Who said that I want to stop you from achieving anything you want in this company POP? You can become the new EAW Championship next week after Kingsroad for all I care. The only thing that I want to stop though is your current run as The National Elite Champion. You have something that I want and there’s no way I’m going to stop myself either. Like you said, I’m moving into a new chapter of my career and that is going to become the new National Elite Champion. There’s no need for me turn around, especially after everything you did to me. I’m not dreaming POP, I already prove to you why I’m better than you are twice and that’s something you don’t want to admit. I’m not counting the one where I did most of the job at that Elimination Chamber match anyway. You don’t want to admit that I’m better than you are because you don’t want to think about the worst scenario. You’re not mentally prepared for this match and that makes you really delusional. I do think you could retain your championship though, because truthfully everyone have an equal chance. Yes, I never think that I’m below than you are. I’d even like to claim that you might not be as successfull as you are right now had I came to this company so much earlier. Just be grateful that you had enough time to accomplish what you wanted.  You’re right for one thing though, that you are a legend. Nobody can deny it. It’s a fact. Yes, I admit, in a way I want to be like you or any other Hall of Famers in this company. Who doesn’t want to be a success story? Everybody does. But please, don’t get it all wrong. I’m not just talking about you, I’m talking about other Hall of Famers in this company in general as well. You’re not the only legend in this company, POP. Either way, I’m going to begin my own success story starting from you and Stark this weekend.

I never said that you are undefeated either POP, as a matter of fact I pointed out how many losses you have suffered since you successfully retained your championship at that Chamber match. You claimed you know how to bounce back and you claimed you are capable to move on, but seriously, where’s your prove? You had so many matches and weeks to win one match, just one match but you always failed to pick up a victory before this weekend. I do feel bad for ruining your match againts Ryan Marx thought, but I had a good reason to do. Then again, You should have tried to beat Marx sooner before I interferenced but it can’t be helped since you worked so slow. In another hand, I came back stronger than ever after I failed to capture your championship at that Chamber match and got my right to challenge you once again. It should be a prove that I can move on really fast than you could ever imagined. Something you wish you can do. I’m not judging you anyway, I’m just exposing your lies to the public. You’ve spread some truth though and that you are indeed the current National Elite Champion, POP, enjoy that fact while you can. You could be well known as a former National Elite Champion after this weekend. I hate to be repetitive, but I already beat you once in that multiple men match, so yes, I believe I can beat you.

I don’t know if I could make you tap out or not to be honest. You are a very tough individual. As much as I hate you, I still have to give you a credit where it’s due. I don’t think I can pin you so fast either. It will take some time to beat you this weekend, especially when Stark is in it. The three of us are going to have a long night and a long fight. But I’m ready to give my best all night long and all day long. I’m up for challenges, you and Stark ARE the challenges, therefore, I’m ready to battle both of you.

Well, you are a Champion right now, that’s the truth. I already said that. Otherwise, I won’t waste my breath onto you. But I don’t think you are a Prince, POP, let alone a royalty. Why? It’s because you don’t own this company POP. You’re not even an EAW original if I’m being honest about it. You might be a prince in your own bedroom but you are just like everybody else in this company. You’re not different than anyone here POP, you are just a wrestler in this company. A very great one if I may add. You’re not a prince but you’re still phenomenal. I acknowledged how great you are, but I don’t think I’m below than you are.

Who am I? I’m Nobi, an Indonesian wrestler who is trying his best to become the new National Elite Champion this weekend. I know it will be hard to dethrone you. I know it won’t be easy to deal with Stark either, but nothing is impossible. After all, I have proven my worth why I’m here.

My time is almost up? Well, your time as a champion is almost done. Enjoy your reign while you can, you won't know what's going to hit you.

A front. A pitiful one. 

How can someone who claims to be disappointed spend way too much time dissecting every sentence, every word down to the punctuation, defends himself in that miserable existence he calls a career? It feels more like I have struck a nerve, and our friend Ryan Marx of course is just out there to tell the world how truly tough and independent he is and that there is nothing to worry about, when it has become apparent that the world behind him is quickly falling apart and he could barely hold his thoughts together! Well, I don't blame you. I have been around long enough to watch these behaviors from every kind of opponents, and it has become so amusing, it's like watching a chicken run around with its head chopped off! How long until he stops moving?! Where does he drop dead?! And for every sweat that drips from their forehead, the bigger the smile is on my face. They tend to deal the stress when they find out they have to perform in the ring against a superior athlete in the Heart Break Gal, and surely enough the many versions of you that have come and gone over the years have had common denominators -- they believe that they are above all judgement despite being worse than trash in the eyes of their superior, they celebrate their mediocrity and the fact that they are nothing but walking abominations that have nothing to show but small victories, but somehow finds confidence because its the only thing they could hold on to! They also speak of their sacrifices made as if they have the fucking right and stand face to face with me with their long speech about their hardships and how it somehow made them the dominant wrestler, when in truth the worst thing they ever got for the five minutes of being in EAW is a bruise under their fucking eye. I am not interested to hear about how your bitchass refused to raise a white flag in the face of the "competition", when competition for you consisted of those who hold no worth in this company as they spend time searching for gold under rocks and waste the air that I breathe in for merely existing. They do this world no favors and they are a waste of time, but of course it's no surprise that you take pride in killing them off for a Championship that, despite the crowd's thrill of having it passed around, will always be worth nothing  to those gunning for a far more prestigious belt that comes with a richer history. You defeated Cloud Matsuda? I have beaten that tryhard before everyone knew what you even are. You have competed at Pain for Pride? I have competed at Pain for Pride as well with one of the most impressive win records of all time. Do not see this as me bragging about some of the many things that make the Heart Break Gal better than anything you can ever hope for, I just wanted to let you see that I just don't throw around words without a basis -- you literally are a subhuman waste that contributes nothing, you literally are a replaceable commodity and nobody would even notice if you walked out of EAW today, so you can take that piece of toilet paper that you proudly call a resume and fucking shove it down your own throat, because there is literally nothing that you can do can faze me. 

You talked so highly about defeating Cloud Matsuda and Jon McAdams, but once I mention defeating the seven-time World Champion Y2Impact and the two-time World Champion Lannister, you fucking cry foul and tell me that I'm boasting. I have come to the conclusion that, you sir, are fucking retarded. 

Who between us is really just spewing stupidity? Because it seems like all you have done the moment you addressed me is do the exact same thing that you are accusing me of! The last I heard, wanting my moment of fame "again" would actually require me losing it to begin with! Everyone with a working brain can tell the difference between those who fight for relevancy and the ones with the timeless "legend" status where the world can only witness how they trampled over the competition like they were born for the job! I am the definition of excellence, everyone knows this but you're too blind to see it. But of course you decide to attack me with this kind of garbage without taking into account the battles that I have gone through the past few months alone. Is this really an attempt to get under my skin? Because all I can do is listen with a smirk on my face! Because Ryan Marx, while you took comfort in winning over the likes of Jon McAdams and Cloud Matsuda, I stood in the qualifier for the Grand Prix and breezed through the competition like it was second nature to beat my opponents into submission. While you treated your small battles against useless rookies as "A1 Competition", I faced legends and top-tier performers on their best day -- people who are physically stronger than me, people who were considered the beasts of Showdown -- they swore to put me in a body bag, they tried, but I always find a way to one-up them which screams more than enough reason to qualify eventually for the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Now while I was taking measures to guarantee my success, all you have done is sulk in your worthless presence while convincing yourself that I am fighting for whatever is left of my fame, when let's be honest, the only reason people like you hate people like me is because of the fear that no matter what you do and no matter who you defeat, I will always be lightyears ahead of you as far as opportunities, championships and overall greatness are concerned. I will always be seen as the next EAW Champion. I will always be that woman who intends on making history with her name etched to the gold that she longed for ever since signing a contract with Showdown. Do you honestly think I am ashamed of how the events panned out at Road to Redemption? Ryan, I never asked for you to be a genius, I only ask that you don't play stupid and finally see things the way they are. My loss... does not matter. Only my wins do. You can attempt to belittle me with the fact that I did not continue on with the match, when you never even acknowledged the fact that I, the Heart Break Gal, who was just in a tournament finals earlier that night has outlasted three of her opponents in the Elimination Chamber who came in fresh and eager to win the EAW Championship. They kept an eye on me. They prioritized attacking me because they thought I was the easiest to eliminate, but it took more to literally push me off the match where I was never pinned or forced into submission. I don't consider that a win itself, but it should be enough to say that under regular circumstance where I only have to face a Champion and some agitated rookie, that I have more than what it takes to outperform them and make a fool of them while walking away with my gold. Idle threats and empty words are all you have to back you, while I have my incomparable in-ring skills and a tremendous amount of experience to say that I can shatter your dreams right in front of your eyes. 

But of course this is still about how you want to defeat me and TJ, is that right? You wouldn't take no for an answer. You would take my flawless words and twist them to fit your narrative and to imply that I am just as self-contradicting as you are, just so you can appear smarter than you actually are. The only reason you are competition to me is because you are in the same match, and while there's the fact that you are completely useless who will likely trip and bump his head on the concrete floor the first five seconds after the bell rings, I still acknowledge the idea that anything can happen. I am a reasonable person, Ryan Marx, I still think of all possibilities so I can align strategies to eliminate the ones I find unideal. These are things that your brain is too small to comprehend because all you can think about is bashing my face onto the surface without ever considering that I am more than capable of countering any move you attempt to hit me with. If you try to take me down, I will always kick out. If you try to snap my legs, I will always find my way out of the hold. It's truly laughable how many times someone has threatened to "expose" me and let the world see my true colors, but in the end of the day, they are the ones who have made a fool of themselves and guaranteed you're no different. The EAW Championship is within my grasp, Ryan Marx, you either face me with the empty threats in mind or you can just back the fuck down and admit to yourself that there is nothing you can do to stop the inevitable. Don't like it? Oh, then fucking complain more! I mean it's all you've done since I was included in this match anyway, you have spent more time complaining about the fact that I'm in this match than taking the challenge! Oh, boo hoo, the Heart Break Gal is self-important. Oh, boo hoo, the Heart Break Gal is so fucking entitled. I don't mean to make it sound like I'm actually depending on my name value to get title opportuities, because that would completely discredit everything that I have worked for in the past year to get to this point... but let's say I am doing that. Let's say that what Ryan Marx once again misunderstood was actually true -- that I have my name to rely on. That I have my history to say that I deserve more than is given to me... So what of it? Unlike you I have already set diamonds and pearls into position as I build my own legacy, one that can be remembered by generations. Nobody will fucking care who the "Openweight Champion" is at the end of 2017, but they will remember the day where Kings circle the ring at Kingsroad, and how the Queen was the one who fought the battle and won the war in the end. Unlike you, anything I succeed at by this point will be looked upon by up and coming wrestlers around the world as they see me as the woman who has made history time and time again! And contrary to your belief, I am to last forever and my worth in this company will always be apparent in the history books even long after I am gone! This is what you're dealing with, Ryan Marx. Being in this match alone means you are taking part of a history! You will be written in record as the person the Heart Break Gal took down to get the decisive three count that started her reign as the EAW Champion! 

Don't expect anything less. 

What exactly were you expecting me to do, Tiberius? I can't believe that after all this time you have spent putting me down, you still don't know jack shit about my mindset and how I operate. If you expected me to stop trying after Road to Redemption, then suffice to say you never knew me at all! But that doesn't surprise me. After all, you have spent too much time getting stuck in your revolving door, too much time pointing out how I relied on other people to find success before, yet you have your bitchboys in the Triumvirate to pamper you everywhere you go -- oh, where is the third amigo? That's right, a miserable showing for the Unified Tag Team Championship match cost his baby to be murdered by your pet Ares Vendetta. How dramatic! How typical! All this talk about how I'm bare naked and exposed, and yet while your brothers have already been picked apart, it's only inevitable that you're the next to be stripped off your title. And what better way to end the year than to have the Heart Break Gal snatch it away from you once and for all? See, Tiberius, no matter how much you continue to underestimate me, so long as the door is open for me to take what's yours, I will always jump in for the kill. What's the use of opportunities being dangled in front of me if I don't have the guts to take it for myself and make the most of it? The end of the line is nothing but a mindset, an illusion that helps you sit back and relax as you convince yourself and the world that the Heart Break Gal has nothing left to give, but I assure you, the flame keeps burning, I have no intention of giving up and I am just getting started. I continue to be trapped in a cage, Tiberius, and with enough pressure, with enough power, and with enough force, the chains would unlink and I'll come out with more strength and will than I did before. The losses, the heartaches, the suffering that I have gone through in the past year alone, I want the world to see all of it. I am not afraid of walking exposed and naked. If anything, they can keep watching for it only proves that I have nothing to hide. I want them to look at me as they make their judgements. I want them to keep watching me as they think to themselves how this woman deserves to be punished for her ambitions. I want them to witness my fall. I want them to see my shame. And with a confident look on my face, I will continue to walk that path for the fact of the matter is, I don't see the faces in the crowd, they can believe whatever they like... I only see myself. I only see my goals that will soon come to light. I only see the fight that I'll give when it truly counts. I only see the EAW Championship resting around my waist as I take my leave from Kingsroad, all while you sit in regret in the middle of the ring, thinking to yourself why the so-called king underestimated the passion of a true goddess of war.

I say this because I need you to remember what happened the last time we crossed paths. Recall the moment your shoulders hit the mat, and the world began to slow down. Those three seconds was the longest of your life. Your dreams snuffed by yours indeed. I didn’t need to befriend Tarah to beat you - just merely existing is enough for that. In fact, she and I were still at odds. If anything, defeating you is what brought us together! But, let us move away from Tarah for a moment. I know you’re obsessed with her, but this is about you and my sweets. Somehow in that other universe brain of yours, you seem to be convinced that we were in cahoots with the get-go. I don’t need the powers that be you render you irrelevant; if anything, you did that on your own. I just played the role of Jack Kevorkian, assisting you in your career suicide. You want a bloodbath, but sweets you know nothing of war. When was the last time you fought for something? Tell me, Sher, what do you believe in? What is there to understand when your skills have failed you? To conquer someone, it takes more than physicality - you must tear away at their confidence piece by piece, thus eliminating their will to fight. I took your will Sheridan - for two months I owned your freaking soul. If you wish for me to make you mine again, I don’t mind at all! 

You don’t get to tell me what I deserve. The thought of me becoming champion unnerves you because it means you were wrong about me. It means that you have to go back to the drawing board when it comes to the subject of Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda. In all honesty, NOBODY backstage wants me to be Women’s Champion. I’m no idiot - Tarah and Aria don't think I have what it takes to walk out of Portland with the strap. Excellent - I want every single person out there to underestimate me. They underestimated me when I fought you, and nobody expected me to beat Cailin. Hell, the crowd was surprised that I made Chelsea tap. That’s what I do Goldilocks - I ran on everyone’s parade. I bleed for this f*bleep*king business, and lost far more than I’ve gained, but yet I’m still willing to fight on. That’s because I’m the one who defines my goddamn destiny! I am the War Queen, the conflict made by design; I am a human duality, the one who nurtures the storm from within. I don’t give a s*bleep*t about how the Dynasty roster slapped you around like a bad episode of the casting couch. The only audition you have to worry about is the role of being MY BITCH. The pay’s crap, but I’ll make you famous...again. In fact (cracks knuckles) smacking around spoiled white girls have become something of a hobby of mine! So far, I’ve been batting a thousand! Fueled by emotion, power, and lust? Those are lies you tell yourself to feed this pipe dream you have. What you miss most, more than anything is the attention. That’s all you cared about. The spotlight, the interviews, the crowd chanting your name! And yes, you miss that sexy ass champion bonus! THAT’S the reality of your life Sheridan! You dream of being ahead of me, but I’m already at the finish line, sweets. I know how much that nickname pisses you off; I just get turned on by how flustered you get every time I say one of my corny one-liners. I am the antithesis of everything you are and claim to be. We’re two sides of the same coin. 

I love how jealous everyone is of this title shot I got. A part of me wants to beat Aria just to make her regret her decision. It’ll teach her not to play games with her friends - that Stephanie Matsuda is more than a charity case. You can go on about Cailin, Cam, HBG, and the whole roster if you want. Hell, I’ll give you my two cents on how I feel about every one you name dropped:

Cameron Ella Ava: Living in the shadow of her man
Heart Break Gal: Chasing after Tiberius’ title like a poor man’s Willie E. Coyote 
Cailin Dillon: Contemplating suicide somewhere
Aria Jaxon: Has a death wish because she blames herself for something out of her control

Yeah, I took it there. Do bitches want to get personal? I’ll take it there on anyone, anytime. ‘Ria’s not the only one who can act like she has nothing left to lose. Your rose-colored glasses Sheridan does not fool me - I gave up on your ‘so-last-2016’ hyper a long time ago. Are you pissed off? Angry is good, it gets s*bleep*t done. Come to Bloodletter you may be the one to give Tarah her first and possibly last upset, but until then your name is in the credits of a Cloud Matsuda production. The title of the project: “Goldilocks and the Three Suplexes.”

Stay woke.

(Moongoose McQueen is in a dark room in tattered jeans and shirtless. Moongoose with a wooden sword in hand is mercilessly beating a wood dummy with precise speed and accuracy with a large thud with each hit. Moongoose pulls back the sword, takes a deep breath and thrust the wooden blade into the dummy, piercing it leaving the blade inside. Moongoose wipes the sweat from his forehead and looks directly at the camera)
 
Wrong, Amadeus. I am nothing like Eclipse. That man was only meant to instill fear and chaos wherever he went and would have his lackeys do it for him. As for me, I do this alone and I do this in hope for a better tomorrow. You don’t seem to get it. You don’t seem to understand what I’ve been telling you. That despite the demon the lives within me, it doesn’t mean I can’t put it to good use. You’re too soft. You believe the only man that deserves to be punished is the man in charge, and just like that, you are willing to let Carlos and Mao walk off away free and continue to do what they do. There is no end to it if you enable it. Unlike you, Amadeus, I don’t discriminate. I hold all of them equally accountable whether they are the leader or the henchman. All must be punished, and as much as I can respect the concept that if you cut off the head, the rest of the body will die, but the problem with your logic is, you take off a person of power, someone else will take his place, and at the end, I rather make sure no one takes it.
 
You’re a fool, Amadeus. You worry for me, but here I am telling you right here and now that I’m out here fighting the good fight. To prevent what happened to us from happening to you and everyone else. Perhaps to you, it’s meaningless, it’s pointless, because somewhere out there, there are conspiracies after conspiracies. But you can’t tell me that taking off 3 of the biggest smucks in EAW won’t change a thing or make me feel better. I’m not going to forget and forgive what Carlos did to me. Because by doing that, I’ve missed out on too many things. I don’t have a shot at Drake Jaeger anymore. I don’t have a shot at DEDEDE anymore. Why? Because I let it slide in hopes that sooner or later, we’d meet again. No, Amadeus. You worry about regretting the actions you take, but I won’t be regretting the actions that I didn’t take. You can call me a monster all you want, but I’m here to restore order, for justice, so that even people like you and myself can actually become Kings. Don’t you get it? You got usurped. And you aren’t even going to demand an explanation. You act like you saw it coming, and you know what? You did nothing. Already you are rolling over and exposing your belly, that go ahead. Take this sword, Amadeus and cut your own belly open. Commit Seppuku because any honor you had is long gone the moment you make your stance on not wanting revenge. If Carlos beat me in a fair fight, I wouldn’t care. But time after time, that man has used me not once, but twice to win. The first time, I had the win for our team at Territorial Invasion, and he suckered punch me from behind. At Shock Value, he cheated and sucker punched me with electric gloves, and you really are telling me to let it go?
 
Trust me when I say this. I’m not becoming Eclipse, I’ve always been more dangerous and sadistic than that man has ever been. I’m better simply because I’m not a coward that hides behind an army and would prefer to bare the responsibility of my actions alone.The humor and passion you praise me for, all simply me toying with my opponents because I never taken them too seriously, but deep down, I’ve always been a monster, capable of doing whatever it takes to protect what is precious to me. Knight, Demon, there are no difference as the results are the same. My blade acts for the sake of protection of a greater truth. Don’t place me in the category of heroes that are afraid to go too far for the sake of just being good. Because that’s not the type of hero I am. I’m the hero, no, the martyr that is willing to have a bad reputation  as long as it gets the results needed. In this case, you are sounding more and more like the light where I am the darkness. But the reality of the situation is this. I’m just a little bit of everything and more.
 
But you know what? It’s fine, Amadeus. I never said you had to become me. You can keep waiting for Karma to do it thing and deal with Carlos and Mao. But I’m going to tell you now that Karma is going to come in the form of me, and I will be the one handing them the divine punishment you seem to believe. Keep thinking on the level of a mere man. Keep believing in your limitations and stay within your walls. But me, you can’t cage a bird like me. I’ll have to fly. I’ll have to live, and I’ll never find peace knowing people like Carlos and Mao are operating the way they do. Mao only creating champions to boost the credibility of her company. Carlos being so selfish to the point he ignores the honor in true competition. And Kenny Drake overlooking the deserving to focus on his buddies. These artificial champions disgust me. And you have the audacity to compare me to the likes of Eclipse?! He was never a true champion. He used a greater power beyond his own to get what he wanted, and look at you, letting it happen again for Carlos. You’ve given up, Amadeus. You’ve let the world be in the state that it’s in, and it has numb you. But this is where I come in.
 
This is where I come in to bring you hope. This is the moment where those non-believers will see that monsters truly do exist, but not all of them are bad. Sure, my actions may be deplorable. Perhaps it is wrong to rip out the throats of a woman, break a man’s arm, or send a man to a hospital. But Justice is real. Justice exists. And my reputation as a good man is a small price to pay for that. Don’t speak as if that is the only thing I have going for me. Don’t look at me as a joke and a mere fighter. Don’t even perceive me as nothing more than a mere dreamer when each and every day, I work my ass off to make my dreams a reality. Forgive me if they aren’t the kind where people want to win world titles or King of Elite. My dreams don’t come true by simply winning a belt or tournament. My dream is to be recognized by my peers and fans. To have then know that when there is injustice, I am the name they call for to save them. When no one is willing to put red on their ledger, I’ll do it if the end game is justified. Next thing you are going to tell me is I’m the same as Carlos, but you know what? Maybe I am. Maybe I am petty. Maybe I only care about the results. Maybe I am selfish. But you, Amadeus are no better, hell, you are worse than the people that walk over you. You have no voice. You don’t deserve to speak. You lost that privilege the moment you saw the tapes and merely accepted your fate. I might be able to go back in time and correct my mistakes, but it doesn’t mean I cannot go right a wrong.
 
The only good thing you’ve told me so far is that you are focused. That you intend to fight and win. But you’re an idiot because you’re already looking forward when there are people waking besides or behind you with a knife. Can’t walk forward knowing there are people trying to stop ya. I suppose in all of this, you are only good for one thing. To look forward. Unless you choose to wrong me like those scoundrels have, a loss to you will not anger me. It will not bring out my thirst for blood.  If you do not understand the poem of “Bird of Hermes” it is the revelation of a man releasing the beast before the war. Consider it a battle cry of sorts or even a warning. For you see, I’ve always been in control of the beast within, its only until now, has the rage broken the chains and unhinged. I’ve only been this furious once in my career. That was the day I’ve become the Shiroyasha and bathe in the blood of my enemies. And when the mission is done, I’ll be back to what I’m always am. This so called “Light.” But sometimes, there are certain things that should not be seen, and the darkness is my greatest ally. Truly, it’s a damn shame you have declined my preposition on the false pretenses you think I’m becoming Eclipse.
 
Do you truly believe he is the only type of monster to exists when stories will tell you there are monsters who protect and guard territories. Yasha are merely guardians in the form of demons if you don’t know your mythology. This is why I’m not simply a monster, but a monster with a grand purpose. You can mock Justice all you want. Call it a mere concept if you will, but this is divine judgment.  Eclipse got what he deserved, Carlos, Kenny, and Mao will get what they deserved. And when the day comes, I will get what I deserve for my actions. And when I get to Carlos, Kenny, and Mao, we’ll see what honor they have. We’ll see if they regret the decisions you made and try to take it back. Will they beg for mercy or accept their faiths. Which ones are the real ones and which ones are the cowards? As the light, I’ll exposed them all. And when my time comes, maybe when I don’t win King of Elite, Grand Rampage, or the world title ever, I’ll admit it, I don’t deserve it, I’ll take the loss, but I’ll never regret the things I’ve said and done, because I truly believe what I do is right. This is the conviction I look for in you. You’ll have your methods and I’ll have mine, and whether you agree with my actions or not doesn’t matter. You do your version of revenge how you want it as long as you follow up on it is what I ask. You win King of Elite and you give it your all is what I seek. Don’t be like the rest of them and waste my time by losing to me or taking a win off me and doing nothing with it.
 
Face facts already, Amadeus, you can’t change me. You can’t humble me. You can’t calm the beast. All I ask for you to do is simple. Clear the doubt in my mind by showing me you mean it. You are free to defy my methods, but don’t wait and see, and finally do something about it. You want to win in spite of Kenny Drake? Then prove to me you can do it. Beat me to the brink of exhaustion and death before I beat you to it. You call yourself a Phoenix, reborn from the ashes, but let I, Yata-garasu, the three clawed crow will never die and change. For I know what need to be done. I know my purpose. I know the truth. And you, your still searching for it when I’m already telling you how it is. Don’t turn a blind eye over the fact that this match was made to be NO Disqualification on purpose. Don’t deny the fact it was in a cage to keep out interferences and that Carlos was thrown in there at the last moment. You didn’t lose your title like a champion. You lost it like a fool, and for that, I feel sorry for you. DON’T FEEL SORRY FOR ME! I PITY YOU, and now I feel I have to fight your battles for you. After all, this is what I do, and I know what’s ahead of me. I know the powers I go against, even going as far to offer a partnership with you with the roles depending on who advances in this tournament. But I can tell you’ve declined and refuse to follow my path. Very well, I’ll walk alone once more with my sword in hand. If you beat me, I wish you the best of luck with King of Elite. And if I beat you, well, I suppose you and I will have no reason to talk. I can only hope to face you once more when this is no longer a mission, but a true competition. One where there is no bad blood and vengeance is the last thing on my mind. But I’m not like you, Amadeus. I’ve never been blissed with the gift of ignorance. I cannot look away, because every time I do, someone is right there waiting to take advantage of me. Truly, it’s a shame I can’t keep looking forward wouldn’t knowing you are behind me. It’s one less direction to worry about. But I suppose it is too much to ask for. Then with that, my one request to you still stands.
 
Fight me, push me to the limits. Help me become stronger so that I have the strength for what is to come. Either King of Elite or my quest for vengeance, I feel I can still learn a thing or two from you. Despite your showing of the lack of anger in Carlos, Mao, or Kenny Drake, I want you to show it against me. Take your anger of them on me. I’ll be the one bare your anger and hatred, Amadeus, and with it, I’ll use it on them. I’ll translate your pain and suffering to them and send them your condolences.  Whether its winning King of Elite or physically destroying them, they will know my name. No. They will know your name. If you can’t stop me on my path to vengeance, then simply allow me to enact it on your name and give me a purpose. Allow me to fight for those that have been wrong and will be wronged. Give me your wrath. Give me your strength. Help me be better for the sake of EAW.
 
Help me spread my wings and fly.
 

(Moongoose steps forward and pulls a real blade and pulls the katana out of the scabbard. Moongoose stares intently at the blade before making his way towards the wooden dummy, and with one swift and effortless motion, Moongoose places the blade back in the scabbard and walk away, back towards the camera. As Moongoose walks into the darkness in the distance, the dummy  and wooden place falls into pieces.) 

You two are no fun.

I’m a playful king, a champion that knows how to have a good time.

Ryan, this was what I was alluding to when I said I’ve shown my hand a multitude of times, but people still fall for magic acts like I haven’t laid out my secrets for the world to hear over and over again. Drake & Jones, we always fucked around as tag team champions, getting into people’s heads and having our laughs. I pretended to be Mr.CITV until I was getting actual matches for the briefcase Lioncross had earned because I put it into the discussion that I should be CITV, proving just slipping idea’s into people’s heads in a game can change the world because people are warped by stories and their own perception instead of logic. Of course I know you aren’t a communist, I obviously looked up notes on you and remember our history. If I didn’t know about your mundane five pillar philosophy how would I be able to even know the names of some of your followers? Followers most people probably don’t know about. I sure as hell don’t care about libertarian principles I was spouting on about. However, in all skits and parodies there should be truths sprinkled into the show of comedy and absurdness, I do not take back the general idea that the you and the Heart Break Gal are well benefited from being under the brand of such a prestigious champion, and Brian Daniels is for sure in a pursuit to take this championship away from me so he can prop up a much more tame face to the brand he wishes to control, a face unlike the brazen beast before you. The two of you are just two useful idiots in the power struggle for my championship. Why else would Brian Daniels, knowing you, Ryan, had finally retained your Openweight championship enough times to make your challenge for a one on one contest, wait until after you do so to announce the Heart Break Gal somehow still had a right to a championship match? Why HBG, would after all your failures, and you being unable to compete, which is worse than getting pinned by the way, would Brian make up some nonsensical reason to insert you into this match? This is all just his way of strengthening his odds of me losing the gold, at the expense of your Openweight trials Ryan, and at the expense of your dignity HBG!

Get with the times Ryan, your stoic composure is no longer a fixture the masses surround, neither is preaching and telling of your philosophy.  The time of the mysterious wise cult leader is over. The new church is the late night comedy tv with goofballs and celebrity appearances. The new leaders aren’t people who write rules for radicals, the art of war, or pass on knowledge, they’re the ones who tell the craziest stories about the other side, the people that tell you that those who don’t agree with you want to kill children, want to feast on your misery, and don’t believe in your rights. Don’t ever be too real, the world can’t handle that, these people cannot handle that! This world and EAW proved to be a joke to me a long time ago, the people in that locker room never listen or change, nothing you do ever gets through their thick skulls, so I decided I might as well make a game of this little world of ours, and ever since things have only had upsides for me.  As for delusion? Delusion is all around us, to say one must escape delusion to succeed is one of the most ignorant things I’ve ever heard, to the point I think your delusion is almost a threat to me. All that is needed is balance, yes I need to be aware of who and what you are, I always was, but everyone needs to think their just a tad bit bigger than any human should, everyone needs to think and act like they’re larger than life, so that the rest of the world begins treating them as such and a whole new world opens up before you so that you can shape it in whatever image you please.

Yet an image made must contain some level of believability, people have to have an anchor to some place in reality to build their fantasies from, something you fail to have Heart Break Gal. That is why you are no longer able to shape your own density, and you stopped being in control of the narrative around the Heart Break Gal when you aimed too high. See, you aren’t intimidating, you aren’t that quick, and nobody really ever thought you were that smart, but you use to have that mystique to you that led people to believe that maybe you could be a world champion, in the true sense of world champions. Why? Because you use to hang with the top talents as your allies, you use to have scurry into big group matches where you’d take hits by Devan Dubian and Mr.DEDEDE enough for people to think maybe you really could do it on your own. Then, you wrestled near the top by yourself, scraping at the top with talents almost there like Rex and a falling Impact. People thought, HBG might really be able to do it, and god damn it HBG you could have kept that perception alive for years! But instead you decided to step into the jungle and erase all doubt, you shattered the imagination of the people and forced them to witness what would really happen if you wrestled at the pinnacle of this industry, now everyone knows your limitations. You really think people are going to believe this tale you and Brian are trying to concoct about how being knocked out and unable to continue is somehow a strength? Forgetting that I pinned you in a title match before, what is the point of pinning people in the first place? What is the point of tap outs? To be unable to kickout after a three count or telling the ref you can’t escape a wrestling hold that you’re in, those are meant to be displays that you are no longer able to legitimately compete in a match any longer! To say that you being unable to compete after getting your kicked is somehow superior to being pinned or made to submit when that’s the entire point of pins and submissions in the first place, is something even the most devout HBG supporter can’t wrap their head around. This isn’t something that your charm and showmanship can help with HBG, this is you being caught naked, this is the world acknowledging that the empress has no clothes. On the king’s road, you’ve been exposed to even the peasants who now see fit to mock you and tell tales to their friends of how human you truly are, and with every step you take they hear the resounding sound that screams one word, shame.

Open on Amadeus, dressed in his white tracksuit, as he walks through an old abandoned building.  It seems to have once been a dive bar of some kind.  Chairs and tables lay about the floor in various states of disrepair, strewn among broken glass.  The windows of the place are boarded up, and the walls are tagged with graffiti  The bar itself is scratched up with random knife carvings but general stable, albeit completely empty.  Amadeus' sneakers make crunching sounds as he walks among the glass until he reaches the bar.  He brushes off a mostly intact stool and takes a seat, looking around.  His eyes are much sharper than before, less haunted, although they still carry a slightly hollow look, as if he still feels the pain that he had been experiencing.


You know, Moongoose, you're not the only one who is disappointed.  I feel let down by you.  Oh, I understand your desire for revenge.  I don't hold as much of a grudge against Carlos Rosso because he's just a man that will do anything that he can to stay relevant.  How he wins doesn't matter to him, just the 'W' in the win column and the belt on his shoulder.  He may talk about how he wants to elevate the prestige of the belt, but in reality, it's the other way around.  He wants the prestige of the belt to elevate him.  Maybe get his World Title shot so he can roll the dice, stack the deck, and possibly steal that too.  Because at the end of the day, to him, it doesn't matter how he gets the win, so long as he can reap the rewards of it.  And while I may hold the man in contempt, his simplicity makes him a poor target for my rage.  He doesn't matter to me.  That will change if I don't get screwed out of my rematch with him and I face him in the ring to take the title back from me.  But he is a man that I know that I can beat.  If I can foil his tricks, stay one step ahead of his heavy hits, I can bait him into making a mistake and capitalize, putting him away and closing the shades on his Interwire reign.  I will relish stripping him of his pride and his title, but in the end, he's just a man in the right place at the right time.  But I understand how you feel differently.  I can see how you seethe for more substantial revenge after what he did to you in the ring.  Even though this was a no disqualification match, which essentially made his plan within the legal limits of the match, I could see how what he did would wound your pride a little.  However, your response, I would say, goes a little to far.

He pauses for a moment, running his hand over the scarred surface of the bar.


This is where it all began for me.  A turning point in my career in EAW.  This is the bar where Eclipse Diemos hunted down my friend Junpei Shinjo and brutally attacked him, beating him to within an inch of his life, just to get at me.  It was then that Eclipse transformed from being just another opponent to a cold, manipulating hand digging into my soul.  This is where he crossed the line for me.  Eclipse was a monster, a murderer, and fully convinced that his way of seeing the world, where good was evil to him and evil was good.

In your last speech, Moongoose, you reminded me of him.

That utter conviction that you spoke with righteousness of your revenge.  It's disgusting.  I understand the need for revenge.  I support the need for revenge.  But your bloodlust and scope of revenge?  It's wrong.  Yes, this is a sport of violence and blood, but your desires are not of sport but of a snuff film.  Just like Eclipse.  And yet, you deny your decent into darkness all the while lashing me about my own path in the shadows.  You and I are meeting at a crossroads, Moongoose.  I'm trying to take the path out of the darkness.  You seem intend on plunging into the darkness thinking that your pride will light the way.  You'll be too far gone by the time you realize that you're lost.  It's funny ... I feel that we've switched places after the events of Shock Value.  While I wallowed in a pit of despair, you were the one trying -clumsily- to call me back to who I was.  Now, I'm attempting to call you back from the brink of madness, while you rant and rave and quote Alucard.  Or the Ripley Scroll.  My knowledge of 15th century poetry is spotty at best.  The point is that you think that you're tapping into some higher level of yourself, giving into your fury and pride.  But you're not.  You're only debasing yourself further.  You're jumping headfirst into the pit that I just finished climbing out of.  I speak from personal experience; you're not becoming more powerful, Moongoose.  Only more delusional.

I told you that I burn for revenge too, but my response will be at its proper time and against the proper target.  Mao and Carlos are not worth of my hatred.  See, I came to a realization.  After losing the Interwire title, the last thing that I thought that I had, the thing that I promised that I would hold onto if it was the last thing that I did, I felt like I was going to sink deeper into that depression that had been nagging me for so long.  But I didn't.  Maybe it was because I had lost so much already.  I had lost things much more important than titles: family, camaraderie, purpose.  Everything I had ... stripped away.  And it made me feel free, finally.  I had lost and lost and lost that there was nothing to lose anymore.  And now I can rebuild.  You want to call yourself the Bird of Hermes?  I am the Phoenix, reborn from the ashes.  My wings are not consumed to limit me.  I spread them fearless and rise again towards the sun.  And though my fate may be to end up like Icarus, burned and fallen again, I know that I will rise once more from the rubble.  That it what this tournament is to me.  I have nothing to lose by fighting with everything that I have.  If I lose, I fall no further than I already have.  If I win, I redeem my prior failures.  I know that Kenny Drake will be lurking in the margins.  I know he doesn't want me to succeed, and will do anything in his power to prevent me from representing Voltage at King of Elite.  Doesn't matter.  I will either overcome his meddling, or I will get my hands on him and be able to exact my revenge, revenge on a man that has actively worked to take everything away from me.

Like I said, I have nothing against revenge.  It's a basic concept, a force that runs through this world.  For every action, there is a violent reaction.  But let me make one thing crystal clear to you, Moongoose: Kenny Drake is mine.  You want Carlos Rosso?  Fine, go ahead.  I'd ease up on the dismemberment talk, but otherwise, I think that you deserve another swing at him.  But Kenny Drake?  He's mine.  You may bee upset that he he added Carlos Rosso into the match, but he has not taken from you nearly as much as he has taken from me.  If anyone is going to see him humbled and groveling at their feet, it's me.  I assure you that while bloody dismemberment is not on my mind, I will make him suffer to an extent that he'll wish he was still trapped in that coffin filled with poisonous spiders.  But that time and place will not be of your choosing.

You ask me whether I'm worthy of carrying your dreams?  Let's turn the question around.  Are your dreams worthy of me?  What do you want?  Justice?  There is none in this world except for that which you seize with your own had.  Revenge?  We've already gone over that your revenge is overly dramatic.  No, I don't think that your dreams are worthy of me.  It's my dreams that I'm concerned about.  It's my dreams that I will be fighting for on Sunday night.  My aspirations to stick it to Kenny Drake by beating the best that Voltage has to offer.  To represent Voltage as the premier brand in EAW against the elite of Dynasty and Showdown.  To finally begin to live up to the heritage of my mother and grandfather within the squared circle.  And I will fight and scrape to keep these dreams, hold onto them, and make them reality.  You speak as if the future is already sealed for us, though.  That Kenny Drake will let neither of us go far, and he will screw us out of our place.  I'd say it's a certainty that he will try.  But to say it's doomed to failure means that you have no hope.  And that means that you have no dreams.  And without dreams, then you are a sad, twisted little creature and I pity you.  I still have life within these veins.  I still have enough hope to dream.  And I have the will and determination to make my dreams reality.  Kenny Drake will try to knock us down, but while you sink further and further into the muck, I will rise up again.  I will not let him twist me, break me, like it seems that he's done to you.  I refuse to let him win.  You want to test me?  I've been hardened and tempered like steel.  Just like I will not bend or break to Kenny Drake, I will not bend or break to you.  You want to use me as an instrument of your own revenge, but that's not the way I am anymore.  I spent time as a tool.  I spent time as an extension of ugly and pernicious emotions and intentions.

No more.

Amadeus stands up and turns towards the camera, staring with fierce determination.


I am Amadeus.  I stand on my own.  Bring that fury and passion to the ring, Moongoose, but know that you can't bend me to be your instrument.  You are mercurial and temperamental, changeable, just like the Bird of Hermes.  You shift from cocky to silly to maudlin to vengeful, and while this makes you unpredictable, it also makes you unfocused.  Look into my eyes, Moongoose.  I am completely focused.  My focus is pure and uncompromising.  You will know this when we meet on Sunday.  And maybe, just maybe, you will see what you've become, how far you've fallen.

I know the depths that you are plummeting.  But you still have time to stop yourself.  You are not so fallen as Eclipse was.  

Yet.

Turn back.  Reevaluate.

My course is clear.

To be the King of Dreams.

black.

I'm not here to be your teacher Nobi. I know that when you look at me you see everything you want to be one day. Let's just face the facts here, you can not stop me from achieving anything in this company. There is not a single achievement that you can prevent me from achieving. A lot of times in a place like EAW, people like you tend to get caught like a deer in a headlights. In other words, you are pretty much star stuck. I completely understand that it's a big deal for you to stand across the ring from a legend like myself. I get it. But what I can't seem to wrap my head around is the fact hat you think I give a shit about anything you have to say. Not a single word or sentence that you've said the past couple of days have been interesting. The most entertaining thing you can do for me is prove why I should view you as a legitimate threat to my National Elite Championship. I've had man matches throughout my EAW carer and one thing I learned is that trying your hardest isn't enough. Trust me when I say that there will be a point in this match where you think you're shifting to a new gear. This point will be followed by a sequence of moves by yourself in which you believe that you are getting closer to my championship. When in reality, you will suddenly wake up from this dream. That's right. Before you can eventfully regroup, I plan on having you down on the mat, ready to be pinned.  As a matter of fact, I wouldn't plan on lasting more than a few minutes if I were you. You see being in the ring with me is like a maze. At first yo think that you've fund your way out but then you find yourself at an dead end. Get used to being lost and confused because I intend on making this dance of ours short and sweet. 


Listen Nobi, if we were to sit here and calculate all the tings that I've said that may or may not be hypocritical, we would be here all day. That's not why we're here. We're here to talk about my championship and why you aren't ready to obtain it yet. I've never claimed to be undefeated or someone who has't taken a lost. The fact of the matter is that we all take loses in some shape or fashion. The difference between me and those other people though is how I bounce back. Do you think that I am losing sleep over any of those matches? No mater how big or small the match may be, I have the mental capacity to move on when I need to. I know that being in EAW isn't some cake walk. I understand that this company is the biggest and best company in the world. I expect all of my opponents (even you) to bring the best version of themselves down to the ring. The downside of all of that is that people seem to make assumptions based upon those things. The worse thing anyone can do is assume anything about me. Not a single person on this planet has walked a day in my shoes, so how can anyone, including you judge me? No matter how many wins or losses I have on my resume one thing still remains: I am still the EAW National Elite Champion. It's not even about momentum or anything related to that. Frankly, I don't care who you beat or who you think you can beat because it's irrelevant. You can't beat me. You can't put me down on the mat and get the one two three. Let me guess? You think you can make me tap out. Don't even kid yourself.


I'm honestly trying my best not to shit on you every chance that I get Nobi, but I just can't help it. There you go with name-calling and calling me something other than what I am. I am the Prince. I am a champion. I am royalty. What are you? Go ahead and tel me exactly what you are? No don't even do that. I'll tell you exactly what you are. You are a third rate performer whose fifteen seconds of fame is almost up. I've had people come to me and say that I should teat you and Stark with a little bit more respect. You know what? They're clowns just like the both of you. Just the fact that either of you really believe that my days as champion are numbered is baffling. What exactly do you know about being a champion? How many miles have been put on your career defending a championship? I've had to sit here for the past couple of days and listen to what you've had to say. All I heard was a bunch of rambling and misguided propaganda abut why you think you are next to sit on the throne here in EAW. I don't know if you've noticed, but the throne belongs to the Prince of Phenomenal. Look around you Nobi....what do you see? That's right. You see my world. This is my world and this is my company. I am sitting on the throne as champion and leader of this company. Not a single person in that locker room can shoulder the load that I can. What makes you think that you can do what I do? You haven't shown me or anyone else here in EAW that you can back up anything you've said. So why believe you now? Your time is almost up.

Redeemed? Not quite yet.

In redemption, often times our intent is the most critical component of our very actions. The things we do in the entirety of the proceedings more so than in a small fraction is what many will remember in the aftermath. Our intentions sometimes can leave us tripped up and vulnerable, or looking like a genius and unstoppable. It really just depends on the outcome, the result of our efforts. However, redemption, it's something that you have to fight for in a very personal, down and dirty way. If we had our way, no limitations, no rules, the basic plan of redemption would be an endless and bloody conflict, taking on the mentality of kill or be killed. Though it's the painful moments that each experience brings that can make us stronger, smarter, and more well-rounded. We then adjust ourselves, our crown, and we move on. Ares wants the crown. Theron wants the crown. But at what cost are they willing to go to keep me from obtaining it? Ares can spare us the usual personal diatribe against everyone he comes face to face with about what he will do just to take it for himself, but what Ares doesn't realize is that he's a dead man walking once I step into the ring with him. Ares is really an ignorant child trapped in a man's body that believes that if he wants something bad enough that he's going to have it regardless of who he hurts in obtaining it, but in the end like any spoiled child once you don't give them what they want they throw a complete tantrum and take out their frustrations on whoever denied them of what they truly wanted. As for the rookie, someone whose lost all his hype and luster with each passing month, I'm not sweating him either. If it's Theron, he knows already the feeling of allowing everything slip away against me. The former knight of the Kingsguard is not fit for the crown just like he wasn't in trying on three different occasions of snatching the EAW World Championship. He has no real concept of what it takes to derail me in my pursuits in a one on one confrontation in that ring, as was already proven. However, I expect both will give everything they have to get to the semifinals leaving everything they have out there, but redemption? That will be mine. 

Which brings me to you.

I admire your persistence.

You certainly don't get anywhere near where you are today without being so. You seem to be very adamant about trivializing my whole career while placing your accomplishments on the highest of pedestals as if they shouldn't ever be up for debate and left untouched. You're still singing the same tune from two weeks ago, Jack, and what that says to me is that you really do see that as your saving grace with nothing else to go on in an effort to advance in this tournament. Fair enough. You believe your accomplishments speak for you, and my accomplishments don't give me a place to speak, so let's move on to something else. You did happen to start out your little video insisting that I've been overcome in my ambitions by greed, that I'm lusting over attaining something I've yet to achieve, rising up to a status I've yet to know in this company, which should hardly be up for debate since we are in this tournament competing for something greater than what we currently have. The fact of the matter is that this is dog eat dog world, Jack, you should know this better than most even with your short length of time here. Everyone here that has ever achieved anything, including you and David as part of the High Rollerz, have been able to do it, but not without being ruthlessly competitive. By any means necessary, you have to look out for your own interests, just as in your case as a tag team champion just the same. If you're really expecting everything to be fair, you're fooling yourself. That's no different than expecting a lion not to eat you because you didn't kill it first. There can't be two tag separate teams that call themselves Unified Tag Team Champions, now can there? There can only be one team that is recognized as the lone Unified Tag Team Champions. There can only be one King of Elite when this is all said and done. What I did against your partner is what anyone else in my position would've done just to advance. If we didn't do whatever it takes to achieve success in this business then we would never. It's a mindset that's an amalgam that differs from person to person, Jack. It's got to do with passion, hunger for winning, belief, attitude, perserverance, knowledge along with meeting and exceeding expectations that creates quite the concoction, one that generally elevates those select few to the highest of heights. The most successful decisions come from having no other alternative, something I know you know more than most, so you are no position to condemn me whether it was up for debate or not as it pertains to my ambitions. David can always say that he did put up the best effort that he could put together, but the bottom line is that whoever it was that had a motive to see him fail probably the has the same motive in mind for you too. I think I made it more than clear last week about how our first bout made me see things from a different perspective afterwards, and how it had allowed me to see things more clearly. If we're going to talk about ruining legacies, it won't come necessarily in the way that you've laid it out. You seem to be viewing things in nothing but black and white, Jack, the all or nothing thinking, trying so hard to place yourself in a position of comfort and security in both conscious thought of your so-called superiority based on what you've accomplished against mine by comparison, and assumptions that you have made about my yet-to-be-seen demise, which I'm not quite sure why. But it's easy to see that you would use it as a type of defense mechanism to help you sleep at night before our match at Kingsroad. Jack, legacies are hard to establish, and even harder to maintain, particularly because life is long, everyone is prone to mistakes, and all it takes is one castastropic blunder to completely undo your entire reputation. I explained this in laymen terms to your partner last week, and it's as true as the sky is blue my friend, that's partly why I'm here this week and David's not. Everyone that's still here, that's been here since day one that can say that they've spent more than at least six months in this company and have constantly progressed every step of the way are also consumed by their ambitions, always busy trying to prove themselves to the world to create what would be viewed as a successful career for themselves. For anyone to foolishly try and derail them by looking down on what they've done no matter how big or small in the process gets that antagonizer nowhere in the long run, which I can safely say will be your fate this week since you are deciding to play the same tune that you did two weeks ago that most have against me in the past. Your assumptions and opinions don't mean a whole lot to me, because I've heard stuff like this far too many times during my constant rise to get to this point that, of course it doesn't matter. I've managed to get here despite them. Each experience in my career has lead me to this point. It's only a matter of time before I've elevated myself to World Champion, and it starts with a single step. Last week was the beginning, and this week when I put you in your place anything you think or believe after this about my career and my ambitions will not matter.

Just where you tried to get to, where I will be after this.

I can see how overly-eager you happen to be duplicate what you managed a couple of weeks ago, and this time with the stakes even higher. You would love to avenge your partner's unfortunate elimination from proceedings so early. I know how much it would mean to be able to advance to the Showdown semi-finals, just one more round before the Finals that would put Jack Ripley on the map as a singles wrestler with a singular ambition for once, but you would share the moment as you have done in the past. But the past itself? That's neither here nor there, Jack. The past doesn't guarantee you anything this week in the present, only that you've been here before and have shown that you have the wherewithal necessary to succeed in high stakes situations just as I do. Placing everything tangible under a scope, no matter what it may be, can look so much bigger that it really is, success in general can give you a real swelled head that way, as I fell prey to a couple of weeks ago. You got the best of me, but what did it mean for my chances in this tournament? I don't think I have to answer that for you being that I've advanced to this week, making any argument against that fact alone pointless. The past prepares us for the future, and the present to a large extent comes from past actions, choices and experiences; paths taken. If you really believe it's suppose to bog me down, then you are viewing it from the wrong perspective. If my past was meant to define me, do you really believe that I would be where I'm at now? You can continue to trivialize my career, but the bottom line just as I told your partner last week. I'm here right now, and sure I have to prove that what I've said can stand up at the end of the day, but that's nothing new for me at this point. I've grown and evolved plenty in two years, a time during which I've learned how to bring much bigger and better names than you down to size just as you have the same. You can hate everything about me all you want and it ensures you of nothing, it's no skin off my back, but I'll be sure to write down "sleazy conniving bitch" and keep that in mind, but not as motivation by any means, just something to remember you and your partner by after I've successfully put both of you down in back to back weeks.  You may believe me being in this tournament is a waste of mine and your time, but what really is a waste of time is you complaining about last weeks proceedings on behalf of your partner. His time was short, just as I assured him it would be, as I will assure you of just the same.  You don't seem to have any real concept of what it takes to put down someone like me down in a high stakes situation just as most others haven't lately in the last several months when I'm passionate, hungry, with a chip on my shoulder looking to progress by any means necessary. It's like I've said, I admire your persistence, it's something that can get you far in this company as I'm sure you've seen. But what you've basically assumed by coming out early so eager to prove a point through trivializing everything, hanging your hat on what you were able to accomplish a couple of weeks ago, is that it's a plain and simple formula for success again. If that is what you are assuming, then by all means proceed for I won't stop you in the least. This week will tell us a whole lot. Talking down on me wasn't the best approach to take right out of the gates since that was partly what did your partner in last week, that did me in the week before that. I don't know, Jack, if you ask me, you've simply made yourself more ripe for the picking, and I when I do go on to pick you apart in that ring just as I will Ares or Theron, you will still be able look back fondly and take solace in knowing that you still have your gold.

As I ascend on to take my crown.

Empire Promo 2


The camera opens on a dingy apartment living room lit only by the glow of an aged and discolored box television.  In front of it, on the couch and dressed to the tee in a tye dye ghillie suit, sits Mallory Wilde eating takeout from the carton with the spoon utility on a Swiss army knife.  She sits with her legs sprawled and reclined in bad posture as she shovels rice noodles into her mouth and watches the movie on television.

"Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.  He won it by making the other dumb poor bastard die for his country"

Mallory Wilde: It's strange how people can take your words out of context.  April Song seems to think I mean some disrespect...I mean, I do.  Well, not for her, but the armed forces maybe.  Well, not just the armed forces, but any obedient lap dog that barks when it's collar's tugged.  Heck, I'm Canadian.  Can't say I hold much pride in my military, much less the U.S. one, but you get my meaning. I guess I tugged your collar pretty good though, huh?  Gotcha all riled up n' chompin' at the bit to choke me out just 'cause I questioned the very military industrial complex you claimed to have pulled away from, and yet regard with reverence.  You claim the leash is gone just because you don't wake up every morning and clean a latrine with your toothbrush like ya used to, but I see the chain still wrapped around your windpipe.  I hear it shake and rattle as you talk. I hear you speak the words it demands of you.  But hey, I'm not here to belittle anyone's life choices, just to point out your hypocrisy.

"Fixed fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man.  If mountain ranges and oceans can be overcome, then anything built by man can be overcome."

Mallory Wilde: But I'm not your therapist or your high school guidance counselor.  I'm just some hoser who seems to be tellin' ya everythin' ya already know, which is why you're so angry at me.  I will tell ya somethin' that ya misunderstand though: I'm not lookin' for no warrior's death.  I don't mind losin' to ya, but this match ain't some suicide mission.  You n' I have our eyes on the same prize and I aim tuh be fixin' to get it.  Alls I said was that I wanted a fight and that I believe that, in victory or defeat, I could get one outta ya.  Seems I was right considerin' the immediate tone ya chose to take at the first sign of resistance to your jingoistic ideology.  Insubordination to you is a dirty word.  To me it means evolution and free thinkin'.  I've never been a fan of single file lines.  They keep you at least a few heads behind where you wanna be.  That is, unless you're at the front of the line.  I'm not.  Neither are you, but I certainly ain't gettin' there without stepping out of turn and walking to the front.  If ya think you can stop me, go 'head.  If not, stay in line and keeper goin'.  No skin off my ample snoot if you like me or not, but somehow I don't feel like you're of the same mindset.  You seem like the fixated type.  You're the kind that's easily offended by a 'happy holidays'.  You want a fight.  You crave war, and you can't buy into one unless you have a reason to fight.  That's where we differ.  I don't have to be the hero of this story.  Some people might like what I'm throwing out there, and then again some...not so much.  That's fine by me.  Again, I got plenty o' flesh on this hook on my face.  You though? Oh you gotta be the hero.  GI Jane's gotta save the day from the snot nosed millennial questionin' her authoritah!  The truth of the matter is that you don't hold any.  You lack a higher ground, you have nothing in the way of a moral compass to guide you toward your true goal, and you have one extremely glib twenty-something who doesn't really care what you're fighting for.  Want me to hate America? Meh, I could give or take it to be honest.  Most of my favorite bands are from there, but I can make due I'm sure.  Want me to love it?...well...yaaay go Bears or whatever... Want me to lick your jack boots and praise your war machine? Eh, not so much my style, but I've done grosser things on a drunk bet.  Gimme a pony kegga Pabst and aboot ten minutes and we'll talk maybe.  You have no flag to wave in this fight.  This is a war of profiteers, which is a whole other bag of snakes I could dig into if you want to play political 'Risk', but I don't wanna.  No, I want to see what the doggy do when hers is off of her leash.  Does the doggy do what doggies do and fight for it's bone? or does the doggy freeze in one place like a teacup breed and do a doggy doo?  Ball's in your court sister. Show me what's underneath the fatigues and procedural talk.  Or to put it another way and to quote a better movie than this propagandized glorification of an asshole, 'are you gonna bark all day little doggy? or are you gonna bite?'"

Mallory scoops up another spoonful of noodles and accidentally drops it into the ghillie suit.  She searches through the tendrils and strands momentarily, before shrugging, and dumping the rest of the noodles straight from the carton and into her mouth.

Mallory Wilde: Looks like this just went from being a rental to a purchase.  Although it would be hilarious to send this thing out for dry cleaning.

"You magnificent bastard.  I read your book!"

You claimed that there’s always a room improvement yet you said I don’t deserve this opportunity? You also said you’d prefer everyone to walk in their own path. Well, isn’t that ironic POP? You tried to be wise yet you still keep being so arrogant and so gung-ho right now when it comes to me and Stark. You are nothing but a fake ass bitch. You are a fucking moron. You don’t want me to talk about my oh, so-called irrelevant victories because you’re actually not in the right track despite being a champion. You lost to Ares Vendetta, you lost to HBG, you lost to Tiberius, you lost to Diamond Cage, you lost at the EAW Championship Elimination Chamber Match. Basically, you aren’t in the right track after you beat me and 4 other individuals at that National Elite Elimination Chamber Match. Save your match againts Ryan Marx where I hit you with your championship out of nowhere because that’s what you get when you stick your nose into somebody else’s match. Karma is a bitch, POP, an eye for an eye. You messed up with my match and I messed up with yours. Simple as that. You don’t want me to beat Theron Nikolas because I know, deep down your heart I was capable to beat him and forced him to acknowledged me as the better man that night. You don’t want me to have any momentum againts you for this match. Well honestly, despite I need a momentum, I do have what it takes to beat you. I almost beat you once in one on one match until Lucas Johnson showed up and attacked me out of jealously. Well, he’s not here anymore and no one is going to save you this time, POP. You have to deal with me and Stark all by yourself alone. I can honestly say,the reason why you’re still the National Elite Championship right now is because I mostly got the job done for you at that Elimination Chamber match. I started so much earlier than you were and what did I do? I eliminated two individuals in that match before I encountered you. I did so much work that and all you did was take the advantage of it. But that’s fine, that’s ok, I’m having another chance at my hands now to beat you and I’m gonna do it this weekend. You ain’t save from Stark and you ain’t save from me. You have added the fuel to fire, but this isn’t an ordinary fire. This is an extraordinary one. This fire is contained with both angers and motivations. I’m angry at you POP but that’s really motivate me even more to take that belt from your shoulder. You are a tough individual, sure. So is Stark. As I said before, you both have beat me, despite your winning is somewhat questionable, POP. But then again, I’m very eager to be the next National Elite Champion, therefore, my advice for you, please just stop trying to make me feel down because this time, my head is up and I’m seeing nothing but a prize in my sight. There’s nothing you can do to stop me, POP. So, am I good enough to make it into this company? I know I am. I have pushed both you and Stark to your own limit respectively. Hell, I almost beat you, POP. But that’s a’right, I’m going to beat you AND Stark this weekend. I’m going to make it reality.

Do you think I care about you having ladies in the audience seeing your abs? Bitch, I have the entire building supporting me. No matter where I am at, I’m very universally loved. Men, Women, Kids, Adults, they all love me. I can even say I’m an International Icon because I’m not even American. So yes, I don’t care if Ladies want to see your abs, I have my own large fan-base.

Well, speaking of fans, I’m tired to let them down all the times. I’m tired to dissapointed them. That’s another motivation I have in my hands too. I know, you probably are going to ask me “what if you let them down again Nobi?” and I can honestly say I don’t know the right answer for now. I have experienced the worst and it was hard to deal with. I don’t know what the fans see at me, but they never turn on me. They keep giving me a lot of motivation to someone like me. Someone who still has a zero success in this company. But then again, I’m trying really hard to realize my dream come true. As you said, I’ve worked so hard for so long and I’m going to work even harder to beat you and Stark this weekend. I’m ready for this match, I’m ready to become the National Elite Champion and I’m ready to punch your handsome face where you lost some of your teeth and I’m ready to make your nose bleeding, POP, are you?

It's easy to say that my ambitions got the better of me when you are nothing but a filthy spectator who will never survive a day in my situation. While most people find absolute contentment in holding only one Championship for the sake of highlighting their already-dwindling worth in this god forsaken company, there will always be that sensation, that intense burning desire of mine to take everything that I can get and leave nothing to everyone else. People say its my emotions that get in the way of reality, when the fact is, it's the same emotion that keeps me going as it fully allows me to confidently reach for the stars even when there's just a small chance of going far enough. Most people would have given up if they are forced to reach for the same goals that I have for myself, they would have already thrown up their guts for the standards of excellence that I set up the day I stepped in this company, but here I am, still with the willingness to carry a heavier load than any man or woman is capable of... why? Because my passion allows it. I am not a spineless coward who will just sit at the back waiting for the next opportunity as she goes back to square one after a horrific loss, I am a frontline soldier who is willing to put her physical well being at stake just so she can shoot the first bullet right between her enemy's eyes. You can never understand these ideals, Ryan Marx, and you will never see things the way I do, because all your career you have been nothing but a spectator, an observant that detaches himself from feeling alive as he celebrates his small wins and calls it the highlight of his career. You are nothing but a pretender who thinks that he can jive with the competition in the main event scene, when the crowd can see that he is just another rookie drenched in self-importance. You are nothing but a sub-human waste that the faces in the crowd overlook because he has done nothing noteworthy in his career that would make them look his direction, a replaceable average joe, that at this point, it wouldn't matter who else is in the match against me and TJ, let alone who the Openweight Champion is. I consider you a competition, yes, an enemy whose head I have to cut off before he thinks that he's actually good enough to share the same ring as me, but besides this match at Kingsroad, I would never take a single minute to figure out who or what you represent. That's how little you mean to me, and that's what the world sees when they see Ryan Marx. 

Losses were never seen as burdens, at least not completely. They're nothing but bad memories that are meant to fade away. Some poor souls spend years with more than ten world title attempts until they catch one on their eleventh time, and some never get their chance at all. But if there's one thing I learned from those who have come and gone in this company, it's that you should be willing to do whatever it takes to secure your place in the World Title run, winning contenderships is not enough, sacrificing your career, your life, your family, your well-being is not enough, falling off of a fucking ladder and onto the steel steps is not enough to even get a fucking glimpse of gold that you only dream of on a normal day. Sacrifices do not equal the ability to put the competition down, so don't you fucking tell me how you've had such a hard time facing the likes of Cloud Matsuda and Jon McAdams for a fucking trinket made for rookies to feel better about their incompetence, and that those wins equate to any victory against me once the stage is set on Kingsroad, because it's nothing compared to what I've had to go through just to get to this point. I was burned and battered and shattered by the likes of Y2Impact, Lannister and Rex McAllister, they are... were... at the top of their game, and they have done their best to keep me away from the EAW Championship, but where are they now? Y2Impact is gone from EAW because I forced him to leave. Lannister is gone after making an embarrassment of himself with the way he handled the Unified Tag Team Championships. And Rex McAllister? He has officially started from scratch and finding another way to place himself back up in the title scene! Now, looking at you and the fact that you're every way below their level, do you honestly think you'd get another shot if you let this opportunity slip through your fingers? I guarantee you, Ryan Marx, it only takes one match for the world to decide on whether or not they've seen everything you can offer, you will be back picking up scraps and starting from square one while I celebrate with my gold. Don't blame me for your suffering because of the fact that I was included in this match because if you are as great as you want the world to believe, you wouldn't be afraid of another person taking whatever is left of your fifteen minutes of fame. Because really, Ryan Marx, if you want to put limitations on what you can and can't do and then point fingers at me for letting myself be nearly injured in a match where the numbers are more than what you're currently facing, then you are no better than me. It makes you a hypocrite. It makes you a scared little brat who feels he's dealing with more than what he signed up for. But I have a feeling that this isn't your hypocrisy talking. It's that nerve on your brain that is looking for any possible excuse to blame everything else but you for the loss that you are about to endure in my hands. And for that, I don't really blame you.

Do you want to know why I keep getting chances, Ryan Marx? Oh, don't worry, not getting officially eliminated in the chamber is only a small factor of it. The reason why I never have to worry about being pushed down like the rest of you is because of the value I have in this business. Whenever my name is uttered, it ensures that I deserve more in this world where opportunities are concerned, and whenever they think of the Heart Break Gal, they see her as a Champion not because of any gold she yearns for but because of the way she operates even in the face of defeat. People see me as a superior athlete that no one else can compare to because of the way I handle myself in the ring against any kind of opponent. I am not being arrogant, it's just a fact of life, something you will have to learn the hard way if you ever make the mistake of crossing me. You are nothing but a shadow to the light of the Goddess of War. You are nothing but a murmur in the crowd, one whos opinions I wouldn't lose sleep over. And after Kingsroad, you will suffer in silence on your early downfall, while I roar proudly as EAW Champion.

When an opportunity such as the Grand Prix Tournament arises and I am partnered with one of the toughest I have ever faced in Cameron Ella Ava, I waste no time in preparations to ensure that I get that win. Another one rises for the EAW Championship, and I only assure to keep a straight face and give my all to become victorious, despite having five other people reach for that same goal. I have been told by various opponents that I can only prioritize one or the other, but naturally the stubborn Heart Break Gal would say that she will win both. Road to Redemption followed, I have succeeded in the Grand Prix finals, but after a hard fought battle, I have failed to win the EAW Championship later that night. I am not going to make any excuses, nor will I tell you that I regret pushing myself harder to get the desired result... after all has been said and done, I continue to celebrate my victory in the Grand Prix... but as for the EAW Championship? Hah, the stubborn Heart Break Gal will still continue to say she will win both! Tiberius Jones naturally takes the lazy approach, doesn't take into account anything I have ever done as he continues to discredit me as he blabs away with these insipid claims on how men are better than women. I get it. Science truly has proven it and I'm past the point denying it! Sometimes you just have to level with this guy, open up his brain and let all the air unleash just so you can understand the complexity of his thoughts. There is nothing more to say. Forget that I was never pinned. Forget that I never submitted. Tiberius Jones would rather live this delusion that I ran around in circles and that I'll do the exact same thing at Kingsroad! Bitch, I had more than enough strength to endure a match against two opponents earlier that night and still last as long as I did in the Elimination Chamber. I outlasted three opponents. I was forced to stop competing. Do you honestly think that a measly triple threat match against you and whats-his-face will actually shake me? 

Burn me. Crush me. Shatter me into a million pieces. Push me off a ladder and watch me fall down onto the crushing noise of the steel floor to make certain that I am unable to move. But a word of advice when you're trying to kill off the Heart Break Gal -- make sure you fucking succeed. Because through the pain that came along with my trials, I stand here still with a smile on my face ready to fight another war, ensuring that you regret the day you let the monster step back in the ring to exercise her thirst for vengeance as she finally takes away the EAW Championship.

You can injure me. You can try to kill me. But I will always stay alive just to spite you. I will always keep coming after you. And with it all, I dare ask only one question:

Is that all you fucking got?

(Moongoose McQueen is sitting in a dark room with red ambient lighting as Moongoose is sitting on the floor sharpening a katana on a grinding stone and testing it’s sharpness. Moongoose’s face is completely bandaged up leaving only a single eye exposed glaring red from the lighting. Moongoose proceeds to place the katana on the floor in front of him, Moongoose continues to stare down at the katana as he speaks as if almost in shame)
 
You’re wrong, Amadeus. At this point, I do not care how people perceive me. There is only one thing that is on my mind now, and I think you of all people know what it is. Revenge. You and I both know what we were both set up. Just as he found a way to remove you from the match, I was meant to be the fool to take the hit. We were both used, and at this point, my reputation doesn’t matter. Only justice matters, and I intend to administer it.  As much as I’d like to face you, and I do deem you a worthy adversary, I do wish it was under different circumstances. Not for the King of the Elite tournament, and not with my mind in it’s current state.
 
No, this isn’t my descent into darkness. For it is my belief that vengeance is on a different plane of existence beyond light and darkness. While you seem to be biding for your time, waiting for the proper moment to strict in the shadows, I intend to make it loud and clear that I will be making my move. And this is where you and I are different. You want Kenny Drake. I want it all. I want Kenny Drake. I want Mao. And I want Carlos Rosso. I want that entire stupid entourage of his.  No, I want everyone responsible for this. Everyone in this will be held accountable, and there is a part of me that is willing to give up a throne just for blood. What can I say? I was never meant to be a king, but a warrior and a demon. I don’t give a shit about not being the EAW Interwire Champion. I don’t give a damn about King of Elite. Hell, I’ll even just won’t show up for our match and let you have it. It’s never been in me to do things how EAW wants me to do things. I’ll get to the world championship my way, but until then, I know already that I will never get that opportunity as long as people like Kenny Drake, Mao, and Carlos exists. Those that deal in the shadows and only come into the light when the opportunity fits them. This corruption, this madness. It hurts me. It insults me. It puts me to shame. Because when I say “EAW is Moongoose McQueen,” I mean it from the bottom of my heart that EAW is an extension of my soul. How this company is ran, it represents me, it’s what I fight for, and to see these underhanded dealing takes place. Nothing has changed. Carlos Rosso as GM was trash, and Kenny Drake has proven to be no different. How, Amadeus, I must ask can you continue to live and wait while this goes on? When does it stop? Who will make it stop?
 
I have to say, Amadeus, I’m quite disappointed in you right now. You’ve let the darkness consume you while your heart continues to cry and ache for more. And for that alone, even I can’t simply live with the idea to let you advance in this tournament. You’ve put me in a tough situation. Do I beat you and advance in the King of Elite so that you may go on and exact revenge on the behalf of both of us or do I lose to you, go hunt down those bastards, and hope that having you beat me won’t go in vein? Either way, you have only proven to me to be a worthy opponent. But the new question to arise in all of this is, are you worthy to carry on my dreams. Cut the bullshit, Amadeus. I know you well enough to atleast know you want revenge or win the King of Elite. We are on the same page. But you and I both know what as long as Kenny Drake and his cronies exist, both of us won’t make it far, because for all we know, Kenny might make sure his favorite gets to the finals. Even if I were to beat you and advance, it won’t change the fact Kenny will find some way to screw me over. And if you were to beat me, well, I need to know you have the conviction to go all the way to the end because I’m making damn sure no one…. NO ONE interferes when it comes to the proper crowning of a king. I’m sick and tired of the screw jobs. I’m sick of being the victim in all of this. I’VE HAD ENOUGH! THIS ENDS NOW!
 
You know what I’m going to do to Carlos, Kenny, and Mao, Amadeus? While you hide in the shadows? I’m going to take out Mao first and crush that larynx of her. Put an end to the mouth of hers and leaving only just enough for her to breath so that I can make her watch as I rip apart Carlos’ arm. I’ll snap it off, bite it off, whatever it takes, and beat him with it. And the main course. Kenny Drake, who I know will scramble to find the next man to protect him from me. But believe me, with this sword, I intend to make it clear what happens to those that choose to deal with Kenny Drake and get in my way. I’ll mow them all down and send them to hell, and when I get my hands on Kenny Drake, I’ll make him wish he never came back to EAW to begin with. Keelan showed him mercy, but I’m all out of it. Everything I said I’ll do to Mao and Carlos, I’ll deliver upon him in 10 folds. I’ll crush his windpipe so he has to breath of his nose. I’ll beat him senseless with his own arms, and as for taking him to hell? Well, let’s just say the only dealing he’ll be doing with the devil, but spoiler alert, I’m not in the mood to listen to what he has to say. Let this be a cautionary tell for those that try to cross me. I might play the hero from time to time, but deep down, we all have beasts just waiting to unleash their fangs. And the fangs are already out, eager to dig into the throat of anyone the if feeling a little brave.
 
As I said Amadeus, it’s unfortunate that you and I have to face under these circumstances. But now, this isn’t a fight to see who is the best. This is a fight to see if you can handle my rage, my passion, my soul. This is a proposition, Amaedus. This is a test. To see that no matter what happens in our match, no matter who wins, the other would be able to carry out vengeance. After all, there is two opportunities for that here. The first one is for the loser to go after the perpetrators and keep them in line. The other is the winner that would go on to the very end in spite of them. If I have to, I’ll beat you and I’ll execute them all myself. But even I am just one man, and even with you, Amadeus, I will not be selfish. I will give you the opportunity to play your part. I will give you the gift of revenge, and now all I ask for you is to take it. Beat me! Fight me! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!! PROVE TO ME YOU ARE WORTHY TO CARRY MY PAIN! MY CONVICTION! MY VENGENCE!! EITHER BECOME THE EXECUTIONER OR BECOME THE KING THEY NEVER WANTED!! I DON’T CARE!!
 
But your words will not be enough. It will never be enough. You telling me that you have this will not clear the doubt that is in my mind. I need to feel it. I need to believe it in the only way warriors can truly prove their worth. Through Pain and Suffering. For this is what makes us the same. This is our connection between the light and dark. Just as I don’t fear the darkness or the unknown, you shouldn’t fear the light and the all-revealing truth. EAW is a cesspool of scum and snakes, and it’s about time someone cleaned it all up. Maybe it’s not you, Amadeus. But it’s my job to do that. Call me a fool, but when I see dirt, I’m compelled to clean it, even if it means using my own tears, sweat, and blood to do so. I’m not like most people. I can’t turn away and let these things go on. The moment I do, the light in me dies. My soul dies, and without a soul? What am I? Another tool? A machine? No, I’m human, capable of smiling through the pain and continue to shine brightly like a star in the night sky. As vast as the darkness maybe, with enough stars, it’s enough for the hopeless to see, to believe. Be a Star, Amadeus. Step out of the darkness and make me believe. MAKE ME A BELIEVER!
 
I want you to give me everything you got, and I will give you all I got. I will take you to the limit as I’ve promised and I demand you do the same for me. Don’t disappoint me, Amadeus. Don’t do this to me. We are bound by fate here, and I need you so that my conscious may be clear. So that I, the light can walk down a path without hesitation, without looking back. I need to know whether or not you have what it takes, and Amadeus, I’m going to beat you and beat you, over and over until you can’t take anymore! But at the end of it all, I’ll have my answer. I’ll know if I’ll have to walk alone in this tale of triumph and vengeance. But it would had been nice to know I’m not alone.
 
(Moongoose proceeds to pull off the bandages from the lower part of his face revealing a sadistic smile revealing McQueen’s jagged and broken teeth resembling a demon)
 
What says you, Amadeus? Are we going to fuck shit up or what? Either way, Voltage or King of Elite will never….eeeeeeeeeever….. be the same again. Let the purge begin, I say. The time for fun and games is over. No more hide and seek, Amadeus. This is war. And you can either sit on the sidelines and watch it happen or finally do something about it and be a part of it. And before you do that last part, I need to know here and now. Amadeus, are you worth my time having my back or worth my time following and protecting? I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.  
 
(Moongoose looks back down at his katana and pick it back up as he stares at his own reflection in the blade, mesmerized by it.)
 
The Bird of Hermes is my name
Eat my wings to keep me tame
 
The night shall soon be stained with red
You and your army lay bleeding and dead
Your bodies shall rise soon
And join The Bird’s platoon
You shall learn to live in night
You ghouls are made to fight
The stench of blood is ever sour
The Bird’s enemies shall cower
 
The Bird of Hermes is my name

Eat my wings to keep me tame

The time has come. This is for all of the marbles. Three men. One championship. As I was walking down the street the other day, a fan stopped me and asked a question. Their question was what motivates you to keep going? At first I thought that the answer was obvious. Really obvious in fact. How can any sane person sit back and ask that question when I am literally living proof of motivation. Anyway, after a couple of seconds I eventually told this person that there's no point in time where you decide that I can't get any better. In other words, I won't ever wake up one day and think that there is no area of my game where I can't improve. There's always room for improvement and I know that in a company like EAW you have to keep your head on your shoulders. Time and time again I'll have these newcomers approach me, much like that fan, and ask for advice. I wish I was kind enough to give those guys some tips on this business. It would be easy for me to sit here and tell them what to and what not to do. However, I feel like it's way more enjoyable to let everyone walk their own paths in life. Sure, there may be a few crashes here in there but that is what life is all about. As I sit here with my championship belt across my shoulder, I wonder what milestone I'm going to reach next. Honestly, I lost count. No one can fuck with me. 


As far as my championship match this week at Kingsroad, I guess I have to talk about my opponents. I've had the misfortune of facing the both of these guys a hand full of times i the last few months. It's hard for me to pick which opponent I want to start insulting first, because the fact of the matter is I dislike them equally. Nobi, I'm shocked you're still a thing. I figured at this point you would have been moved back down to NEO. What do you have to offer this match? Has anything changed since the last time we've been in the ring together? Do you want to know why I don't think you're worthy of being in the ring with a icon like me? I can't write a book right now but I'll do my best to make this brief. In short, you wish you could wake up and be the Prince of Phenomenal. You wish you could be as handsome as me. You wish you could have those ladies in the audience faint at the sight of my beautiful abs. Take a look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself this: Am I good enough to make it in this company? Do I have necessary tools in order to defeat someone like Prince of Phenomenal for a championship? I don't know dog. I'm sure you've worked really hard to get yourself in this position, but that doesn't mean I have to respect you. That doesn't mean I have to respect anything about you and what you have to offer. The best thing you can do is bring your A-game to this match. No, let me rephrase that. The best thing you can do is not even show up to this match. You think that you're under my skin? Stop it Nobi, you barely pressing against my flesh. I really don't want to sit here and hear about your irrelevant victories. I don't want to hear anything you have to say honestly because I've already heard it. The worst thing you can do in EAW is assume that you deserve anything. You don't deserve this opportunity. You don't deserve to be in this match. You don't deserve shit. Most importantly, you don't deserve this championship. And as long as I have life in my body, I'll make sure you'll never get close to it. 


A wise man once told me that a lion never loses sleep over the opinions of sheep. He was wrong. I'm up now. I blame Nobi for getting me so riled up with his mess of a career. If he cared about anyone in this company or any of the fans he would retire right now. I think that it's best if I move on. Stark, I know what you're going to say. You don't like me. Fine. Fuck you too. I don't like you either. I have something you want and something you won't ever be able to get. That is as long as it's around my waist. I'm so sorry Stark. I'm sorry that your carer has basically been stuck in the same gear for awhile now. I see you on social media putting in work in the gym and trying to work on your craft. I wish you could see me laughing as you think that any of that is going to make a difference against me. Let's face it, you aren't ready for the big leagues kid. I know that you were excited to hear your name be called up to the big boy/girl brands. However, I think that we both can admit that it hasn't went as you expected. You were a young exciting kid who thought he was going to dominate from the very first mach. Then reality came crashing down onto you and your future. This would be the match for you to put your name of the map. This right here, right now, is the perfect opportunity for you to not only prove to yourself and me but the world you are legit. But I don't think that you can do it.  As I look into your eyes, I don't see the hunger. I don't see someone who is ready to take their career to the next level. Honestly, I just see someone who is happy to be here. That's fine. A lot of guys and girls in that locker room are in the same boat as you. Just don't think I'm going to hesitate ending your career when the opportunity presents itself. 

Ready or not. Here I Come.

….Diamond Cage…

No, let me be less formal for once.

DC, my apprentice, whatever will I do with you, young man?

So much disappointment, yet so little that seems can be done for you. I know that you believe that I have never appreciated you, never supported you in the ways that you wanted, and your heart bleeds hatred for all these things that have occurred over the years, but I want you to know I’ve NEVER questioned your work ethic or thought you lacked anything in the effort department. Even now, you go the extra mile to prove yourself, like the good little dog that ran and ran so far with it’s tongue sticking out and returned with the fake bone to its master, expecting congratulations for its silly little deed with a pat on the head and maybe a rubbing of the belly. You come to me with this entire long speech of yours, you start using big words for you that you don’t understand like levity when clearly that’s not what you meant, just to prove to me that you can count to ten. I want you to know, I notice these things, I may not always show it, but believe me in my own head I’m patting you on the head and giving you all the appreciation a little one like you can ask for, because deep down I value the fact that you at least try.

It’s just...someone who tries isn’t enough.

Yes, you’re even brutal and someone who beats to the sound of his own drum like any mentor could be proud of, especially for a “scumbag” like me who supports this industry of violence, but you’ve never had the rest of the tools necessary to build yourself up to what I wanted in an apprentice, to be someone I pass on all my knowledge and expertise.

That’s why I picked Ares over you.

He just as cold hearted as you and I, dare I say it maybe even more as I see the man do his work to the point of beating a pregnant woman, but more importantly he actually has the brains and capability for delayed gratification that wild beast like you do not. We’re all predators, but he and I birds of prey circling the skies for those we will decimate, while you just chase anything that crosses your eyesight like some mangy mutt. You could have been on the right side of history, we could have cleared the field with out opponents at Pain for Pride, but instead because of you we lost to three men who aren’t even in EAW today, and pale in comparison to my legacy! It was the tenth Pain for Pride DC, the tenth, the marking of a decade, and we lost. Did you honestly think that’d sit well with me? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW BIG A PAIN FOR PRIDE LIKE THAT IS! Those are the type of moments generations in the future will look back to.

Now all it is for us is a moment they’ll look back to when future historians tell the story of Diamond Cage, and have to pin point the most precise moment that began the decline of Diamond Cage into the victim they’ll know you as then. Not a victim of me, of this business, or Ares, but a victim of your own nature that begs for your own destruction like some animal that craves its own suffering. You were right to say that not only do you dish out punishment, but you take more of it, why you feel that getting beat up is some sort of badge of honour is beyond me. Yes, I return from savage occasion like that of which you are so proud of doing to your mentor, but you never see me fixate on returning from a beat down I should never have allowed to happen in the first place, I simply return the favour tenfold. Some say an eye for an eye, I’ve always been of the thought that if someone pokes you in one eye you should take BOTH of theirs, to me violence is something you escalate upon those who dare even think of messing with you.

I may be a man of class, but I’ve never made it a secret the things that I do, or tried to hide how it is that I go about my business, you’ll find that the rich are never as saintly as some people believe that to be. It’s funny, as much as you hate Robbie V, you sure do sound like him with this immature outlook on the world where the upper echelon are these people that let you down like you should of expected anything else from conquerors, and this obsession with whores when thinking of people that do what needs to be done in this business. This isn’t the fairy tales of adulthood parents give to their children because they’re too ashamed to show them what the real world is, this isn’t the soft pretense that megastars have convinced the world they’ve lived through while being the biggest scumbags of all time. Hollywood, politics, this is the year where people like you and the audience have begun to realize that the story rich people gave you were all tales told so that YOU would act in the way they pretend they do, so that you are to do right like good little drones, when they get to do all wrong and enjoy the successes of life. So why speak of me like it was possible that there could be anything else than the greed, power abuse, and craving for the taboo that brought me here on top of the world?

There’s another thing about the rich and powerful that has been learned this year for people like you, the display of strength is all that matters. It proved the motto I’ve always lived by in EAW. It’s the ones who apologize, or who go into things half heartily, that get punished.  Penance doesn’t exist for men like me DC. I am open about what I do, and I get off scot-free, because I show people that I’m powerful enough to get away with anything, I could shoot their own mothers and they’d say she shot herself three times in the back of the head. I can be the last man standing of my generation and they’d celebrate me as the last of the EAW originals, just as they will celebrate the mentor who outlived his protégé.

 
 
(There is a small area backstage set up for various local and international media to ask for post-match reactions from various Voltage stars. The area is mostly quiet until Carlos Rosso can be heard screaming from the top of his lungs as he makes his way back from the ringside area.)

Carlos: YOU LIKE THAT! YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT! YOU LIKE THAT SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!


(Soon, Carlos Rosso, the Interwire Championship belt over his shoulder as he walks over to the table set up nearby, slamming the belt down over it and pounding his fist on the cheap plastic table, making the bottle of water on it bounce off.)

Carlos: I! FUCKING! TOLD YOU! DID I NOT SAY I HAD A PLAN!? DID YOU PEOPLE THINK I WAS STUPID OR SOMETHING!? Of course, you did. You people always, ALLLLLLLLLLLLWAYS have something to say. You always doubt. You always refuse to report the truth….

(Mao, her cheek with a small bandage on it, a wobbly Stephanie Matsuda and the Wild Boys, Billy and Jimmy Wilde, make their way towards the table as well, surrounding him as he continues to rant.)

Carlos: “What if Plan A doesn’t work?” WELL GUESS WHAT, I HAD A PLAN B! AND A PLAN C! AND A PLAN D! I was not leaving this arena without the Interwire Championship. People used to talk about the Zaibatsu as a joke, but I have the smartest, most beautiful, most cunning woman in EAW…

Stephanie: Thank you, Carlos….

Carlos: I was talking about Mao.

Stephanie: FUCK YOU TOO! I BROUGHT BEER BUT SINCE YOU WANNA BE A BITCH YOU’RE NOT GETTING ANY!

Mao: Easy, easy. You two play nice.

(Stephanie tries to pass off the beer to the Wild Boys, but they both shake their heads and hold up their hands, mouthing “We can’t.”)

Stephanie: Pussies.

Carlos: AS I WAS SAYING! I have…TWO…of the most beautiful, cunning, intelligent women in EAW on my team. I have The WILD BOYS….and if you haven’t been watching NEO, you’re not living life at a CHAMPIONSHIP level. These two little scrawny fucks are going to tear the tag team division apart when they get called up, and they’re gonna have a press conference like this someday because they’re winners, but they aren’t gonna swear and not gonna drink because they’re GOOD CHRISTIAN BOYS WHO DON’T DO THAT SHIT!

Billy: Yup.

Jimmy: Right on.

(Out of nowhere, Carlos grabs two beers from Cloud, much to her annoyance and Mao’s worry, guzzling them down at the same time and throwing the cans away.)

Carlos: THIS IS A NEW DAY! The Ichimichi Zaibatsu is coming. I AM THE NEW INTERWIRE CHAMPION. VERY SOON STEPHANIE CLOUD MATSUDA WILL BE THE EAW WOMEN’S CHAMPION, THE WILD BOYS WILL BE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

Billy: World?

Jimmy: World, dude. World.

Carlos: And I don’t care who wins that match that’s going on later tonight between Jamie and Chris Elite, I will take the World Heavyweight Championship, and THEN...that’s where the real fun begins. We’re recruiting now. We want the BEST wrestlers in the world to join us as we eventually take over Empire, Voltage, Dynasty, even Game of Showdowns. WE WANT IT ALL……WHY? BECAUSE WE ARE….

All: ICHIBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANN!!!

(The Wild Boys and Mao clap as Cloud and Carlos argue about beer before Mao separates them and turns her attention back to the press.)

Mao: Questions for the Champion of Life, the Interwire Champion?
Reporter: Was your plan with Kenny Drake the real secret weapon all along?

Carlos: Uh, YEAH. Of course, we were pretty sure that the Black Power fist of Righteous, Harmonious Destruction would come in handy, but it helps to have someone that has a grudge against Amadeus uh…at the CONTROLS if you will. I’m sure it was a shocking experience for Amadeus.

(The Wild Boys laugh like loud, annoying henchmen as Mao rolls her eyes.)

Carlos: Seriously though. People can insinuate that this was all some sort of elaborate plan that Kenny and I sat down and concocted…and they would be RIGHT, to a point. We talked about big money champions, big matches. We talked about a future where the Zaibatsu and Voltage rule EAW. We talked about taking that belt from Amadeus…. but we didn’t talk about him doing anything in this match. Anything that he did…(snicker) was on his own volition and freewill. As for Moongoose, who I’m pretty sure got every last fucking electrical pun shocked out of him, I hope he realizes now more than ever that he’s not anywhere near my level. HE IS NOT ON A CHAMPIONSHIP LEVEL! HE IS NOT LIVING A CHAMPIONSHIP LIFE! I AM!

Reporter: How do you plan to celebrate this accomplishment and how does it feel to join TLA and Vic Vendetta as the only men to hold the Interwire Championship twice?

Carlos: We’re celebrating by catching a flight down to Baton Rouge….AND THEN IM GOING TO FUCKING WALK ON’S, THEN THE CHIMES, AND WE ARE GOING TO FUCKING HAVE A BEER CRAWL THROUGH TIGERLAND!

Billy: Carlos, we can’t drink.

Carlos: THEN I’LL GET YOU DR. PEPPER OR SOMETHING, DAMN IT! YOU TWO ARE COMING!

Reporter: What’s next for Carlos Rosso…and what do you have to say to the naysayers?

(Carlos looks at the reporter as if he’s grown a second head.)

Carlos: ARE YOU DEAF!? I TOLD YOU WHAT WAS NEXT ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS AGO YOU DUMB FUCK! IM GOING TO TAKE THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, FULFILL MY DESTINY OF BECOMING A TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION AND THE GREATEST, yeah, I went there, THE GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER THAT HAS EVER COMPETED IN ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING. This is my promotion now, I make the rules, I set the standard, the Zaibatsu sets the standard. And…to those of you who doubted, I will allow you this opportunity now to grovel at my feet, beg for forgiveness, treat me and adore me like the benevolent king I am. No, I will go a step further…. treat me like….

(Carlos suddenly turns to the Wild Boys as Mao is trying to restrain a Stephanie who is getting a little too touchy-feely with a female reporter in her drunken stupor.)

Carlos: I’m going to say it guys. Don’t get offended.

(Carlos picks up his belt and puts it over his shoulder.)

Carlos: Treat me like a God. And anyone who refuses to accept my Godhood, like Zeus from Olympus the lightning from my storm will strike them down!

(As Carlos walks off Billy and Jimmy look shocked.)

Billy: Did he say that?

Jimmy: Yeah dude…….