[Drastik appears one final time, sitting in the same completely blackened room with only his body illuminated. He smirks and tilts his head, waving at the camera.]
 
Congratulations, Tiberius. Sandbagging won’t save you. But it does confirm that you have become the very thing that you’ve hated all this time. You're resorting to the same tactics that irked you all those months ago at King of Elite. I remember how bitter you sounded when you let me get into your head all those months ago. I remember how much more fight you showed. How things have changed. You've lost that boyish charm. You've lost that fire that made you something so impressive. You've lost everything that made you even remotely deserving of anything at all. And yet you still find yourself standing here in front of me, either showing half-assed effort or revealing that you're really not as talented as all these people believed you are, thinking you still you deserve this moment. It's adorable. I want you to hold onto this moment—grip the edges of your crown and cherish this—because these are the last moments of glory you’ll feel before you add to the glass shattered all over the floor you spoke of earlier this week. You have no idea just how broken I felt after that night. But you'll get a taste of it. You'll get to realize what it feels like to feel that you deserve something only to have it ripped away from you, to have your moment torn out of your grasp. Your suffering brings me joy. This isn’t about the championship anymore.
 
This is about revenge.
 
[The screen cuts off again. For the final time, solid, white text flashes across the screen.]
  
SAIL

The time to fight draws near and I have been here silent, patiently waiting until it's time for me to fight for my future within this company. But as I walked through the streets of Rutherford, New Jersey, I couldn't help but feel short of breath and be eaten alive by anxiety. The memories of my past have been haunting by each passing day that I could hardly sleep at night and remain focus during my training camps to prepare myself for the big day. I've had moments where I've been questioning myself wondering if I can keep up with everyone or better yet how long I'm able to swim in this vast ocean known as EAW as it is now in this current era. I can't help but think of all the opportunities I had to excel and have a legendary career, if I weren't such a screw up I could have been World Champion by now, I could have had multiple championships reigns, memorable moments that will last a lifetime and I could've also been entering into the Hall Of Fame and be caught up with the guys that I've entered into this company with but alas I'm nowhere near their level. As of right now, I'm just trying to grasp what bit of straws that I have left and doing what I can to survive to see another day. When I was walking the streets of this city, I came across a fan that recognized me and what he has said has placed a sense of doubt within me. He reminded of the times I have failed, he reminded me how much a lot of fans around the world have looked up to me and thought I was a bad ass at some point. He proceeded to tell me what the internet wrestling community thought of me and it didn't come by no surprise that they thought I was just a waste of human life.  They took a pretty huge dig into me saying that the spot I have could've been for someone else who actually cared about the business instead of coming back for a one-off deal just for the paycheck to help my drug habits. I wonder sometimes if this is actually worth it dealing with the ridicule from the fans and the constant stress that being in this company gives you. You can say that I'm mentally weak that I can't handle it which is fine because I can admit to my flaws and that I lack in confidence. After all, I'm nothing but a nostalgic act for most people and they've already written me off as an easy elimination. But when I soak all of that in and think about the constant mocking that I have received since I announced my return to the company and being a participant in this match I couldn't help but think about the worse that could happen to me. It forces me to look into my past and remember what rock bottom felt like. I can tell you that it doesn't feel good because it felt like a part of my soul if not all of me entirely has died inside of me and I'm looking at this with no hope that I'm in the confines of my own mind being filled with constant doubt. I've realized that I was a nobody, a good for nothing that has no hope of being that man that I always wanted to be when I was younger. I was weak, being consumed by the pressure of this business and the people who have been hoping and praying for my downfall which ultimately came to pass. I succumbed to the pressure and thoughts of people who have constantly told me that I wasn't shit and never going to be shit in this world and it all build up over time and I eventually broke down and I ended up fading away into obscurity. Hearing what that guy had to say reminded me all of the feelings I had and why I ended up going away for a while and when I walked away from him I couldn't help watch other locals conversing among themselves. I couldn't help but get lost in a conversation nearby listening to a group of people praising their friend for overcoming addiction and also mentioned how much has changed in a year ever since he has gotten the help he needed. While I was listening he told his friends that it wasn't a hard road overcoming what he has gone through and he explained it like it was going to hell and back and now that he has beaten addiction and gotten his life together, he feels he has been granted another chance at life. Listening to that moved me to tears and when I walked away and went back to the hotel that I was staying at I couldn't help but think about what the guy has said to his friend. It literally brought tears to my eyes and for a while, I looked into the mirror and started crying my eyes out. It's pitiful knowing that a bad ass of a guy like me has the time to sit and cry while others are training their asses off to make moments out of Pain For Pride. But those tears that I shed, were signals of me breaking through a barrier that has kept me from fully committing to my resolve as an EAW Talent. If I didn't have to face what I did and being exposed to the public, I wouldn't have this sense of reassurance in my soul. I've overcame so much in my life that I found my way back to the stage known as Pain For Pride. The major thing that has brought me down into rubble was the simple fact that I've let people get into my head and destroy my self esteem. This may not be a long winded speech that most people in this match has given but this is a message that's short, sweet and to the point. My name is Ryan Savage and I stand before you right now that I will start my path to greatness. If I don't win this match then that's fine because this doesn't spell the end for me if I'm not successful. If the fans don't believe in me or if my peers don't believe in me or even if they paint me as this massive failure that will never get back what he has lost, then that's fine with me. The only thing that matters is that I believe in myself, I have the resolve to see my path to redemption through and I know in my soul that the name Ryan Savage WILL be on the poster boards for pay-per-views, I will be in anticipated matches that people are dying to see and one day I will become a champion! I will no longer let the words of my enemies or social media as a whole dictate my entire career. Pain For Pride will be the beginning of my journey, I will start my road to greatness here and whether I win the contract or not, this will be the first step on my journey back to the top!

PAIN FOR PRIDE X 

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS AIN'T SHIT I HOPE YOU ALL GET IN A CAR ACCIDENT ON THE WAY TO THE ARENA. PUSSY BOIS. ONLY ONE THAT DESERVES THIS IS ME. YOU BITCHES BICKER BUT GOT NOTHING TO SHOW. FIGHT ME IRL.

You’ve got a real good twist on events and words Drastik, I’m almost excited to see what you’ll come up with when it comes to why you lost after Pain for Pride, but I know that fragile mind of yours will go absolutely mad and override any little spin you’d come up with on normal circumstance. But you aren’t looking at some average kid at the front of the class kissing up to teacher and keeping his nose in the books trying to make something of his average brain, you’re looking at the star student sick of the kid at the back of the class spitting spit wads and somehow getting credit for it. I’m talking valedictorian somehow meant to let it slide that the school has let its resident dumb as bricks jock onto the honour role because he can throw a football and smile, not better than everyone else, but good enough to trick the coaches and staff he is. We can go around a thousand circles Drastik, but we can never get over the comment you first made, you don’t pull in the big bucks, you’re the champion where the people decide not to watch Voltage every week.

Man I don’t even think I saw you at the hall of fame while I was messing with people, you really aren’t anything to the community, but you still carry this persona of being a center piece figure, and that’s what I’m coming to demolish on my way towards the world championship, and deep down I know you’re afraid of that Drastik. You don’t want people to see you for who you really are, an outcast in a world of your betters that you only stand out in because you planted seeds before the wave of talents came in that would have had you tugging at curtains! You’re older, more established, but I’ve always envisioned you as a scared little boy who needed his mother to wrap a white towel over his head as he cries in her arms, scared and harmed by the talents he sees more him. You use to be considered a true scare to all the new talents, some might have called you the rookie killer, but the truth of the matter was that you were scared of the upcoming talents. You don’t even have to be a male to challenge Drastik’s insecurities at the top. These tricks won’t last forever Drastik, and I’d say the expiry date on your claim to fame has been past date for a very long time, it’s time someone puts an end to you stinking up the place.

Everyone has been saying it’s my time, and they’re right, anyone can jot out the stars and make out the constellations when the black skies are clear, without pollution and clouded vision. You think that has made me entitled? No. It’s made me confident, and knowledgeable in what I’ve had coming and I’m not going to settle for second place anymore. I’ve played my part, I set up the rings and stage to cut my teeth in the world, I did the grunt work in Hexa-gun, I gave up my damn Grand Rampage spot for Jaywalker a few years ago to get at Senn! I don’t need to hear about entitlement from someone swamped in privilege, you’ll never know what it took to get myself here and earn the name Tiberius IV, the greatest Tiberius in the long line of emperors. You’ll never know, what motivated this punk into a king and placed him inline to join a long line of champions, to the greatest champion of all. You may not understand me, but you’d best recognize where I’m coming from and what I’m about to do you. Drastik, expect me.

I think it's great, you know. This season has really come to be something special. You know something else, it's kind of like Senn said, believe it or not. That first year, you remember it alot, and I'm sure years from now when I'm able to look back and reflect, I'll remember these first couple of seasons I've spent on the most competitive brand in all of Elite Answers Wrestling. I'll remember the humble beginnings, where I like just about anyone, I was getting my feet wet, constantly learning who I truly was, what I was capable of to the near misses like Cash In the Vault last season. This season in particular, I still had ton of growing to do to get to this point, still do if you want honesty. Getting knocked down, only to pop back up like it was nothing, that has been something I've been able to pride myself on more than any victory, because trust me there were some defeats that were hard to digest at times. Territorial Invasion, where I just missed winning this title the first time around. Road To Redemption against Marx. I remember being able to reflect on that experience, and ultimately using it as the biggest springboard of my career to date, because if it were not for that defeat, I really don't know if I would have learned as much had I actually walked away a winner that night. Coming into this reign as National Elite Champion, I've been constantly bombarded by opponents lack of knowledge of what drives me, what keeps me going and getting stronger with each experience. Truthfully, it's as simple as simple can be? I love a challenge. I love the spirit of competition, and only professional wrestling can get me like that. The ignorance my opponents show toward me? I use it as motivation, and I love shoving it all back in their faces. Ignorance seems to fuel me, it makes me that much more willing to go out there and downright embarrass whoever it is that chooses to show it, and this week, how fortunate for me. More ignorance at my doorstep.

You're all over the place

...as usual.

Stark, after sifting through most of the drivel and excessive rambling that your last video comprised of, I came to one undeniable conclusion my man. The only arguments you truly have against me are not really arguments at all, just outlandish claims and subjective opinions based off of pure ignorance. It's great to see that you finally at least tried to come up with tangible ones, even if they are really not, and plus your claims can easily be debunked and rendered invalidated. Can destiny, and the many questions about it be loaded leaving a lot to be desired because of it's vagueness? Absolutely. Nearly everyone wants to believe in the concept. All it takes though are people like you, ones that live in misery constantly struggling to keep the dark out with temporary interventions like LSD. It's people like you that wholeheartedly believe you've been condemned to misery, with no real morals, no purpose, and almost see no point to life, that dismiss it altogether, and that's fucking pathetic! I guess apparently you love it so much, living that philosophy out in the day-to-day trenches hopelessly without fully realizing that it's not really helping you, but hurting you no matter how much LSD put into your system. Just like the last time, Stark, you've allowed your pride to slowly take shape this week. It's very clear to me now, that you just don't like when people give it to you straight, do you? You've never been underestimated this week, and if anything, Stark, it seems I've given you far too much credit for believing you had changed much from the last time, but it's quite clear that you haven't. I never underestimated you last time when you were an emotional mess when you thought I had, and you've convinced yourself that to be the case this time, and it's solely based on the your fragile state of mind that's filled with nothing but lingering thoughts of failure inside. Well, you will find out differently in that ring come Sunday, Stark. I didn't get this far because I underestimate people, trust me. I got this far doing "more" with "less" believe it or not, never letting anyone, myself included, tell me that I was not good enough. I've never told you that you weren't good enough to be here facing me, I've only stated how I didn't believe that you had put out enough effort to be. You will rightfully have your chance to prove me wrong on that at Pain For Pride, but it doesn't mean I ever thought you weren't worthy. I'm insecure? Stark, I have no problem excepting praise when it's warranted my friend, in fact I already reciprocated in that respect when I first spoke toward you this week, but low and behold all you focus on are things you don't like hearing. Then what do you do? You get defensive, even as you've already admitted your downtrodden career has never really measured up to even your own expectations. If I'm insecure, then you must be the advocate for it, because I've never seen someone as insecure as you in this business that has so much experience. Also if I resented you, Stark, what do I resent you for? For being able to climb this high without having to work for it as hard as I did? Stark, you're seriously clutching at straws with that shit! I'm happy my career has gone the way it has, as I have no waste in breath anytime I speak in saying so, Stark, because without all these experiences man, I wouldn't be able to stand here in this position right now. I wouldn't be able to even have a marquee spot on this Pain For Pride card. On Sunday, Stark, your so called Redemption is going to be halted, your momentum will be stopped just like the momentum of both Lars Grier, and Darkane before you. Their momentum was stopped, and from there they went on a downward spiral after challenging for this, the National Elite championship. They failed, because fate had other ideas for them, and it won't be any different for you this Sunday.

You have very little going for you as it is, and yet you go back to what seems to come naturally to you, and that's exalting yourself, prideful about this fabricated Redemption of yours. There is probably not a lot of people that have been following your career enough, Stark, to even understand what you are redeeming yourself from. The adversity you've faced outside the ring was all brought on by you, Stark. You've lost people important in your life, but you ultimately made the decisions you did. You lost faith, when it was faith that was supposed to save you from all the upheaval and dark times you went through. You just haven't ever been able to put it all together to really know what it is to succeed. That's why you are in the position you are in now, where very few follow you, and many doubt you. You come at me the first time with this false aura of yourself, trying to make it seem as though you were just on a whole different level than everyone else before you even had a legitimate claim to anything. This time you come at me with more of the same, admitting that you haven't paid your dues here in this, the biggest most notable company there is the sport of professional wrestling, and believe that you belong in this spot I occupy. You've deluded your own mind into believing that you, a broken man, whose emotions run amok are rightfully in a position, ready to move up higher, yet you believe you don't have to work as hard as others, simply believing that you are one of the best, and yet downplay what I've done and how hard it was to get here. That's just more ignorance. You can downplay what "REAL" hard work is? But in your backwards way of thinking you indirectly assume that just anyone can get to where we're at right now, and obviously that's just not the case, and you know it. Very few that worked hard enough to get here continue to work that much harder not only to stay here, but move up here. The irony in that is you've proven to be one of the ones that don't. You're one of the ones, Stark, iI was speaking of in my initial video about starting shit, and not finishing. If you ever want a legacy here, Stark, then you had better learn to finish what you start, and you think the National Elite Championship at Pain For Pride is a destination? Winning one match...one big match in your career doesn't establish a legacy, Stark. A legacy is built over time, and through consistently proving yourself the bigger each match happens to be. I'm still building a legacy here myself, but I'm going to keep at it, Stark. When next season rolls around, with or without this title in tow, I will continue to establish my legacy, and prove why the name Rex McAllister will always be a name to be reckoned with regardless of who is opposing him time and again, that part will never change.

As the week has wore on, Stark, it's been more contradictions, one after the other. This latest video from you shows just how much one can contradict themselves the longer they speak. You make no big thing out of what it is to truly work hard, anyone can work hard, right? Then you acknowledge my hard work later, and recognize that it has only got me where I am today, where many, yourself included, are giving chase just below me. Like I've said, you are simply all over the place, Stark, except at this point you have dwarfed yourself so much to the point that all I have to do is move on after this, taking another step in the direction on that path that my destiny has created for me, but before that, I have to take this step. I'll walk into Metlife, in front of legions of fans of my work, and do what I do best? Perform, Stark. I'll go out there, and I'll perform. I'll give everything I have with every fiber of my being, and I'll leave nothing on the table. When there is nothing left to give, I'll still find a way to outlast you, because well, I've only been doing so since my career started, which is pretty much when yours faded. You haven't found that balance, you have yet to rid yourself of the demons completely. Your emotions were all over the place this time, Stark. You may not be the kingslayer that wields his sword before me, your worse. Instead this week you've continuously shot yourself in the foot with your constant claims, and subjective opinions, never finding much of an argument to you can rightfully validate against me. You constantly changed the narrative to try and gain the upperhand this week. This isn't a redemption for you, or vindication, because that is only something that can happen in finally fulfilling your destiny, something I believe in, but you don't. You're not ready to fulfill your abilities at this time, and at Pain For Pride you will fall, and it's going to hurt, but if you stick around after this, pick yourself back up and are able to reflect on this experience you are about to partake in, I think in the end you will end up looking at it in a positive light, having learned something else that you can take with you going forward. Believe in that. 


Believe.

"Lethal Consequences, if this match doesn't do a damn lick of good for the person who wins it, than why are you even bothering to show up?"

Because they put me in this match. Trust me, wrestler I already forgot the name of because I copied and pasted this quote, if it was up to me you'd never say my name ever. But although I advertise myself as an all-powerful being that controls the fate of every person in EAW, suprisingly, I AM NOT! My goodness, I know. I don't pull that move, y'all, and by now I think I've said that well enough.

Also a pay day. The money is okay. I bet I'm being payed more than you.

And I came back. In my head it was a lot cooler. I expected to have some cool opponent in front of me, or at least one instead of 75. I wanted a cool return to showcase a veteran at Pain For Pride. I'm not saying that this isn't a cool comeback, or this isn't what I expected, or that this is a waste of my talent and that I'm completely deflated that my Pain For Pride 10 match is in a 24/7 Battle Royal... but I'm saying exactly all of that. But like I said, life is a game of cards, not dice. The dice were rolled shitty for me, but these cards in my hand are malleable. And I'm going to continue to keep bending these rules until I can come off as content. 

And it's also one thing I've never done before. The bright side, lookatit! I don't lie to you all unless I am lying to you on purpose, and during this match buildup I don't believe have, and I'm not lying when I say I would like to win this. But I never get my hopes up for anything. There's no being let down that way. Even when I've been in this shit for 9 years I never expect anything.

This is the point in the promo, where if you were good, would call me out for that line because in every other promo I said I get anything when I want. Contradiction is life; show me where the fault lies and I'll jump on it. 

That's if you were good. 

We're close to it. The BIG DAY! MY huge day! Sike. Got 'em. But I am somewhat excited. I would be more excited if the shit I had envisioned when I approached brass months ago was coming to fruition. Maybe I'll run up on some other match? Make it fun for myself? Probably not. Like I said, I'm not in control of much besides the guise I fool you all with every time I open my mouth. Master of deceit and of deeze skeeze. I want it to pass. I want it to be over. I want Midsummer Massacre back. I can't wait until I never speak to any of you again. I can't wait until I actually have stake in what I'm doing, and not giving my best effort on what is a futile attempt. I can't wait until whoever wins wins and gets out of my sight. 

I can't wait until Pain For Pride 11. 

I'm salty at 10. 

What else is new? EAW. EAW. EAW....

 

 
(While the Hall of Fame ceremony is going on, Cloud chose to spend some time in the currently empty MetLife Stadium. She’s seen walking with a cup of coffee as she walks towards the ring)

 
C9 Productions presents


 
Cloud: Pain for Pride. The place where dreams are either made or go to die.
 

In association with the EAW Network and SNK


 
(Cloud climbs into the ring, and stares at the empty seats with a look of longing on her face.)
 
Cloud: While everyone else is celebrating the legacy of established stars, I’m plotting my course to immortality. What stands in my way are former allies, some newbies, and a women whose earned my ire.
 

24/7: Pain for Pride X


 
Cloud: This woman wears the mask of the nonchalant, but I see her for who she is.
 

Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda


 
Cloud: This woman thinks she knows me, my struggles, and what makes me who I am.
 

Episode 4
 

Cloud: There’s only one woman in this match who knows me better than myself.
 

Stay Woke
 

Cloud: It’s a woman who I spilled blood with. A woman who took everything from me after I left it all in the ring. Once again I have to face her, but no longer on her terms. Here I am going through a period of deja vu. The match is the same, but what’s different are my emotions. My heart is no longer clouded - no pun - by misguided rage. My wrath is zero focused on a She assumes I’m woman who insinuates that I am sleeping around, therefore cheating on the girl I love. She believes that I’m attempting to construct some race war, when in fact all I did was call her out on her bullshit. She even admits it herself. She was looking for a payday, nothing more, nothing less.
 
(sips her coffee and puts it down)
You know how much that pisses me off April Song!? The rest of us in that locker room sacrifice day in and day motherfucking out to aspire to be something more than we were the day before! We sacrifice blood, sweat, tears! We sacrifice time with our family, relationships, and everything else under the sun to answer one simple stupid fucking question: Am I good enough? It may be a question foolish to most, but real athletes, real warriors, understand! This is why you irritate me to no end! There you are on your high horse, insulting the likes of Haruna Sakazaki and Azumi Goto who fought long and hard to get to where they are! That’s why I keep messing with you! I know that YOU know that you don’t belong here sweets. And this is coming from someone who’ve always felt left out in that locker room! I love Aria to death, but I know our friendship will never be the same. I know because of my actions nobody will trust me the same again on either side of my life, but IF there’s anything I know is that I don’t want to be anywhere else!
 
(Cloud picks up the coffee and takes another sip)
 
You keep playing yourself by being something you're not. Who knows, maybe there’s a part of you that wants to be apart of this world. But, I guarantee you that your half-ass won’t get you close to that title shot! You don’t stand a chance against Aria, Cam, or Cailin. They are the finest of our division, and you’re just a new baby, fresh to the game. But yet you keep running your mouth while acting passive aggressive ala Haruna in 2016. Been there, done that sweets. I already had that feud. And from the looks of things (sips) I won that dispute. But one thing I can say about her is that she knows who exactly she is at all times. Everyone here does- everyone but you. You have to understand April Song that these words that I speak mean everything to me. You had to hear this to me- I SACRIFICED TIME SPENT WITH MY LADY JUST TO TELL YOU THESE THINGS YOU HARD HEADED PIECE OF- OoOoO!
 
(breaths heavily)
 
I’m sorry, but accusing me of cheating was the last straw. Something I thought I lost has come back to me. I’m not going to let someone like you ruin it. You might be tough April Song, but you’re not strong. Not the way Maddie is. Not the way Alexis is. Not the way I am. Honestly, I can only foresee one of us three being the last standing- but you best know that it will be me. Anyways, I don’t want to spend too much time on your sorry ass, but I’m wise to your bullshit April Song. You’re right- I don’t like you. I don’t hate you, but I don’t like you. Perhaps, I never will.
 
(Cloud sighs)
 
Tomorrow I’m going to redeem myself. I’m getting that number one contendership and prove that I am that damn good. The time of my Ascension draws near. 
 
(Cloud turns to the camera slightly. Only her left eye can be seen while her blue-streaked hair covers the right eye. There’s a coldness in her stare, similar to the look she had at Terminus.)
 
You’re the first sacrifice April Song. Stay woke.

(Cloud continues drinking her coffee as the camera pulls back, showing the dark and empty Metlife Stadium.)

[The scene opens up in a dark room with light coming from a television placed on top of a box. Drastik is seated, slouched back in a chair as he rewinds and fast-forwards through tape of old Tiberius Jones matches and promo packages. He tilts his head and listens to some of the early words that Tiberius Jones had for some of his past opponents. He makes a face and pauses the recording, catching an image of Tiberius with a big, cheesy smile toward the camera. Drastik begins speaking.]
 
Throughout the week, the theme that’s stuck around no matter what I’ve had to say to you, Tiberius has been change. I spent so much of my life thinking that some things would never change—that people are bound to their qualities whether good or bad, that they remain who they were from the days as children. But, in truth, it’s a coping mechanism. People don’t like change. It’s why they hang onto guys who were around a decade ago despite their failures way back when. It’s why some people refuse to leave their jobs despite how they’ve lost the fire burning inside of them when they were just starting out. Feelings change. Opinions change. People change. No matter how much we deny it, change is happening right in front of us. Ten years ago, when I was preparing for my first Pain for Pride, I didn’t have anything to lose and I knew it. Sure, the match meant the world to me because competition pumped through my veins more than anything else, but if I lost that match, there would always be another day, there would always be another chance. Both Captain Charisma and I went on to have storied careers, but that didn’t matter to me back then. I won’t deny that I may have felt some level of naiveté back then, but now I’m different because time changes people, Tiberius. Experiences change people. I know that you or anyone else can tell that the Rated R Shaman of Sexy who debuted years and years ago is completely different than the EAW Champion that is heading into the main event of Pain for Pride in a matter of days. But I’m not here to talk about how I’ve changed, because we know how already. But you, Tiberius, your change is so much subtler because you haven’t been here for the past decade under a microscope, having people write about you or debate aspects of your character or rank you over and over again. In the short time you’ve been here, though, you’ve change so much. Look at this boy on the screen. Look at that smile. You may try to tell me that that’s the same person that I’m facing this Sunday, but I already told you countless times that I’ve taken the opportunity to study you this time around. I’m not going to make the same mistake that I did months ago at King of Elite and take you lightly. It might seem like I’ve just paused this bit of your video package to paint you as some goofball in an out of context setting, but it goes deeper than the smile. In fact, I’m not trying to paint you as some sort of jester that was more interested in the goofs and the gaffs than any sort of success. It’s quite the opposite, actually. This, Tiberius, was you before success.
 
This was your hunger.
 
There’s a sixth sense that the experienced pick up on that allows them to see the people who want it more. Talent can be noticed by any analyst or novice or couch general manager, but heart is something that you can only be able to tell from the experience of facing hundreds or thousands of people over and over again. Maybe you were written off at this point and told that your ceiling was only so high, but Tiberius, I can guarantee you that I know by looking at you hear, by listening to what you’re saying, that you had that heart. When your skills caught up to your heart, you were able to defy the odds and become something at all. You were no longer some kid that was in over his head. You had your name etched in history. You were able to call yourself King of Elite when only a handful of people in this company’s history have been able to do that. Even I can’t say I was that. That hunger led you to the kind of destiny that you’ve pumped yourself up on your entire life—I can even hear about them here in these packages. I looked at one of your first, months and months and months ago when you compared your opponents to comic book heroes and villains. How innocent. Now I’m not one to care for comics or anything, but I know of them well enough to wonder why you don’t hold yourself to this same standard—how you can blame guys like Cyclone and Heart Break Boy and Brian Daniels of being reinvention of comic book characters when you, yourself, are just that. You’re the boy who was neglected and cast aside. You’re the one that had to fight every single day to stay afloat. You’re the one that has let that chip on your shoulder grow in size more and more until you’ve become lopsided—you’ve become completely jaded. You have become sick and tired of what you once had to do and now you want to pretend to be one of the elite—one of the super heroes or villains, whichever doesn’t matter to you. For once, you want to have hype around you and be able to live up to it instead of have your wheels spin for months without any ground gained. You know how these comic book stories end up, Tiberius—I’m sure you remember. The hero who loses sight of who he was falters at the feet of his greatest challenge.
 
Sunday will be your greatest challenge. It’s not going to be your greatest challenge because I am the EAW World Champion. It’s not going to be your greatest challenge because I have been doing this for the last decade of my life. It’s not going to be your greatest challenge because I have succeeded in every single capacity there is to measure. It’s going to be your greatest challenge because you have awoken a beast inside of me that has stayed dormant my entire life. This change inside of me, Tiberius, is your greatest challenge. And this change won’t let history repeat itself. The king shall fall, just as all things do to change.
 
[The screen quickly cuts off. Solid, white text flashes on the screen before the package concludes.]
 
SAIL

I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, and most ruthless champion there's ever been. There's no one can stop me. Ares is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever. There's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth. There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat Robbie's children. Praise be to Allah!

CLOSING STATEMENTS: CODY MARSHALL'S BLIND PATRIOTIC BITCH ASS - PAIN FOR PRIDE X III


Boy, do I love John Deere. And pickup trucks. And the good ol' savior Jesus Christ! Maybe I got Cody's attention once again. He really got offended when I called him a redneck but like he said himself, he is. So what was the big deal? You admit you're a bigoted idiot, that's fine. That little match at Reckless Wiring was nothing to me and I did land some shots, thank you very much. Sure all that alcohol is getting to your head. That was a fluke win for whoever the hell won it. I don't even remember it was such an irrelevant match. But that was before my little leave of absence, I had stuff going on more important than that. But that's not what we should be focused on. You've made quite the gimmick out of being the typical hick and seeing nothing wrong with America in 2017. The common white republican. Fools. I don't do politics but I know it's all bullshit and that racism is still alive and well. Why don't you be woke like me, eh? Anyway, I don't need this match like you do, Marshall. I have plenty of time and KNOW I will be receiving plenty of opportunities you can only dream of. Didn't Lucas Johnson beat you? Pitiful, bro. Come on over to Dynasty and I'll show you the real Jacob Moore and that I don't need God to do ANYTHING I want to do. Your whole life is based on some shit in a book you fucking cuck. God isn't real. It's 2017 who even still believes that? Think for yourself. You know, I'm a devout member of the Church of Satan. But do we worship the devil? No. There's misconceptions that punks like you believe because a book told you to. Pussies. We think for ourselves and believe in ourselves. We don't need any god from any religion to tell us how to live our lives. And, the Satanic Rules of the Earth make one hundred times more sense compared to the shit Ten Commandments which is outdated among many other mistakes. I've been in churches, my ass went to catholic school but it's brainwashing. Just like you've brainwashed yourself and all five of your fans into believing you're basically the second coming of Jesus and wrestling's Donald Trump. Cheap. We'll see if the BURNIN' 'MERICAN PRIDE INSIDE YOU is enough to eliminate thirty other guys tomorrow night. Fuck your church, fuck your God, he's not gonna save your ass. Religion is for motherfuckers who can't own up to their mistakes so they say some bullshit like "it's what God wanted". God wanted you to get drunk and beat your wife? God wanted Jeffrey Dahmer to kill and eat people? God wanted war and poverty? God wanted you to come here, open your mouth, speak my name and make yourself look like even more of an uneducated idiot? INCREDIBLE. See you tomorrow, preacher man. Oh, and I'd be glad to move out of this current hell hole and go back to the Netherlands, that place was awesome. You gonna help me pack, buy my plane tickets, and buy my new home? Fuckin' dickhead.

A week ago I may have been right. I may have been right about the fire that once burned in the core of Cody Marshall - but, I’m not now. A spark has been created and with it came the fire that once drove you forward; the power of an opportunity is something that’s absolutely amazing. You find reason to continue the moment something is tangled right in front of you; you may know in the pit of your stomach that you’re never going to grasp it, but it gives you enough hope to drag yourself out of bed and put everything you can into it. I’ve never understood why. I can’t understand why people need to be motivated in this mind of manner. They’ll forced themselves through the foul taste of failure constantly and never do anything about it - and the moment that there is something to gain, they’re a new person. You could put it down to greed; I mean, it’s definitely something that forces most towards that cliff leading into pit of mediocrity in its purest form, But there has to be more to it. Their failure should drive themselves forward. Their need to be more than they are should be what drives them forward. I could be so content with the things that I’ve done throughout the last four months, but I’m not. I have a greater resume and any other person standing in my position, and no, that isn’t adding the Hall of Famers or former World Champions into the bunch. I wanted more. I didn’t have to wait until an opportunity was offered before I did so. You’re fired up now, Cody, but I have no doubts that it has a timer that comes with it. It’s more like a hourglass, and all of the sand has almost reached the bottom. Pain for Pride isn’t going to change that. You’re going to burst through that curtain at Pain for Pride, but that’s where it ends. You’ll fail again. You’ll slump your shoulders and hang your head down low in shame. The whisper that your voice becomes turns to silence, until there’s nothing left of the man that once wanted to make Showdown great again. Pain for Pride is a place where dreams come true; where legends are created. But, in so many cases, not just yours Cody; Pain for Pride will go down as the place where the broken pieces of your career shatters to complete nothingness.

Time ticking away and Pain for Pride is approaching quickly. Have no fear; this is the last time that I will speak before the event. I’m tired; tired of speaking, but I’m content. I’ve almost got everything that I wanted to say off my chest. I have a million things running through my mind; I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t have those butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. The spirit of competition; the spirit of Pain for Pride is beginning to pump through my veins. I expected this to be a pushover. I expected this to be a guarantee, and I still may be right. But, I hope that it’s not. I want a challenge. I want my first real challenge in this company. I am confident. I have every single right to be. Jon McAdams, I gave you an ounce of respect - but, you’ve proven that even that was far too much. Darkane; we’ve gone through the same constant story so many time that I’ve honestly just become bored. I scared Scott Diamond into silence. Sheridan Muller hasn’t spoken since I compared German Efficiency with the failure that Germany has faced in the past - proving it to be the farce that it really is. I’ve turned this throwaway battle royal into a spectacle. Just from the power of my voice. Line up, boys and girls for making your time at Pain for Pride so much more than it should be. Take pride in the fact that you’re another piece of the puzzle of the rise of Theron Nikolas! The time has finally come! The time where I take everything that I have deserved for months. Nobody will take this away from me. I’ll look down at every name; the disappointment covering their face and I’ll know that I earned every single piece of it. This is the lowest that you will ever see Theron Nikolas at Pain for Pride. I’m shooting for the stars. I’m becoming everything that I’m already on my way to be.