in tag matches, and you always came out the other end on top, but you and I have never cleared the board and went maneuver for maneuver.  Despite your size advantage, despite your strength, despite your ungodly reach and unparalleled athleticism, I think I have the edge out on you going into this match.  You see, I came into Dynasty as the man.  I'm no longer the tormented and chased white knight, I'm no pawn in your game of wits.  I'm the king, and while I'm still giving chase, there's no denying that I'm the most important piece on the field.  The endgame of Dynasty depends on me, and when put up a mere black bishop that's spent it's entire career trying to compensate when it didn't have to, I've got the game on lock down.  The sad truth is that you should be champion Scott, but you keep manipulating other pieces until you're the only piece left to manipulate, and you get into your own head because you think you're not good enough.  You are, and you always have been, at least as an athlete you are but that's not what you choose to rely on.  You choose to rely on that hunk of meat between your shoulders that you call a brain and you continue to paint yourself into the same corner over and over again.  The flaw in your method is your own nature, and your nature is one of a politician and not a king.  Tiberius Jones willed himself to be a champion, Jamie O'Hara willed himself into a position of nobility.  Lannister and Vendetta built a throne from their enemies carcasses.  Me? I used good old fashioned hard work and determination to push my way through to the top twice.  You, Oasis?  You're no pauper rising up against the odds.  You're no saint-sinner gutter punk out to make the world eat it's words.  You're not even nobility trying to capture a throne through megalomania and brutality.  You're just a voice with a body attached to it, and while it's a million dollar body, it's the only body that the voice doesn't have any faith in controlling or steering toward a victory.  You're out of moves Bobby Fischer."

PB yawns and slaps his lips together as his eyes begin to flutter shut.

"Check...mate."

As the final vowel in his sentence begins to turn into the nasally buzz of sleep apnea, a wolf's head pops up into frame.  It walks toward PB asleep on the crate and stares down at him, tilting it's head like a curious puppy.  The wolf hood falls back to reveal Rhea Dire Wolf looking on with innocent big eyes as she creeps over Pizza Boy's prone sleeping body.  She hovers over him sweetly before her doe eyed expression turns to a scowl and a her hand shoots up and slaps him on the back of the head.  PB stirs, his eyes rolled back in his head as he lifts up half-conscious.

Rhea Dire Wolf: Get up lazy bones! We're not done training!

PB: OW! What the hell happened to the sweet little cherub faced girl who used to have a crush on me?!

Rhea Dire Wolf: She met other boys in town.  Fertility introduced me.  She says you're a, how'd she put it? 'generous 4', whatever that means.

PB: Yeah, I bet she introduced you to 'boys in town.'

Rhea Dire Wolf: She did! They had nice, pretty,long hair and gigantic-

PB: Whoa! Whoa whoa.

Rhea Dire Wolf:...muscles.  What? What'd you think I was going to say?

PB: Did these guys happen to be standing on the street corner in cowboy hats and opened shirts?

Rhea Dire Wolf: Hey yeah! Do you know them?

PB: Lucky guess.

Not understanding why, Rhea slaps PB over the head once again.  PB visibly shakes the cobwebs out as Rhea cutely storms off camera mumbling something about 'six months in a crate and two more in a warehouse'.  PB  re-acclimates himself with his surroundings, then looks over his own body.  He grimaces at the sight of his black trunks and dusty boots.  As if to confirm his fear of a living nightmare, Fertility Lynch appears out of the shadows with a crooked smile on her face.

Fertility Lynch: It's not a dream.  You're getting your ass handed to you by a teen aged girl in a warehouse.

Lynch grabs one of PB's arms and tries to pull him to his feet, but is met only with dead weight and exhausted grunts.

PB: Ugh...

Fertility Lynch: You need this.  You need to train.  You know as well as I do that no matter what hollow words you or Scott put out there that you need to be in pique physical shape and ready for whatever loops he throws at you in that ring.

PB: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Lynch lets go and watches PB fall back on his ass in a non-plus manner.  She studies the tired and battered Pizza Boy.  After a moment of gears turning in her head, she sits down next to him playfully on the crate.  Still groggy, PB leans over with his elbows on his knees and self-consciously stares at his warn in training boots.

Fertility Lynch: This is what starting at the bottom looks like in this business.  You wear nondescript hand-me-down attire, you get no pads or tape, you rough it in some seedy environment and get stretched by old men and little girls that are way more experienced than you: You get humbled.  I figured some minimum wage work horse would be used to the world kicking his ass.

PB: No one could be used to this.

Fertility Lynch: We agreed that's what you needed in order to be successful.  You need to be knocked down a few pegs and realize that you truly know nothing about how to wrestle or survive, and you don't.

PB: I know, but these back bump drills are killing me.

Fertility Lynch: It's the safest way to fall.

PB: It ain't parkour.  

Fertility Lynch: Do you know parkour?

PB: No.

Fertility Lynch: Exactly, but now you know how to fall on your ass without getting a concussion every time.  Be grateful.  Every martial arts has a form of controlled falling.  Every fighting discipline has a way of going down without dying.  This is the easiest one to learn.  It's also the most barbaric and painful, but it's a way.

PB: How do you know?

Fertility Lynch: Because I know every fighting discipline known to man. Duh...

PB cocks a doubtful eyebrow and gives Lynch the side eye, only to be met with the same blank expression of a cold and smiling reptile.

PB: I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or braggadocios.  

Fertility Lynch: Can't it be both?

PB: I really hope not.

Fertility Lynch: Get that shovel butt of yours back in that ring and you wont have to find out.

PB: OK, OK.  Easy on the shovel butt talk around Rhea OK? And keep her away from the docks.

Fertility Lynch: Andrew, she's eighteen.  Get over it kid.

PB: That's my sentiment exactly.  She doesn't need to be mixing it up with some gigolo in a half-shirt.  She's a kid.

Fertility Lynch: Agreed, but only as long as she's not cavorting with a wannabe gigolo with a half-shift whose also a kid, but not kid enough for a jury to take his side.  Deal?

Pizza Boy hangs his head in defeat. Defiance flashes in his eyes momentarily, before he lets his eyes wander to the feral girl running ropes off-camera.  He turns back to Lynch who sits with her arms crossed.  He outstretches a hand toward her.  She looks at it with bemusement.

PB: You know, for a hooker assassin you certainly are one to cast dispersion on what's lawful.  

Lynch rolls her eyes and pushes Pizza Boy off of the crate.  She playfully throws a kick toward him as he makes a beeline toward the ring.  Lynch takes a long sigh and stares ahead, still grinning to herself.

Fertility Lynch: A young boy as a champion...huh...thought I'd seen everything.

Lynch lets out a chuckle, but it's immediately cut off by the sound of bone cracking.  Even the jaded hit woman winces as she watches the unseen sparring just off-camera.  She regains her cold blooded demeanor as PB audibly screams for help and Rhea giggles in a kiddish manner.  The camera fades to black on Fertility's gruesome grin as her lips purse and her teeth flash with a laugh.

LABEL – “Are you afraid?”
 
Flood lights kick on, shining into the camera lens to blind the viewer until they’re tilted back on the face of a small child strapped to a wooden chair. Her eyes are deep brown, her blonde hair unkempt. A piece of duct tape is placed over her mouth. Her eyes follow a man who moves behind the camera, rounding out into the shot as he becomes a silhouette to the lights. He looms over her and rips the tape away before returning to his position. The girl begins to sob quietly before her attention is gripped by the man.
 
“You know what to do, little girl. Read. It’ll all be over soon.”
 
My name is Emily Sanchez. I have been missing from the Clay County, Texas area since November 6^th, 2016. I have a mother and a father and a baby brother. I go to school and play hide and seek with my friends. I miss them dearly. I miss them every day, no matter how well He takes care of me. Nearly a year ago, I was taken from the corner on my street waiting for my school bus to come pick me up. Nobody heard me when I screamed. Nobody listened when I called for help. This is your chance to listen—this is your chance to hear my cry for help. Please listen.
 
There is a shuffling of cards behind the camera. The girl looks on and then focuses her eyes back past the camera. She continues reading.
 
Over the last several weeks, Sebastian Monroe has been warned of a darkness daring to fall across his head—but it wasn’t just his head at stake. Do you know why He was given an opportunity in this match? It’s because Sebastian knows that he has failed me already. He ignored his opportunity to help me when he was given a chance. He let fear strike his tongue and keep him silent. He didn’t say a word or lift a finger for weeks even though he knew I was in trouble. Now he’s trying to make amends. Did you see his face the first time he watched these tapes? He knew that I was right when I spoke of his fears—when I talked about ignoring them because we’re all powerless to them. Let me reiterate: when you were a child like me, I’m sure you feared something evil lurking around you. Maybe you were afraid of monsters under your bed. Maybe you were terrified of any stranger that looked at you a little too long. Maybe you dreaded birthday parties with clowns because you knew they’d find their way into your nightmares the moment you laid your head down on your pillow that night. Or maybe, like Sebastian, you were afraid of the dark and did whatever you could to try to cope. You see, nobody—especially not those who want to present themselves as powerful—want to admit to the fears that they hold closest to their hearts. You count your sheep or you turn on your night-light or you avoid eye contact with the things that scare you, but you don’t dare admit to anyone that you still fear it. You ignore these fears even when they’re around perpetually—do you really think that the darkness goes away? It doesn’t. This is the problem with the world that we live in today—and each of you should listen to this because had someone heard this before, maybe I wouldn’t be here. We ignore the evil that exists around us and pretend that it isn’t there so that we remain strong. There are children being kept as slaves in basements and cages. There are women being plucked off the streets at night to be forced into foul acts. There are abusers that manage sports teams for students and then go home to beat their spouses. There are crooks. There are cowards. There are monsters out there. But in our minds, we tell ourselves that they aren’t close. Maybe that evil exists, but not around here, we tell ourselves. So we let our attention slip; we let loose on our grasp of those that we love and allow them to be taken from us. Do you realize how easily I was taken from my home? My mother and father left me alone on the corner one morning because they ignored the evil. But they learned something very important that morning: evil does exist. No matter how much you ignore it, evil will always exist. And it is so much closer than you may believe.
 
“So much closer. So much closer.”
 
He is coming to this company to remind you all that darkness does exist—that your fears should be heeded to. The four men who will enter this match next weekend will be forced to confront the embodiment of their fears whether they admit to them or not. He can already see what He hates when he hears what each of you are about. He can sense that you have been reckless and selfish, and thus have put the helpless like me at risk. You would think that each of you would have someone to hold onto enough to understand what’s at stake here—what really could be lost if you don’t hold them closer to you. Ryan, you speak as if the things you’ve done since returning to this company are for your daughter—that getting clean and straightened out was all in honor of her. But it isn’t. You aren’t attempting to be an inspiration for her; you’re looking to position yourself best. This has always been about you and your vengeance, the same vengeance that will eventually blind you if it hasn’t already. You have become so disenchanted by your own shortcomings that you’ve become disillusioned. Let me ask you, Ryan: have you ever sat at your daughter’s bedside and told her fairytales like the one that you tell your peers? Does she rest easier hearing about the fantastical—about the conquerors who somehow were able to walk along a perfectly laid path to slay the beast at the end of it? You’re so focused on getting your hands on Zack Crash that you not only lose sight of your little girl, but you lose sight of the men who stand in front of you. This is the root of your failure, Ryan. This is what makes your daughter so vulnerable. You don’t have your eyes on her. You don’t have your eyes on us. You have your eyes on someone who could frankly be done away with easily. Your fixation will cost you the things that you so desperately want us to believe matter to you. But what bothers Him most is that you’re not the only one who is so fixated on your own desires and upholding your carefully constructed image that you ignore the recklessness that puts others in danger. Darkane is no different. Khamsin is no different. These men disguise their cowardice as ruggedness—Darkane even so much as completely abandoning any semblance of selflessness for the sake of alcohol. This man has ignored the evils around him so much that he has been consumed by them. He’s ignored that he’s been hindered by his cruxes. He’s ignored that he hasn’t done anything that he’s wished to do here, and he covers it up by bragging about almost getting to the point he’d wish to be. And Khamsin, he’s twisted his story a hundred different ways to make it seem like he’s done something noble by going against his family’s wishes. He passed on the honor of defending the weak and decided, instead, to work for his own personal gain. These men pretend that they’ve positioned themselves to achieve something great, but all they’ve done is proven how little they care about people like me.
 
These men have each ignored, in their own way, the evil that looms over them. Some may cover up their fear with fixation, others with substance abuse, others with lies, but then there are the most pathetic of the few: those who meet fear with lightheartedness. Do you see how Target Smiles has handled this situation? He has forgotten that darkness will reveal himself in just a matter of days. He has repressed the fear that’s boiling inside of him even as it gets closer and closer to bubbling over and spill out from his mouth. He says that he doesn’t care. He makes his jokes and shows his humor. He miscounts the number of opponents. But no matter how lighthearted his speech may have been, it’s clear that Target has the first bitter taste of that nervousness as he waits—as he clenches his eyes shut and pretends that their isn’t a fifth man in this match that’s coming. Maybe this will all go away by morning, he tells himself. Maybe this is all just a bad dream. It isn’t. This is the reality that will press down on your shoulders and break your spine. No matter how much you clench your eyelids. No matter how many times you spin your lies in your head. No matter where you fix your brain. You will see that when your skull is opened, He’ll be there. He’ll always be there.
 
“Good girl. You’re almost done. Don’t disappoint me.”
 
Do not make the same mistake as Sebastian and so many others have made in the past. Face your fear or be forced to face it. I was taken as a sacrifice to save so many other little girls and boys who weren’t cared for properly. Because of me, so many mothers and fathers will hold their children closer to them. They won’t trust the world outside their windows. They’ll face the fears that they’ve repressed for so long. You will never be able to conquer evil. You must stay away. Please. Please, each of you, don’t ignore this warning. He’s already here. He’s always been here.
 
The girl closes her eyes and tries to take deep breaths but is visibly shaking as the captor behind the camera drops the cards to the floor, picking the camera up and taking it over to her face. He brushes his thumb against he bare cheek, moving her hair behind her ear while she continues to breathe. He comforts her in an almost mocking way. The girl begins to open her eyes, quickly looking above the camera at the man holding it before fixing her eyes to the lens instead.
 
“Twenty seconds. Don’t waste my time.”
 
If anyone’s listening, please help me. I miss my home. I miss my bed. I’m losing hope. I just want to go home already. I don’t like it here. I don’t like it! Please help me. Please, please, please help me. Tell me that you’re on your way. Please Mommy. Please Daddy. Please help me. I’m so scared. I’m going to die here. I’m going to—
   
The tape ends.

A blaze of glory..

I was put to the ultimate test, over five years removed from one on one action with the first bout back being against one of the biggest stars this federation has to offer and I could not have asked for anything better. Aside from these burns and scars, I walked away from Midsu-- Dia Del Diablo with a few things, I walked away with the victory for one, but I also walked away with.. assurance. No not self assurance from previous doubts that I had about my abilities, there was never any of that, but I walked away with assurance from the fans, critics, and naysayers. These people now know that this CM Banks run is not a nostalgia act, it's not a sideshow feel good story, and it's not for play. This is real life, the real deal, this is what I created EAW for and this is what I came back to EAW for and that is to indulge in WAR against the best of the very best. Ladies and gentlemen.. Nasir Moore is indeed one of the very best. Now I am not just saying this to prop myself up because I defeated him, but I am saying this because I finally see what the hype is about, I stood toe to toe in that ring with him surrounded by steel and fire.. he brought the fight to me and I returned the favor. It was a back and forth bout that was guaranteed to get ugly and BOY did it. Not only did I get introduced up close and personal to those flames courtesy of Nasir himself, I got introduced to this modern era as well. Now I know that it isn't all hype and all talk, Nasir is the real deal indeed, but it was simply going to take more than being good to defeat an icon on his A-Game. But that is not taking anything away from you Nas, you proved your worth and you represented not only yourself but this whole company and all of the guys in the back who have become stars in my absence.. you proved my curiosity to have been worth it. That is why I will continue this quest to seek the best of the best, face men I never have before, make dream matches come true.. not because I have anything left to prove, but because I have a thirst for competition that yearns to be quenched. But now the million dollar question is this.. where do we go from here? Shit I don't know.. right now I just want to get myself healed up before going any further, actually fuck that, I'll fight through the pain and keep pushing, ready for the next obstacle to overcome, the next challenge to take on, and walk out... victorious.  Come Showdown, my next challenge awaits.. whomever that person may be, just know you'll be in for the fight of your life. You may think that coming out to face me at this time would be your best shot considering the grueling match I participated in at Dia Del Diablo but understand this, I am like no other man. A match that was as graphic as it was, sure it may appear that CM Banks walked out with less of his limbs and health than he walked in with, but these conditions are nothing new to CM Banks. Do not make the mistake of thinking that I am in a vulnerable position to be taken advantage of thus securing an easy victory for yourself, I promise you that it will not end well for you if that is your game plan. I mean after all, these kind of matches are what was once a staple in EAW's identity.. you know with it being the land of Extreme and all. 

I have been through countless wars in my career, some extreme some pure fights and I must say that this is up there with the best of them. Nasir pushed me to the limit and I wouldn't have wanted it any different, and now the show must go on. I never thought I'd enjoy this lifestyle again, I never thought I'd be back to where it all started simply for fun and not for any ulterior motive or business obligation. I never thought that I would care to face anybody in a match again, and I never thought that I would end up feeling that I need to prove myself again. But even as someone with a solidified legacy, you still hear the whispers, the gossip, the what-if scenarios, the hindsight revisionist history and you just can't help but get that itch back. The itch to show that a man of my caliber, from the era where I made a name for myself in can not only just be a legend in that era, but in this one as well. Putting to rest any doubts of my abilities anyone who was never around to witness me had, and showing exactly why I get the praise that I do. I'm more than just a measly old founder, before founding this company I was nothing more than a fighting rookie scratching and clawing my way to make a name for myself.. emphasis on fighting. I said fuck a rule book and did it my way, I created a platform to not only showcase my talents, but for other overlooked more deserving wrestlers and the rest of the industry followed suit. I shook the very foundation of this industry and anything that you thought was the norm became obsolete. As far as anybody who had a problem with how I handled things went.. well we settled those disputes it in the RING. I wasn't just some business man in a suit sitting behind a desk cashing checks and giving orders, I was in the field with the rest of them not only making my name known as an authority figure, but as a wrestler. That proved to be true as years went by and I didn't have said position anymore and was still able to have the biggest year of my career in 2010. Now here we are in 2017 and it is no different, I am still a fighter and I will continue proving to this new generation just what the hype is about. Isn't it ironic? Me wanting to see what the hype is about these modern day stars, while at the same time wanting to prove what the hype is about myself. It's an interesting scenario, people these days get into sports debates about who the greatest is, Jordan or Lebron while never seeing or knowing anything about Jordan but a highlight tape and hearsay. It's hard to come to a conclusion about someone you never witnessed yourself live in the flesh unless you want to go back and watch hours of film to come to a conclusion and even that is against lesser competition. Just imagine if Michael Jordan was able to turn back the clock, still be in the best shape of his life, and make a comeback in this era.. well there's no need to imagine because it is happening right before your very eyes on Showdown. As long as the opportunity presents itself I will continue doing what I do, and that is winning.

Cute. That's the word that sums it up nicely when I think of you Target Smiles. I find it quite endearing that you're blessed to have the attitude and outlook that you have on the world and this company. I remember when I first started out being proud of the fact that I knew that the moment I made an appearance whether it be the media or even my own entrance that I know that the fans are on my side and have their faith in me. I actually miss that feeling which makes me envious of you to a certain extent smiles. When I close my eyes and think of your name, all I can think of is pure joy and happiness and I feel like I can live in a carefree world which will help me fall asleep at night. But Smiles here's the thing about this world and I'm speaking from my own experiences that this world is a piece of shit and life is hard as shit and it becomes those things if you let it. I can give you the advice in not letting the gifts you have and take them for granted and remember how fickle humans truly are because it may be just as easy to get the fans and everyone to get behind you and believe in you and your cause. But just as easy to get people to rally behind you and jump onto social media to defend you from everyone that may be against and what not it's just that easy to lose all of that support within a blink of an eye young man. I can vouch for that with my own experiences I had with my entire life and I've said this numerous times in the past that I'm not a good person and I've taken acceptance to that. Just an hour ago when I addressed you along with the other guys that the thing that is keeping me going right now is my own hatred for one man that is currently the Hardcore Champion. It's that alone more than anything else at the moment is what's breathing life into my body and into my soul that's screaming at me to get up and fight whoever stands in my in getting to that man. At first Smiles, I told myself that I'm trying not to take this as personally as I set out to do since you're not the cause of my own downfalls in the past which is still clinging onto me like a leech. But when I hear the exuberant within your voice and in your body language it's reminiscent of child when he's blessed with ignorance to the world and what can cause it to be a shitty place or better yet when a child first wakes up to Christmas Day with glee and hope within his eyes and in his soul. That imagery within itself is what comes to mind when I think of you Target Smiles and with that being said it's just that harder for me to take you out in the back and put the bullet through your head and put you down long enough for me to claim victory within this match. I understand where you're coming from Target Smiles because it's like what I mentioned earlier that this to you is just another opportunity to become a champion and here I am making it more than just that. Part of me doesn't want to put the bullet through your head and welcome you to the grim reality of this match because I'm on a warpath because of the sins of one man and the wrong that he has done to me and I'm out for blood. Unfortunately, your blood along with everyone else involved in this match or is planning to get in my way will be nothing more than collateral damage because of one man's own cowardice.

But if only we could've met in a different time we could probably just get into this match just leaving it out there on the line and gain each other's respect not only as men but as competitors because at the end of the day we are just two guys just chasing our dreams to become a champion within this company. If we would have met at that time of my life then I know for a fact that we would put asses in seats and give people the satisfaction of spending their hard earned money to see a good fight between two guys that want to become a champion. But unfortunately, it's not the case because that moment in my life has been buried in the dirt a long time ago. When I look at you Target Smiles you remind me of my innocence, the innocence that has been corrupted by the vices of this world and back then I was too naive and too weak to do anything about the demons on this planet to take control of me which would eventually be the thing that killed myself and my career. Now you see me trying to repent for all the sins I have committed and trying to do what's right for me and also what's right for my little girl at home that as of this moment doesn't want anything to do with me because of the man that I once was. It hurts me to say this but she's among of the people that have lost faith in me and she doesn't expect me to stay long within this company. She's been exposed to the man I once was and expects the tendencies that I make back then because in her head she thinks I'm going to retire at any moment and find out that this is too tough for me. She has it in her mind that I'm a coward and that I'm going to turn my back on my dream which unfortunately she's going to think if I can't hang in here for my dream then I won't hang with her when she needs me the most. It's a bitter pill to swallow and think of when your child and her mother thinks of you as trash and doesn't think you'll ever amount to anything more than just trash. Which is why I can't falter when times get tough because I have to do what it takes to not only survive but to when so I can change the public opinion and be blessed once again to have people buy into me like they did before. I want to be blessed enough to have people cheer for me and be on my side and have faith in me once again because once I win the respect of the fans, I know I'm on the right path to gain the respect of my child and her mother as well and prove to them that I can change and because I stuck it out throughout the adversities that plagued my life. I'm willing to go far and beyond for my child's sake so I can give her the father that she deserves and ultimately give her the best damn life ever!

BUT! Despite that being the reason why I'm giving my career another chance and what's keeping me going in a general sense. It isn't the thing that is motivating me to win this match Smiles. You see, I take you mentioning my daughter as a slap to the face and a sign of disrespect young man. I'm going to teach you a very unforgettable lesson in respect when I meet you in the ring because just as you disrespected me by mentioning my daughter. It erases any sense of hesitation in beating you down like you stole something from me out of my mind. I won't feel bad when I start breaking down your body and leave you battered, bruised and broken when everything is all said and over with. Once I'm finished with you Smiles, you're going to wake up from a daze and wonder to yourself when you see yourself in a hospital recovering from your injuries to what has happened to you and why you're on life support being unable to move! You will then come to regain your memory and realize the fatal error to your downfall is when you decided to stand to a tiger and pull on his tail and spit in his face in the face and challenge his pride! You see I've painted out your future when you stand before me in that ring because you're going to get yourself hurt. You won't be talking about how long you've managed to compete in this match or how well you performed because the only thing that will be stuck in your mind is the memory of how badly I whooped your ass and how Ryan Savage ran through you and left you with nothing but broken and shattered aspirations of becoming a champion and those smiling faces will be replaced by awe and shocked on how badly you've lost to Ryan Savage!

Dia Del Diablo. The big event for Showdown this week where the Openweight Championship was put on the line against Maero. Representing Dynasty second and the Sanatorium first Maero was up against the big, bad Ryan Marx who Target Smiles has gone on record beating. This was an opportunity granted to Dynasty thanks to me that was handed to Maero so the Sanatorium and Maero could come up short and fail. They took my opportunity and they squandered it. But me, I won my match this week. I won my match and now I am facing three competitors, once again, for another opportunity. And as little as I care about the Hardcore Championship I know that the Smiling Faces that will be in attendance want to see the Nomadic Enigma, their favorite Wandering Warrior show Khamsin, Ryan Savage and Darkane that they cannot outcompete Target Smiles.

Now Darkane in recent history has beaten me. Coming off of Pain For Pride I was a mess. My mind was going in all different directions and some say it still is. But who has beaten me since? Target Smiles is on his comeback baby. Even though Darkane was able to drag me down when I was tossing and turning through the gutter trying to find my motivation after letting down my brand, my fans, and myself; I walked into arenas after that loss to a burning fire. A fire deep in the hearts and the souls of every Smiling Face in the place! Darkane you have shown me that you can prey and kick a man when he is down but this Friday night on Dynasty what you will have to prove to me is that you can take on a man prepared to remind the world why he cannot be beaten by just any old bum off the streets with two fists and an attitude.

I have proven throughout my time here in EAW that these fans have my back no matter what because they trust in me to be as good as I can be. However, since day one I have struggled to gain the respect of my peers in EAW. I'm sure that as I speak some of my opponents and other onlookers from the locker room are rolling their eyes as I speak because they do not share that same trust in me. But if you take a look at a man like Ryan Savage he is struggling a bit differently. While I have an army of Smiling Faces behind me from the moment "i" hits their ears... they don't seem to know how to feel when Ryan Savage comes out. I come out to the ring each week knowing who I'm fighting for and that's where me and Savage seem to relate because while I have a chorus of people who worked hard to come out and see me compete on the level only I can, Ryan Savage has a little girl at home that he can't disappoint. I may keep my personal life to myself most times but I'll take this moment to say I have no children, that may actually be for the best depending on how you look at it. But in this situation that means I can't understand what it's like to have a little girl at home watching me hoping her daddy wins so he can provide her a better life and maybe even have the pressure of needing to make her proud. I can't imagine the level of shame that must come from losing knowing that my child is at home cheering me on, and I'm sorry that Ryan Savage is going to have to experience that shame when he steps in the ring with me. Target Smiles, as I have proclaimed before is a competitor through and through and part of competing is the fact that sometimes you have to put personal feelings aside and do whatever it takes to win and that includes crushing lil Miss Savage's dreams of her daddy facing Zack Crash for the Hardcore Championship. 

But before we do that, let's have round of applause for Khamsin who made his way into this match by beating the guy I beat last week. I guess Khamsin has done alright for himself since signing with EAW, though nothing has really caught my attention. That may make him more of a threat, another newcomer looking for a Target to aim at that will elevate one's self to the next level but unfortunately that doesn't happen when you face Target Smiles. 

On Friday night, when the four of us meet in that ring, the only name that will be on the mind of that crowd will be mine. As I hear those people scream my name until their voices give out all that will be on my mind is how important it is for me to come out of that match on top. What will I need to do to show the world that Target Smiles is in fact the Finest Competitor EAW has to offer! For those reasons, and those reasons only, I will win.

A soul will always naturally seek a comfort zone, whether that be knowingly or not.

And I know you both find solace in attaining small victories in this company but my plans are much more substantial than that. What I seek goes beyond avenging my pride against former significant others or atoning the curse of the rookie, for my intent is to create the significant moments and then capitalize on them. I am not so arrogant to create moments where I find myself too distant to capitalize but am confident enough to paint my character in ways where I come out looking like the entity that you want to support at all costs. That is a tactic that has transcended over generations and something not many competitors, especially the lot of you loons have been able to pick up on. The Heart Break Gal on one hand is centralizing her strategy on making herself look more 'cool' in terms compared to the other elitists in the match by sticking to the same lame pick off slanders. Whilst Rex McAllister on the other hand is focused on proving his worth and instilling his name on some gold by limiting the merit of his success to just the past few weeks. I would be inclined to say that the masks you two have decided to go undercover and hide for this bout are unique but we all know that is far from the truth. Your masks are prospectively as tame as your in ring performance at Dia Del Diablo this weekend and I suppose that is not too much of your fault considering the fact that you two have been as equally flimsy opponents in the recent past. Whereas such raw personal insults were perhaps enough to get by, I fear my wall has not been as easy to break down. I do not falter to being called a single minded individual that is weak or someone who just takes the pieces of the puzzle as they are handed to him because such claims all become a bit baseless when it becomes a matter of actually competing inside the ring. Someone who is merely a single minded individual that is weak would not survive all the verbal and physical abuse of both stringent superiors and crowds in different divisions and prevail as the top elitist in all of them. And someone who was just taking the piece of the puzzles as they were handed to him would not be an existing force in every top tier match that he has competed in, regardless of the result. These attempts are valiant efforts to produce a very mediocre version of me without absolutely any merit but if you still choose to walk down this pathway, then I have nothing more to dissuade your mind - I am content with playing mock games with you for as long as it takes because it will only create that you two will not be able to handle when you come across the real King. When the moments matter, there is no better authority to rely on than the man who is going to take this company by roar once again.

There is virtue in both your honest and dishonest ways. I feel it is the riddle that divides the roster from seemingly being someone who wishes to win through legal value from someone who does not care as much and is willing to go to any level to guarantee their level of success. I have played on both of your teams and find myself as an advocate of neither of those ideals because I feel it ultimately limits the enhancing of my mindset. I see things as they are and act by whatever virtue is fundamental to keep myself in the match for the longer measure. It may sound a bit like the militant attitude to do whatever it takes to get it done but can also preclude not engaging in such naive behavior with my opponent who is going to extreme lengths to guarantee his victory. I am uncompromising at all ends and will not resort myself to a fight on a playing field that an opponent wants because I know that comfort zone is something he wants. In keeping myself on this edge albeit patiently, I am able to calculate the movements and psyche of all my opponents ultimately hindering them. So much has been said and done of my attempt to revitalize my name and keep myself relevance in everyone's eyes. In a way, surely that is factual. There came a point in my career where I became more a nostalgia point than someone capable of producing current moments as it did with you The Heart Break Gal. And then I did something similar to what you did, I came back and kept on winning to the point where they just had to admit that I am thoroughly fitting for fighting in the limelight. The only difference between that approach you took and the approach I am taking is that you decided to hinder yourself by diminishing yourself as a force of two instead of going for what you want. I am certain in your mind that you believe you were doing the right thing but in hindsight, you wasted valuable time and inelastic talent on something that you ultimately ended up getting rid of anyways. You tend to call me out for becoming the pitiful one who lost his identity in search for a greater throne but fail to realize that you were long a victim to the own cruelty of your words long before. You may be trying to toughen it out by forging victories through blood of opponents and titles you should have taken down a long time ago and succeeded in attaining but there is no more moment for you. All of that is over and I am rightfully taking back what is mine through any means necessary, whether that be through being awarded a place at the table or begrudging for it myself as I have so often done in my career. Whereas Rex McAllister's kind always has been and will always be looked over their whole career due to the mere fact that there is no edging catalyst that keeps them driving to the most elite championships in this company. You have risen through your own arrogant means Rex McAllister but will find that playing such games at an gilt-edged level is something you have yet to learn - this will become far too evident for you very soon. Both my competitors, The Heart Break Gal and Rex McAllister have dealt enough ammunition but will find that the target they thought they were aiming at this whole time is a completely changed elitist from who they are usually used to seeing. 

One right move, two right moves.. and a soaring elitist will once again become a heroic Emir overnight - that much will be proven true by this weekends end.

Cunning tactics. It's what The Consigliere is known for. 

Because everything you know is your best weapon. 

I am often told how I love to twist someone's arm just to get what I demand. I am a loyal comrade and a positive-thinking friend, but the very second I see you as an enemy, I will be the most cruel and wicked person you ever encounter. I get told how I sneak into opportunities so effortlessly when I want to and snatch them away from another person's hands, especially when they least expect, I often get told how I never play the muscles game but rely on strategy, quick-thinking, and the sharpness of my movement to intervene when necessary and attack when they're at their weakest. Strength and movements are easy to control when you're in the wrestling ring, but the challenge is to put more work on setting them astray as you make them doubt everything they believe in and once they're stumbling over their feet uncertain of their fate, you will see when you gauge the situation that you have already won before the match even begun. 

A year ago, I stood in the ring as the record-breaking four-time Vixens Champion. Two years ago, I stood on the same spot as a Unified Tag Team Champion living through the longest reign of them all. When no one dares to question your approach as they have questioned others and all you have done is to focus on your individual goals and strive for greatness that other self-pitying disgraceful "wrestlers" only imagine, you have to think to yourself -- maybe I'm doing something right. Maybe the reason I always progress is because I always focus on what the best direction it is to take... no one has the same mindset as I and their struggling braincells cannot comprehend how I operate and how it's so easy for me to put down opponents who dare to call me their prey, and that what's make them frustrated. So frustrated that they end up running around in circles after two years in their career with no gain, and nothing to be proud of but an empty trophy shelf with nothing but participation ribbons in it, while I collect a plethora of gold and silver and diamonds, ensuring that the collection that I worked so hard for are forever etched in stone, remembered by those who have witnessed my path to supremacy. It's never about how many kicks landed on my opponents' throats, or how many punches I threw on their faces, it's always about what those punches meant and what they did to allow me to take a step forward. It's very simple, if you really think about it. If you know that you're in danger of being burnt, never stay close to the wildfire. But these incompetent, insignificant neanderthals take very long to achieve their path to glory because they tend take the jagged road and make life complicated. For what? For shock value? For their families to tap their shoulders and tell them they did a good job, when it felt like they never tried at all? Place a them in a Championship match where all they have to do is prove that they are worthy of being called a Champion and somehow, someway, they find a way to let it slip through their fingers and squander what little chance they had. Rex McAllister is the victim of the same circumstance. He believes that he's a unique being capable of reaching for the stars, as he cries to the world how mean The Heart Break Gal is being, hurting his feelings, while he stares at me with that dull look on his eyes and calls my insults sophomoric because he is incapable of actually addressing them without sounding like a complete imbecile. If you don't speak like him, or talk on his monotonous robotic level, he will never understand your points, and when you do... well, he still doesn't fucking understand any of it! He insists to be trapped in his drug-induced world where all the words in the dictionary are jumbled up to fit his own meaning! He is that much of a fucking moron that he needs to put on a fedora and a monocle just to be taken seriously by the crowd because he doesn't want to make them think that even he doesn't possess anything that resembles knowledge as he rags on about topics that he couldn't understand himself. Is this what the world has come to? 

I challenge for the EAW Championship because it's what I swore I would do. Even a year ago when I was on Empire assisting those soul-sucking pigs in the "OG Vixens", my heart is still with the original goal because I know to myself that it is attainable. And I swore to myself that the moment I find the opportunity to shatter the glass that divides me from the main brands, I will take the leap the very first chance I got. And that is exactly what I did. I did not go all this way, jumping from one brand to another just to waste time letting Championship shots like this vanish to thin air. I already let it happen the first time against Lannister and Y2Impact, and we can say that was just a rigged event where my loss meant more to the man who stood by me for a long time than any win achieved. I understand completely the gravity of the situation and why this match means the world to the three of us, but I am not going to be that person who has had too many chances she finds herself at the end of the line digging for scraps hoping to find her piece of gold. I am not Rex McAllister. I am not Devan Dubian. I am not Cameron Ella Ava. And I am especially not Y2Impact. I never sit still and wait for gold to fall on my hands, I never imitate another person's actions hoping the same rules would apply to me, and I don't make excuses for my losses and setbacks. I move forward and create an even bigger path forcing everyone else to make way as I cross the finish line. So if I have to go through every single person in this godforsaken company just to get my right to the World Championship, then without hesitation, I will get it done. By all means necessary, I will achieve it. The waiting game doesn't interest me, and I never believed in doing what's fair if it doesn't benefit me. So go on, Rex McAllister... Tell me how much you thrive for success while defending the new breeds, as if that would rattle me. Tell me how badly you'll defeat me, as if I didn't have a fight to give. Because I can assure at this point that anything you say that discrediting everything that i have pushed for will bite you back as I make you realize that you truly are facing the devil that will snatch away what little chance you thought you had winning this match. 

You had me believe that you actually had something up your sleeve, Devan, but it seems you're too focused on taking out your insecurities and troubles on Rex. Hmph, I thought we were friends! Where's the back-up plan? Where's the wild card? What was this big reckoning that I should be watching out for? I suppose when you're a miserable coward who just hides among the murmurs of the crowd, there really no words left to say anymore. Were you too busy asking for validation and acceptance from your adulating fans? Were you too caught up in giving them a pep talk and begging them to cheer for you just to prove that you're still loved and that they're still entertained by your mediocre performance? Or have you already realized that you mean nothing to them anymore as they line up to get the autograph of the next big star of Showdown while you sit at the back questioning if anybody still wants you to be Champion? So many questions run through my mind, but I suppose I'm past the point of being curious where you've been. All I know is that you have abandoned your original thought because you know you couldn't put me in my place no matter how much you claim you know me. You're nothing but empty words. You're nothing but attempts. And these descriptions have never failed to define you based on the journey you took in this company, and they will continue to do so until you're on the brink of retirement. 

I'd be lying to myself if I told you that facing you didn't give me a dose of nostalgia from when we were a team, and that allows me the unfortunate nature of making comparisons. What pisses me off about this is how much it changed you. Believe me, I am the first promoter of the ability to adapt, evolve and change based on the circumstances. Through years of working in this company, I know that EAW is a game of numbers, and to get results, you will have to keep up with the new approach of the amateurs, and the development of the legends that makes them unstoppable... all at the same time. But I also know how to determine if change makes a person better or if it ends up putting them in a worse position, and the latter is exactly what I have observed from you. One fond memory I had from back in 2012 was when you were so determined to win that you didn't care when nobody else thought the same. To quote, you would say that the bigger the crowd is in disbelief, the higher you would leap, and that was something that I found truly admirable that for once someone didn't sicken me to my stomach with their intolerable gargling that they have the nerve to call "threats". I understand that you mentioned that you didn't fly as high anymore, but this change from a leaper to a grappler just plainly took you to the ground, motioning like a worm with no purpose but to be stepped on or consumed like a prey. You lost your wings and it made you into a lifeless version of yourself that appears different but is the same as everyone else, aiming for royalty, looking to be king... King of what, Devan? The King of all Elitists? The King of Champions? The King of England? The King in the North? Deep down you know that way too many people are aiming for the same goal and they fail more often than succeed. And you're there squeezing in between hoping to find your place, forcing the crowd to remember your name instead of your work doing the deed for you. I just wish you finally found satisfaction staying on the ground... Because really, Devan, who am I to try to lift you up? You're the former World Champion after all, you should know better.

From being that Vixen who started as a small-time performer. 

To the Vixen that learned the ropes to becoming Champion.

To the Elitist on her way to her biggest goal. 

Changes have come to this company, and I continue to evolve with it... but one thing is sure to stay the same -- that The Heart Break Gal will always be a name to be feared with a legacy to be remembered.

And at Dia del Diablo... That promise is what I intend to keep more than ever. 

What can I honestly say about Jamie O’Hara that I haven’t already said before? Granted, the last two times we faced, I’ve lost both times, but it’s not that I can’t beat him, but simply because I don’t want to. While Jamie is distinctly targeting me because I’m a simply on NEO and because I’m simply the New Breed Champion, that I am not a worthy opponent for his time. Well, sure, you can say that, but as far as I can tell, as the New Breed Champion, pulling double duty on both Voltage and NEO actually only further proves that I am simply the hardest working son of a bitch to roam these so called “halls.”
 
Alas, I do not take working on NEO as an insult. I do not take being the New Breed Champion as one either. I’ve said it before and over and over that I know for a fact that I am better than that, but I do what I have to do, not because I need to, but because I want to. I am here to nurture and promote and be there every step of the way to help it grow and develop as a division that most people wouldn’t even bat an eye for unless there was someone there will to be there to save it. I won’t speak on Jamie’s behalf, but I wouldn’t be surprised if everything he does to be a world champ is all selfish and ego for his own pride and arrogance. Sure, I talk a big game and it has even gotten to the point that people label me as “arrogance personified” but I just choose to speak louder than others, where there is an old saying. “Beware of the quiet ones” Being quiet doesn’t make you humble, you either are quiet because you have nothing to say or you have something to hide. And I, Moongoose McQueen, always has something to add to the conversation and I never have to lie.
 
So when I say “I don’t want to beat Jamie O’Hara,” I mean it sincerely from the bottom of my heart, as the type of guy I am, I thrive off the opportunity to work with people that can feed off my energy and use it. I rather face someone that is on par and can motivate me to compete, and while a long long time ago, there was something about Jamie O’Hara that once convinced me he could be that man, that magic is gone, and first impressions are proven to be wrong once again. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t detract from the fact that Jamie O’Hara is world champion. He has the skill in the ring to keep up with the best. But all and all, he just doesn’t interest me. I just don’t get IT. I mean, here I am, rather than talking to Jamie O’Hara directly, I’m right here explaining myself as to why I simply do not care for him. This man is talking to me as a low tier champion and talent, and you’d think, man, Moongoose is going to be pissed off that he’s going there, but yet here I am, saying to the camera, “World, look at me, I’m not talking to Jamie, I’m talking to you instead, because I really don’t want to waste my time looking or even talking to him.” Don’t make eye-contact with him, look at me, I’m talking here. Because deep down, I really kind of hope that if I ignore him long enough, he’ll take the hint and go away, because for the love of all that is good and holy, Jamie O’Hara is still a disappointment to me.
 
I get it, you all have questions. Jamie O’Hara is the current world champion and he is hailed as one of the best New Breed Champion to ever carry the belt, and he has some of the best matches in EAW this past year. But maybe what people don’t get is, I know Jamie O’Hara a little more than most people do. After all, Cameron and I are very good friends, and she speak really highly of Jamie. And you may think, maybe it has a lot more to do with jealousy, but far from it. I mean, look at me. I got the hair, the look, the name, I got it all. But Jamie and I are pretty much polar opposites whereas I don’t believe we have anything in common at all other than the fact we like Cameron, and I will ultimately admit that I put up with Jamie because of her. But I just hate him. I hate his look, I hate his styles, I hate the things he likes. I hate the fact he prefers the strong style of wrestling where I prefer the more traditional aspect. He prefers to play and cool and silent, where I prefer to be more outspoken and flashy. And quite frankly, I don’t want to downplay myself just to play the game his way.
 
If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve known about Jamie and Cameron long before the first match we had. And if I recall the circumstances of the first match where I was “hired” by Lucian Black to take him on, I remember why I accepted that match.  I also remember distinctively why I gave him the plans to the arena to attack Xavier Williams. It was all simply a means help Cameron, because she felt Jamie needed a challenge and a push to get to the right direction. And what can I say? He disappointed me when he didn’t follow up on the first time I helped him, and that was step 1 in the downward spiral of hate I had for him. And while I can say after beating me, and getting back in his groove, he did go on to beat Lucian and win the world title, I did my job and all, I still don’t care for him. Then when I faced him a second time when he was the world champ, I recall going into that match not really caring for it either. It was just a means to make Jamie look like a capable world champ, and I remember, Cameron told me, do go too crazy on him. And no, I didn’t. So if people are still wondering, why does Moongoose McQueen, after too loses doesn’t take Jamie O’Hara seriously? Well, Ignorance is bliss, and I know too damn much about Jamie that at this point, I much rather distant myself from him.
 
Yet I don’t get why on such a big roster with 3 different brands, would we end up on the same show again. What were the chances of that? But moving on. So the irony in all this is, Jamie O’Hara is saying he doesn’t want to face me, simply because I’m not in the same championship league as him and that I’m on NEO. Well, here I am saying, that Jamie, even though you are the world champion, I don’t even want to face you. You don’t excite me. You don’t make my blood boil. You don’t make me want to shatter your knees. I just don’t care for you as a man, and no title is ever going to change that. I’m talking about Jamie O’Hara. Not the World Champion. Not Cameron Ella Ava’s boyfriend. Jamie O’Hara, this is all you. And nothing in the world is going to fix that.
 
Unfortunately, Jamie I think the most interesting about you when you were a Champion was when you were feuding with Xavier Williams. And with that over, I really don’t see, or truth be told, want to see you face anyone else, because you don’t really do much to generate the hype. I get it, it’s not in you to feel like you need to generate hype, but you can’t blame me then if I say “you lost me.”  We’ve had this talk before, you are a wrestler first, yada yada yada. Blech. And I really REALLY want to see you prove to me otherwise, but I’ve long given up on you. At this point, my sentiment for this 3^rd match is, “Sigh, Again?” And obviously, when you put Jamie O’Hara vs Moongoose McQueen on the card, Cameron comes running to me wanting to talk about it, and I play along. I pretend I like you and that I think Cameron doesn’t need to do better. Yet, the odd thing about it was, this conversation was different. It’s interesting what a world title match can do to someone that is extremely competitive. Rather than it being, “Go easy on him Goosey. Keep it clean and nice.” It was more like, “Sweep the leg and kick dirt in his face. Rip that beard off!” And I’m like “Wow!” This is different.
 
First of all, I’m very happy for Cameron, and I can honestly say, the world title scene on Voltage has been invigorated by the addition of my friend as the new number one contender for that title. She absolutely deserves it, and I feel free to just say, I hope she beats the crap out of you, Jamie. I hope that every morning, you wake up next to her and see her holding that world title and rub it in your face. And most importantly of all, I hope that the loss to her would make you more interesting and compelling again to gain my interest. But let me continue on with the conversation Cam and I had this week. You might not like the sound of it. But boy, she is really going to gun for your head now. You might think it will be fun and games, but I would strong advise against that. I’ve known her for quite some time, and quite frankly, she is one of the nicest people I know and really only acts the way she does, because what can we say, we know what the people want to see. But heart to heart, she wanted me to beat you this week. It wasn’t the same ole same old “I believe in you Moongoose. You can do it!” It was “I want Jamie O’Hara to suffer til the very end.” And yeah, you’re probably thinking, no, this isn’t true, it’s all just a joke for Moongoose to get inside my head. But look deep inside, Jamie, and you know this to be the truth, and as I said, I don’t have the anticipation or will at this point to mess with you.
 
Point being to what I said at first. Jamie, it’s never been that I couldn’t beat you. It was simply because I don’t want to. I’m only as good if I’m really feeling it, and you and I, we got nothing. No chemistry. We’re like oil and water. But the first two times we’ve faced, I took you on because Cameron said you needed the help. Because at the end of the day, I am a lean mean motivation machine and I can help anything bring their game to the table. And not everyone can do this, aka, you. And the sad truth is, if I’m going to beat you this Friday, nah, not even beat you probably. Probably more along her own words of making you suffer, it’s going to be because she ask me too, and come on. You seem to know me so well as a mercenary, you really think I was going to turn this job down? You didn’t think it would be that easy, did ya?
 

This shall be my mission. I will make you suffer. I will stop at nothing! I will leave no stone unturned! I will climb the highest mountain, explore every island, search every cave! I will question every man, woman and animal! Fight a bear if I have to! I’ll wear shorts! I’ll milk a fish! I’ll shave a baby! Climb a rainbow! No, that would be ridiculous. But I will lick an owl! I will wrestle a senior citizen in jello! I’ll kick a crab in the face! And I’ll steal a watch from a ghost! I’ll eat a beard! I’ll marinate a plumber! And when they write about me in history books, they will say, “He did what had to be done because Moongoose McQueen is a great friend." Cameron, this one is for you.