Dynasty - Promo 1

Truth be told, Pain for Pride wasn’t exactly the start I wanted. Being new to this company, I wasn’t expecting to go out and win that match. The born champion and winner inside of me aimed to win that match, but I wasn’t expected to win it by anybody. Most people expected me to be eliminated far earlier than I did. I exceed the expectations of a large amount of people. I might not have won the match but I shut a lot of people up and impressed a lot of people. I think people might think twice about doubting me after my performance in that match. Scott Diamond was somebody that ran his mouth a lot before that match. He told me how I didn’t have the right to tell him what to do as he happened to join Elite Answers Wrestling before I did. As I predicted, it obviously meant absolutely nothing and he was eliminated after less than a minute. Scott Diamond was embarrassed and I absolutely loved it. It made me incredibly happy to see him struggle like that. After the way he attempted to belittle me and make me look foolish, it turned out that he was the one that had egg on his face. Poor Scott Diamond, oh how the mighty fall. He ran his mouth and he was punished for it. I hope that serves as a lesson to him and to others. Don’t ever run your mouth with the arrogance that Scott Diamond did, it will never ever turn out well for you.

Welcome to Dynasty, Khamsin. You have the absolute pleasure of being my first victim since joining the Dynasty roster. From my knowledge, this will also be your first ever weekly show match in Elite Answers Wrestling. I personally don’t pay much attention to those joining at the same time as me as I don’t really see you as competition. I thought that anybody who came to EAW at the same time would have left by now after seeing their competition. I congratulate you on lasting this long, Khamsin. It’s a real shame that I am going to have to be the one that ends your EAW career, especially this early into it. You haven’t even had the chance to achieve anything yet and you have to face someone as talented as I this early? I sympathize with your pain and suffering. I wish that I didn’t have to do it to you, it truly is a real shame that I need to do it. You know that I don’t want to end your career but I simply do not have a choice. It’s in my blood as a winner, I need to do every single thing that I can to win this match. I’ll be honest with you here, that involves cheating, it involves playing dirty and it involves pain for you. I talked before the match at Pain for Pride about making a strong first impression. This is my first chance to make a strong first impression on Dynasty. I made a solid impression at Pain for Pride, I put in a strong showing but I didn’t win. This match I need to win. I need to win this match to show everyone exactly what I am made of. I need to win this match to impress the higher ups in Elite Answers Wrestling. I need to win this match to show that I am better than you. I need to win this match and I will win this match. I am a confident man you see, Khamsin. I know that I am going to win this match. I know that I am better than you. However, I am not an idiot. I may be confident but I’m not cocky. I’m not foolish and I know that you’re a threat. Irrespective of your lack of talent, anyone in this business is a threat. Anybody can beat anybody on their day and I have to be alert. Complacency isn’t a word in a dictionary at my house. I will not slip up and give you an opportunity to win this match. There’s no way that you’re winning this match due to your ability. The only way that you win this match is if I have an off day and don’t perform to the standards that I have set for myself. Simply put, I don’t see a chance in hell of that happening. I’m not someone that has an off day. I’m not someone that doesn’t perform to a high standard every single week. I perform at my very best every single time I step into that ring. Can you say you do that, Khamsin? I really doubt it.

I brought a certain level of verbal assault towards my opponents at Pain for Pride. I know that you feared getting that same verbal assault, Khamsin. I am, of course, going to bring it towards you. I am going to put the difference between you and I in simple terms. Terms that even a small mind like yours will understand. I know that you’re from Egypt, so I will put it in modern Egyptian political terms. I am Hosni Mubarak and you are an Egyptian peasant. You know how Hosni Mubarak treated pathetic Egyptian people like yourself. He reigned with an iron fist over peasants like you and that’s exactly what I am going to do. I am going to unleash a terror like you’ve never ever seen before, just like he did. He was also incredibly wealthy and lived the high live while you disgusting civilians struggled to make ends meet. That’s very similar to how I live compared to you. Does it offend you that I talk about such a dark period in Egypt’s history with such a relaxed attitude? Does it upset you that I have such a lackadaisical tone while talking about such a serious topic? I’ll be honest with you here, I don’t give a fuck. It disgusts me that I have to face people like you. A man of my high class should not have to step into the same ring as the unwashed masses. I don’t even want to imagine the germs and bacteria that you are covered in. Do you even look after yourself? I’ll threaten you right now, Khamsin. Stay away from my ring gear, stay away from my jewellery. It’s worth more than your entire life. This is just the start for Theodore Hilfiger. Trust the process.

You couldn’t have just handed me the championship? Instead we have a tournament featuring 7 other men who can’t beat me and won’t be me. Seriously we don’t have to go through this, it should have just been handed to me but no of course not it can never be that easy not for Chris Elite. Now we are going to see a tournament where I run through untouched with no losses a tournament that’s going to be just as boring as these past NBA Finals where everyone knows who the winner is going to be but for some reason they’ll put their money on someone else just because of pure hate.  You know I get a lot of that so they’ll put their money on a guy like Amadues because his name sounds cool knowing damn well when we step in the ring together sure it’ll be a good match but at the end of the day Chris Elite in 5.  5 minutes that is.  Now who is my opponent this week on my very first episode as a member of the Voltage brand…? El Ironico, you guys just want me to win this tournament don’t you? I see you Kenny Drake I have nothing against you I see what you’re doing.  That middle aged foot worshipper DDD wouldn’t hand me the title and wouldn’t let you hand me it either so you set up possibly the easiest tournament either which is just like giving me the title.  Well I hope that was the point because that’s the only thing that makes sense. A top draft pick in me Chris Elite versus El Ironico someone who wasn’t even drafted on the show. No one probably really wanted him on either show but Kenny Drake being the nice guy he is picked him up just to feed him to Chris Elite. There’s not much to say about this match, I mean I can state the obvious and point out the fact this match isn’t going to be much work for me but that’s going to be over used a lot in this tournament by the looks of my “Competition” so I’m just going to be the bigger person and wish my opponent good luck he’s going to need it more than I am. Make sure you do lots of training, take your vitamins, drink your milk and still lose to Chris Elite.
 

I am going to make a message out of you and send it to the rest of the Voltage roster. This is Season 11 I hope everyone enjoyed their times on top during season 10. I hope everyone got to do what they wanted during season 10, because as long as I’m on Voltage there will be no fun unless you’re name is Chris Elite or Big Mike, there will be no success if you’re name isn’t Chris Elite or Big Mike.  Jamie I hope what you said on the social media feed is right. I hope you keep that title warm for me because after I take this Interwire championship, I’m going to take you’re championship too. I’m going to take everything and if it comes to everyone that you all hold dearly to your hearts and them I’m going to sit on top of a thrown I should have been on long ago.  Take this how you want, whether you take me seriously or not is none of my concern just don’t be mad when you hear me saying the words “I told you so” in a video loop until someone steps up to the plate and does something about it.

I'm not like other legends.

Most legends retire and then come back for a quick run based off of nostalgia hype. They either fail or barely pick up a win at the big event they returned for, quickly realizing that their time has passed them up and then vanish back to irrelevancy.. virtually quitting while they're ahead. Most legends don't come back for a while if at all, let alone the very next show.. looking for more competition in a completely different era from the one they once dominated in. But incase anybody hasn't quite gotten the gist of how things work over here, I'm not like the rest. The fact of the matter is that I did not come back for a cute heartwarming Pain for Pride moment alongside a fellow pioneer, I didn't come back for nostalgia purposes nor did I come back to make friends. I came back for competition, often times you hear names being brought up comparing men from different eras, it happens in sports frequently.. the constant Jordan vs Lebron debate. Or the classic "could this modern day player survive in the old league where the rules were way less strict?", in other words.. could any modern day star last in an era of Extreme? Don't get me wrong though, this isn't a bitter old man talking about "back in my day", I'm not here to debate eras or hate on a new generation. At the end of the day though, I've seen the who's who of modern day EAW, I've seen countless people I've never stepped in the ring with get propped up to be some type of all time great.. some would even debate.. greater than me. It's the simple case of me being out of action for so long and the majority of the federation basically being a generation of men and women who weren't around to see me at my best and basically going off of hearsay rather than seeing for themselves CM Banks in the flesh, in all his glory. That's why I'm here to give it to them. Pain for Pride wasn't satisfying, I came back for a war.. little did I know that war was going to be taking place internally amongst my opponents. I instead ended up against a dysfunctional team who had two members basically walk out and hand us the match on a silver platter. Although we would have won regardless, it's not a win that I can say proves my worth, nor is it a win I can be proud of and hang my hat on. It was the quintessential "old timer gets off easy" win.. I can't go out like that. I won't go out like that. This is where the EAW Draft comes to play, it gives me the opportunity to not only land in a situation where I can finally have some real competition, preferably against some of these new names I've heard so much about over the years, but it also gives me the opportunity to knock on that competition's door, the ball is in their court to answer now. Speaking of the draft though, I found myself having a little friendly chatter with one of EAW's brightest young talents. It was nice to get acquainted with you Nasir, it's just a shame you found yourself on Dynasty before we really got to know one another, consider yourself fortunate. A little before that situation occurred, I found myself back on a brand that I've pretty much frequented throughout my career, Showdown. I have a lot of history in this brand, I won my first World Heavyweight Championship on this brand, I won the New Breed Championship on this brand, I formed the greatest stable in EAW history on this brand, I won WHC of the year on this brand. It's safe to say that the bulk of my career success has happened on Showdown, so it's only right to return to a place where I pretty much cemented my in ring legacy. The problem is that all of those accomplishments I named were seven years ago, thats a pretty long time. Granted I've been retired for the past half decade, but it's time to add to that resume now. I'm not expecting to just come out of nowhere and find myself in world title situations, having them handed to me on a silver platter simply because of who I am. I have been selfless my whole career, and when it came down to accomplishing anything I always EARNED it.. and that is what I will continue to do. How will I go about doing such a thing in this day and age might you ask? Simple.. running through any and everybody this era has to offer who is considered a top dog. The debates over the years, the all time rankings, the criticism, the fantasy scenarios all come to an end in 2017. I'm back, I'm on Showdown, and I wish a motherfucker would. Hopefully that wish comes true next Showdown, I can't wait to see who the first in way over their head wrestler will be to accept my challenge is, you're going to be nothing short of a sacrificial lamb. It's one thing to judge someone based off of film and highlights, it's one thing to judge someone off of watching them live, it's a totally different dynamic actually being in the ring with that person standing face to face with them. You realize that this isn't a "what if" scenario, this isn't a video game.. its not the so called all-knowing "experts" and "analysts" controlling my abilities.. it is me in the flesh. The is the man who isn't defined by an era, only man who can take a half decade off and come back even better than before. But I'm done talking about it, I have no desire to convince anybody through my words about how good I am, actions speak louder than words. Is CM Banks a washed legend who hid behind his partners at PFP and had an easy win against a dysfunctional team thus making it easy for somebody to make a name off of him by defeating him? Or is CM Banks still intimidating even to a new era of stars who has bickered over the years about how they could take on the old guard only for them to not be able find their balls when the time comes for them to cash that check they wrote in the moment of truth? I guess we're going to find out this Showdown.

 
 
 

 
You know what people say? They say that Target Smiles is losing his momentum. They say that the hype is dying down and that Target Smiles isn’t as resilient as he used to be or as tough as he used to be but I know and we all know that Target Smiles is still the best. The best on Dynasty, the best in EAW, and the best in the world. I just have to prove it is all. That’s it, I just need to, uh I need…



People looked at Pain For Pride and said that Target Smiles wasn’t good enough. That I wrote a check with my mouth that I couldn’t cash in the ring. We all know I can beat Ryan Marx. Are you joking? I’ve beaten him before, Pain For Pride was just lucky on his end. It was all just luck and that was all. I had Tarah Nova and Solomon Caine beat easy but Ryan Marx had to play his little tricks. He had to grab weapons and resort to violence while me I was being the competitor. I was competing because I’m the best at competing, it says so on my ID, “Best competitor.” But Ryan Marx didn’t want to compete, he just wanted to be all dominant and destructive. Target Smiles doesn’t want that. Target Smiles plays by the rules, and he wins because he’s just that good, or at least I should be!


But now it’s a new day in EAW. Season 11. The draft was this week, it was all fun and games mixing everything up having a ball. But Target Smiles wasn’t apart of the draft, no because he was in contention at Pain For Pride for the Openweight Championship, representing his brand, where he should have won!

 
Now we have Darkane coming over from Showdown in a match with The Target Smiles. Target Smiles who is the man that Dynasty wasn’t willing to put on the line, the man Dynasty couldn’t afford to lose because if I went to some other brand let’s face it, it’s only a matter of time before I am the undisputedly biggest thing in this company with how I’ve been going and Dynasty can’t afford to let anyone else have that! So what does Showdown send my way? Another one of its ruthless, sadistic, demented, monsters. Which apparently on Showdown that’s all you need to succeed. Just go around beating people up and then pin’em? Is that what you do Darkane? Is that your plan of action? Because that’s not how it works here on Dynasty, the home of your’s truly.
 

You see Darkane. *smack* Here on Dynasty *smack* if you want to win it’s not enough *smack* to just beat *smack* on your opponent. You need to be *smack* the better man. You need *SMACK* to be able *SMACK* to hang *SMACK* with TARGET *SMACK* SMILES! *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
 
 
Darkane. I don’t care what you did over on Showdown, because this is my show you’re on now. This isn’t some feel good Pain For Pride moment where the least stoppable force in the company is toppled by some no name joke of a competitor. This is Dynasty, where world titles change hands after bloody battles of showing who is the better man, and notice how Jamie O’Hara had to beat Xavier Williams within an inch of that poor man’s life to retain his championship while weeks prior I put Xavier away by being the better competitor. Target Smiles pinned Xavier Williams in the middle of the ring faster than Jamie O’Hara did! Now you get to face Target Smiles in North Carolina. You get to face the guy who’s been in this gym training since… uhm… what time is it? You know what, it doesn’t matter how long I’ve been here because I don’t ever have to leave. I can be in here til Friday, I don’t care, then when Dynasty comes I’ll be so strong and so fast and so unstoppable, you won’t even know what hit you… but uh, first I think I’m going to go lay down for a few minutes or hours or days. But when I come back it will be back to preparing to show you, Darkane, what separates Dynasty from that.. Other show, Voltage or Empire or wherever you’re from… I am Target Smiles and I… am very very tired right now.
 

Moda Center in Portland, Oregon 
Target: Ryan Lecavalier 
2200 hours July 1, 2017 

Coming to Elite Answers Wrestling was a growing process for me. Initially of course, I didn't wish to be here, I wished to serve in the most elite military in the world, their discipline honed, their formations relentless. I trained with the best, and I was the best. The Scottish Lightning, some argue I should be called the Scottish Thunder, however considering light travels faster than sound, such a consideration can be detained. I cause damage before others could even consider such a situation in their minds, a visionary of the sky. My dream ended, and I fell into a state of depression. I'd wake up within my satin sheets, and just blankly stare at four walls for the entire day, wasting 24 hours worth of time, doing very little to nothing. I'd have the same cereal, with out of date milk, for I didn't have the effort to pull on a coat and walk myself to the shop. I'd sit down, wipe my forearm across my face, and watch the same television shows over and over, I wouldn't be lying if I stated I've watched the majority of the Netflix library, I could recite to you each and every Family Guy episode word for word, sentence for sentence. I had nobody to comfort me, nobody to check on my mental soundness, I should have bought a dog, perhaps a Labrador or an equally energetic breed, it would have brought me into reality and kept me physically fit, and active too. It was the same cycle, day in and day out, somewhat similar to the military, but you didn't have your friends to associate with, you didn't have your jets to fly, your blueprints to master, your wage to spend on a night out. Being a female in a male dominated environment is tough, but being the best, it is far tougher. People become envious of your talents, they lust for your skills, yet would rather take what you have than ask for it politely. I was shot out of the sky, and left to pull my own parachute, heal my own wounds and find my way back into the world. Wrestling initially I did on the side, be it on breaks from the flight school, or in university, it didn't cost too much and people said I had a certain look about me, I was told I'd thrive in the industry but such comments I dusted off my shoulders. I had aspirations to accomplish, dreams to achieve, I had the potential to lead brilliance, when I was in the military, wrestling seemed so small, it certainly did not feel like a second option, like a saviour. But it was. Elite Answers Wrestling, more specifically, saved my life. It pulled me from the darkest hole I have ever found myself within. Resurrected my well being, and more importantly gave me a fresh start. I have found myself on a new road, and someday that road will transition into an airfield, into a strip, and I'll be able to grasp my wings, fulfil my dreams, and become the Scottish Lightning once more. 

I'm not the most qualified wrestler on the planet, I'm no Aria Jaxon, or Madison Kaline, but I have enough compassion and drive to believe I'll be elevated to those heights once day. I wish to reach the peak within this promotion, establish a new altitude for wrestlers like me to pilot at. The wind of change is blowing throughout Thursday Night Empire, I can feel the breeze tickling the back of my neck, flowing through the strands of my hair. The forces are laying out a new path for Tasha McFadden to take off, and that starts with Ryan Lecavalier. I've done my research, she's only been with the company for a short amount of time such as myself, she dominated her first match, but at Pain For Pride she accomplished very little. Perhaps I should phrase it with a little more optimism, considering that thirty three other people shared the ring with her, judging her wrestling ability on achieving little in the 24/7 Battle Royal, it would be crude. If only we as humans could have wings, we'd be able to perch on the top turnbuckle, and simply drift away when trouble accelerated towards us. You should know a little about the wind of change, Ryan, you've had quite the turbulent career, your altitudes have differed, you've lavished in unforgettable peaks and nosedived into the cold, harsh ground. Your last name says it all, right, I've heard of your family, you're a third generation wrestler for crying out loud. But it won't be enough, you may know of the wind of change, however such shall not guide you to victory, I have momentum within my wings, whilst you're still licking your wounds from Pain For Pride. Such speed behind me will push me beyond your technician style, above your grounded game, and the aerial angel will guide herself to victory within her first competitive match. I have places to be, I'm storing fuel, and reviving my career for the betterment of myself. I have many critics to prove wrong, and many championships to acclaim to, If I wish to become the most brilliant high flyer this generation has ever laid eyes upon. Ryan Lecavalier, I'm sure you have places to be too, you have a family name to live up to, a legacy to effectuate to. It must be difficult having so much pressure balanced upon your shoulders, how ever will you break free of these shackles, and take off into the sky. Tasha McFadden has arrived on Empire, and she plans on making this brand airborne. So strap in, or don't, I'd prefer the latter, and witness the angel of death in action, prepare to be amazed and stunned, to feel a whole plethora of emotions, for my victory over Ryan Lecavalier will begin my wrestling career with approval, and perhaps one day, I'll have my head in the clouds once more.

“Caecus infurmux, maranax pallex. Appipulaix gero shay reverso nou-shan eo cruo lokemundux.”

The brown and sturdy, wooden grandfather clock ticks at intermittent intervals. Time is always ticking as the maggots feed upon my flesh, devouring the layers of my epidermis until nothing appears but chunks of muscle and bone. Tick…tock...tick, tick, tick….. tooooooock.  There is no rhythm as the clock clicks off key as though it was never tuned correctly; as the hollow door opens at the mouth of the face plate, only for no bird to appear, but instead a river of blood pours out like a broken faucet and the maggots make their way up the tower of wood to began eating away until nothing is left... but the remnants of wood that once told a tale of time. The sawdust settles and all that lays is pieces of ligaments and bone marrow, all left behind to rot into the ground and to be nothing more than sod for the seeds of life to be planted. Resurrections are overrated and boring. It’s much too easy to just change a name and identity rather than to live with the consequences of actions and misdeeds. For far too long I’ve ran away when the times got hard instead of placing my own two feet into the ground in order to face the demons that haunt the edges of my soul.

No matter how much of an impact is made within this hollow ring of decrepit mats, stained with the blood, sweat and tears of agonizing sacrifice; people will always forget. I was quickly forgotten about and every accomplishment I had ever achieved in Elite Answers Wrestling was erased, as if I never competed in the first place.  As much as I want to sit here and play the victim, there was no one else to blame but myself. For all the hard work that I had put in during my time on the Showdown brand as the Interwire Champion, and as I started my main event run with Dynasty, I did the one unforgivable act in EAW. I gave up… I quit like a goddamn fool as I tucked my tail in between my legs and ran away like a pussy.  And as I looked in the mirror, I was ashamed of the piece of shit that was staring back at me. A man who was unkempt with a five o’clock shadow and no desire or fire in his eyes; as I quickly ingested a cocktail of pills in order to forget the pain of living through another desolate day. As I opened my pus-filled eyes, as I wiped my mouth from the codeine-filled foam and vomit that dribbled down my cheek, there lay nothing but a mess of a man who was nothing but a shadow of his former self. On the wall above me, lay the poster of “The Mexican Millennial”, the cocky little shithead wearing the EAW Interwire Championship, who thought he had the world in his hands and every sin that laid before man.

Where had the motivation and fire gone? Why were all my contemporaries becoming World Champions? Samurai, you truly are a fucking piece of trash who deserves everything that has come to him, but it’s already too late to atone for the sins that I’ve committed and I’m far too entrenched by the Demon’s claws that are slowly dragging me down into the mouth of hell.

This is not a story about redemption and triumph.

If I’m going to burn in the eternal cesspool of fire, then I’m going to take down everyone with me because it just isn’t the same anymore. This isn’t about fame, fortune, or competition or even a World Championship, I’m already a lost soul. A ronin wandering through the empty clouds of oblivion, completely void of the emotions that made me one of the most promising talents in Elite Answers Wrestling. I don’t want you to have the wrong idea about me though, I don’t want to be lumped in with that shithouse known as the “Sanatorium”. I’m not serving a leader, I’m not doing this to serve a higher power, no… I figured my destiny in life and that was to bring everyone to hell with me and that is where Masaru Kasahara fits in.

くそくらえ!

Fear is a subjective term that comes from past trauma, and there are a lot of things I fear, both abstract and conceptual… but I don’t fear reputation. You can sit on the floor with a sick, sadistic smile on your face as you try to cleanse me with your negativity. I’ve been through worse. If you could step into the dark matter of my brain and experience the garish nightmare that encompasses my mind, you would realize that your thoughts are nothing more than a child’s imagination compared to the fleshed out reality that envelopes every circle of my cognizance. If you think that you are even close to inducing the kind of pain apparition that I’m capable of conceiving then take a step forward… I welcome you with open arms.

I’m absolutely begging you to end my life, make the suffering stop and put an end to the years of torment because until the manifestation of agony ends, I will not be able to simply cope with just defeating my opponent. I am going to make it rain with the blood of Kasahara, and I’m going to show the audience of Dynasty why negativity surrounds over me. Let’s be honest, I’ve never been a true Samurai, there is no honor code for me to follow and there is no respect for Japanese society or culture. This nameplate is nothing more than an empty shell, a remnant of the man I use to be and it’s the only thing that keeps me from reaching full insanity. It’s the last grasp as I reach my hand out just hoping that I don’t fall into the abyss below, at least, not until I’ve thrown everyone else down first. People like Jacob Senn, Lethal Consequences, Nasir Moore, Zack Crash and The Pizza Boy.

Please….kill me… I beg you to. Just kill me and get all of this over with. If not… you are going to die….

“Vorox esco maranax, marana mallex.”

This coming season simply can't come quick enough, but I guess aside from most everyone else living in the free world outside this business, I wouldn't be alone. I remember last year at this time, I had quite the same feeling, one full of all new motivations to inspire the insatiable drive I possess inside to succeed. Most don't tend put things in perspective the way I do, I've seen it enough from various different guys here whether they were upcoming main event talent caliber or guys still simply getting their feet wet, so believe me I know. Don't get me wrong, there's some, but they come far and few between. The kind of guys that can look at any situation and evaluate it, critique themselves, find problem areas, correct them, able to move forward to make it necessary to evolve. That's something I focus on constantly, evolving, because if you look around yourselves like I do, then you would notice that everything goes through changes. Everything on this Earth is in a continuous state of evolving, refining, improving, adapting, enhancing...changing. Being on this earth is not about remaining stagnant. I mean, that in a nutshell is the difference between something that is alive or dead? Death in the medical world by definition is a body that does not change, but to be alive almost by default should signify that change is going to happen regardless if you want it to or not; it then seemingly becomes second nature, but you shouldn't take it for granted. I'm not, and at this moment as the draft is going on, I can't seem to find a reason logical enough to do so. These changes are going to play vital parts in the decision that I make going forward. 

Back in December after Road to Redemption, I found myself in a similar situation. Measuring the heights of my confidence, never once wavering away from the fact that the best had yet to be known, and still even now, I feel exactly the same way. That type of change, that can't happen or take place for a while from now. It doesn't just happen in mere months, but longer. The things I did last season, all the highs and the lows, all the evolving I was able to do over the course of a years time? That was just the beginning of everything that's still to come. There's still plenty of work to be done, and my motivations will continue to keep me coming back even stronger than before. I don't have to think it when it comes to these types of things, because deep down I know these are the decisions I will make now that ultimately will play a factor in the ones I make later that will play integral parts in how I evolve even more, even as good as last season proved to be. So as good as last season was, I'm ready to put it away and move on. Let's take that leap of faith, see where it takes me.

Well, as I decided to post this tonight, I've now found out that I will be returning to the only brand I've ever known in Elite Answers Wrestling. So even as "change" is the point of topic here, that happens to be one change I'm happy to say didn't happen. I'm beyond excited! I'm elated, I'm literally doing flips inside. Secretly, it was my hope to remain on Showdown, because I've got unfinished business in my mind. I know what I lost at Pain For Pride, and believe me, in that moment I was angered that I let myself down, all my claims went poof just like that. It was disappointing, but I throw that experience in with the rest, and learn from it. But for now, I'm going to let all this moment set in, reflect some more later, and gear up and ready myself for the new season. Gonna be lots of changes...changes for the better, and I'm sincerely blessed to be a part of it all. See ya all there.

(OOC: I swear I posted this before the deadline. But it appears I did not. I hit send and everything. Sorry to Amadeus for this. Fuckin dicks covered in syrup harvested by a which with her twin sisters vagina that she absorbed in the womb. It's a real condition don't judge her.)


“Amadeus and I, hmm? It’s been far too long.” Maero checks the rapping over his arms. He throws a few punches in the air as he speaks. “Seems we’re both going back to our roots. Good, we’ll have to if we’re going to defeat the High Rollerz.” Maero rolls into the practice ring. He tests the ropes with his feet before cartwheeling to the nearest corner.
 
“Jack Ripley and David Davidson. A group not to be underestimated. They’ve taken care of the underestimating for us, fantastic, now we can do the fun parts. This seems like the perfect match to kick me back into gear. Let’s get started.” Maero climbs the turnbuckles and squats on top. He looks over the ring with a smile.
 
“First off, David Davidson. What a goddamn name. Your parents must’ve been either really uncreative, tired, or they hated you. I feel for you, David. One of my brothers is named Adam. Adam Adams, he got beat up a lot. Anyway, let’s move away from the obvious. There appears to be some things I need to respond to. Like your suggestion that Amadeus is forgotten. Do you think he, of all me, cares? He doesn’t need to make an impression on anyone but his opponents, and the impression he makes on them is permanent. He’s a monster of a human being, it’s only a matter of time until he forces history to accept him. If ever there was a man I’d fear it’s Amadeus, I recommend you two do the same. If you want a challenge Amadeus could do that by himself. He doesn’t really need me to beat you, but I don’t mind being icing on the cake. Now then.” Maero slowly turns to face the outside of the ring. He stands up and flips back, he lands on the ground and backs up into a roll. He jumps to his feet and moves to the ropes.
 
“Moving on. I’m back at it. Not a beat missed, I’m jumping straight into the fray. Now with new upgrades. Like some confidence and experience. I may have lost that battle, but the knowledge I gained will win me a thousand more.So, let’s put that knowledge to work right away, while it’s hot off the press.” Maero bounces off the ropes and does a faux Lobotomy to an invisible opponent. Maero jumps to his feet and walks around the ring slowly.
 
“We’re fighting two brilliant athletes to be sure. They’ve spent ages as a tag team, their bond is deep as their knowledge of this sport. Sounds like this is going to be a damn good time. Amadeus and I have something in that vein as well, brotherhood. Together we helped to forge the Sanatorium. We’re the reason that the Sanatorium is so dominant. I think our rivals Davidson and Ripley’s. Their other opponent’s connections have been dwarfed simply because of the time Davidson and Ripley have spent together. They haven’t had many people who really challenged them. But now, here we are.” Maero rolls out of the ring and cracks his knuckles.
 
“It seems there are some misconceptions on what I’ve been doing. I haven’t been lollygagging or crying, I haven’t been wallowing in shame or self pity. I’ve been resting and preparing. I’ve been refining my craft. I don’t give in that easy. Tell Amadeus whatever you want about me, he knows what to believe. See, one of you has been around me for the past year, the other one has done a quick Google search. Which do you think knows how I feel? Stir up all the shit you want, Amadeus knows how I work and I know how he works. Like I said, our bond is just as strong as yours. You’re right in one regard, the High Rollerz losing isn’t going to be one of the surprises at the draft show, that’s exactly what we all expect.” Maero swings at a punching bag. A paper crinkles under his fist, an image of David Davidson. He starts hitting the bag with various combos.
 
“I’ve got dreams pushing me forward and no patience for those in front of me. You can talk about when I lost my title, or my loss at the CITV, or whatever the hell you want. But I’ll still put on my war paint, I’ll still show up on the battlefield, and I’ll still bite. I get high on blood, and if ever there was a match that gave me that it was the CITV. I’ll be honest, I’ve got a little withdrawal going on. I’m glad you two are my rebound, that way no one else gets a shot at you first. You two have done nothing but brag and try to put us down. Who’d have thought that that’s all it takes to be a champion. You know that sound that you hear when you make someone eat their words? I’m sure you do, how else would you become champions. I can’t wait to hear your version of it. I’m sure it’ll be extra sweet considering how loud you’ve proclaimed your disdain for us.” Maero backs up and superkicks the bag. He stops it on the back swing and it slams into his chest with a thud.
 
“Amadeus, I’m ready to show you just what I’ve become. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done as well. If they want a challenge to let’s show them just that. You and are coming back from quite the fall, but we’ll stand taller than ever before. They want to break us, but they have no idea what they’re walking into. Let’s show them they’re not the only ones who can fight in pairs. With elegance and grace, we’ll sweep them off their feet. Come on Amadeus, let’s bite.” Maero elbow strikes the punching bag and walks back to the edge of the ring. He grabs a towel waiting for him on the ground and tosses it over his shoulder before returning to his punching bag.
 
“Let’s get back to something I need to get off my chest. You have no idea who you’re dealing with. You have no idea of the beast that lives in Amadeus or the devil that lives in me. Let me give you a hint on how to approach this: You’re playing with fire. We’re rapid. We’re like an animal pack, we will run you down and go for the throat. There isn’t a bit of mercy or remorse in our system, especially towards you. You’ve done nothing but pretend to have some class and call us worthless. My respect for you dwindles with every word you speak. I get that every now and again people get a big head, but I cannot sympathize with you. You have nowhere to grow into, nothing to become. You’re at your limit with nowhere to go. This is the point where you get to make a decision. Learn something new, become something new. Change and adapt. Or fester and rot while clinging to old beliefs. You can try to branch out from being insufferable pricks, or you can try and find solace in the belief that your own stagnation is proof you’re the greatest. Amadeus and I evolve. You’ll never fight us the same way again, the next time we clash we’ll be new, better men. There might not be a monster under your bed, but we’re the closest damn thing.” Maero leans into his punches and growls under his breath.
 
“I quit, hmm? That was really your first conclusion, wasn’t it? That I gave up on everyone and everything I’d promised to protect. Sorry, but no. I have more willpower than a fucking waffle. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of us, if they call us whatever you what, I’ll call myself all that shit. But don’t forget this, I don’t break my promises. We are freaks, we are outcasts, nobody ever changed the world being the same as everyone else. We dared to be different and got exactly what was expected. This bullshit about how we’re not you and that’s bad. We’ve found our home. We found each other, what makes you think I’d want to be anyone else, what makes you think I’d like to fit in? Take your social norms and shove them directly up your ass, because that’s where they seem to be coming from. Take those damn things home. We’re nothing like you and we like it that way. If that scares you, if that makes you uncomfortable, if that makes you think less of us, fine, that just makes me so much happier I’m not like you.” Static full consumes the image. When it fades away Maero’s punching a man suspended by chains and gags. Bruises and cuts cover his body as Maero continues to pound away.
 
“Believe me, I don’t know my place. I’ve always had a problem with that. See, I just don’t stay down. I just keep coming back like a zombie, or aunt Jenin who nobody likes and always tries to start a political argument at Thanksgiving. Nobody likes Trump, Jenin, you whore. Maybe this is why your husband left you!” Maero takes a deep breath. “Sorry, where was I? Right, I don’t stay down. Nothing will hold me back, no matter what fresh wounds I have. I’ve got the devil in my mind and an angel in my heart. Everything about me is conflicted, every wire in my brain crossed. I’m not afraid to bleed and neither is my brother. The Unchained and the Black Sheep coming at you full strength. So, let me ask you. Scared yet?”
 
Fade to laughter.


“Because I bite.”

Your hypocrisy aside O’Hara, I find it odd that you speak of me as if I am on the decline, as if as of late there is a great unveiling of my inability to uphold the claim of king. Once more, you even pull back to this apparent contest in the past at Reasonable Doubt, as if anyone cares about this match without stakes I lost months ago. Why are we talking about Reasonable Doubt when Pain for Pride wasn’t even a week ago? This is insanity, this would be equivalent to speaking to a MVP who just won the finals in any sport, and then attacking them for losing some blow off game during the regular season to diminish them. Imagine that, “I know you beat me during our last game where the world was watching to see who was the best, I know you just won the finals, but don’t you damn forget that in middle of those times you slipped on a banana peel during an off night facing someone else and I’m not going to let that slide!”. Just stop it O’Hara, you’re embarrassing yourself, my supremacy was legitimatized as soon as I won the EAW Championship, if it hadn’t been already. Now I’m sure you think I’m about to comb through your history and try to do the same since KOE, but the only combing I do is for my sweet afro upkeep! I don’t care what you’ve been doing since I last kicked your ass, I only care to test if this time I can leave a greater imprint of my footprint on your legacy!

Pizza Boy, neither Ares, nor Lannister, have ever pinned or made me submit. Your legendary fabrications of creating your own history and misremembering things grows tiresome to me. In fact, I pinned Ares one on one so your theory on how I can’t beat them is the furthest from air tight. The only reason Lannister and Ares became and remained champions while I was around were because they continuously evaded me was due to a corrupt general manager and due to triple threat matches, usually involving you or your partners in history getting pinned or being the ones who fall by their hand. I know what you’re thinking, but this is a triple threat match! Correct, which is why I have great lack of respect for it, if EAW truly wanted to seek out a champion of champions, they could have made this an elimination match. But I’m not going to waste too much time on that. I’m not going to waste time discussing Ares and Lannister to a great extent, like I have sour grapes.

You know why? Well for one, I’m rejuvenated as champion, no longer concerned with past slights, I even bid HRDO a kind farewell despite chokeslaming me. Most more so, because unlike you and Jamie O’Hara, Ares and Lannister deserve respect.

Now that I know what it is like to be World Champion and have royalty in your veins, I’ve come to understand that nobility must do what it takes to keep the people at bay. Because look at what happens when shady characters such as the two of you gain what should only be the divine property of greats, you get big headed knuckle draggers running around like they’re the first to create fire, you get them thinking they’re the heroes of the human race and all those around them. You two really think you’ve changed yourselves after you spent all those years hiding in caves and being chased around by beasts like me, Pizza Boy you’re still genetically the weakling I use to pick on for random Showdowns, and you O’Hara are just going to be in ANOTHER triple threat match where you can’t hang with me. You’ve lost sight of the bigger picture of things, you’ve begun to think that everything you have aren’t things people like me can take away from you at the snap of a finger, even though this is something that should be engrained in your minds. The two of you can go around calling me by old name meant for only friends and family in your disrespect, you can act like you wield some sort of respectable posture where anyone acknowledges your posing as great men, but the fact of the matter is, none of you have ever taken anything from me. But me? I took King of Elite from Jamie O’Hara when he spent the better part of the year hyping himself up to be the king and his fantasy about getting back at Lannister, when until the tournament I hadn’t even thought about it. Pizza Boy, I took your partner, I took your sanity, and made sure you’d never be a tag team champion in this company! The way I see it, when you two walk around with such bravado that convinces these people to count on you, I feel like I’m damn Matthew McConaughey in the Dark Tower trailers, who has to ask after all of it if you’ve every told them that whoever walks with you dies by my hand? The two of you have been fan favourites, men who channel the will of the people and have plenty of idiots who place the money they make for a living on the table just to see you win, and they’ve watched you fail before me, and I know it always killed them inside. And so too it shall kill everyone who believe in you now.

EAW DRAFT SHOW PROMO #1
 
{Greetings one and all!
 
Tis I…The Scribe!  Here to bring you yet another perfect message of victory and glory from the NEEEEEEEEW Champion of Hardcore…Zack Crash!
 
Tis truly a happy occasion!  A day and moment in time that shall be celebrated in the Shatter-verse for many years!  For my master’s faith in Broken Enlightenment and Lord Nero Maxwell has finally been rewarded!  For as it was predicted, my master now wears the Crown Of Hardcore!  Even now the 7 Deities continue to sing their song of pride in the name of my master’s accomplishments.  And my master is most grateful for the faith they have shown in his ability to be their avatar on this Earthly realm.  But alas, it is not all celebrations and joy.  For with any great gift there also accompanies with it great responsibility.  That responsibility is to further the prestige of the crown and pay it homage, as well as use it to spread the word of Broken Enlightenment.  Responsibilities my master gratefully accepts.  We find him attending to one such duty even now, as he is currently within the Church Of Crash, where all his past accomplishments stand enshrined as a tribute and offering to his master.  My master is currently on both his knees as he bows and prays beneath the pedestal he built to house the Hardcore belt.  But what was once too briefly empty now stands full, for the crown is now his in both spirit and in name.  After completing his vigil, he stands and turns to face the camera and greet his guests…YOU!}
 
Zack Crash:  DESTINY…I KNEW YOU’D COME!!!
 
Do you all see it now?  Do you still doubt the power of my faith and the greatness that is Broken Enlightenment?  For many a month now I was blessed with a great veeeesion that saw me standing in the midst of a glorious battlefield as I held up in the burning ray of the dawn a crown, stunning and beautiful, for all to behold.  And I placed that crown upon my head, and when I did, many a warrior did bow before me and pay me tribute.  All this, I knew, would come to pass and be done in the name of Nero Maxwell.  There were many divergences in the path, and I admit I did originally misinterpret my master’s meaning.  But I held true to my faith and belief in the greater weave of destiny, knowing that soon it would come to pass, regardless on any mortal interference.  But many of you merely scoffed and laughed at such things.  You did not have faith in the powers of Broken Enlightenment, despite my constant attempts to show you otherwise.  You did believe I was but a shall of my former self.  You placed greater faith in my lesser form, rather than my higher evolved being.  YOU FOOLS!!!  Now it is YOU who shall be made mock of!  Now it is YOU who shall eat your words of ignorance and feel queasy on the aftertaste of your own disbelief!  For it was YOU who was wrong, and ME who was right!  You were like the once faithful who had been led astray by false prophets and heretics.  You believed in the falsehoods these men and women spoke to you, thinking that I was no longer a man of greatness.  They told you that everything I had become was a signing of my deteriorating legacy, and like the mindless sheep you were, you trusted in them rather than your own eyes and ears.  But fear not, for I am but a humble soul, and I forgive you your faltering faith.  As Lord Nero Maxwell has taught me, we must forgive those who stray from the Broken Path, for if we do not then we shall walk it alone, and what good is a path that is tread upon by only one traveler?  So I forgive you, and in doing so, the true work of this crown can now begin.  It has been said that heavy is the head that wears the crown, and now that I once again poses a crown, I feel it now more than ever.  Aaaaaahren Fournear did not truly comprehend the true task of a man called a champion.  He believed it was the duty of others to offer him praise and glory, when he had the roles in reverse.  It is the duty of a champion to offer praise and glory in the crown he wears through his actions, through his words, and through his battles.  Only then can he make the crown more than it was before him, and when the fates foretell that he must surrender it, he passes on a legacy of greatness that shall be built upon until it creates a mountain so high, none could ever hope to reach its peak!  But if he dishonors it, as Aaaaahren did, then the fates shall conspire to remove the crown from you and place it upon a more worthy head.  Now that crown is upon my head, and I shall not scoff in my duties to this crown or to Broken Enlightenment.  I shall endeavor to return this championship to its former glory, by defending it with honor.  In doing so, I shall bring forth many more followers to the way of Nero Maxwell, for this crown represents everything that is Broken Enlightenment.  It represents the pain of destruction, but also the joy of rebirth, for both are different sides of the same entity!  All this and more I shall do in the name of Nero Maxwell and in the name of Hardcore.  And by the end of my reign, I shall be deemed the greatest Champion of Hardcore EVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
 
And thus I have been given my first task in that duty.  I must face another man of equally strong faith.  A man who has also just come into his own crown.  I must face the man known as…STAAAAAARK!  I must admit, your battle at the Painful Pride was most DELIGHTFUL!  Certainly a match worth of the Elite National Crown you now bare.  I felt tidings of great joy when you unseated the vile Wrecks of clan MickAllistar from his lofty perch.  Truly I feel that such was preordained by the 7 Deities and Nero Maxwell.  Even now I feel as if the strings of fate have much in store for you.  Do you not feel it too?  Surely the two of us crossing paths, so soon after we have won our crowns, cannot be the work of coincidence.  YEEEEZZZZZZ HAHAHAHA!  I can see it now!  Twas no mere twist of fate.  Twas the power of Nero Maxwell that has brought us together on the field of battle.  For we are both being tested.  A king’s most revealing moments are the first after he has been crowned.  So this is meant for both of us to test the kinds of champions we will be.  It is of great import that we show the world a strong showing, for it is only with such a display that they shall further put their belief in us as champions.  But more than that, it is also a test of whose faith is greater.  We all know the tenets of my faith, but yours is a bit different my good sir.  You are a man of balance, of both light and darkness.  You struggle to control these opposing forces to achieve your own form of enlightenment, and by doing so, obtain greater power and ability.  I must say it is a most NOBLE endeavor.  But alas, I feel it is one no mortal human can ever find.  Perfect balance is beyond anything you mere mortals can achieve.  For it is human nature to lean towards either the light or the dark.  And while all humans both of these forces within their hearts, the true nature of a man will always lean to one side.  No mere Earthly faith can obtain such a thing.  Tis only the higher, more ethereal faiths can you find true balance…like Broken Enlightenment!  No far be it for me to criticize another’s faith, for I have been the sufferer of many such attacks myself.  So if you wish to continue down this path, and if it leads to your inner salvation, then I am certain Nero Maxwell will bless it.  But know this, you shall not know true balance in the way I have come to know it.  I have suffered pain that has shattered my being into a million pieces.  And each and everyone one of those pieces have lived a million lifetimes with in the ether of the Shatter-verse.  In those lifetimes, they have known good and evil, known joy and sorrow, seen and done things beyond human understanding.  And when Nero Maxwell put those pieces back together to reform the soul of Zack Crash, they retained all those memories.  See only through experiences can one obtain true balance, not through meditation and prayer.  My body has achieved perfect balance because it has been shattered, but was once whole.  My soul is balanced because it has done evil, but it has also done good.  And all these experiences increase my power daily!  So I do not doubt the power of your faith, but I also do not doubt that it is but a speck in the shadow of Broken Enlightenment!  It is because of that faith in my Lord Nero Maxwell and Broken Enlightenment that I cannot permit to you defeat me.  You are a most worthy opponent, and it shall be my great honor to vanquish you.  But now that I wear a crown, I fight for more than just my own glory.  I fight for the glory of Nero Maxwell, for the glory of the Shatter-verse, of the 7 Deities, of the very universe itself!  Your crown, while prestigious, holds no further meaning than to provide the wearer with more accolades.  Yours is a reign of self-glorification.  Mine is so much more than that, and as such my will to win is stronger than any man’s, woman’s, or being’s here in the land of elite wrestling!  You are the Elite National Champion, which is impressive, but what exactly does that name mean?  Nothing!  It is purely fancy words strung together to give name to a piece of leather.  But what does Hardcore Champion mean?  It means I am tough!  It means I am strong!  I means I have endurance beyond what the normal mortal body can endure!  It means I know methods that will cause your pain to feel its own pain!  In short…it means I am the most dangerous being in ALL of EAW!  And you must step onto the battlefield and face that being.  Now tell me…do you think your balance will help you now?
 
But worry not, for as I stated before, I feel Nero Maxwell has much in store for you.  Perhaps you shall be the first new follower of Broken Enlightenment.  Perhaps you shall simply be the first to acknowledge its greatness after you witness it firsthand.  Perhaps nothing.  Only they know for certain.  But what IS certain is that our battle shall be glorious!  It shall be delightful!  And together, our combined reigns shall ERASE the stains of those who reigned before us and bring prestige back to these titles! 
 
{Zack reaches for the Hardcore Championship, removes it from its pedestal and holds it on high.  As he does, he throws his arms to the side in a cutting motion as he chants…}
 
ERASE…ERASE…ERASE…ERASE…ERASE…ERASE…ERASE!!!
 

{Fade to black.} 

 
 
(The scene opens to show the Brooklyn skyline during this past Tuesday morning. “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins to play as a montage of city activity is shown for the next ten seconds.)


 
C9 Productions presents
 
(Next, is the exterior of Cloud’s War Room Dojo and her apartment above it. Another scene shows Aria Jaxon walking into a local Brooklyn cafe with a smile on her face.)
 
in association with EAW Network and SNK
 
(The interior of Cloud’s apartment is shown, including pictures from her past: her time training with Michael Hunter, JET, and time spent with Formation. The sound of a shower is heard in the distance.)
 
24/7: Pain for Pride X
 
(Meanwhile, Aria is picking out various pastries and orders two coffees. After signing a few autographs from adoring fans, the camera shows her making her way to Cloud’s place.) 
 
Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda
 
(Cloud is seen putting on a shirt while wearing shorts just as she gets out the bathroom. Aria is seen walking into the apartment as the camera follows Cloud to the dining table.)
 
Cloud: Hey! Right on time!
 
Episode 5
 
Aria: (puts down a bag) You know it!
 
Epilogue
 
Cloud: (pulls out a glazed) Yes! You know me all too well!
 
Aria: (puts down a coffee) Caramel, black, no milk or sugar.
 
Cloud: (takes the coffee) Beautiful!
 
(The two best friends sit across each other)
 
Aria: So… (grins)
 
Cloud: (grins) So…
 
(Both women begin to laugh)
 
Cloud: I know you’re not done geeking out over being champ.
 
Aria: (tries to hide a smile) Basically.
 
Cloud: (raises coffee) Salud.
 
Aria: Salud.
 
(A moment of silence pass)
 
Cloud: What’s next for the late, great, Aria Jaxon?
 
Aria: (rolls eyes) Cloudy, please. Truthfully, I haven't processed everything yet. Though, I have to be honest about something.
 
Cloud: (sips) Hmm?
 
Aria: I feel like Cailin got a raw deal, not getting a one-on-one rematch for the belt. All I wanted to do this year was give her the kind of match the EAW Universe was begging for. Unfortunately, Cam claimed her meaty paws on the Women’s World Championship. From there on, I made it my objective- nah, my freaking crusade to reclaim what was rightfully mine since I got shafted out of the Vixen’s Championship a year ago.
 
Cloud: (sighs) The road to glory is never an easy one.
 
Aria: Speaking of which, do you know what the hell happened to Cailin? 
 
Cloud: Not really. After the match, I headed backstage searching for The Sanatorium. When I got to the parking lot, some kid came up to me with a note that said “She’s okay.”
 
Aria: Do you think this has anything to do with you.
 
Cloud: (shakes her head) I doubt it. Alexis and I concluded our business back at Terminus. To be honest, things seemed weird between Cai and I the past few months,
 
Aria: Well you guys were trying to work things out, right?
 
Cloud: (looks down) I think so. I don’t know anymore, ‘Ria. So much has happened this year- I’ve done a lot last season, most of it was shit I’m not proud of-
 
Aria: Stop beating yourself up, Steph. If anything, I should apologize for not having your back when you and Tarah butted heads. To this day I feel bad about it. Your anger...it’s not the easiest thing to deal with.
 
Cloud: (leans back) I know. I respect what you and Tarah have. But, I’ll be frank: she and I will never see eye to eye. Personally, I prefer it that way.
 
Aria: I was afraid of that. (sighs) Oh well, it is what it is. 
 
(Aria stares out the window, her face solemn)
 
Aria: Cloudy?
 
Cloud: (sips) Hmm?
 
Aria: I’m scared. Not of the competition, but where this path might lead me. I feel the more I desire these achievements and everything that goes with it, the further I push everyone away. My greed almost cost me your friendship.
 
Cloud: You’re not greedy, sweets. You just know your worth.
 
Aria: I remember something Diamond Cage said when I was training under him. He said “in this business, you have no friends.” Part of me feels he’s right. What if that feeling grows, Cloudy? I’m not used to that Edgelord shit like you. I can’t even fathom turning my back on my friends or the EAW Universe.
 
Cloud: (puts her hand on Aria’s) That’s why I’m here, sweets. To help guide you through the darkness. There’s so many dead ends in this industry, it’s hard to keep track. From here on out ‘Ria, I have your back. Cai’s not here, but we’ll find her and bring her back.
 
Aria: (smiles) She was right. You have an answer for everything.
 
Cloud: Hai. We may have unfinished business, but that’ll be addressed down the road. Right now, we need to prepare for what’s to come. Also, my school opens next month.
 
Aria: Oh yeah! How’s that working for you?
 
Cloud: Nina Sanada agreed to be an assistant trainer. I just need one more. I want it to be Serenity, but she’s in NEO at the moment.
 
Aria: I wish I could help but with being the champ and all, I have my hands full.
 
Cloud: Mhmm.
 
(Cloud rests her chin on the back of her hands)
 
Cloud: ‘Ria?
 
Aria: Yeah?
 
Cloud: I miss her.
 
Aria: Serenity? Wait, Emily.
 
Cloud: (sighs) Yeah.
 
Aria: You’ll see her again, soon enough.
 
(The camera zooms away, showing the two friends staring out the window as the scene ends)

(We start off this promo with David pulling up backstage in some cool car. What kind of car is it? I'll let your imagination flow. David opens his door and gets out. He looks different. He appears taller because um, magic. Perhaps he has skipped a meal or two as well. He isn't wearing his usual three piece suit either. He's traded it in for a leather jacket. He opens the rear door and the camera shows David’s tag team title strapped in a car seat. He takes it out and puts it gently on his shoulder. He begins to talk.)

Sup? Chillin? Cool. So like, I'm actually going to acknowledge there's a camera in my face right now. Going against the grain you feel? Because so many times we see other elitists be in these outrageous locations and do the most ridiculous stuff that would surely get them in trouble with the law or our boss, and then when it's all done, they act as if a cameraman that they demanded to be there, wasn't there at all to capture the whole shebang. It makes things awkward. At least for me. And that's all that matters. If you are giving me second-hand embarrassment then you are bad and you should feel bad. 

(The interviewer steps onto the scene. Nobody invited him. He's acting like he's part of the crew. But he’s not. He doesn't have friends. He doesn't have a family. He's going to die alone. Sad.)

Interviewer: Oh like Jack?

David: Where the fuck did you come from? And also, what are you talking about?

Interviewer: Yesterday Jack vandalized the Lincoln Memorial. Probably going to get arrested. 

David: Um but he's famous and a champion. Laws and rules don't apply to us. We are the exception. Now be gone. 

Interviewer: Oh, where shall I go?

David: Probably a gym. You could lose a few or a hundred pounds. 

(The interviewer walks off all sad…actually no, the interviewer waddles off all sad. He looks back, hoping David will look at him, but he pays no attention.)

So let's keep on strolling through the back here. As you can see there are some pretty interesting cats hanging around these parts before shows. Like legit cats. There's a cat over there. I shall name it Chad. Chad the cat. Hey, keep up. Gotta keep moving until we see the betting agency and stoop. I suppose I should talk about Pain for Pride, yeah? To at least pass time. So of course our match got great reviews this past Saturday, no surprise there. After the match and even before it as well, I was getting tweets. All kinds of tweets. Mostly tweets from disgruntled fans who thought it was a shame for our match to be on the pre-show. And at first I agreed. I was livid! I flipped over so many tables! Had a cantankerous attitude on the whole ordeal. I shook it off though because I'm a pro. A pro at wrestling. And a pro at life. So I sat back and evaluated the situation I was in and then I realized I was being selfish. I was at fault. You see, EAW did the right thing when they put us on the pre-show. To most that's a downgrade. But I don't see it that way. I'm a glass half full kind of guy. What I'm trying to get at is Jack and I, we are role models, okay? Especially to the children of Cameroon, Peru and Egypt. I mean they worship us over there. They have built statues and temples in our honor. We repay them with merch. Well, they get 5% off The High Rollerz merch, but still, an act of kindness on our part, most certainly. And I know some of them probably didn't watch the pre-show and you know what? I'm glad. Glad because I didn't want those children to witness murder when I took the ladder Lioncross was standing on and pushed him backwards to crash through a pyramid of tables. If they saw it, then the next thing you know, they are imitating us and basically killing their friends in the backyard. So like I said, how could I live with myself with that type of aftermath? Plus they would see me in a different light. They would view me as an animal, a beast with a cold black heart. That's not me. When it comes to David Davidson, a lot of words can describe him…yes I just went third person, but perhaps a gentleman and a scholar is most accurate. I give. I give to the people with the art Jack and I create in the ring. I am the Bob Ross of professional wrestling. Why him? Because he's the greatest painter of all time. Fuck Picasso, fuck Vincent Van Gogh and don't even get me started on da Vinci. All about Bob Ross. He had a calming presence. He would never make mistakes, but happy accidents. Jack and I, we aren't perfect in the ring. I mean we are really close, but we aren't perfect. We too make happy accidents on the canvas. But so what? We just cover it up with something spectacular. Bob covers it with a pine tree. We cover it with a boot to the face. He beats the devil out of his brush and we beat the devil outta our opponents. Same thing. 

(David finally gets to The High Rollerz’ stoop. Yep they had someone build a stoop and make them move it from arena to arena. David takes a seat at the top of the stoop.)

I sit here as one half of your EAW Tag Team champions. That should be enough. It was our goal to win these…and not only did we do that, but we ended up winning ‘em twice. What can I say, other then our ambition and aspirations are nonpareil! Yet, I'm not satisfied. There is still a void. A void that needs to be filled to the brim. But what? And how? What is missing and how do we go about fixing this emptiness so I can go back to having a sense of satisfaction? An answer I have yet to discover. I sit on this stoop each and every week. I don't just sit here to be cool. Or to brag about how we have a stoop and you don't…or as some would put it, wallowing in fanfaronade. I sit here and ruminate on what's next..ruminate on what I did to Lioncross and if it was excessive. I think and I think and I think because I know we have to be ten steps ahead of the pack of hyenas lurking around us, licking their chops, champing at the bit, waiting for Jack and I to slip up and loosen our grips on these titles for the second time. Not happening. Scurry along and do something more productive, I say. It's no secret that this week is all about the EAW draft. The EAW draft means a lot to most in the back. Come this Saturday, some will be biting their nails, hoping, begging and pleading that they stay on the brand they’re currently with because it's familiar. The GM, their road buddies, the logo, the brand color, just the overall experience is like one big cozy blanket they cover themselves with. Stepping out of their comfort zone is a big no-no! It's the last thing they wanna do. Most people in this world feel the same way. Then on the other end of the spectrum, there are those that view the EAW Draft as Christmas morning. They are sick and tired of being on the same show. Perhaps they are bored or perhaps they feel like they are getting held back. Regardless, a change of scenery is welcomed with open arms. Then there are those who aren’t sweating it. This is the category we fall under. If we stay on Showdown, cool. If we pack our bags and move to Dynasty or Voltage territory, cool. It doesn't matter to us. No matter the news, we will remain unruffled. The main reason why is because the titles we hold are already inter-branded. We will be making our rounds on each show, do not worry. Well, that is if there is a team that garners our attention on the other brands. So far, no such luck. 

(David begins to rub his chin and really thinks about that last statement before he resumes.)

But perhaps that changes soon. Maybe as soon as this Saturday. That's right, at the EAW Draft Show, we get two members of The Sanatorium in tag team action. This matchup is intriguing...intriguing indeed. Consider my interest piqued. Now, before we officially get started here, allow me to formally introduce myself to the both of you. My name is David Davidson. I'm one half of The High Rollerz, as well as one half of the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions. Yes, yes.. the pleasure is all yours. So The Sanatorium, huh? Okay, I dig it. I mean, that alliance or family…or whatever they refer to themselves as, has a little buzz surrounding their name at the moment. Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with the either of you. Something you should be used to by now. You're like the red headed step children of the family. But as I was saying, the buzz of course belongs to the mysterious behemoth that helped your leader or dad, Eclipse, get his big win at Pain for Pride against a man that hasn't competed in a ring for what? At least five years right? Very impressive. It for sure made me fear you guys that much more. Just give me a second. I'm getting a little too sarcastic for my own liking. I pride myself on remaining professional at all times, so I humbly and sincerely apologize. I suppose that means I'll refrain from making jokes about how your Pain for Pride performances went. Like how ONI congratulated us on our win, then I would say back at you. But then it would get awkward because your both lost. It's probably still a touchy subject so I'm sure we can just edit this part out. With that said, you both gave it your all. You gave it the old college try and even though you came up short, you should keep your heads held high…especially you, ONI. 

The reason why I singled you out is because you inspired me this past Saturday. I truly mean that. It was a genuine compliment and by all means, accept it with gratitude. Or do as you please. Be a free-thinker. The world is your oyster…and all that good stuff. But with that said, life isn't fair, agree or disagree? Millions if not billions of people on this very earth would shake their heads in a nanosecond. I too would agree with the majority. And I have a feeling you would feel the exact same, ONI. This goes back to me saying you inspired me not too long ago. Let me state the obvious and say you were dealt a shit hand. As a Vegas man, I would know this more than anyone. I mean you were ambushed before your match even began. Ambushed by two recreants, or better known as People With Class…a name that couldn't be any less fitting. Truly mind-boggling, but I digress. When this happened, you were coated in your own blood. Knocked out cold. At that point and with your current condition, they wrote you off. The commentators, your peers in the match, the fans…all of them took a collective sigh and said, “oh well, better luck next time.” But in the end, you got up. You rose from the ashes. You walked through the curtain, marched to the ring and you made your presence felt. You were eliminating guys left and right and perhaps most notably, Mike Showman. You were on a mission. You were hellbent on getting your revenge and boy did you ever...well for the most part. John did in fact eliminate you, but not before you sprayed your mist into his eyes and by doing so, you got the last laugh. Given the circumstances, you did quite well for yourself. I'm sure you're not feeling copacetic on the whole matter, but you'll be fine…probably.

(David takes a second to look down at his title before looking into the camera again.)

I'm trying really hard here. Trying to act civil. Going out of my way to actually compliment my opposition. Something I rarely do, if ever. Perhaps it has to do with the mood I'm in. Retaining these titles has me on cloud nine. I've celebrated quite a bit. I hit the blackjack tables a little harder. I consumed a couple extra alcoholic beverages. Showed some of our groupies a good time back at my place. Oh and this wasn't a one night thing. It lasted all week. Sure, I'm paying for it now, but I don't regret any of it. So yes ONI, we, at least I, have dealt with a few hangovers this week alone. Like legit hangovers. I get what you were saying. How after big wins a wrestler or a team, especially when it comes to the NFL,  get a little too cocky after accomplishing something great and then the following season is a letdown, or in our case, match. But I won't be using any of that as an excuse. I'm feeling physically fine. I feel well-rested and reassured that we are in fact the greatest tag team in EAW history. And before you try to spark a debate over that last comment, let me give you fair warning and say that I don't care about the words that come out of your mouth on that specific subject. They would only fall on deaf ears. (David takes a deep breath and looks off into the distance.) You see..every great competitor has a slip up at some point, like when we lost our titles to fucking RoViper, yay them…but after that hardship, it's up to that competitor to learn from their mistakes and make the necessary adjustments so he or she can go back to seeing positive results. Since winning these titles back, we haven't taken them for granted. If anything we have become more obsessed with gold. This gold on my shoulder. I thought I should make that clear because I don't care about anything else. That even goes for the three world titles. We are here as a team. We are here to dominate the tag team division. It's that simple. That's what separates us from every other team in EAW history. Like for instance, when I say we are the best tag team in EAW history, some fans will go out of their way and make foolish claims like “no that's RoViper.” But the thing is, they didn't truly care about these titles. They were stepping stones to them. The way I see it, they insulted these championships when they placed their greasy hands on them and oh yeah, by also not being committed enough, but oh well. I'm not here to talk about them. I'm here to talk about our next challenge on the horizon and that of course is you two. We heard it from the horse’s mouth a few days ago that they are perhaps gunning after these titles. Especially if they get a win this week. If they do, they will surely get a title shot in the near future. I mean it's a pretty short line at the moment. Even though there are teams out there like People with Class who continuously to bad mouth us, but funnily enough,  never do anything about it. You should know why that is, but once again I digress. I just want to make sure you are actually ready for this.  Well, I don't need to know your answer right now because we’ll get a pretty good idea come this Saturday on OUR show. Lastly, you went into detail about careers. Of course you bring up our brief stint in Dynasty Wrestling. A stint that lasted one whole month because at the time we weren't serious enough about this occupation. 

Obviously that's no longer a problem. So yes we are a success story of some sort.  Not mean to brag or anything. I mean, we have certainly improved overall. Our attitudes has improved. Our in-ring talent has improved. And because we improved, we were able to successfully take that next big step and become champions. What about you, ONI? Have your improved? Have you taken that big step? Especially since you can relate to us when you too have left this company behind. Not to be biased or anything, but I have to agree with my partner Jack when he says you haven't done a damn thing to establish yourself. I can't even think of your greatest accomplishment in EAW. Which is puzzling because I see the talent, ONI. It's crystal clear. Yet, for whatever reason, the talent doesn't translate. And I don't know why that is. I'm not going to start making assumptions. Like for instance, questioning your work ethic. Because if anything, you proved how badly you want to succeed at Pain for Pride. But that doesn't change the fact that something is missing. And no, a tag title reign is not what's missing. Next, I once again have to agree with my best friend Jack when he suggested that you should want to get drafted to a different brand and go solo starting this Saturday. I say focus on yourself and fuck The Sanatorium. It's getting too crowded anyways with all these group members. A classic example of too many cooks in the kitchen. Especially with the new guy being added. Bigfoot himself. Who knows, maybe he is your replacement since you haven't exactly been getting the job done? Food for thought. But if you are to remain loyal to that family of misfits, then you better do something big to prove your worth. I should be clear though when I say if your last attempt to impress your leader, Eclipse, is by trying to win these titles, then let me tell you right now, it'll only be a waste of time. But..then again, your whole career has been a waste of time, so carry on. 

(So like yeah, the end.)

(The scene opens to a confused looking Interviewer. He's standing there in his cheap suit, cheap toupee, sweat just flowing, and a bewildered look on his face. It's very dark outside. He's not used to being outside so that probably has a lot to do with why he's so confused, but let's listen into what he's saying. He's a freak so he says all of his thoughts out loud.)

Interviewer: I don't get it, Jack told me to come here to this location, at this time... Where is he?

(All of a sudden, depending on who you ask, tragedy strikes. A real who done it mystery. A wild pinecone bursts into the scene and strikes Interviewer right in the bald spot. Needless to say he's down, rolling on the ground in pain. Where did this pine cone come from? Is the Interviewer bitter rivals with squirrels and this is there way of getting rid of him? Probably because the Interviewer is the enemy to all people and critters a like.)

Interviewer: Help me.. I'm dying.

Cameraman: Oh.. No.. Don't die. *Yawn*

(The Cameraman said this sarcastically of course, he couldn't give two shits about what happens to the Interviewer)

Interviewer: No, don't wait for me, go on, just leave me here to die. Save yourself the squirrels have grown into one cohesive unit, they can't be stopped now.

Cameraman: Yes, squirels can throw things now. Idiot.

(Another Pinecone is thrown and this time it goes directly where a mans balls should be. Fortunatley for the Interviewer a combination of massive thighs and tiny testicles has saved him.)

Jack: Aw Damn it...

Interviewer: JACK?!! IS THAT YOU?!! THE SQUIRELS JACK! BEWARE.

Jack: Shut up, I hate you.

(Interviewer looks up from the ground. Drastically looks around, not finding where Jack is.)

Interviewer: Jack.. I hear you... But I don't see you... Are you a ghost now?

Jack: Sigh... Yes.. I've come to haunt you.

Interviewer: NOOOOOO HE WAS SO YOUNG, NOT JACK!!

Jack: Clearly sarcasm.

Cameraman: Yeah he doesn't get sarcasm. You can say anything you want and he'll take you seriously
.
Jack: I'm aware... Do your job, stand there with a camera don't make noise. Who do you think you are?

Interviewer: Jack seriously where are you?

(Jack starts shining a laser into the eyes of the interviewer.)

Interviewer: AHHH IM BLIND!!!

Jack: Ha, good.

(Interviewer forgot that he has flippable sunglasses on because he is the lamest human on earth, and wears sunglasses even at night. He then just flips down the glasses like the nerd he is, and see's Jack hiding in the tall grass. Jack is wearing a Ghillie suit, night vision goggles and some binoculars.)

Jack: Oh fuck...

(Jack slowly and awkwardly crawls to the ground hoping that the interviewer won't notice him.)

Interviewer: JACK! THERE YOU ARE! WHAT ARE WE DOING!!

(Interviewer jogs over to Jack. His giant man boobs flopping in the wind, gasping for air with every greasy step. He gets to Jack, and lays next to him. Out of breath he starts to ask questions, too many questions. This dude thinks he's an interviewer or something.)

Interviewer: Jack, what are you doing? Why are you wearing that suit? Why are we here? Do you have a pair of binoculars for me? Can I..

Jack: OOHHH LERRRRRDDDD!

Interviewer: What?

Jack: Be quiet.... We're on a stakeout.

Interviewer: A what?

Jack: We're spying on people and trying to steal there stuff and claim that stuff for our own.

Interviewer: What stuff? What are you talking about?

Jack: David and I want to expand the RAD Betting Agency, grow globally you know? Get more stuff to make it look more professional and what not.

Interviewer: Ok... So why are we laying in weeds?

Jack:... I literally told you... We're on a stakeout...

Interviewer: For what?

Jack: We'll if you'd just look instead of talk and compromise or position that would probably be beneficial.

(Interviewer looks across the street and sees some security guards sitting on some stairs)

Interviewer: It's some security guards...

Jack: Yes great observation... Sitting on the golden goose.

Interviewer: Huh?

Jack: HUH?! IM DA INTAVIEWA I SAY HUH TO THINGS TO THINGS THAT ARE OBVIOUS DERRRRRRRRRRR. That's you.. That's what you sound like. Be a better person right this instant.

Interviewer: I cry..

Jack: Good... BItch. Anyways... That stoop is one sexy beast.. We're expanding... The RAD Betting Agency is getting ANOTHER STOOP!!

Interviewer: Wait... I know where we are....

Jack: It took you this long to figure it out? It's the golden goose of stoops...

(The camera pulls back and it can be seen clearly that they're at the Lincoln Memorial.)

Interviewer: Ummm

Jack: What

Interviewer: How are you going to get ALLLLL Those stairs?

Jack: I don't need ALLLL of it  you great big sloot... I take back the great part... you stupid sloot.

Interviewer: Then what are you going to do?

Jack: GET THE ADEQUETE AMOUNT GOD STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!

Interviewer: HOW?!

Jack: HEY RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME AGAIN AND I'M THROWING YOU INTO THE REFLECTOR POOL!!

Interviewer: I'm sorry Jack, just nervous.

Jack: Listen I have a plan...

Interviewer: Ok?

Jack: It's late.. Everyone is gone except those guards right? So we work quick we get the chunk we need, we bounce. Ok? Listen those guards are lazy as fuck, they expect people to defile the statue of Lincoln not take the gorgeous stoop they have. Who would be genius enough to do that? Me... I am.

Interviewer: So how do we do this exactly?

Jack: You.. Are the distraction. You do exactly what they expect you to do, and when you do that I strike. I have a chainsaw, among other tools... And a whole black market construction crew on the other side of these bushes.. Assuring that'll get this project to go smooth.

Interviewer: Ok... So..

Jack: Here

(Jack hands The Interviewer some spray paint.)

Jack: Go in there, and act like you're about to do something.

Interviewer: I don't wanna...

Jack: You want to be  a High Roller don't you??? This is what it takes..
.
(interviewer puts on a determined face on and nods uncontrollably. Then he's off to do the deed.)

Jack: PFFFFT like we'd ever actually let him be a High Roller. Dumbass is going to jail.

(We catch up to the Interviewer he snuck past the guards, then he realized that he was supposed to catch there attention. So he goes back to the top of the stairs.)

Interviewer: HEY YOU STUPID GUARDS! YOU STUPID DUMB GUARDS... IM GONNA SPRAY LINCOLN!

Guard: HEY YOU BETTER NOT! WE'RE GONNA GET YOU!

(The guards see him and chase after him.. He's not very fast, but in this instance he comes through. He spends a lot of time running around. He jumps the barrier to the monument and starts climbing on Lincoln. The guards start climbing after him. Interviewer stands up on Lincolns head and is ready for whatever fate brings. The guards get to him, and tackle him down to Lincolns lap. The Interviewer bleeding a lot, is still smiling, because he knew he did a good deed. When the guards come back they see that some of the stairs to the monument is missing. They now realize that this guy that looks like the cover boy of pedophile monthly for the month of May was just a decoy... They've been fooled. We transition to Jack Ripley and the black market construction crew speeding away with the Lincoln stairs. He's content.)

Jack: Well this couldn't have worked out any better, RAD BETTING AGENCY IS EXPANDING ONE STOOP AT A TIME!

Oni you're right, you don't deserve to go against us for the tag titles. I don't even think you deserve to up against us on a show as prominent as the draft show, hell I don't even think you two are even worthy to go up against us on turbo. No one is. You look at the EAW tag team landscape and you see a tag team division that doesn't exist, why? Because we ran them all out. Matt squared, dead. Knights of the Dawning, dead. RoViper, dead. Stuffed Crust, dead. There's no one left. But now the sanatorium is actually a team right? You two are done chasing singular accolades and think you're a real tag team? A brotherhood? There is no brotherhood as strong as the High Rollerz, like you said yourself we are the most functional team In EAW, probably ever. We came here with one goal and achieved it in 2 months. You mentioned the first time we were here and mentioned how at first we didn't have the success that we did now. Well the reason for that is because we were only here for a month, and in that month we were remembered. A whole year later we were remembered. You're on the roster oni and you're probably the most forgettable person I've ever had to talk to. the forgotten member of the sanatorium. Everyone knows Maero, everyone knows eclipse, everyone knows Brody... no one remembers you exist. I'm sure you don't care you probably enjoy a low profile, but these big words you speak, they just don't add up. You've been here a while and have made no impact on this Company.

And yeah you can go on and on about who you've beaten, but that doesn't matter. That only proves my point more, it doesn't matter who you've beaten, you'll never be remembered, and you'll never get any of the opportunities that others get. No one cares about Oni... or Amadeus or whatever you go by now. Maybe if you could stick to one name it'd be easier for people to remember you actually exist. What are you a seventeenth century composer now? Copying someone else's name so that you get remembered? Interesting tactic, j mean nothing else has worked. Why not use an already famous name that people remember for your own benefit. It's kind of pathetic but you gotta do what you gotta do right? It's weird Oni, you, the one that has done the least out of your entire group is the one to talk the most shit. Well maybe not shit, but you do have the most confidence out of anyone in your group. But I can't for the life of me figure out why. Maero, he knows his place, he hasn't said a word this entire week because he knows his career is a lost cause. Once he lost that title and got put in the hospital for months, there was no coming back from it. Now he proclaimed that he was going to take the World Title I believe, but that was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Now, he's nothing but a broken man with nothing left to do. Where's his motivation Oni? He lost his title, he lost CITV, what's more can he do? Are you going to speak on his behalf because we know that he's not going to do it for himself. He's done. You're not going to get any help from him, he doesn't care. I know you do, which makes this so difficult and frustrating for you I'm sure. The one that gets the opportunities in your group, the one that gets the success as you aimlessly wander through Voltage, has quit on you. Has quit on The Sanatorium, and has quit on EAW. The way I see it he's quit on everyone of those orphans that says he cares so much about. This is the draft show Oni, and if I were you, I'd hope to be drafted off of Voltage and onto a new brand, one where the Sanatorium is no where near. They ate a chain to your future, forever holding you back from reaching your full potential. You beat us though, and everything can change for you and him. You beat us and you jump to the head of the line for Tag Team title chances, because let's face it there's only like two teams left in EAW. So don't get too riled up about that fact, it wasn't that big of a compliment. You two are at a disadvantage for a variety of reasons.

1. this is a tag team match, this is our realm, we have no peers we dominate this shit like an NBA player vs. a team of 3 year olds. Yeah, no one can touch us, and I love to be the breaker of bad news so I'll tell you right now that pitting you against the others that we've faced, you don't even stack up to them. So this little pipe dream of you miraculously beating us,  isn't going to happen. But anyways reason number 2 as to why you're at a disadvantage. You both had hellacious matches at Pain For Pride. Oni you had an hour long battle royal to fight in, and your partner Maero he was in a ladder match. While The High Rollerz went against the biggest glory hog old man piece of shit that couldn't even lace up our boots Lioncross, and his little bitch boy Nobi. We finished them off quite quickly, so to say that we're rested is an understatement. We're ready to go right now to be honest, we want a fight. We haven't had a challenge in months, the last good team we faced was RoViper and they died. I don't know Oni, MAYBE you can surprise us, and we can see what happens, but I doubt it. The EAW Draft is most likely going to be filled with a ton of surprises. But the High Rollerz losing? Isn't going to be one of those things. Once this battle is over maybe you can actually open your eyes and see The Sanatorium the same way everyone else views them. Nothing but social outcasts that don't even belong in the ring with us real talent. The reason that you guys haven't had the chance at tag titles is because you're not on that level, you don't got it like that fam. But hey maybe we can knock some sense into you and stop this little hypnosis that Eclipse has over you. Be free...

Side note are the High Rollerz worried about the draft and the possibility of us being split up? Naw. We're the champions, we can't be split up, don't be dumb. Even if we did get drafted to another brand we'd still be a team and defend our titles. They are interbranded after all. We'll be good don't you worry. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some stoop to install.

(The black market trucks make there way with the Lincoln stairs to the next arena, no cops in sight. Camera fades to black)

Lucas, that’s a cute story and all, but sorry, I really can’t relate to that at all. Because as bad as it sounds, when I was a kid, I wasn’t the victim, but the bully, himself. But I wasn’t the kind of bully that picked on the weak simply because there was something going on in my life or I had low self-esteem issues. I mean, look at me… HA! But I was the bully because I had to be the one to bully the bullies. Because you see, when you’re name is Moongoose growing up, what do you think is the first thoughts in people’s head? Is this guy serious? What a stupid name? Etc. Etc. I had everything going on to be the guy people walked over for having that name, and being weird, and different because I had an active imagination and I may or may not had attention deficit disorder. But you know what happened when someone tried to push me around? Well, Lucas, instead of taking it, I pushed back, not simply because I had to defend myself, but because someone, if not, anyone had to stand up to them and show them what they are doing. I wasn’t going to indulge them and let then get away with being a dick, so you give them a taste of their own medicine and I did just that. And maybe it’s because  as a kid, I always wanted to be the hero, but to get to that point where you have to out bully the bully, you start getting a bad reputation, and people make you to be evil or some crap. But you see, that is where I’m different from the people you hate. Because those bullies harassed due to insecurities or just wanted to feel powerful. I’m the bully that did it to maintain control of the playground to make sure no one acts out and play nicely with others, and despite being the primary target of hate from people, I accepted the fact that it was just better to be hated in a well maintained environment.
 
So I can point out a lot of things you did wrong. The first part is the fact you let people push you around, and you think that is enough to warrant your behavior and opinion, but it really isn’t. All you did was let others decide who you’ve become and you hated it. And now, you are hating on me, a man that grown up knowing exactly what he wanted to be and not letting a damn person tell him otherwise. No, you don’t hate me simply because I remind you of the bullies that use to pick on you. You hate me because I was able to do everything that you never could growing up, in terms that I picked my own battles, and I chose my own destiny. Where now, you let the one moment you snapped and decided to fight back, and let that define you as a wrestling machine. Sorry, bitch, I always wanted to be a wrestler growing up, and I worked years and years to get as good as I am now, because once again, I wanted to. I wanted to be idolized as either the hero or the villain the people needed to look up to, never being the person looking up, because I wanted too. And the only thing that really pisses you off more than anything about me is because here is this title, the title you so desperate covet as a means for approval of your own capabilities, that I did not really want, and I won it from you.  And to you, this means, I’m undeserving. But why? I’ve worked just as hard as you, if not better and smarter. I’ve done better as a means to not only make myself look good, but bring the best out of my opponent, and this title is just that. To bring the absolute and utter best from ever single individual and make damn sure they have what it takes, but you don’t give a damn about that at all. You don’t care about EAW. You don’t care about the fans, or the prestige of this title. Hell, I don’t, but atleast I’ll admit and tell the world what I intend to do with it, and change the meaning of “New Breed” for the better.
 

Don’t hate me just because I’m honest to myself. Don’t hate me because I had the balls to stand up for myself  and everything I believe in. Don’t hate me because you couldn’t do any of that and you are looking at any excuse other than just blaming yourself. I infuriate and disgust you? Well the feeling is mutual, and I hate you too, because you are absolutely everything that I am not. You are a failure for a man, you are not as great the wrestler as you make yourself to be, and you’re a shitty human being as well. All you have is this title? Well, it’s mine now, and the question is, do you have what it takes to be like Moongoose McQueen and beat the bully? Well, based on the number of times I’ve shamed you. Not once, not twice, not trice, but 4 TIMES! I highly doubt 5^th time’s the charm. So Lucas, you are lucky, and it’s best you don’t take what you got for granted. You will partake in the first successful title defense in the new Season of EAW and with the draft, you get a chance to start over. Not everyone gets a chance for that, but the sad truth is, you’ve had many opportunities to do just that, each time someone called you fat or stupid and put you down. All you had to speak up and raise your god damn fist and put them up, and atleast then, you’d have my respect as a competitior, but until then, I’m going to shut you up and break those arms of yours til you can’t fight me no more. Let this be the last encounter between us for this title. Because after this, I’d like to move on to bigger and better things, and that isn’t you.  I’m not the type of guy that lets little trivial moments like bullies stop me from doing anything, and I can only hope you can follow my lead and follow suit. Yeah, it sucks that each time you look me in the face, you’re going to hate me, but lucky for you, I’ll be turning my back against you and moving forward without you. If it means anything, I have a pretty nice ass. Kick it if you can, but I won’t hesitate to turn around and put you six feet under. And while I’m pushing people to be their best, you’ll be pushing daises if you keep this up.