2018 is almost upon us and with that comes the start of a classic EAW tradition to get us into the new year. The King of Elite tournament is back and once again I have found myself as one of the eight men selected for the Dynasty bracket. Dynasty seems to have a reputation for making sure that its first round set-up is the hardest of the three brands and from the looks of things, this time around will be no different. Jacob Senn taking on The Pizza Boy, Nasir Moore taking on Ahren Fournier, hell, there’s a damn good prospect match in Darkane vs. Reginald Dampshaw the Third. There’s a lot of unpredictability, people can’t really imagine any of these men getting pegged as a first round out. It’s a murderer’s row of competitors here but there’s one person in the lineup of eight that sticks out like a sore thumb and I have the misfortune, or I suppose one would consider it luck, of having him as my first round. I talked about the other matches and how difficult they are to figure out a winner for - every single match there looks like deadlock with both men having merit as far as beating the other. You see those matches and believe it to be a true test of their talents!...And then you go down the list and there’s my match; the opposite of every other contest in the round. The contrast in the matches almost seems like it was booked to be a joke. Each of my peers will be looking across the ring and seeing an equal in ability, a mirror image of their in ring performances. But when I step into that ring on Friday night, get into my corner and that bell rings...across the ring from me will be Tomi Venus. A man who even with his bad attitude and violent attitude finds himself as the underdog in most scenarios due to his stature and strength. Now obviously his size is just the beginning of our differences as there are plenty of smaller guys in this industry who can work their asses off and actually give me an interesting match, albeit still having it kind of slanted in my favor. But Tomi Venus lacks a lot of the qualities that allow those types of wrestlers to last in this harsh environment.

That was the same problem he had when he was Target Smiles. Too weak, too overconfident and too oblivious to the dangers that lie ahead for him. As Target Smiles Tomi would always dismiss the warnings of not just me, but most of his opponents and brush them off with some delusional statement to keep up the act of him having it all together and being ready for anything. Back then it was the stupid spouting of all of the “Smiling Faces” out there supporting him and giving him the power to win, now it’s just a blatant belief of superiority that is unwarranted and has no back up to it whatsoever. With his phony good guy persona now gone and the bitter scumbag that he actually is being able to run free, Tomi Venus no longer has an excuse to be modest. Tomi Venus has become real arrogant even though he has no room to be.  He boasts and he boasts, slowly becoming the definition of throwing stones from a glass house as he spends his time trying to tear down people who are doing far better than him in every aspect. Case and point being when this match was announced and the first thing Tomi did was run to the media and attempt to damage my credibility against him. He wanted to talk about how he went and “brutalized” Jacob Senn and then switch over to me being in an interview during that show instead of a match, spinning that into such a sad case for me and my career. It would be beyond foolish thinking my loss to Scott Diamond somehow made me lesser than the likes of Tomi Venus. At the end of the day, Scott Diamond fluked his way through a victory and when it came down to Invictus he got absolutely washed in that match. Damn near anyone with eyes could have saw that match and realized I would have been the better opponent to face Nico that night. I lost my contendership match against Scott Diamond but by the time Invictus closed I was the one whose stock was in better shape. I can still challenge for a world title right now and nobody bat an eye. And since we’re talking about that number one contendership match, may I remind you that while you make jokes I at least managed to get that contendership main event in the first place? Title opportunities, main events, show closers, they have been a regular thing with me; they are a thing you have never and will never touch so I find it hard to understand why you want to laugh when you’d for a fact kill to be in the position that I’m in. You’re out here hiding your identity and practically begging other people for clout so that you can gain relevance, floundering for months until you did this reveal.  You managed to get one over on Jacob Senn, fantastic, so have many others before you. Let’s not pretend like Jacob Senn has been the best since Pain For Pride - that man is a broken mess. Hall of Famer and a legend yes, but pretty much open season for any scrub to beat up and get a quick name under their belt until he gets out of his rut. Answer me this: does a trophy hold any value if it’s being awarded who everyone who steps up to compete? That same logic applies here. Try waiting for something actually impressive to take place before you bring out the confetti and celebrate how well you are doing. It’s honestly ironic. The people who do the least always want to talk the most.

With all of his time having been here, not even counting his time as Target, Tomi has never been able to have a lasting impact or even pick up a signature win of some kind. He talks a big game, he loves to shit on other people and throw his weight around, but he has a tendency of failing to follow through with anything he says. A man who should have the skills of a veteran of the game can’t even keep up to the lowest of the Dynasty roster. And yeah I know you’ll say that was Target who held you back and that it’s different now, but even if there’s a change between the two: what does that mean for me? What can you do to ME? You’re no threat to me. The sickest thing that can come to your mind I have already been through and had it to dealt to me by someone far more higher up in tier. You hype yourself up as this twisted individual who is just finally getting the chains removed, selling yourself as someone far more scary than what you actually are. Listening to you one would think you’re some unstable lunatic with a list of bodies having been in his wake meanwhile almost every memorable moment of you without the Target mask involves embarrassing loss after embarrassing loss. Who do you think you are exactly? In a one on one fight between the two of us how can you say you’re going to brutalize me with a straight face? If anyone needs to worry about their health and their opponent putting hands on them it would be you. This is my third time in the King of Elite and I am out for blood. I’m tired of losing to people only for them to go and fail to bring it home for Dynasty. It’s about time this brand has something to be proud of and it’s damn sure not going to be pride over Tomi Venus representing them. The result of this match is the clearest of the four: the weak link will be cut emphatically. Stroke your ego, go ahead and make yourself feel comfortable until entering the slaughterhouse, that's all fine with me. I like surprising people when it's showtime. Once the two of us collide and you're reminded of my physicality everything will start to connect for you as you figure out what's really going on. This match is a glorified bye week for me and a humiliating defeat for you. Best case scenario is I get through this quick and don’t have to put you down too hard.

Mask off, mask on, it doesn’t matter, you stand in the way of my success and you’re going to get carted off at the end of the night no matter what.

♚Tiberius appears messing around in front of a mock press conference dressed in jeans, hoodie, Onitsuka Tigers, and a cap.♚

HARD WORK! HARD WORK!

That’s what a great fellow brother once said, a man almost as slick and undefeatable as me on his way to one of the biggest fights in all of history, second only to my contests in this generation.

HARD WORK! HARD WORK!

That’s something the average person knows nothing about. Everyone wants handouts. Everyone wants free stuff. They think all people should be treated equally and all have equal amount of money, power, and class. They scoff at the idea of earning your keep, they refuse to see what makes where they live so great to the point they can demand such privileges, and they for sure refuse to acknowledge the shortcomings for their own ability and worth.

I, your king, could not be more reminded of said people at a time like this, on this very week, where I have to defend my championship against the forces of these commoners. Commoners who of course by default of being common commoners lean towards COMMunism. Brian Daniels may masquerade like a general manager, act like he’s some sort of figure in a business, but make no mistake that his practices are much more reflective of a dictator or president who thinks it is his place to mingle in the free enterprise of business, and instead of focusing on profit and work done attempts to make things about his twisted political agenda where he has sought every way possible to take this championship away from me and level the playing field like state actors often strive for! That’s right, Brian Daniel’s is the state! He knows that this championship around my waist drives Showdown, it’s the reason people get in their seats buying tickets for each show and why every wrestle strives to reach the stop, therefore he continuously attempts to place one of his puppets, or anyone more controllable than me, as champion…….so he can cease the means of production!

Can anyone else explain another reason why The Heart Break Gal was added to this match despite losing two title matches against me? She didn’t have to earn another championship shot, Brian Daniels just handed it to her with some flimsy excuse that has never occurred under any other circumstance in EAW. If I knew her getting knocked out during a match and being unable to compete would somehow excuse her for losing, I would have dragged her raggedy ass to the ring and pinned her for the second time to retain my championship! Hmm, maybe I should just lay down on the ramp until the AMTs come get me at Kingsroad, and it would mean the loss doesn’t count!

Nah, I would never do that, because I believe in…

HARD WORK! HARD WORK!

♚Tiberius starts laughing, but then gets back to it normally.♚

Now you didn’t think I’d forget about the biggest commie of them all, Marx?!

Oh I’ve heard him say he despises when I reference his last name, and he tells stories about how he isn’t a communist. But let’s be honest, that’s exactly what a communist would say! That’s the entire trope, every time one of these commies have a failed state these communists say it wasn’t real socialism, wasn’t real communism! Just like they do about Venezuela, not real socialism they cry! Stalin wasn’t a real communist! That fat Chinese guy with the weird haircut and high death count wasn’t either! So it’s natural he’d say he isn’t a real communist! But he just happens to be a philosopher with the last name Marx? Ha. If he looks like a commie, acts like a commie, is named like a commie, then you’d best know he is one! Plus he’s from Europe, they’re basically all commies, they’re not American! Not to mention he was ranting about a trail of red, and we all know the communist colour! If he wants to prove otherwise, he’d do the obvious right thing to do under a capitalist system, pay tribute to the upper-class and know his place as he thanks me for all the success I have trickled down on him from so high up here!

That’s right Marx, you may hate it, but all your success is due to something that reflects trickle down economics, you just don’t see the invisible hand of the wrestling market! Don’t you think it’s quite strange that Showdown won King of Elite, Grand Rampage, and CITV, then you happened to gain & keep that Openweight Championship? That’s not an accident my friend, it is because Showdown dominates EAW! We have the closing matches at big events, we obtain all the cool stuff my man. You were able to keep that title because the other brands gave up, they didn’t bother sending anyone of note to take it from you because Showdown already gave them a defeatist mentality! So thank me, because it all began with me. And the next time you have a meal with your followers, when you look to Evan and the others, be sure to think of me when they put out the food you only have the funds to pay for because of men like me! At least, think of me half as much as Soledad does when she wakes up every morning wishing she could follow a……..true man. Plus, this story of yours about only two other sacrifices being left towards you gaining my championship is no different than how there’s always one, maybe two, more sacrifices needed for your people to reach their goals, and then all of a sudden there’s mountains of bodies and your people are still saying oh just one more to get there to equality, one more selfish person! Ha. I’m not sure you’ll understand what I’m doing, despite showing my hand countless times it amazes me that people still don’t see my magic act for what it is, but I’m sure you’ll serve as enough entertainment this week to do your part in my show play of games until I’m satisfied enough to divulge some trade secrets with you, just as you have in the past. For now, just count your blessings that this is capitalism, and now the feudal era, where you’d serve me for staying on my land of elite!

As for Heart Break Gal, you can keep this up until the ends of time, but dealing with you is soon just becoming something that is background noise in the thoughts going through my head, something that is as natural as breathing. Sure, you may have the will, but what does it matter if you don’t have the body to get the job done? What am I meant to say? It’s cute, having the fairer sex in the military and in this division, but if the chicks can’t make it over the wall they just can’t met standards, if you can’t wrestle a match and not be carried out, what’s more to be said? The state, Brian Daniels, they can continue to rah rah cheering you on in this crazed journey you’re on, but all they’re doing is stealing the pom-poms you should be wearing when cheering for your fellow Hexa-gun member. Yes, I know I’m laying the “sexist” message thick this time, but I’ve really just gotten tired of dancing around the FACT, like I don’t know why all your talents, charisma, and showmanship has yet to materialize anything for on your quest for what is mine!

Let’s just let the obvious sink in for once. This is Kingsroad, I’m the king, this is my show!  

♚End.♚

(The web camera opens to Stephanie Matsuda sitting in her room, in front of her computer. She has on her glasses and is wearing a new “2x the Charm!” Carlos Rosso shirt. She sighs for a moment and takes a sip from her cup)

I guess some are more hungry than others, huh? (laughs) One thing I can say about Sheridan is that her motivation is unparalleled. Even before I kicked her ass to the curb, she had a knack for biting at the heels. But alas, this is Empire. This is EAW, Land of the Elite. Even if I’m recovering from one hell of a match against Chelsea Crowe, my eyes must be on the prize: The EAW Women’s World Championship. If anyone’s been paying any attention, I didn’t want this match with Aria in the condition that she’s in. She’s so determined to defend her title at Empire’s first FPV, that she’s willing to go out there with a concussion! (sighs) She’s even trying to poke at the bear, to activate the War Queen that lies beneath. Not only that, but there are others who feel I don’t deserve this title shot. In fact, Aria herself threw it in my face that this was a handout.  

(Cloud leans back, staring at the screen in disbelief)

I tried EAW Universe. I worked so hard to redeem myself for my past transgressions. I know I’m supposed to focus on Sheridan - I’ll get to her in a minute - but I just need to put this out there: I wanted nothing more than to support Aria and Empire. I wanted to see this roster grow into a league of women, strong, powerful, and independent. I would still like to be apart of that. Even with my intentions known I’m always criticized, again accused of being the Sword of Sanatorium, the girl ‘who just couldn’t get it done.' I made Chelsea Crowe tap in the middle of that ring, and you have your resident pop idol yapping about how it’s so easy to beat me. Haru? (glares) Is it effortless to beat me? Try asking that to Savannah, Kimmie, and Astraea. Ask that to Chelsea. Try asking Cailin Dillon - hell; I’ll give you the number of her physical therapist!

(Cloud leans towards the screen, practically seething with anger)  . 

Or, try asking Sheridan Müller. Upon her return, she’s done everything but confront me. It’s only after getting served by Chelsea and sucker punching out esteemed GM does she decide to feast her eyes on me. Well, here I am Goldilocks. You go on and on about your fantastic voyage, but where’s the substance? Where’s this superior lifestyle that you was supposed to enrich us with? It’s nowhere to be found - much like your presence these past few months. Did you accuse me of digging into the past? That seems to be all you do - bringing up the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, Alexis Deimos, HBG, and so many others who are no longer with us. Maybe things were more comfortable for you then because you could hide behind their greatness. But guess what? They’re longer with us. I’m still here though - fighting every week, giving it my all. They left us and quite frankly I’m glad. Do I want to fight women who want to be here - which begs the question: why are you here? Why are you back, Goldilocks? If it’s to save us, to ignite a revolution, well you’re a season too late. It already came and went sweets. The women who you see on this roster is all that remains of us. We are the survivors of a generation that was supposed to be prosperous; now we are rebuilding what was once lost. Without an Empress, there is much debate about who will be in that position. I was content with Aria as our Queen - but her actions as of late have me feeling otherwise. Now here comes Sheridan, just in the nick of time (rolls eyes). You begin with promises of dismantling what has been established thus far. This level of pettiness probably comes from the fact that you’re nowhere near what you used to be. That’s okay - I can carry this responsibility for the both of us.

(Cloud smirks and puts her feet on the table)

You had a lot to say sweets, so now it’s my turn to express myself. Posting a bunch of videos doesn’t guarantee you victory. You can deliver a riveting speech about how special you are, throw shade my way, live in the past - none of that matters. When that bell rings, and we bump heads, you should only concern yourself with how long you think you will last in the ring against me. You talk about how you will take down Tarah - that’s so 2016, been there, done that. You’re looking at the most dangerous woman on this roster Sheridan. Your Hunger Games fairy tales hold no weight here. Whatever faith or logic you may have doesn’t exist in My Empire. You belittle me as much as you want, but the same things can be said about you. The failed experiment known as German Efficiency was a delusion for you; it was a security blanket that made you a little too comfortable with your skin. I’m here to take you out of that comfort zone, to take you to a place you never been. I’m not the same woman you fought back in September. I’ve learned more about myself; I’ve accepted my reality, that nobody will leave me alone until they see the return of the War Queen in all her glory. This week I will demonstrate to Aria what will happen when she gets into the ring with me. You’re nothing more than a mere test dummy.

(Cloud gets up from her seat)

Go ahead sweets; post as many videos as you want. By the end of this year, you’ll be in Cloud Country anyway.

(Cloud shrugs and turns off the camera)

(A surprisingly calm April Song stands next to a nervous Erica Ford backstage of an Empire live event, the latter holding a microphone. April is wearing aviator glasses, the expression behind them hidden.)

Erica: April…I know that you must be extremely disappointed with what happened in the return match that you had earned with Consuela for the EAW Specialists Championship, a championship that I know you hold near and dear to you. It was a slippery floor, thanks to Consuela’s friends, of all things that cost you a victory, you slip on the floor and being counted out. You also seemed to have suffered a minor knee injury as well. I know it’s difficult, but is there any way you can express the disappointment that you certainly feel?

April: Well, I’ll put it to you bluntly. I may sound like a broken record, but I have been here for a year now. There are things that happen in a ring that I understand. If I get beat, I get beat. I don’t like losing, in fact I despise it, but if I lose on a night where a woman or a man is better than me, so be it. Losing to some of the best wrestlers in the world that are here, I can accept that I got to be better. If this were Sheridan, Stephanie, Aria or someone else beating me fair and square, I would be so find. But one word above all others sums up how I feel about what happened: Disgusted. I thought that Consuela would be someone willing to wrestle me straight up. She never needed to take a shortcut before, but now having people around to help her do her dirty work? This is the wonderful future that she has planned for the Specialists Championship? No. That’s not happening on my watch. So, to that end, Tarah Nova and whatever other management Empire has are going to have a chat…. This is NOT going to stand. I’m not going to whine about having her stripped of the title or anything absurd like that, but I’m damn sure going to make sure that I have another shot at her. If I must wrestle 20 people handcuffed together to get to her, I will. If I must win a battle royal after a battle royal, I’ll do that too. Just pouring a bucket of soapy, disgusting water on her head isn’t enough. I want to end her reign by my hands and restore some of the pride that she has taken from that title.

Erica: As much as you want to focus on that though, and as much as I’m sure you’re not pleased about having your name left out of the Battle Royal to determine a new contender for the Specialists Championship, you must turn your attention now to a unique newcomer here on Empire, Mallory Wilde.

(April takes a deep breath before taking off her Aviator glasses, her eyes a cold, emotionless glare as they stare directly into the camera.)
 
Mallory, I want to make something very plain to you. This dog of the military tore off the collar and leash a long time ago. I don’t hide from what I am, nor do I hide from what I used to be. Despite what you may think of the military lifestyle I chose, I am proud to be a graduate of the Air Force Academy. I am proud to have served my country in the field. I’m proud to be one of the best damn pilots they ever had. That’s not a part of my history I hide from. There are things that I have done in service to country that give me nightmares and make me uneasy, but my loyalty to my country and my brothers and sisters in the armed forces has never wavered.

You want a “good loss” essentially, correct? Good. I plan on making sure you have the best loss you’ve ever had in your life. You see, for a long time while I was a pilot I was a combat instructor on the side, one of the most proficient jujitsu-ka in the world as well. I’m not some JROTC washout who thinks they’re the hot shit because their mommy or daddy wanted them to look nice in a uniform. Since I was a toddler I’ve been learning how to cripple people who don’t know when to just quit or stay down. You won’t have to worry about looking up at the lights if I put you to sleep, correct? And before you tell me about how you’re different from all the other people who I’ve submitted here in EAW, I just want you to keep in mind that I am the most proficient user of submissions not just on the Empire roster but in the entirety of Elite Answers Wrestling. You may be the anomaly, but honestly, I highly doubt it.

Yes, I’m coming off a loss. Yes, I am going to have to work very hard to channel my anger and make sure that I stay focused. But if you want a fight, facing a pissed off April Song may be an early Christmas present for you. I will bring all the fight you want and then some. And this is not a personal thing, either. I don’t know you from Eve, but if you want to question my lifestyle because of something you read on a file or saw on TV, it will be a pleasure for me to introduce to you who I really am with my fists doing the talking.

There is no pretense here.

There is no subservience here.

There is only pain and defeat for people who cross me here. You may be Wild, but this bitch has made plenty of other beasts cower before.

Friday, you will be no different. That’s all.

Another journey...

This is it. This is where I begin another journey of becoming a success story. This is another chance for me to win The National Elite Championship. This is another road to chase the glory.

I’ve been trying to win The National Elite Championship for a year now and I always failed every time I had the chances to win it. I challenged Stark once, he beat me fair and square. I faced POP in that Elimination Chamber match and he was the only man that I couldn’t pin or submit that night. Not to mention, the last time I wrestled my match two weeks ago, I tapped out to Theron Nikolas. I’m at Odds now, but so are the other two. I don’t need to be nervous anymore, the three of us has something to fight for and the three of us have our own Odds. This is Stark’s return match, and apparently if he doesn’t win, he might leave this bussiness once and for all. He has a motivation to win The National Elite belt once again POP is similar like me, he doesn’t have any momentum right now. He lost to Ares Vendetta last week. Well, and of course, he wants to retain his championship, he’s motivated enough. As for me? Well, I already mentioned it, I want to win my first championship. I want to do it. I have to do it. Stark and POP have beat me once but so what? Every day is a new beggining and I’m going to unleash everything I have in my arsenal to win the National Elite Championship. You both should take me seriously. I’m not speaking for myself, I’m speaking for you. Othewise you might not have a job after this Stark, and you might be crying in your bedroom for all night long, POP.

A’right, POP, listen to me. You got me under your skin, congrats. Your shenanigan actions really unleashed the beast from the cage. You have felt my wrath, and if you think that’s the best I got, then I’m sorry but you’re mistaken. You ain’t gonna get any sympathy from me anymore POP, you have pushed me into my limit and breaking point, you made me snap, and I’m going to keep breathing under your neck until I take that belt from you. If you beat me and Stark at Kingsroad, that’s fine. I’m still going to arrange a date with you as long as you’re the champion. You have to know, I earned a right to challenge you fair and square. I took Lucas Johnson’s head off from his body and where he is at now? Home? Hospital? I don’t know. What I do know is that I might be able to do the same to you at Kingsroad. This isn’t a threat, this is a truth. We both hate each-others and we are going to seetle this once and for all. I’m looking forward to be the man who finish the job because I got no problem to break that ugly nose of yours. Just be prepared POP, I’m coming for your belt, you deadbeat prick.

Enough about you now, POP and I’m going to address Stark now. Hey Stark how are you buddy? Where have you been? How long has it been since it has been? Anyway, I’m glad your back man. I got no issue with you personally despite you hit me out of nowhere two weeks ago. That’s fine, I can let it slide. Your one hit attack to me two weeks ago is a prove that you have come back stronger than ever. It was hurt but I have to say thank you. You showed me how much you have trained in your hiatus. I don’t know where you spend your days off when you weren’t around but that one hit attack is a prove that you’re more than capable to win your tittle back. That’s what you want to do isn’t it? Well, as much as I like you, I’m sorry, I can’t let you to win it. At least not now. I apologize in advance first if I have to be the one who send you to your retirement. I didn’t expect Brian Daniels to make a such stipulation againts you. But still, that doesn’t stop my will to win this match. Apart from winning the National Elite title, I have to prove that I’m capable to beat you and POP at the same time. Well, a’right, POP beat me and the other 4 men at the same night....but with you, it’s a little different. You beat me at Dia Del Diablo with a class. You showed me you were the better man that night. Maybe still are now, but that’s what makes me want to win this match even more. You’re a great wrestler Stark, you are honestly a legend in the making. You are very capable to dethrone Tiberius IV instead of POP but you see, I have to what it takes to win this match, even if you are in this match. I’m not going to say that you ruined my moment, no, you’re not. You have a right to challenge for the National Elite Championship because you haven’t cashed your rematch clause. You have a right and I’m not going to protest againts it. What I’m going to say is that it will be even better if I beat you and POP at the same night. I know, this is still a “what if?” scenario for me and for everybody else.  You might be the one who beat POP for his belt instead, but this is a one life time opportunity for me and I’m not going to waste it away. I’m more determinated than you’ll ever imagined, Stark.

Stark, POP, I’m going to make sure that I pin or submit you fair and square. I’m going to leave with that title belt. Whether you like it or not, I’m going to make it a reality.

 
With an unbroken will, victory in mind and a potential title shot on the line, I step into this week’s Empire with one simple motive. This victory, the win in that Battle Royal that will truly show that Azumi Goto is the best of the best when I beat 9 other women and become the Number 1 contender. Throw whoever you want in that ring, whether you be handcuffed together or you’re some sort of rookie who, I just don’t care about the Empire roster, I don’t care about the women who were in this company’s past and “lead the way” for Empire to become a thing. I just care about myself, I care about the championship gold that I have shot for at Bloodletter.  Just for a moment think what the Specialist Title should mean. It’s for those who are the workhorses, the ones who will wrestle every single night regardless. Doesn’t that sound like someone right here… Oh right, that person is me, the person right in front of the camera, the one and only, Azumi Goto. Think, someone who fought through everything on Empire, who’s been the best in-ring performer on Empire is the person who fits the concept of Specialist Champ like a glove. I’m going to walk and as usual showcase why I’m so much better at being a pro-wrestler.
 
So who will be the first to talk about? How about Chelsea Crowe? Someone who’s done so well since arriving in EAW, having major matches against “top draws” and etc. but when you really think that you have a chance at beating someone who is Unbreakable then your chances are going to crumble. You not only have to deal with me but think of all the other women in this match, who aren’t as good as me but will probably see you as a target. I don’t know about you, but I gladly welcome a challenge of anyone in this battle royal because it just gives me more chances to prove how much better I am. How everything I have said is the truth about me, that I am the Unbreakable, how I’m the fighting machine and how I am the best wrestler in this hell hole called Empire. See you will stand in the ring against The Unbreakable. So when it comes down to it you just can join the rest of Empire and fail to stop me from claiming my glory.
 
Same goes for the likes of Revy, Andrea Valentine or whoever decides to speak up will need to learn that nothing will stop me till I get what is rightfully mine and that is all the spotlights of Empire shine down on me. The Fighter 510 isn’t stopping until I go on to eventual beat Consuela Rose Ava for that specialist title she’s got around her waist! You’re going to have to fucking bring me to a near-death experience and still you all will fail because you can’t stop someone who’s got NOTHING and really fucking mean nothing to lose in these kinds of situations.
 
There’s no Control In The Vault, there’s no bit of momentum or anything like that on the line, It’s just going to be a Fighter waking into that battle royal as a fighter and leaving out as the winner! It’s going to be the one chance before Bloodletter and I won’t let anything come in my way.
 
I truly believe in the hype that I am the best wrestler, the best in-ring performer, the simply the best on Empire. Yeah, this is self-hype but I believe it to be true and I will continue to believe it’s true until the end of time, I don’t need to know what anyone of you people care or think about me because everything involving someone from Empire is irrelevant. Because I have truly lost any sense of care for this brand, I mean this. I longer no care about the present, the past or whoever thinks they are the future of this brand. The only thing that matters is Azumi Goto, the only thing in my eyes that I need to care about is myself and my future, my goals, my spotlight, my success.
 
I’ll be damned if I let anyone take those things away from me especially after almost two years of scratching and clawing for the spotlight, I will not let anyone who thinks they’re the next big thing, I will not let two people who are handcuffed, I will not let ANYBODY ON THIS BRAND REGARDLESS OF WHO THEY ARE, TAKE MY MOMENT AWAY FROM ME!
 
What you see here ladies is someone with nothing to lose. A fighter who is just here for her winnings, and someone will personally put down any one of you if it means to get her title shot. You can’t break The Unbreakable.
 

It’s been tried but you just can’t put a fighter like Azumi  Goto down. Try as hard as you want but eventually have to succumb to failure and my victory.

Dynasty KoE Promo 1: The Emperor's New Clothes


The camera opens on a hospital corridor.  The camera slowly begins to pan into one of the many doorways, where it finds the former Pizza Boy sitting up in bed and staring straight ahead as a doctor alternates shining a light in his left and right eye.  The Former PB's disembodied voice begins to speak as his body faces forward, almost comatose as his dilated pupils penetrate the camera's lens without blinking.

"I'm seeing things again.  These visions no longer come just in my dreams, but within my waking hours as well.  The darkness of depression coupled with the state of my battered brain have led to me talking to people who aren't there between hours that I can't account for.  I'm a broken man in every sense of the word, and yet I somehow qualified for King of Elite against Ryan Savage in dominant fashion.  I don't remember much of the match.  All I remember is hitting my finisher and pinning his shoulders to the mat.  They tell me that's all that there was, but I can't bring myself to believe that I put away Savage so easily or ruthlessly."

The doctor slides his pen light back into his front pocket and sits down on the side of the former PB's bed.  PB turns his head slightly to acknowledge the doctor, but it's clear from his blank expression and glossed over vision, coupled with the muffled audio of the camera's far away microphone, that he isn't listening to what he has to say.

"Will you be the same Jacob?  Deep down I kinda hope so.  Savage didn't deserve what he got, if indeed he got more than what I recollect. You though? You've been running your mouth about me for awhile now, and I keep shutting you up for a week or two only for you to come back with that same verbal diarrhea spewing out of your mouth.  I think I even remember showing you amicable respect at first as a competitor...I don't remember though.  I don't remember much these days.  Maybe a quick and decisive loss would shut that yap of yours up for good.  You claim to be a gatekeeper, a punisher, an vigilante for the Dynasty brand, but so far in my experience with you all you've been is talk.  Know what? I take it back.  I hope I get to draw this match out for an agonizingly long stretch, because I want to hit every single move I know on you before finally letting the ref call for the bell.  You clearly want a credibility statement from me, so I'll gladly give it to you in spades.  I'll show you why I'm champio-wait.  Am I champion?"

PB barely tilts his head down and glances at his bare waist.  He clutches his abdomen and looks around the room with a vacant confusion.

"I don't feel like a champion.  Come to think of it, I can't remember a time when I ever truly did, but I don't remember much these days.  Maybe it's something you never truly come to grips with.  It's sorta like adulthood; you fake it 'til you make it.  Does anyone really like coffee? Does anyone truly 'get' jazz? or are these the poisons that we imbibe in preparation for our ensuing deaths? Like some dark ritual of manhood, we pretend as every adult pretended before us.  We pay bills, we drink crude,we take responsibility, and we suffer jazz.  You never get used to the weight of the world, or how cold it feels to have it wrapped around your waist.  It's either too tight or too lose, but it never truly fits.  Perhaps that's what you've been trying to tell me all along Senn, but what you don't seem to grasp is the fact that it doesn't fit around anybodies waist until they put the work in.  You've got to grow thick skin or shed inhibition to keep it from popping a sprocket or falling around your ankles.  I don't think you're capable of doing either, which is funny because you certainly do love casting dispersion on others and trying to make them feel somehow lesser than you.  I see through it though.  I always have.  You're afraid of being forgotten, and afraid that you're not the Cinderella that fits the glass slipper.  The truth is that no one is.  You grow into it.  You fill it out as you go along.  You grow a thick callous that forces it to stay on you, and that's what men like you will never understand.  You're not the perfect fit because no one is.  Speaking of, did I dream this or did HBB challenge for the title? Am I champ? No...no Nico cashed in again...I-I think anyway.  It seems like a Nico thing to do.  That, and putting fish on pizza..."

PB clutches his temples and shakes his head in disbelief.

"W-wait wait...aren't HBB and I friends? I thought we were, but I don't remember much these days...Wait, didn't he cost me the title? No...no that doesn't sound like him.  I-I must be confused again.  He would never intentionally...was it intentional? I remember him helping me try and get a title shot against Nico.  Yeah! and we couldn't get it to go through, so now I'm in King of Elite..and...he's challenging for the title.  That doesn't make sense though.  Why is he-?"

????: 'ey kid.

PB snaps out of his onset nervous breakdown and glances around the now empty hospital room.  He twists his finger in his ear to make sure it's cleaned out, then turns his head sideways and pats the other side just in case water's in there somehow.  Unconvinced, he looks under both sides of his bed and then childishly under his covers.

????: Ovah here!

PB glances over to the window where Barney M Bailey's head and forearm peak over the ledge as his barely attached hairpiece  flaps in the wind.  PB shakes his head in utter horror.  He pulls the covers over his head, and then peaks over them cautiously.

Barney M. Bailey: Open da damn window! I ain't fallin' no twelve stories down just because friggin' Percy can't stand still an' you wont turn a friggin' latch!

The exposed half of PB's head poking over the blanket's edge shakes in an emphatic no.  Barney clumsily slaps his palm against the window while teetering momentarily.

BMB: C'MON! I'M DYIN' OVAH HERE!"

PB surveys the room for witnesses and comes up short.  He quickly hops out of bed and rushes to the window.  He peaks over the edge to see Barney M. Bailey standing on the shoulders of a comically tall Percy as he hangs precariously off of the ledge.  Pizza Boy blinks a few times.  He begins to lean forward toward the window latch, but instead pulls the blinds shut in a huff and collapses against the wall next to the window, gasping and clutching his chest.

????: Are you OK Andrew?

PB nearly jumps out of his skin as the doctor re-enters the room, looking concerned at his patient's actions as PB blocks the pulled curtains with his body.

Doctor: What's out there Andrew?

PB: N-n-nothing! J-just a parking deck.

Doctor: Then what are you doing out of bed?

Pizza Boy thinks for a moment, then hunches over in defeat.  He steps aside and points toward the window mutely as he hangs his head.  The doctor hesitantly walks past the former pizza boy and toward the window.  He lets his hands clasp the curtains tightly, and after seemingly counting to three in his head, he pulls them open and looks outside.

Doctor: You're right Andrew.  There's nothing out there at all.

PB's brow furrows in confused frustration.  He shoves past the doctor in a crazed act of defiance and looks out himself and sees nothing but a backed up parking deck roof.  He narrows his gaze, as if trying to study each and every car until he realizes the doctor's staring at him.  He begins to say something, but covers his mouth and sighs reluctantly.

Doctor: See?

PB:...

Doctor: Your scans came back clean. No sign of the tumor reforming, nor any indication of any other out of the ordinary trauma.

PB: Hah..that's a sad sentence.

Doctor: We're keeping you over night just in case we missed something.  Maybe we'll consider some light therapy as well? You've had a lot go down this year Andrew.  Your behavior isn't exactly out of the ordinary for someone whose had such a whiplash of success. However, we want to cover all of our bases and make sure you're well right?

PB:...

PB's gaze is affixed to the window.  The doctor looks at him, and then follows his line of sight.  The doc goes to look outside once more to reassure PB's paranoid state,but PB closes the curtains once more just as the good doctor approaches.  The doctor watches as PB turns and walks zombie like to his bed, tuck himself in, and turn away from the closed window.

Doctor: What did you think you saw out there Andrew?

PB closes his eyes and shrugs dismissively as a sick smile curls the edges of his lips.

PB: I don't recall.  I don't remember much these days...

PB snuggles in tight as the doctor watches over him with a concerned expression on his face.  He looks toward the window suspiciously, then back at the resting PB, and reluctantly leaves as the camera fades to black.

I suppose I should have seen it coming.

The case was a red herring all along.  A little bit of misdirection.  Oh, no doubt, it helped Carlos Rosso overcome Moongoose McQueen.  The odds would have been much more even if he hadn't had the case and Moongoose might have been able to pick up the victory.  But that was only possible after I had been taken out of the equation.  And in that case, Carlos' secret weapon was not some electrical glove.

It was Kenny Drake.

I won't go crying foul on Carlos Rosso.  It's a match where normal rules don't apply.  No disqualifications.  Besides that, in the end, the win matters most, and Carlos had to leverage every advantage he could to win.  As a result, he walks away with the belt.  He should be proud.  He's been pursuing belts since he came back.  Now he finally has one.  Maybe it will elevate him to a point where he can get a crack at Jamie O'Hara.  The point is, he should enjoy his victory and treasure that belt ... while he has it.  Because there may come a time when I want to prove that the only thing that got you that victory over me was Kenny Drake.

Kenny Drake.  Well, you finally got what you wanted.  You got the Interwire title off of my shoulder.  You've seen fit to make sure that anything that I haven't lost to tragedy, you've taken from me.  Do you want to see me broken?  Do you want to see me defeated?  Do you want me to scurry off into the night with my tail between my legs?  No.  I refuse.  I will not die off and go quietly in the night, like so many others.  I will not be one of those who has a run with a title, but becomes irrelevant as soon as they lose it, like Vance Tybull did back in the day.  Though I've suffered a fall mirroring the one I took from the top of the cage, just like then, I will pick myself back up.  Maybe I've hit rock bottom.  I have nothing left but the tatters of my pride and the embers of my determination.  That's enough to start anew.  That's enough to rebuild.  But you, Kenny, you still have quite a bit.  You have your position as general manager, the support of the board, a champion of your liking installed, and any big obstructions cleared for a smooth running show.  But saying that you have all that you need means that you have much to lose.  I'll give you the same advice I gave to Carlos Rosso: appreciate what you have while it's there.

Again, I'm not going to cry over lost championships.  I've mourned my losses for long enough.  I've been inconsolable and prone to lashing out.  Depressed and pitiable.  I'll not stand for that anymore.  I still feel lost, but that doesn't mean that I need to act like an orphaned waif.  Many people don't have a clear path in life.  When no clear paths are present, you won't find one by standing still.  You have to move forward.  And I will.  Step by step, I will find a new path or forge one of my own.  I'm not giving up.

Now we can turn our attention to the King of Elite tournament.  And who do I find on the opposite side of me but the familiar face of Moongoose McQueen.  Well, you had wanted a one on one contest with me and here you have it.  Be careful what you wish for.  Well, at least, I assume it's going to be a one on one contest and not some bait and switch at the last second where Kenny Drake inserts a returning Hades to the match after hitting me with a tranq dart.  But let's just treat this as a one on one match for the time being.  It seems proper that you and I should meet in the first round.  Both of us lost out on the Interwire title.  Both of us are probably far from 100% after what we went through Sunday night.  And both of us need to prove that we can get back on our feet after being knocked down.  So we'll both be hungry for the win on Sunday night.  At least, I hope you'll be hungry for the win.  I hope that Carlos didn't knock some of that swagger out of you with that electric fist of his.  Are you still going to talk about hope and light, truth and justice?  Will you still shine brightly in the darkness?  Or will you fall into histronics after your loss, lash out at the perceived unfairness of life, the biases you face against you?

Light and darkness.  Hope and despair.  Good and evil.  None of that will come into play when you face me in the ring on Sunday.  I had dreams that played to those concepts.  I had dreams to bend them to my will and shape Voltage with them.  But those dreams are shattered, and when I look at the pieces closely, I start to doubt that they were ever worthy dreams at all.  I'm not looking for control anymore.  I'm not looking to sow fear and chaos into the Voltage roster.  Who am I to be the one to test everyone else?  Why did I place myself apart from everyone else?  I can't answer these questions with certainty anymore.  So I must reject those dreams, throw away the pieces.  So what do I do now, with the slate clean?  Build new dreams.  And these dreams start in the King of Elite tournament.  I have the chance to reverse my fortunes in quick order.  So it's time to put words to action.  Time to go diving back into the fray, though I may get burned again.  By dreaming again, I leave myself vulnerable to getting them shattered again.  But I can't let that stop me.  Otherwise, then I become that sad and depressed creature I was before.  Any dream worth pursuing is worth risking because that's how we achieve them.

Time to begin my renewed journey.  Step one, Moongoose McQueen.  Yes, you have that brilliant energy, that dazzling personality, but it has not translated into lasting success for you yet.  But it's times like these that show the true measure of a man.  So will you continue to be the shining beacon of hope that you claim to be to inspire the masses?  Or will you crack and fall?  I don't claim to be a role model or a man of the people.  If people want to look up to me, see morality in my actions, and use them to justify their own, then that's on them; I'll not encourage them or spout righteous phrases about eating vitamins and saying prayers.  I'm not a demagogue.  My concern it to push myself to the limits every time I go out into the ring.  Moongoose, I think you're overly concerned with how people perceive you.  You see biases against you which may or may not exist and you let them overtake your thinking.  Your focus is far too centered outward.  You allow yourself to be blown about by the capricious winds of people's opinions.  My focus is ever inward.  When people were singing my praises as Interwire champion, it didn't move me.  When people were seeing me as washed up at Pain for Pride, it didn't move me either.  You allow all that noise out there to mess with you up here in your mind and in your heart.

But you will be a tough challenge, I know.  Your decade of experience dwarfs my own.  And I saw firsthand how hard you would fight in the High Voltage match.  You are a canny and capable fighter and I will not underestimate you.  Others may call you a joke or scoff at you for not taking things seriously, but know that I see the heart of the warrior that you possess and I respect that.  But I won't let that stop me from taking you down.  We both need this win, but only one of us is going to get it.  I will ensure that it's mine.

(Ahren can be seen dressed to the nines, in a red suit minus a shirt. He's dressed just like Santa Clause, with the hat, and beard, looking like the sexiest santa you ever did see. He's in a red sleigh being dragged very slowly through a concrete road by his trusty moose horse Esteban. His little helpers Bob Barker, and Jennipurr the Cat. Sparks are flying burning passerby's as he tosses presents at them... The presents are condoms naturally. But they don't know that it's just a box with wrapping paper. The Spirit of Christmas Fournier is back, and he's ready for the greatest holiday of all time, Christmas.)

Ahren: HO HO HO, Merry Christmas! Have a present!

(Ahren throws another present at another unsuspecting passerby. How they don't see it coming I don't know, but clearly they aren't in the holiday spirit. Ahren is, and he wants to spread the joy. His sleigh slowly passes by a group of people, and his joy starts to change to anger as he hears them talk. They're enjoying lattes and laughing lots, it's annoying.)

Group of People: HAHAHA, Dynasty's last FPV was so great!

(Ahren hears this with his sonic like bat ears, and whips his sleigh around)

Ahren: Fuck you little bitches talking bout yo? Why are you talking about a FPV that happened months ago?

(He jumps out of his sleigh, and gets right in there faces.)

Woman in group: Uh, they had one just yesterday? Get away from us you gross homeless man.

Ahren: Uh, what gave you the indication that I was homeless?

Other woman: Duh, you have a beard, and are talking to us. 

Ahren: Yes, clearly that means I'm homeless, not Santa Clause or anything. Do you not recognize the goat of goats?

Dude in group: Is DDD around?

Ahren: Oh I don't know.. Why you ask?

Dude in group: You asked if we recognized the goat of goats... AKA him.

Ahren: Aka? AKA? You speaking in acronyms now? You crazy kids and your acronyms. GTFO, TTYL, FOH! 

Woman in group: But anyways, yeah, they had one yesterday.

Ahren: That can't be possible.. No one told me this.

Woman: Well you weren't in it so... But speaking of Aka.. Aka Manah or whatever the fuck that guys name was a part of it. AND HE WON!

Ahren: What the fuuuuuuuck?

(Ahren slaps her latte out of her hands, and walks off)

Ahren: They had a show without me? But I'm The Hot Commodity.. I'm.. I'm the trillest of Trill Fairies, The Spirit of Christmas, I share all the joy... Surely this cannot be. I must share the joy... I must... Forget what they said, it's not true.

(Ahren hops back into the sleigh, and Esteban starts dragging it around.)

Ahren: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HO HO HO!

Person walking by: It's November, fuck off.

(Ahren throws a present extra hard at this person.)

Ahren: You deserve coal you dick!  Oh, Esteban you've been working so hard for Santa Fournier, do you want a break? You may have a break, Merry Christmas.

(Ahren steers him into a gas station, and stops at a gas pump. A crowd of cars start behind him, and start honking.)

Ahren: Stop it! You're making him self conscious about himself. He knows he's not a car, but a Moose Horse can dream! Hold the fort down Jennipurr, I trust you most. I'm buying Nog, because you know as they say, no nog, no party.

(Ahren goes inside the gas station, and is greeted by the cashier with an odd look on his face.)

Gas station guy: What is this? Why are you wearing that?

Ahren: Oh I'm the spirit of Christmas, no big deal. 

Gas Station Guy: Oh, it's November, what's wrong with you. You're ruining my life.

Ahren: Bit of an overreaction but ok. I'm buying nog

Gas Station Guy: We don't got any, not til December.

Ahren: You-You don't GOT, any? First of all that's not proper english, get a book or something. Second of all you're not American or whatever country we're ins nationality unless you have Egg Nog. I'm going to trash your establishment now.

Gas Station Guy: What happened to being the Spirit of Christmas? Aren't you supposed to be nice?

Ahren: Well, we all have our boundaries, I'm getting pushed over the edge at the moment. Egg Nog is my fuel. It contains my holiday spirit. So yeah, burning the establishment to the ground.

(Ahren strikes a match, and lights a fire so that this un-American, non Christmas loving bitch, can feel his pain. Ahren leaves the store that is now engulfed in flames, and gets back into the sleigh.)

Ahren: Come along Esteban, let's be gone.

Car behind them: MOVE THE MOOSE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!


(Ahren gets a stern look on his face.)

Ahren: This world just isn't what it used to be.. Is it?

(Ahren and his animal friends solemnly sulks away from the burning down gas station. Explosions can be seen as they get further from it, because that's what happens at gas station fires.. It's science.)

So Nas, we meet again. Do you remember our first encounter? It took place on Voltage in June sometime? I believe? Anyways, do you remember the outcome? I do, I won. I beat you convincingly, and moved onto do.. Nothing really. Didn't help me in the slightest. You're supposed to be this main event talent, that's supposed to be thought of as a stepping stone for young talent, but it didn't help me any. So fast forward to now, and what's going on? You've gotten even more World title chances, which of squandered, while I still haven't had any. Not only that, but I couldn't even get booked on the last FPV. I took a backseat to Aka Manah, that's how far my career has progressed. But hey it's Christmas, the season of miracles! Which is good for me, because it seems like I'll need a miracle to achieve anything here on Dynasty. But it's fine, this is an opportunity after all. An opportunity to show exactly what I can do in this ring. The last time we faced, didn't really help me any, but I'm hoping that this match will make up for that. 

I have the memory of an elephant, I remember everything that ever happened ever; it's quite impressive. So do I remember what happened last year when I was in the qualifying matches for King of Elite? You bet your ass I do. In classic EAW hating on Ahren Fournier fashion, Ahren was kept from achieving what he could. How you ask? I was the only one in EAW to have to compete in a triple threat match. How is that fair? It's not. It was a match that pitted Ahren, versus hall of famer Drastik, and EAW no name Jakob DeLion. Take a wild guess as to what happened. Exactly what EAW wanted to happen, Jakob got pinned by Drastik, and Ahren was out of the tournament. This is what I've grown used to, it doesn't help me any that I'm a sexual mastodon. It doesn't help me I have the chiseled features of a Grecian god. No one takes Ahren, the Spirit of Christmas seriously. Why is this? Have I not gained impressive victories? Of course I have. I guess what I need to do is just shut up and wrestle and prove everything in the ring. But I ask you, when I do win and I'm not given anything for it, where do I turn? Who knows. This week is obviously different because I have a built in guarantee that I have a chance to gain something from it. So I'll just shun the week past, and get the job done. I've beaten you before I know what it takes, and I'll take my knowledge and apply it. 

You don't have anything to worry about though Nas, you'll still get handed everything that your little heart desires. Why? No clue, in my opinion you haven't earned a god damn thing in this company. You've never impressed me, not once. I remember back in September when you and I were on the same team at Territorial Invasion. That night you had to go against CM Banks, basically got your ass kicked, but then miraculously came back to win. Then after that you still had the ware with all to not only come down to the ring that night, but last longer than anyone, and win us the match. Oh what an inspiration that was... I say as I vomit. Honestly that was the most pathetic display I've ever seen in my life, as you turned our match, into your match. You're selfish, you always have been, always will be. If the show isn't about Nas, you don't want to be a part of it. So you stay out in the match as long as you can trying to garner sympathy from everyone, when all you had to do was just tag out. But you shined in that match didn't you Nas? That's cool, but what happened after that? Did you accomplish your ultimate goal? No, you didn't. Coming from me I know that doesn't mean much, because what the hell has Ahren Fournier done? Not much really. Dynasty Ahren Fournier hasn't done anything. But no matter, every week is another chance of getting back on track. What better week, what better opponent to have to get back on track than King of Elite, and Nasir Moore. You have a preoccupied mind already, as much as you think you're 100% in this match mentally, you're not. You're thinking of Jacob Send, you're looking past Ahren Fournier, and that is a mistake. As for me, I have a clear conscious. I have nothing else going on, I have one goal in mind and that is beating you. Then my mindset changes with the change of the week, and I focus on my opponent in round two, and so on and so forth. What a great feat it will be to get rid of the ultimate underdog, to ruin your hopes and dreams; it will bring great joy to me. But umm, yeah, it's Christmas, so maybe I should lighten up, and just give you a present. 

Do you know what the meaning of Christmas is? It's to celebrate the life of family, and friends. It's about giving thanks for the things you have, and looking forward to things that are yet to come. I believe one of the greatest Christmas movies of all time, and greatest Christmas stories in general is A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. It follows the story of Ebenezer Scrooge. Ebenezer Scrooge is an old sour puss of a man, that fucks the poor, and really just thinks of himself. A crude, tight fisted, piece of shit asshole that won't even give his employee Christmas off until he begs for it. Ebenezer doesn't care, for he is a person that has had many misfortunes in his life, and has forgotten how to care about anyone but himself. He's made quite a life for himself, becoming rich in the process, and that's all he cares about. He goes home to his giant lonesome mansion, and he surrounds himself with the darkness. Until one night he gets a visit from his old business partner Jacob Marley.. Jacob Marley had been dead for years, but here he was right in front of him. Jacob goes onto tell Scrooge that the way he's living his life will come to hurt him in the afterlife, and that he was there to help save him. To help, he sends 3 spirits to show Scrooge, Christmases of the past, future, and present. Needless to say Scrooge is doubtful of this, until it actually occurs. He sees his past, great Christmases, bad Christmases.. We see what has shaped him into the man he was today. Then we see present day Christmases, we see his nephew Fred, a man that has tried to get close with his uncle, but his uncle refused. But at his party they make fun of Scrooge, Fred naturally sticks up for him. Scrooge his hurt at the anger that is thrown his way, but thankful for Fred. Then they go and see the future Christmases, and he sees what could be. It's here that Ebenezer Scrooge sees his own death and how little people care. He sees people arguing for his belongings, not caring about the man who owned them. Scrooge died, and no one cared. It was through all these actions that Scrooge became a changed man, and Christmas no longer was a humbug, but a blessing. The moral of the story was to cherish Christmas, share it amongst everyone you come in contact with. Christmas is a feeling that you should hold throughout the year. A warm fuzzy feeling, of great tidings. What it is, is happiness. To know Jesus Christ was born in the manger, for us. He died on the cross for all our sins, and we should be thankful. We should be thankful for the blessings we have, and just hold Christmas, and that joy it brings us all year long. Treat everyone with respect, and it will come back to you. I know I don't always follow that path, but we all try. I mean just earlier in this promo I was at fault for not showing respect to my fellow man Nas. Nas I carry the spirit of Christmas, the warmth that should always be round. But I can't help but have that Scrooge part of me. I can't help but be jealous of the love you get for doing absolutely nothing special. But everyone deserves happiness during Christmas, so if you do somehow beat me, I'll take it with a grain of salt. I'll drink my egg nog and smile, knowing my due will come. Merry Christmas Nas. Now I have to teach everyone what the meaning of Christmas is, because clearly people just don't get it anymore. 

(Ahren rides off wit Esteban and Jennipurr, and Bob Barker, looking for Egg nog, Esteban and the sleigh follows. and the camera fades to black.)

What we have here is a little bit of destiny and a little bit of inevitability, inevitability in a sense that I always knew our paths would collide to reach a bloody climax in which one of us will be beaten unresponsive to a count of ten because at the end of the day this business revolves around evolution and this company is going to go on whether one of us reaches our end. 

One..

Destiny in a sense that my mentor, I always knew that if anyone was going to put an old mad dog down it would be me, the maddest dog of them all.

Two..

Why me? Simple, I've watched your decline over the years, from a revered competitor, the Elite Dynast, trailblazing his way from federation to federation and making his mark. To a guy who stabs HBB's daughter in the throat, to a guy who hands his balls over to Ares Vendetta. To a guy who has such a feeling of entitlement, you disgust me. You've been able to manipulate in your favor, you are nothing more than a liar, I returned to this company and as soon as you and that spoiled brat needed a partner in a war you came crawling back to Diamond Cage. All of a sudden me being your mentor mattered, I became successful and I've earned everything by doing things my way, I never owed you shit, and yet when I slap you in the face with the reality that you aren't as powerful as you think you are.  It burns like a raging inferno, you can't help but be filled with this rage and the one thing that you want is revenge. Revenge is bitter, but oh how it can be sweet, and although it is my fault, maybe I shouldn't have left you and  Ares high and dry because instead of my problems decreasing, they've multiplied. The birth of Triumvirate at Dia Del Diablo, I get my first dose of it, and my rebuttal was to hurt each and every single member, burn the Triumvirate down to the ground until there's nothing left but a pile of rubble and broken bones to take as a trophy. But along the way I was sidetracked, my burning desire to hold the EAW World Championship made me put my mission on the back burner and I was wasting my time with Theron, Rex and all these guys who aren't my end goal. At Territorial Invasion, I made a mistake in thinking throwing you off the stage would keep you down, but hell you and I both know that even losing your job to Cameron wasn't enough to keep the old Jaywalker down.

Three....

I know as I am just as much the scumbag and piece of garbage you are that cancer isn't cured in one night. I didn't finish the job, I allowed breathing you and allowed you to recover, and then it dawned on me when you made your way to the chamber and did a number one me. Not only are you a liar, but your a coward, anytime you've managed to kick my ass you've had to do it with your band of cowards or you had to attack me from behind. But why didn't you finish the job? Why don't you slit my throat the same way you slit Robbie V's or maybe even a little girl? Simply put, I know and you know it too that behind your bravado and behind your legacy you stand a man who is hanging onto past glory, an old race horse looking for another ride. I can't be the EAW Champion as long as you are still breathing, I can't continue on my mission of taking out Triumvirate as long as you are still here. The same way as you won't be able to move on with your life as long as I'm still here. Last Man Standing it was, and last man standing it shall be and I guess you can say I've been in this match my entire life. I get my ass kicked, a lot ladies and gentleman, it's no understatement I've been the poster child for dishing out punishment and taking even worse. One constant, whenever I've taken my hiatus, whenever the authority was against me and my back was against the wall, the one constant that remained was Diamond Cage was always able to rise up to his feet once again. I've been the last man standing since day one, I go down but I sure as hell won't stay down. And my heart bleeds hatred, aside from the EAW
 Champion I live to put pain and suffering on those who want to put pain and suffering on me. It's a double edged sword.

Four...

I will say you've taught me somethings even now, when you realize you don't have the power, you whore yourself to whatever pimp will accept you. Jaywalker you've been the whore of EAW for a very long time, you was a whore in EGO, you are a whore in Triumvirate, the only trail you've blazed is a trail of what men who've lost their balls should follow. I personally will never have the pleasure of kicking Robbie V's ass again or ending his career for being such a piece of shit, but I take solace in the fact that I'll end another piece of shit, the mentor I once had respect for, his career, his essence, everything he has will finally come to an end. It won't be no more Jaywalker Inc, it won't be no more returns, it won't be nothing. You are a man who has escaped penance either by the dollar or being a manipulative piece of trash. No more, We are not only destined to end this but we are destined to end together, we are going to burn together but this time Jaywalker, you'll die alone. You'll die alone, no Triumvirate to save your ass, no EGO, no Dynasty Foundation. I've been salivating, just licking my chops just thinking of ways to beat you down every time you try to get up, I hope you continue to get up, I hope every time I put you down that you at least make it before ten so I can do something catastrophic each time you get your old broken ass up. 

Five....

I need this, I need this to breathe again, to move on and close this chapter and carrying this dead weight, no longer will I have to be viewed as the guy you've helped. I'll be viewed as the guy who rose in spite of you, I'll be viewed as the guy who did you and this company a favor. I am going to put you out of your fucking misery. I've had to stop myself, play by Brian Daniels rules of not letting chaos roam throughout his show. This rage, this recklessness, this unbridled intensity and this thirst for vengeance will not be my downfall, it won't let me make mistakes, and it won't let me stay down, I'll get up, my blood can stain this canvas, my bones can break, but I will not stay down, I refuse to stay down. The minute the match was announced, a smile came across my face because it's the perfect bloody chapter to end a bloody story, as much as you pretend to be a man of class, you are a man who has committed crimes, you are the EAW version of a girl who gets away with murder. And me? Well I'm a natural piece of shit, I'm a natural fucking scumbag, people hate me, I hate them, but unlike you I've never sugar coated shit, I never hid who I am, I'm proud to be anything this world considers as below, I don't give a fuck. 

Six..

People show you who they really are when they are at the end. All the emotion comes out, you see reality in the final moments, when will you stop being a phony? I wish this were a circumstance where beating sense into you would help you find the manhood that made you a respectable man in this business, but this isn't a case of making the real Jaywalker stand up again. Life makes no exceptions, I learned that the hard way, and there comes a time where you have to be held accountable, you picked a fight, you picked a war. And you don't understand the levity of our situation, one of us is going down and will not get back up again Jaywalker, one of us, the one who goes down probably won't ever get back up again.

Seven...

Every day I don't get to kick your ass is another day that goes into eternity, and the only regret I'll have is that I won't get to kick your ass for a lifetime, I've come to terms with the long term effects of this match, every time you are eating your meals through a straw you think of me, every time it hurts to get out of bed you think of me, I want you to remember who did what I am going to do to you. I want you to remember that you caused this, I STABBED YOU IN THE BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH, BUT YOU'VE BEEN STABBING PEOPLE IN THE BACK YOUR ENTIRE CAREER! Jaywalker Inc is built off the back of the men and woman you've taken advantage of. That seems to be a recurring theme in EAW, people only get ahead and find a way to take advantage of people, not me, I refuse to be pimped, and I won't be.

Eight...

Closer and closer Jaywalker, as we get closer to Kingsroad, our road that's been paved is one of lies, deceit, betrayal, it's an ugly story but it's a story that deserves an ending. Everyday I have to live with my failures, I have to live with what I've done, and every time I overcome that bullshit I am the last man standing, every time I get just to the top of the mountain and my legs get cut from underneath me, I find and fight my way back to the top and this time I am the damn top of the mountain.

Nine..

When the smoke clears, when the bloodshed has taken place, I'll still be standing, because I can't die, I won't die, I refuse to die by the hand of a man who has literally raped his way to the top. Raped his way to staying relevant, latching onto young damaged good punks with daddy issues like Ares Vendetta. Come in with the bravado, but also come in knowing you will not walk out, Or I'll die trying.

Ten..

Cha-La Head-Cha-La

-Revy is shown sitting at a bar, with headphones in her ears as she is taking apart and cleaning her guns, polishing them and checking the barrel. Revy looks towards the camera before removing her headphones and hitting pause
 
What match is this for again? What does the card say? What? There is over nine… women in this match? Battle Royal? Number 1 Contender for the EAW Specialist Title? Wait? Is it 9 or 10 if Megan Raine has Sydney St. Clair Attached to her? Wait, does it could if St.Clair’s foot land on the outside? And Why Megan Raine of all people? Whatever, it’s best to not think about it.
 
Oye Oye, Chelsea. You ever heard the expression that you’re over-thinking it? Well, it’s more a suggestion than an expression, but to see me as the best and to save me for last because you don’t “get me?” Please. What is there to get other than the fact that you’re the type of girl that drinks wine and I’m the type that prefers ale, lager, anything that can get a buzz. What can I say? I’m not as picky and pretentious as most. Where as you look at 9 girls before you as mere annoyances, all I see are 9 targets for me to try to hit, so lighten up a bit, will ya? What can I say? I’m just the type of girl that would bring a flash bang into a match or offer a woman that I hate a drink.
 
Now I won’t waste much time talking about the other girls, because bitches, I ain’t got time for that when that time could be spent getting wasted or looking for Savannah Sunshine. But seriously, if you find this missing 12 year old girl that was last seen somewhere between Mississippi and Florida between the days of November 24 and the 25^th, return her Tarah Nova on Empire this instances. And if you do know where she is and you won’t return her, I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money... but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my drinking buddy go now, that will be the end of it - I will not look for you, I will not pursue you... but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you... and I will kill you.
 
-pause-
 
Eh? What? That joke has been done before? Oh For Fuck Sakes! Now I look like an idiot. Give me a break, I’m catching up on movies now.  Well, regardless though. I lost Savannah Sunshine, but I’m sure she’ll fight out of whoever’s basement and makes it in time for this match. So in the end, I’m not going to waste precious time talking about the other girls unless they have something to say about me, because coming up with reasons to hate everybody is about as good a way to waste time than pretending to be a girl online or something. I already know the girls in this match don’t like me. Except for Haruna. She’s weird. If I was Azumi, I’d check her relationship status with her before I become “Ms. Steal Yo Girl.” Like please, keep her in check. I’m kind of over the whole lez out phase of my life. It’s not as fulfilling. You know what I mean? And maybe she may just want to be “friends” or some shit. Or maybe I fascinate her or she likes me because she knows my brother well. Yeah gurl. I see you taking pictures with him? What you trying to do? Replace me as his sister? Please, all you had to do was ask, but you may have to kill that bitch, Cameron before that will happen. But please, drop the whole “FRIENDSHIP IS POWAH” kawaii act and try to lure me into a false sense of security. Just because I’m willing to buy a drink for the enemy and have a good time, that doesn’t mean the chamber in a gun.
 
Now personally, I don’t get this fascination with me. People will say it’s edgy. People say I’m unpredictable, and now all of a sudden, I hit the town with Savannah, getting into fights and watching out for her, people suddenly want to be my friend or wants to fight me? But make no mistake. I’m not really friends with Savannah, rather I’m not done with her and the last thing I wanted her to do is end up in a freak accident like falling down some stairs and tearing her ACL and being out for a couple of months. As far as I’m concerned, I still have unfinished business with Savannah and no one is going to get in the way of that. The drink? Well, what can I say? A drink is always better when you are drinking with others and maybe then, I just wanted to see what Savannah was like if she lets go.
 
Big Mistake. Next time, we’ll start her up with the smaller stuff like wine. What’s that weak ass shit you’re pouring into your gullet Chelsea? Is it sweet or salty and bitter because of all the tears you’ve shed? Ah yes, how fucking cliché it is to take a loss and drink your sorrows away and bitch about the people in your life. Well enough rambling here. Chelsea. The way you “analyzed” me is interesting. How every tactical of you, but how about I save you the trouble to let you know how I operate. Listen carefully, because there isn’t an instruction manual for Revy. This is for all of you. I don’t think. I don’t over analyze. I don’t fuckin do background checks and learn the enemy. I just say whatever the hell is on my mind and do whatever the hell I want.  If you asked me why did I bring a flash bang grenade to a match or why I would buy drinks for April Song or Savannah Sunshine, or why is your casual wear the same as what you wear in when you wrestle, it’s because I fuckin’ felt like it? Get it? In the ring, my instincts just tells me to punch whatever gets in front of me. My instincts goes off and I just act upon it. All the grapples, throws, and flippity shit, I don’t think about it, I just do it. It’s like. Like………
 
-“Ultimate Battle” by ZENTA plays and Revy digs through her pocket and grabs a cellphone. She picks up.
 
Who this? New Phone? No, I won’t return your phone to you, you fuckin’ weeb. Don’t you have something better to do right now, like running the company or starting your stupid entourage? Lawd Cybersex or something? Who is this? You want my name? I’ll tell you who I am. I’m Savannah Sunshine. Sun-Shine. Yeah, like the fuckin Katrina and the Waves song and I’ll fuckin walk over your dead body if you want a piece of me! You want meh mate? Your mother is a hamster and your father reeks of elderberries! How bout dat? Buh bye Bitch!
 
-Revy throws the phone against the wall.
 

Now where was I? Oh right. It’s like…. Ultra… no, it’s just me giving zero fuck, because whatever, I do what I want. It’s not crazy, it’s not about being unpredictable. It’s about me being me, Chelsea, and right now, I’m hankering to lay the smackdown on your ass. And if you’re lucky, I’d might be in the mood to buy you a drink after wards. Point being, the reason why you shouldn’t overthink anything is you don’t have to be the smartest to win fights. It’s only a matter of how one reacts in the heat of the moment. It’s the live or die moment where you body will do whatever it takes to win or survive and I have enough faith in my brain and my body to act on it’s own. I don’t need to have the proper training or wrestling background all these other women will preach. This right here is pure adrenaline and not giving a shit. Go ahead, cry about your losses and drink and hope it goes away. I’ll drink each time I win a match or if another paycheck comes my way. And if people love this unpredictable Revy, well guess what? I don’t care. I don’t do this for them. This is all for me, and right now, that voice in my head is just telling me, how hilarious would it be if I won this battle royal and got a shot at the Specialist title? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d rather fight Cameron than Consuela, but close enough. You can’t win them all, and this is a lesson that I will teach you and everyone else in the ring. So relax, will ya? Or atleast stock your celler or cabinet with the harder liquor, because I don’t even know how you’re going to feel after losing to me, Chelsea. Preach about how you’re a girl with the brains, but that’s nothing a swift kick to the head can’t fix, and unfortunately for you, there is no cure for stupid. All you can do is just come at me and hit me until I go down. It’s that simple, and surprise surprise, it’s the same for everyone else including you, Chelsea. You ain’t special. You ain’t nothing. And you know what else you ain’t going to be? The EAW Specialist champion, because I will win that match, and I will be the one to knock you all out in this…. This…. Tournament of power, whatever the hell it is. And you have a problem with that, any of you guys, go ahead and call the customer support line for 1-800-463-8259 ext 6877353. I repeat, that is 1-800-GOFUCKYOURSELF!  Leave your name and number, and I’ll get back to you as possible. Not! 

Empire Promo 1


The camera opens inside of an empty arena where the lights over the ring are still shining down on the shiny ropes and dirty canvas.  In the center of the ring Mallory Wilde lays with her hands behind her head as she stares up at the lights.

"I've always been a major proponent of losing well.  The idea of putting up your best fight only to be struck down with honor appeals to me.  It's very Samurai, very warriors code.  This mentality has taken over the underground as a reaction to DIY not always panning out in the end.  If you do it yourself and you fail, at least you tried.  It's more than most do.  It beats dying comfortably behind a desk in some plastic box inside of an office somewhere.  Besides, if you lose well it gives others faith in you to dust yourself off and try again.  They might invest in you or share your vision and help to make it become realized.

  In my first match on Empire I didn't lose well.  I got grumpy over having to tag with someone against two strange bedfellows handcuffed to one another.  There's not much wiggle room in that situation for someone to take the fall and look good doing it.  Likewise, I don't think I would've looked much better beating up two restrained women.  It's not a great first impression, but even so I can honestly say that I didn't put my best foot forward because I took the situation lightly.  In being so up my own ass, I defeated myself in a way.  Not to take anything away from the two women who pinned my partner, they had their own hurdles that they overcame and they did, but it wasn't at my expense and the only reason for that being the case might've been me being so uninvested in the first place.  You can't lose a battle that you're not in, and you certainly can't win one that way either.  Needless to say, I lost poorly.

Mallory pulls herself up into a fetal position before crossing her legs in front of her and giving the camera a cheeky smile as she coyly looks down at the mat.

   "When it came to Yasmin Hyland...well, let's just say she didn't lose well.  I will say that I tried though, and if the side of her face is any indication then I put my 'best foot forward'.  I can't say that I'm all too pleased with how well she went down though.  I came here for a fight and up 'til this week I haven't gotten one.  April Song, eh? 'The Killer Bee'.  So what? You're some black ops runaway? Some delivery girl with a blouse that buttons up all the way to the top?  Someone says jump and you do it? That kinda thing? You a puppet of the system? You 'The Man'? Meh.  I'd beat up ROTC in high school when they started tryin' to put the jack boots to me medium style.  Can't say I'm impressed by a girl scout who likes to march in a straight line.  I'm not saying you wont be a fight, but I am saying that I don't have much respect to someone who kowtows to someone based on how many bottle caps they have taped to their lapel.  You have had your hands on a particular pretty penny of a pennant that I'd likes to be in line for, and that's the Specialist Title, so maybe you have some fight in ya after all.  Just so ya know, you aren't going to beat me unless you step outta that line you're walkin' and try to give me a proper warrior's loss.  Despite my win/loss record being split, I haven't made a habit outta lookin' up at those lights just yet, and I'm not going star gazing without a pretty powerful wallop knockin' me loopy first.  I want a victory I can be proud of or a loss that I can look back on and say 'oh man...what a fight that broad put up!'.  I haven't had much to be proud of since coming here, and I haven't given these fans of ours a reason to really invest in my goals, or see that I'm up to snuff.  How 'boot it? Bring me some of those Blackwater tactics.  Leave the plane keys at home and come show me what you got on the ground.  I want the bag and tag treatment or I want nothing from you at all. If you can't bring the fight, then you may as well run into my big toe like Yasmin and let me step over you on my way to the next killer in line because I'm gettin' a li'l sick of having to make a pit stop at the nearest dive just to get my aggression out in the pit after an unfulfilling show.  I don't plan on making a habit outta that either.  So drop the pretense, unbutton that collar, and let's beat the crap outta one another until we're friends."

Mallory grabs her ankles and rocks backward, and then springs up with a kip up to her feet.

"I'm sick of feeling like I'm standing in an empty ring at the end of the night.  How 'boot remindin' me that there's someone in here with me this week?"


A loud thud emits through the arena, followed by more as the lights fall dark after each until only a spotlight remains on a grinning Mallory Wilde, before everything goes to black.