You sure have a way of showing your support “mentor”, but this isn't about our relationship and how you've supported me. This is about moving forward and our prior history is what influences so much bad blood, I never needed you to care, you were out chasing adventures with your buddies thinking you was the bane of federations while I had to pick up the slack you left. You picked Ares over me because you can relate to the coward punk bastard, you can relate to him because he's a snake, he'll quickly stab anyone in the back to get ahead and you are just as much of a snake as he is. You see yourself in a coward and you are proud to admit that? You've fallen further than I thought. You and Ares are prostitutes who deserve each other the most, that's what you are and nobody has been a throne in your sides and was going to put you two in the ground the way Diamond Cage is going to at Kingsroad. You think I care about your legacy? I could give a fuck, I gave you a taste of your own medicine at Pain for Pride, I showed you and Ares that as you stand with your bravado, as you stand like you are untouchable, even someone like me who doesn't do “enough” in your eyes still has the balls to tell you to go fuck yourself. I didn't give a damn about that match, I surely didn't give a fuck who it was against, CM Banks was right about you. You were always his bitch and you felt the need to make everyone else your bitch including me and I was just the one who wasn't going to take it, see I'm the one who will spit in your face, I'm the one who doesn't give a damn who you are to me or what you have accomplished. All of that can end in ten seconds Jaywalker, and it will by my hands because this is what you want, an end fitting for a maverick like yourself who has seen it all my a rogue guy who knows there's no salvation for a guy like me. I dug myself quite a hole didn't I mentor? Should I ask you how to get myself out of holes? Do I slither like a thief in the night and rely on someone younger to me to make me feel like I am what I use to be? No at Pain for Pride I broke a chain, it wasn't my decline, Pain for Pride was my rebirth, it was a rebirth for me to break the chain of waiting for you to give me some torch, I'm going to end your career in a last man standing match and take the torch and burn everything you've worked for down to the ground to a pile of rubble around you and the only thing that will be left is the memory of who caused your sudden depravity. ME! For someone who talks so much about people living in fairytales you are the biggest myth of them all, you are the myth of lies, the myth of deceit and the moment you receive it you can't handle it, if anyone else were to cross you, I bet you could easily get rid of them. But me? Nah, see unlike anyone else in this company, I welcome this war and it's a shame it has to end because I never get tired of punching you in the face, I never get tired of making you feel pain that isn't enough to justify what you've done to so many others. But as I've said I'm every bit the scumbag you are, I'm every bit the piece of trash you are and I'm very much the predator that you use to be, I don't know whether to hate you or envy you because you are such a piece of shit. But then it dawns on me why I have to kick your ass and make sure that you not only get up for just the count of ten but you don't get up at all. 

The name Jaywalker has always had protection, you've always been protected, you've never stood in this ring and fight like a man, you fought today to make it to tomorrow, I commend you, you've carved out a nice legacy for yourself, but you picked a war. You asked for a war, you wanted a war with an unstoppable war machine who isn't on the decline but gets better everyday, and yeah I've gotten my ass kicked by you and the Triumvirate, but I've always gotten back up. You hunt for something you just can't kill and now you are in my headlights, nothing between us but space and the fact that we know the man who loses this match will not rise to his feet. Normally I'd take a comparison to Robbie V as some sort of disrespect, comparing me to a guy who considered himself an emperor, but knowing that Robbie V has kicked your ass numerous times does me enough justice to know that I don't mind being compared to Robbie V even if he's given us his gift of the world which is Ares Vendetta. I don't care that you picked Ares Vendetta over me, this isn't about who you've picked over me, this is about one of us getting the end that we need. We've been at this for years, you've only cared when you could get yourself into a spotlight, preaching your propaganda to the world and people would listen because of the mystique, the aura you have around you is greatness, deep down. You are a shell of what you use to be, feeble, your bones break easier, you are spineless, standing on your own two feet when the guy you are after is on his last legs and you can swoop and pick the bones clean. That's what you are reduced to, you use to command respect, blazing trails but now you follow them. You are a man who is proud of what he is done, it is so deliciously evil I can't even be mad, I'm happy you've done what you've done and got off free, I'm happy you've managed to just escape with out some sort of penance, because it is going to be so much sweeter to take your head off with whatever I can get my hands on, it's going to be so much easier to put the final nail in your coffin. It's going to be so much easier to put the story of Diamond Cage and Jaywalker to rest, you've escaped penance by the skin of your teeth but I'm afraid when you asked for this Last man Standing match, you set the coffin up, you had it all arranged and now you have to lay in it, you won't escape now, you won't get off free, if anything Jaywalker, you'll burn, hell we'll burn because I know a man like you always has a plan, but it won't be enough. The mentor who knows so much, the one thing you haven't taught me is how to stay down, how to live and fight another day. But I wouldn't have it any other way, I'm proud of what I did at Pain for Pride even though it's brought nothing in my life but hell, I'm proud of throwing you off a stage at Territorial Invasion, and I'll be proud of ridding the world of another scumbag.

I understand how this business work and that’s why I never walk away from this company. You gave me a great detail how this company work, POP. Despite how much of an arsehole you are, you still have a heart for this company. I kinda disagree with your statement though. In my honest opinion, we are the one who should be getting better everyday, not this company. How could we make our company better if we can't even improve our own self first? That’s what I call a challenge. That’s what I call a change. That’s what I call a motivation. You can name it anything want. What I'm trying to say is that the reason why I never walk away from this company is because I like the challenges, I want to make a change for myself, and I have a motivation to evolve and improve myself. Is that good enough for you, POP? No matter how many times you gonna insult me, I will not stop myself until I become the new National Elite Champion. My hatred towards you are also another reason why I can't stop myself. You are a jerk, POP, no wonder why the fans are turning on you. 

You want me to stop to talk about our past matches? It's just a prove that you acknowledge me as the better man between two of us. That fact alone is driving you crazy. But ok, let’s pretend that this is our first meeting againts each-others, that’s what you want right? Truthfully, if this is our first encounter againts each-others, I'd put myself as the underdog in this match. Stark beat me and you beat him. How could I beat you if I couldn’t beat Stark? That’s what’s I'm gonna ask to myself. The reality is kinda different though. Stark has beaten me and you have beaten Stark. You also have beat me in the Chamber match and I have beaten you in a Ring of Fire match. It's odds but that’s what happened. I admit, you have the most impressive record between the three of us, but that doesn’t make you automatically better than me and Stark. But then again, if you do retain  your title at Kingsroad, do you think I will dissapear from your life? Nah son. As long as you are the champion, I'm going to keep coming after you. No matter what the odd is, I will always want to be a champion that everyone can proud off. The fans has done so much to me, it's my time to pay their kindness. I want to do it at Kingsroad, so be prepared for countless strong haymakers from me. I'm not joking, I know what I'm talking about.

If you don’t care about your losing streaks, then why would you try to make an excuse that you are capable to move on and bounce back so quickly? It's obviously you care. I do think that you are 100% focused on your retaining your title thought and  that’s something I expect from you. I know how great you are, therefore I'm looking forward to beat you in your best days. What could I do to beat you though? What could I do is bringing everything I have in my arsenal to beat you. I'm sure I have what it takes to beat you and Stark, just like how you have what it takes to beat me and Stark. I don’t expect you to leave your throne so easily, POP, therefore, I'll use my hands instead to dethrone you.

Let’s see how arrogant you are when I beat you right in the middle of the ring. Pinning you or making you tap out, it doesn’t matter. Either way, I'm going to beat you cleanly. That’s the codes that I have inside the ring. That way, I can feel better when I finally become the new National Elite Champion. We don’t know how the match would work, POP but it's obvious that the three of us want to win. We all don't want to give up and surrender so easily, therefore, your second grade insults won't make me stop myself. This is my time to win the gold because I'm ready to bring my A-Game, are you POP?

To quote one of my favourite superhero of all time: It's Clobberin Time!

To acquire that of which you seek, mastering what you know and building on it go hand in hand. It's not something we come in to this business already well versed on, it's not something that is taught. Our experiences becoming our extension between blissfully unaware and undeniably knowledgeable. Knowledge is power, just as a crown is in granting us just that in return, allowing us to acquire more. 

One will do anything to achieve the greatness they long for.

The other, the antagonist, that will stop at nothing to make that dream die once and for all.

Makes me look on in envy in a way.

I'm not at that type of crossroads in my career, with an opportunity in front of me that's meant to lead me nowhere. The other end of the Showdown bracket seems riveting and worth a peek with every intense word that leaves onlookers wanting more. Being without someone within my cross hairs that's dangerous, someone whose meant to bring my world crumbling down before me, no. Not with someone like you, Jack. Someone like you will always that over analyzer that has so many different reasons for why someone, from your point of view, is not fit to be at your level, and you'll run with any type of reaction you can receive with hopeless retorts. I say hopeless, because at this point with the stakes as high as they are, it's no surprise to me at all that you would be looking to avenge your partner's unfortunate loss in this tournament, and using that as your motivation by placing it as one your top priorities. I feel it's only made you that much more predictable to say the least. However, this week, it's not going to be about what you're doing, but what others are going to do, what I will do. What I will do is break this down for a little better for you, so that once you walk away from this experience more enriched and knowledgeable, there can then be no more misconceptions about me or the position I currently hold and why I do. See, a whole lot can happen over the span of two years, you'd be surprised. You wish to down play what I've managed to accomplish, but you do so foolishly when you only have but the bare basics of my career, but you've not lived it. Little do you seem realize, that beyond your tiny bubble you fashion as 'living the good life', this place being the real life monopoly that it is gives us every opportunity from the start of the word 'GO', to 'roll the dice' or in laymen make a choice once we've reached one destination or the next so-on and so forth as we journey around the board, or in this case the company. Buying property, or owning railroads is no different then taking responsibility for the legacy your building, making it stand up, and how it holds up over time as you seek to defend it at all costs. When you make choices, stand by your words, the promises you make. Showing that you are looking at the ultimate prize for your troubles, and there is some risk involved since others want what you've earned for yourself, and most play this strategically anyways, so sometimes you have to lose something and hope to break even at worst to avoid 'bankruptcy', or be put down for good. The ideal theory of such a concept is just a small reason why I've gotten this far in the dance, Jack. The other part? Being able to take cognizance of how others play their hand on a regular basis week in and week out. At the bare minimum, I want you to at least show me that you can take me to my limits in a drag out back and forth heavyweight bout. I want you to show me that what you did two weeks ago, Jack, can be done again. You've beaten me, you've advanced in this tournament, so in that sense you've kind of put your name out, that you are worth more people's time, and now with that comes their expectations. They want you to prove that once wasn't just some fluke occurrence that took place, but something that was always meant to be because of what you possess on the inside and out. In my mind, that crown is as good as mine until you prove that you can take it away, take this opportunity from me through a 'roll the dice' theory, but for two years now everyone has failed in their efforts, and here I stand unfazed, undeterred, feeling infallible until you show me that can make lightning strike twice.

I will roll the dice many times over, lap you this week, and take from you just as I have with others like it was nobody's business.

Now let's get to you. I can tell you are quite comfortable with position you hold within this company. You've been at this for just over a year, and you see no end in sight. Everything you've ever sought after has become yours; you've achieved it in spades. Win this week, and the opinions of many will be changed while your name is given even more attention, more respect. You become the object of the small chatter that brings noise levels just a tad bit higher, just as I was able to accomplish last season by advancing to the semifinals as part of this brand. You're that wild card in all of this that can change the whole complexion, changing everyone's thinking on how this tournament could end if everything plays out accordingly for you, but things don't always pan out the way we would've hoped. Sometimes all of our hopes that we hinge on assumptions and promises is what my career and your career has been comprised from. The question is, whose assumptions and promises go on to live up to every last word that we tell to the audience, as those of the others fall on deaf ears? It's easy to talk a big game, to talk down, because here in our world there are no consequences to the words we speak until we lock up in that ring where we are to leave that lasting impression that makes all those words stand up. I'm looking at you, Jack, and honestly I don't see your hype, your place in the Grand scheme of things being prevalent. I see this being a one time deal, something you will throw away and forget about after you have been defeated this week just as your partner was the last. You thought it wise to surprise me this week by showing you at least want a say in this tournament, but it's about time for someone to show you how to really go after something you've not achieved before, something other than what you already have that has far more worth to it, that can add more to a legacy than anything you've achieved so far in your short career. Perhaps you see it from a different point of view, and that's perfectly fine by me. Perhaps to you, I'm just a simple pawn in all of this, but when this is over you will be singing a different tune.

And I'll be that simple pawn that becomes a king.

Every day that I wake up, I tell myself if I don't get better today then I've failed myself. For some reason a lot of people out there seem to believe that I am into this for the wrong reasons. They may say that I don't have my head into the game or some crap like that. Meanwhile, if you were to ask anyone who is close to me they would tell you that is the furthest from the truth. Any free time that I have, I try to find a gym or a room to work on my craft. EAW just isn't a job or an occupation for me; it's a lifestyle. You just can't simply walk into an EAW arena and expect to clock in and out. That's not how it works. In order to reach the top of the mountain in this company, you must literally live to make this company better. That's the reason that I am here. When I first got back a lot of naysayers swore that it was just another short thrill ride for the Prince of Phenomenal. They said that it was no way that I would recover from my last departure. Honestly, I was shocked. I was shocked that after the few years I spent holding this company together and putting my health on the line that people wold turn on me. Me?? The Prince! The guy who had no problem going out there each and every week putting his well-being on the line for bunch of people he didn't know. That's me! Entertainment first. Health second. Don't get me wrong when I say this, I would proudly do all of it again. In a heartbeat. Instead, this time I would do it my way and my way only. In fact, from this moment forward, things are going to start going how I want around here. No more mister nice guy. It's open season on any motherfucker who attempts to cross me. Level up. 


That's right. It's open season on the entire EAW roster. I am sick of tired of people in my ear doubting what I can do. I look around this roster and all I see is food. And boy am I ready to eat. Now it's time for me to get back to my match this weekend. You're such a sad little man, Nobi. We've been over this time and time again, but yet you still continue to talk about matches from the past. Let me say-- no, let me scream it again! None of my or your previous matches will have any type of effect on our match at Kingsroad. Let's just pretend like this is the first time we're facing each other. Can we do that? Please? Like I said before, I am the man you strive to be. You won't beat me for my championship because you can't beat someone who you idolize. On the other hand, I guess I do have to worry about Stark popping in and ruining everything in this match. Then again, why should we even pretend like he's going to be a factor in this match anyway? For some reason you seem to think that this is where your story starts to get good. This is where the reader really starts to get glued to your story. The fact of the matter is, we've already read this book before. It's the same old boring book that needs to be thrown away. I must say that I am impressed with how you're able to get out of the bed i the morning. With a face like yours, I'd find myself getting closer to the edge each and every day. I guess I'm learning more and more about you everyday. However, none of that will matter when that bell rings. There won't be any more time for taking like we're doing now. The only thing I'm going to be focused on is making you regret ever thinking you could stand a chance against me. 


The proof is in the pudding. The proof that I can bounce back from anything will be clear as day soon enough. You keep talking about matches I've lost recently and honestly it's all a big blur to me. Meaning, that I don't give a fuck. The only thing I'm focused on is retaining my National Elite Championship. It's the only thing that matters tome at this point. So while you continue to dwell on things that don't concern you, I'll have no problem reminding you why I was once the poster boy of this company. Most importantly, I'll have no problem reminding you why I am indeed the undisputed National Elite Champion of the World. What can you do about that? There's no logical answer to that question because even you don't know it. Why do you think that you could beat me? Because I'm sitting here and I am drawing blanks. For the life of me I don't understand why people like you walk through that door and expect good things to happen to you. That's not how life works. That's not how EAW works. Especially when you're facing a talent like me. I am not the one you want to face when there's a championship on the line. You should know by now that I will do anything to protect what is mine. One of those things happens to be the National Elite Championship. So in other words, don't expect for it to leave my possession any time soon.

I can’t wait to get in the ring with you, Goldilocks. Seriously - after days of going back and forth I finally get to see how much damage being away from Empire has done to you. You may have seen Aria and I arguing about whether or not she’s a hundred percent for our much. The truth is, a wrestler who is ‘ring ready’ is never a hundred percent. To be physically fresh means it’s been months since your body hit the ropes, or that you’ve taken a bump. The irony is that to be properly accustomed to fighting in the squared circle; your body must be honed to take punishment. Of course, too much punishment can break you before it builds you. You just need the right amount of training and preparation to be considered “ring ready”. The mere fact that you had to resort to cheap tactics against Chelsea showed me that you are not ring ready, Sher. Can you kick out of Cloud City - my patented straight-jacket German suplex that I’ve perfected? Chelsea did. Why? Because she was freaking ring ready! Will you be able to escape from my Blasian Sunrise or rolling kneebar? If you’re not ring ready, you won’t. With all this yapping, all I see is a woman who is not ready to go one-on-one with the Fist of God, wielder of the Final Heaven, the innovator of the Chimeraplex, inheritor of the title of “Goddess of Puroresu”! Some call me sensei, others call me senpai, and come tomorrow night, you will call me YOUR LORD AND F*bleep*KING SAVIOR, Goldilocks!  Enough with the games and arrogant tirades - I’m here for a fight; I want you to give me one hell of a warm-up before my battle with Ms. Jaxon. 

(Cloud takes out a bottle of beer and takes out a sip)

I’m going to destroy your soul Goldilocks. I’m going to devour you whole and not in the good way that Monica likes. This is a different type of dining experience, sweets. This fight is about finishing the job, something I’ve should have done back in September. I may call Cailin’s physical therapy center and warn them that business is about to pick up! I’m going to curb stomp your face into the mat, go all Detroit Rock City on your spine so that you can get a taste of what fighting the Vixen Killer is like. Beating you to a bloody pulp will not only send a message to Aria, but to anyone else who dares underestimate The War Queen of EAW, co-founder of The Zaibatsu. I will break you, and it’ll be for your good, sweets. You’ll be ring ready and primed to reclaim your former glory. Until then, this story isn’t about you - it’s about me, Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda and my rise to power. Aria had her chance, and I was willing to back her all the way. Now, it’s time for her to move aside and watch me take flight.

(Takes a sip)

That’s God - or rather, time to fly. This is a Matsuda production after all. Victory is decided to those who know the battlefield, and from where I’m standing you’re unfamiliar with Empire’s new landscape. So get to the back of the line and watch them knock down the rest of the roster like dominoes. Do they want to see a Queen? I’ll show them what it means to run s*bleep*t. I’ve played the waiting game, ran beside those more deserving; all I see now are broken dreams and lost promises. Sheridan Müller, your days in My Empire are numbered. German Efficiency is dead - overshadowed by a Blasian Sunrise. This tale is about more than your blood feud with Tarah Nova; this is the tale of two queens - one who leads the New Guard and a defector who became a War Queen.

Stay woke, Goldilocks.

Tie Your Mother Down


Oye Oye, Azumi. That’s pretty smart of you. Telling everyone to hold their breath until you get what you deserve, basically using your inability to win a championship to suffocate all of us. I mean, maybe I don’t know how it works because I’ve never been at the top, but the fact is you and Haruna couldn’t even work together to beat Aria Jaxon speaks volume about how capable you are of ever being a champion, and I doubt you and Haruna would be able to eliminate 8 other women. Hell I’m willing to bet if you had 2 or 3 Harunas, you’d still wouldn’t be able to win. Don’t think I’m not on to you, Azumi. Cloning Asians and creating an army of wrestlers. I’ve seen the tech to make clones. It’s real damn it. Sheeps, Babies, Star Wars. It’s damn real. It’s true! It’s true! Now I don’t mean to discredit your reputation as a competitor, but unfortunately, you’ve already beaten us all to the punch. Haruna is better. Just saying.
 
Who else, who else? Ah, Ms. Valentine. Hells yeah I’ll be there to fuck things up. Don’t be surprised if you don’t catch me by the entrance way handing out shots as you all make your way to the ring and holding Savannah up for a keg stand. Truly, only you understand what I am about and I respect that, damn it.
 
Daisy Thrash? Why does that sound so familiar? Didn’t we tag up or something before, but you found a new ho to play with while I was going places. I mean, from the sounds of things, someone here is a little jealous of me. Hoo hoo hoo. Should had stuck around with me, I guess, but wasn’t like you had a choice because I honestly forgot you even exist. For some time, I thought you were a figment of my imagination when I was fighting against Sydney St. Clair and Megan Raine. And this match you are talking before, like, gurl, I can’t even remember what I wore last week, like I have two outfits now. The one for Brody and the one I always wear with my leather jacket. So you are telling me that you are real? Wow, wow. You just blew my mind, Daisy. I knew it! I knew it! Someone was eating my snickerdoodles and you had me believed that I just didn’t remember when I was drunk. But you know what? That isn’t a bad thing, because It means I’m not a big enough loser to come up with a fake person that was even jealous of how well I was doing, when all this time, you were just some girl trailing behind me. But lucky for you, you got a great view of my ass and after this battle Royal and beyond, you can keep staring at it.
 
And what is the deal with people talking about how “unconventional” I am and expecting some kind of “surprise” from me. Y’all need to stop putting all this pressure on me to go do something crazy.  Like do you all want to die or something? Don’t get me wrong, I have a lot more than a few flash bangs on me, like I have so many things to make such a huge mess, it will make Consuela and her maid’s head spin. Which reminds me? Anyone have the number for them? My house is kind of a mess and I’ll need someone to pick up the bottles, sweep the floors, dust the shelves, scrub the toilets, patch a few holes in the wall, do my laundry, shine my boots, and not sure if it’s their job description, but deal with the Jehovah Witnesses that leaves shit at my front door. Like I need someone that can just say, “No, no. Ms. Revy isn’t here now….. no…. now get the fuck off my property.” I don’t need help! Stop talking to me about your lord and savior! 

What were we talking about again? Oh right, this shot about the Specialist Title. Speaking of our “lord and savior,” what is the deal with you, Chelsea Crowe? What’s with the Dark Demon complex? Yes…. THAT Dark Demon. I mean, always thinking you are ahead of everyone like this is a game of chess and we are all the pieces. You know who you remind me of? My idiot brother, Moongoose, because he thinks that way too. He always gets way ahead of himself and each time he fails, I’m laughing my ass off, and guess what Chelsea, when you lose, we’ll all be laughing at you too. Why do you do this and set yourself to fail? On the field, we do focus on winning, but not believing it would be easy said and done as causalities are bound to happen. You’ll lose friends, you’ll lose a part of yourself, you lose your sanity, and you seem so damn concerned of putting this image that you have everything under control, when you really don’t. You know what I of all the other girls intimidate you? Because you already know you can’t control me. You can’t predict what I would do and that scares you. And you know what? You should be scared. You don’t know if the end of all this if we would be friends. We might even end up bitter enemies. Or for all you know, I’ll walk away and disappear forever, or maybe you’ll be the one to disappear because “whoops, accidents happen.” Chelsea, dear. Stop over thinking it. Let this go and let it happen. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, because you never know, you might just cross path with some crazy sadistic psycho bitch that wants to see you fail. Oh wait, that’s me, why? Because I’ve made it clear before that I hate people that are like my brother, right? I hate those that try too hard and use their superiority complex to put others down, when girl, I’m just here to have fun and do my thang. You know what I’m saying? Nah, you probably don’t, you’re no fun. You’re just one big nerd that knows how to fight, but I can already tell that if you were to sort and organized some shit like chairs in an empty room, and I decide to turn one of them around, it will trigger you and have you become a control freak, and you know what? I want to see that. I want to see what happens when shit doesn’t go your way. So tell me once again, what do you intend to see out of this match? You winning? Ok. Gotcha. I’ll make sure you don’t win, and that will make for good tv. What will she do, ladies and gentleman? Will she cry? Will she drink more wine? Will she dye her hair into an more obnoxious color? I don’t know, but we are sure going to find out. 

(Ahren can be seen sitting on a Santa Clause throne in a mall, dressed as Santa Clause. Probably because deep down he is the real Santa Clause, ever think about that? Mall moms have been bringing the kids to him all day, and really let's be honest, they bring the kids for the eye candy. They want a piece of that ever so sexy eye candy that is Santa Fournier.)

Santa Fournier: HO HO HO, MEEERRRRRY CHRISTMAS!!

Annoying mall guy: IT'S STILL NOVEMBER GO AWAY!!

Santa Fournier: I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT! YOU HEAR ME?!!

(Ahren rips off his Santa jacket to reveal his sexy nude upper body, all the ladies swoon. The annoying mall guy goes away. Ahren calming down realizes he needs to put the jacket back on even though it's so hot. Why? Well because it would be weird for kids to sit on the lap of a shirtless Santa. Anyways one of the mall elves brings up the next kid, and places him on Ahren Clauses lap)

Santa Fournier: HO HO HO, and what do you want for Christmas little boy?

Little Boy: I want a red riffle BB Gun!

Santa Fournier: Oh, did you just watch A Christmas Story or something?

Little Boy: Ha, maaaaayyyyyybe

Santa Fournier: Ok, cool, so you know what I'm going to say then.

Little Boy: No, what?

Santa Fournier:  You'll shoot your eye out kid. BOOM! But yeah, fuck a BB gun, I'll just get you a real one.

Little Boy: Aw really?!

Santa Fournier: Yeah, I had one your age, no big deal.

Little Boy: Thanks Santa! I can't wait to shoot my friends!

(The little boy jumps off and walks away smiling)

Santa Fournier: HO HO HO no prob- Wait what?

(Before Ahren has time to think the next kid is plopped on his lap.)

Little Girl: Hi Santa

Santa Fournier: And what do you want for Christmas little girl?

Little Girl: A doll.

Santa Fournier: Any specific one... or....

Little Girl: No.

Santa Fournier: Oh.

Little Girl: Yeah

Santa Fournier: Ok.. Cool.. I guess I'll just take a guess then

Little Girls: Thanks

(the little girl hops off and walks away)

Santa Fournier: What an odd little girl.

(Next a little boy is placed on his lap, he's a heavy one.)

Santa Fournier: HO HO HO, what do you want for Christmas?

Little Boy #2: *whispers* Pee'd my pants

Santa Fournier: What?

Little Boy #2: Pee'd my pants.

(Ahren picks the kids up to see a wet spot on his leg)

Ahren: Oh god.. ew.. Ew.. Elf, come.. Now.. Please.

(Elf comes and picks up the kid and directs him back to his parents.)

Ahren: Geez man, trying to do good deed here, getting pissed on and shit. 

(Next thing you know, a grown ass woman takes a seat on Ahrens lap. Right on the pee spot, HA. dumb idiot)

Woman: Hey Santa, I've been a naughty girl. Do I get punished for Christmas?

Santa Fournier: You must be kidding me, I'm not here for your slooty ways, I'm here for the kids. Do you have kids?

Woman: Yeah. They're behind me in line, I wanted to go first.

Santa Fournier: So you put yourself over your kids.

Woman: Yeah so?

Santa Fournier: Sigh.. Yeah.. I'm going to go.

(Ahren gets up, and walks out of his winter wonderland at the mall. He finds a nice quiet place, and beings to address Nas)

Oh cool the human ear of corn decided to talk. I bet you get off to Cornhub.. Think about it. Hey look only took you the entire week, no big deal. That's what I hate about people like you Nas, you've become so deluded in your thinking. People like you that may or may not have actually earned the spot that they're in right now, that get that feeling of expectancy. You expect to just move onto the next round, just blow right by Ahren Fournier because I'm not looked at as a main eventer. No, you're overlooking me, and it will cost you. You're not? You're not thinking of Jacob Senn? Really, because for the first 10 minutes.. or hour.. or 2 days.. I don't know how long you were talking, because those excruciating experience drags on and on. But anyways for the better half of that little speech you had, you only talked about Jacob Senn, and how you were going to get to him. In your mind you're thinking that can ONLY happen if you both win, but really? Is that it? How about if you both lose, that way you two have nothing else going on. That actually sounds like a better idea, because you won't have that pesky Answers World Championship blinding your way path towards Jacob Senn. I've seen what the World title does to you. You make strives to get to the top of the mountain.. "make strives", only to be knocked all the way back down. Just kidding, you only get knocked like half way down before coming back up, because let's be real, when was the last time you actually had to earn a championship match? How many title matches have you had now? I'm not asking to show you how many times you've lost, I'm just saying that you've had a lot, a lot more than me. Quite honestly you want to compare last season against each other, and I actually had a better year than you did. Yet where is my title opportunity? You think it's fair to watch this red headed step child go past me, again and again for no reason? A guy that I've beaten? Yeah it's not a good time. All you have to do is the bare minimal, and you get to go onto bigger and better things. Legitimately all you have to do, is go ahead and say a bunch of generic things like you're known for, and the front office pops. Why? I don't know, maybe because they know you're safe. You're not going to get arrested, or make any kids cry, you're as bland as it get's, and that's what they want. You don't have more heart than anyone, you don't try harder than anyone. You sure as hell don't try harder than me, I'm the one that gets to the front lines every single week, and talks the first chance I get. Here we are on Thursday, the last day that we can talk about it, and you make your first appearance. Cool. Thanks for showing up, don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. 

Wait though, because that's not all, you're pretty stupid too. Which is a pretty go to line in EAW, just about anyone talks someone says someone is stupid. I have examples though, so don't start tuning me out yet. I said that you always get your way, even after you struggle all the time. Your rebuttal to that was, if I struggle so much, how am I getting my way? Well Nas, I wasn't necessarily talking about your in ring ability, because I already know you're a trash competitor that can't make that next step. No I was referring to the front office, management. The guys that keeps putting you in these situations only to see you fail, and fail again. Like I asked before haven't you gotten the clue yet? Haven't you noticed that you're not on the main event level? You need more seasoning honestly, but you're too stubborn to realize that you need the step down. You need more learning even though you've been in the game for how long? You can't let your pride take that hit, because that would be too much. That would be soul crushing. You wouldn't be able to take the fact that you tried, and you failed because you weren't good enough. But there comes a time in every mans life where they have to look into the mirror, and come to terms with facts; facts that they might not want to hear, but have to. Take some advice from me Nas, and realize that you're not ready to compete on this level. And I do say on this level, because I do consider myself to be on top of that level; the level that you're unable to perform at. That's ok, don't get sad about it, not everyone is a top tier talent. You can make your name getting the Interwire Championship, or the National Elite Championship, hell even the New Breed Championship. Have you even held any of those before? Did you bypass all of these accolades before heading to the big time? So I fail to see where you proved yourself. I fail to see where this self confidence comes from, because it's not from earning it. You haven't earned anything in this business. Hell, you didn't even earn the tag team titles, my name twin Aren carried your ass to that. Which is something I'm sure you've heard a thousand times, but it doesn't ring any less true. The proof is right in front of you. He went on to become the EAW Champion, and you with the multitude of opportunities, never have. You don't have the excuse of not getting the chance like I do, because you've had more chances than anyone in this god damn fucking company. Yet you continue  to say that you've been overlooked, and cast aside. BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP. You want to complain about what you haven't gotten? Are you fucking serious? What have I gotten Nas? I have been screwed over more times than anyone in this company, and you want to complain? I come out day after day, and prove myself to be the best, but where's my title opportunity? I should've been in the main event after Pain For Pride, but here I am squabbling in the first round of this tournament with an overhyped, overrated, crybaby bitch like you. You don't understand how good you have it. You don't. I don't think you cherish the opportunities that you do get. I don't think you even understand the position that you were put in, because you constantly bitch and moan about where you are. I wish, I WiSH, I was where you are. That's the one thing i can actually say I'm jealous about with you Nas. Not talent, not perseverance, not your ability to speak, because you have literally none of that. The only thing that you have over me is your spot, and I don't even think you earned that. So keep crying about what you don't have, when you've had every chance to get it, it's not anyone else fault that you weren't able to grab the brass ring except yours. The only person in this company that's disrespecting you is yourself for allowing yourself to fall short again and again. You disrespect yourself when you go out there with everyone behind you, every time they expect you to win, but each time you fail. You can't blame anyone else, but yourself. Until you find accountability for your own actions, the same shit will continue to happen. 

You know Nas, maybe if you had an original thought, just the ability to have just one single solitary thought for yourself, maybe your career would've gone a little different by now. But nope that's not your schtick, your schtick is to try to be the carbon copy of every success story in EAW. You've never been your own man. When you were teaming with Aren everybody was talking about Aren. Even for a while you wanted to be the next DDD by calling yourself the next gawd or whatever. Using a fortune teller, just like DDD did calling yourself the next gawd.. Hell aren't you even fucking DDD's ex right now? You're nothing but a copy machine. You take everyone else talent, and you try to use it on yourself. The problem with that is you can't take the one thing that they have that you need, and that is there talent. That's the missing ingredient, that's why it worked for them, and not for you. You don't have that one special thing that everyone needs to be successful in this industry. You're just a title chaser, nothing more, and with that you still won't even be able to accomplish it. You're never going to have meaning in anything you do, no one will ever be able to take anything you say seriously because well, you've never backed up what you said. Find your own identity, don't be that stereotypical good guy, no one likes that guy. Everything you said I can find in a self help book, or super hero for dummies book. Nothing you said was special, nothing you've ever done is special. I'm so sick and tired of seeing the Nas show up until he can't handle the pressure and fails. But wait you get a thousand mulligans based on nothing. I mean let me just use baseball right now and tell you how it is. Right now what are you in title chances? 0-9? This is how "special" your World Championship win would be. Even if you did get that one title win, and you became 1-10, you're still batting .100. In baseball teams we call that horrendous.  Who would want the guy that's batting .100? You should be sent down to the minors with numbers like that. So again I ask the question, how the hell are you even considered a main eventer? How are you considered for opportunities? I just don't understand how this copy machine, the Frankenstein of EAW. A sewn together monstrosity that no one even wants around. 

You need to take your own advice Nas and not worry about Jacob. You want to talk about overlooked, what the hell do you think you're doing with me? Sure you gave me props, and told the truth about how I carried Voltages middle rung guy division. That is true, which makes it so unbearably annoying to find myself in the same exact position I was in last year at this time. I've beaten you, I've beaten your best friend Aren, I've beaten Eclipse, I've beaten Keelan, I've beaten all of these people but at the end of the day it really doesn't matter does it? Because whatever I proved was never actually rewarded. So I take the littlest sliver of chance and I kick the doors down, because that's the only way I can do it. This match, it's everything. It's Christmas season, and I'm in the mood for giving, so I'm going to give you an ass whooping. Keep thinking about Senn, and play it off like he's not the only thing that you're thinking about, because it's as clear as day. Even though I've beaten you before, you don't care, you've acquired this overinflated ego where you think you're untouchable. Even though you've failed and failed again, you don't learn, and continue to make those mistakes. Maybe if you payed more attention to me, then you wouldn't suffer the same fate that you always do. That same fate of course being a loss. I mean honestly do you even have a winning record this season? But you just keep claiming that you deserve more. Sad. Does anyone actually believe the Trill Fairy can win this one? Probably not. Honestly at this point I don't care, the opinions of people can't dictate my future. The only person that can control my future is me, myself, and I. I've been wanting to break through that glass ceiling and capture what I truly deserve, and it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a ginger bread man to stop me. 

Nas you may want to go out there with me, and steal the show. I don't. I don't care if we go out there for a 20 minute classic 5 star match, I'd actually prefer if we didn't. What I want is to go out there and beat the shit out of you, and show everyone exactly what you are. Someone that has been given way too many chances, with no pay off. Someone that should've been put back with the lower tier talent months ago when he proved he isn't on the same level as the people that he emulates. You're step one, and after you, it won't stop there, because something has been clicking in the mind of Fournier.. That clicking might just turn into a snap, and no one's going to like it.

ANYWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS NAS!!!


(Ahren goes back to his sleigh where Esteban, and Jennipurr are waiting. They have many more Christmas adventures to go on. Camera fades to black)

Finally. It’s about goddamn time! That’s the very first thing I have to say right now. Ladie and Gentlemen for nearly a month now I have done absolutely nothing but work my ass off to recover as quickly as possible so I can return to doing what I love most. And of course that is stepping inside of an Elite Answers Wrestling ring and competing in front of all of you, the loyal fans of the Land of the Elites! You see for anyone who’s been living under a rock. Jacob Senn has a problem with me. Now I don’t know exactly what it is. It might be the fact that I smile a bit too much and I’m not a brooding cynic like him. Maybe it’s because unlike him I’ve up to this point been wrestling the greatest matches of my life where as he is a shell of his former self when he was World Heavyweight Champion. Or PERHAPS it is because unlike him...WHEN I PROCLAIM I’LL DEFEAT A HALL OF FAMER IN A HYPED UP SHOWDOWN, I ACTUALLY DO IT! You see the issues Jacob Senn has with me all stem back to everything that’s motivated him since Pain For Pride. And that would be the fact that he has yet to, and probably never will just accept his loss to Mr. Dedede and move on with life. To be completely honest with you all I said it straight up once it happened. I don’t care about the situation between the two. At that time I chose Jacob Senn over Mr. Dedede. I don’t regret my decision. I respect the hell out of Mr. Dedede and everything he’s done for this industry. However Ryan...well he has issues. He’s not a perfect man. He’s not a pure man by any means. He’ll be the very first to tell you. He’s a flawed man. He has made many mistakes in his life. And I can tell Jacob he’s gonna hate himself for this but Jacob, you have become what you hate. You have become just like Mr. Dedede! You have become the jaded grizzled man who regrets the mistakes he’s made and now...you want to take out your own frustrations of YOUR shortcoming on ME! And why me? Is it because many fans consider me the next breakout face of this business? Is it because I am right on the cusp of greatness, meanwhile ever since Jamie pinned you your career has been on a downward spiral? You CLAIM it’s because it psychologically hurts Mr. Dedede to watch me in pain and suffering. Well truth be told if that were the case then Mr. Dedede would have stepped in to do something a LOT sooner. Because Jacob you THINK you’re doing something special right now, but for me this is just another day in the office. I’VE BEEN THROUGH FAR WORSE AND COME OUT A STRONGER MAN! But I guess I really needed what happened to happen to put things into perspective for me. Jacob I needed you to take me out of action for several reasons. Number one for my body to have a much needed rest. To go straight from an Iron Man match at Pain For Pride, to a Fire and Steel cage match at Dia Del Diablo, Two matches at Territorial Invasion, Red Wallz match at House of Glass, and of course capping it off with the Extreme Elimination Chamber match at Road to Redemption. I wrestle physically demanding matches on a monthly basis and I put my body through absolute hell because I want to do nothing more than give the EAW fans something they will never forget every time I step out from that curtain! I love this place and everyone who follows it. I have given my life and my body to this place so many times. And at Road to Redemption I was finally ready to claim my reward for my years of service. And I got nothing. Nothing except one of the worst beatings of my entire life. It was the first time in the going on eight years I have done this that I felt as if my career, my livelihood was at stake. That all of this could be taken away from me with the snap of a finger. I truly feared in the beginning of my recovery period if I would be the same man when I came back. But when the doctors cleared me and Starr Stan personally visited me and told me I would be taking place in King of Elite. I only had one question for him. And that was if you were also taking part in the tournament. And when he told me you’d be competing as well...I knew what I had to do. Jacob Senn I am going to haunt you until I get my retribution for you trying to remove me from this place. YOU TRIED TO END MY LIFELONG DREAM! SO NOW I’M GOING TO ENSURE I TAKE A PIECE OF YOU ALONG WITH ME, JUST AS YOU TOOK A PIECE OF ME WITH YOURSELF AT ROAD TO REDEMPTION! Invictus was merely the beginning Senny boi. And I assure you that when I get done with you, Ryan Adams himself is going to regret pinning you at PFP, because that set off a chain reaction to this moment, and the future moment where I beat you within an inch of your pathetic, miserable existence! So go ahead, go ahead and defeat Pizza Boy in your first round match. PLEASE BEAT HIM SO I CAN FACE YOU! I AM BEGGING FOR IT. And that’s no disrespect to you PB, although you DESERVE to beat Senn and move on...I need Jacob Senn to win. This is what happens when the Hunter becomes the Hunted Jacob. I am going to personally administer the only punishment befitting of the punisher himself!

But of course getting to Jacob not only means he needs to win, but so do I. And this week I see a familiar face, Ahren Fournier. A talented young man filled with raw potential to be something great in this industry. Ahren Fournier could start his path to living the dream by knocking me off and moving forward in the King of Elite tournament. Ahren and I, for those of you who are not aware, are rather acquainted with one another.We have both faced off and teamed together in the past. As you all know he was a member of the winning Divide and Conquer team, my team! But also as he has stated. Yes he did defeat me on Voltage back in June. Fournier, you straight up put me down. And now I could make all sorts of excuses like I was chasing after Eclipse the whole time to get revenge. Or that The People with Class kept interfering in my affairs to beat me down to make themselves look better. But straight up you put me down in a fair contest right down to the deciding moment. And just like I did back then, I am giving you all the credit in the world for that. However that was then and this is now. I have done many things since that match. Accomplished a plethora of things. Had countless memorable moments. My legacy has already been etched in history by many means even without a world championship to my name. Now an elephant never forgets, as you yourself said. You were the top Hardcore Champion of Season Ten. No one on that voltage midcard could compare to you. You proved that when you beat me, seeing as how I was and am still superior to all those young men myself. However Ahren, as much as I have liked you as a performer and respected what you’ve accomplished in your short time here...you have created a problem. You’ve called me out on something that “no one else” ever has before. You know it’s growing more and more impossible to answer up to this statement whenever you hear it OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I’ve never stolen an opportunity in my life. I’m the last person to accuse of kissing ass. Everything I have achieved in my years of hard work and dedication to this business...I have fought for and earned like a real fighter! A true competitor. I’ve not been given anything in my life. Even when people have offered me handouts in this business, I refuse to take it. Because one man does not make this business we work in. Professional Wrestling even in singles competition...is a TEAM EFFORT! That is something everyone forgets. Oh no Nasir Moore is going back to his Fall 2016 days of pulling down the veil of our industry and telling the general public about the ins and outs of it. H-He’s exposing our inner most secrets to the world and all of those within it...GET THE POLICE! Whatever. Let me be completely honest with you right now Ahren. I was not HANDED anything. I fought for the opportunity to participate in two matches at Territorial Invasion. And Starr Stan told me “If you fail you can only blame yourself.” Which is absolutely true. IF I had failed it would have been no one else’s fault by my own. But I didn’t fail now DID I?! I won! Many men who envy where I am now have called me out as being a selfish man who claims to be a man of the future. A man of the people. Some who listens to the voices who speak of a better tomorrow for the Land of the Elites. Many young men claim I only claim to vouch for them to put on this facade to the world. To make me look like a caring man and give me a better stock with the fans so I can’t be denied a future. That could not be any further from the truth. I have ALWAYS been an in your face kind of man when it comes to my intentions. That is one of the few things I can give Jacob Senn right now seeing as how he is the exact same. Ahren if you really do claim I am this overhyped man who has this industry wrapped around his finger and will always get his way...then why do I continue to struggle to this day? If I had it so easy would I not be a multiple time world champion and first ballot hall of famer by now? And trust me you’re both right and wrong at the exact same time. I’m well aware of the threat that I face on Dynasty. Not only have you beaten me before, but I have been in the exact same overlooked position that you are in right now. I stood up, spoke my mind, and worked my ASS off every single night to break through with sheer talent and ability. And you can do the same. If you show up to Dynasty and beat me straight up then I can say absolutely nothing to you. You win and you move on to further progress through the tournament. However there’s something ELSE I care about even more than beating Jacob Senn’s punk ass. And that’s winning the King of Elite tournament! I am going to prove exactly why all my merch which has been flying off shelves refers to me as the Best Wrestler Alive! Every time I step inside of a wrestling ring I take center stage and prove on a nightly basis that I am not a man to take lightly. My entire career I have been overlooked, underestimated, and tosses aside! But no longer will I be disrespected! This tournament will be the long standing example to the world of the true power Nasir Moore possesses! I am going to be crowned the 2018 King of Elite. And the King of Wrestling will begin his reign over the Land of the Elites. And of course at some point following that, the king will add the title of Answers World Champion to his list of names. So Ahren, don’t worry about Jacob, I’ll take care of him when the time comes. In the meantime let’s just make sure to steal the show on Dynasty. And I’ll make sure to give you the fight of your life and show you exactly why I am deserving of the spot I am in. And if you truly want it so bad...SHOW UP TO DYNASTY READY FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE AND JUST TRY TO TAKE IT FROM ME! But I promise you....IT IS MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE!