"What an eventful week, huh? Not only do We Are The Bollocks pick up a much-needed victory to bounce back from our Road to Redemption shortcomings, but also quite a few bombshells are dropped on us of the Voltage brand. Quite a few specifically for myself. The first of which being the news of my next challenger for the New Breed Championship I currently have draped over my shoulder come November 25th. I had heard rumors that Harvey Yorke was going to be my next challenger around the locker room, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Instead, my next challenger is one Jon McAdams. By no means am I disappointed about the turn of events, quite honestly a fitting candidate and a formidable challenger to say the least. Admittingly, the stipulation of the Blackout match to which we’ve been assessed is lost on me. It is something I will have to seek out through the EAW archives at a later time, as I don’t wish to go into that match unprepared. Not to assume the outcome, but should I walk out with the title intact, it seems I won’t have to wait very long to find out the identity of the challenger that follows. With the addition of 8 other elitists competing in the Electric Gauntlet match to determine who that challenger will be, I can’t help but feel my mission to make this title one of the most sought after championships in the company is starting to bear fruit. I am sure the stigma still looms over it in the eyes of many elitists, but slowly it is being washed away in the public eye. All of those pieces fall into place at Shock Value, however, there was one last bombshell that is the immediate priority and contributes heavily to the events of Shock Value itself. A main event six-man tag team match. Essentially a power struggle between Shock Value opposition with makeshift teams of three of the, dare I say it, best and brightest talents under the Voltage current employ. And on paper alone it’s hard to think of a more sure thing for Match of the Week than this by all the name value and implications alone. With this being the last stop before Shock Value, there is going to be a lot of push and pull to get that all important momentum.

As one can imagine, a match that features such makeshift teams will be a mixed bag of emotions, egos and drives. On my side of things, that couldn’t be any more true. To my left, I have Keelan Cetinich -- one of my closest friends and someone I have gone to war with once before. Territorial Invasion earlier this year, I was hand selected to be his partner in an all out war, one in which we were victorious. And it looks like the cards have been dealt to where we once again are brothers in arms. In the time between then and now, we’ve come into our own quite a bit. I had won the New Breed Title and made it to the finals of the Tag Team Grand Prix, all the while he has been putting in a solid body of work and at Road to Redemption almost picked up the most shocking victory I would have seen in my life. Mere fingertips away from dethroning the World Heavyweight Champion. Safe to say if I had to pick a team of my own for this calibre of match, Keelan would have been a no brainer. Someone who is as battle tested and proving himself day in and day out, enough to be the number one contender for the companies magnum opus. To my right, however, is a different story -- Chris Elite. Let’s get it all out in the open. It’s not a secret that Chris Elite and I aren’t particularly fond of eachother. It’s no secret that I think he’s an egomaniac. And I won’t let it be secret that I think he’s going to abuse that “Gawd” contract clause to take as many shots at the title it will take before he takes it. Chris, I don’t like you or what you stand for. But I wouldn’t dare say that when it comes to what you do in that ring, you’re not as talented as you say you are. Not many people can rival DEDEDE, let alone best him and best him you did. We hadn’t shared a ring since Pain for Pride, and we have both improved immensely since. I’ll admit to thinking that you weren’t going to be able to do it, but you proved me wrong and I am sure many others as well. You’re a skilled athlete, and I don’t have to like you to admit that. If you can run your mouth AND back it up, than I have no issue in welcoming you to the team. As long as you can keep your nose clean, that is. And a mighty fine team if I do say so myself. The opposing team is nothing to scoff at either. Although as cohesive as the team of Wakefield, Elite and Cetinich is up for debate.

First and foremost with my respective opponent come Shock Value; Jon McAdams. It has been a very rocky few months for you, hasn’t it? Getting lost in the shuffle and affiliated with a group of muppets, further adding salt to the wounds in terms of poor choices in leader. Drifting from team to team, both of which your partners amscrayed to leave you all on your own. People with Class, dissolved when Mike Showman packed his bags. Nightmare, one by one members began to disappear, dissolving when it was revealed a member of the ranks was one of the worst people to ever walk into the company. And this month alone you’ve come back from a point many would of packed their bags and called it quits. Even last week putting your personal demons to rest as you rendered your former Nightmare leader unconscious and defeated. Congratulations are in order, and a shot at my New Breed Championship is well deserved for perseverance alone. You and I shared a ring during the stage where you were with that group of nutters, albeit a tag team match in early October. You’ve already mentioned it, blamed your tag team partner for being a weak link and retconning the result as to be one at his fault. But how true is that statement? Now, he may not have been all that reliable as a tag team partner, he may not have been the easiest guy to get along with, I am sure that is true. What isn’t true however is the loss being a hundred percent his fault as the person who ultimately took the fall, at my hands might I add, was you. Only a little over a month separates the events of then, and the events that will take place at Shock Value. In that time, you may have had a resurgence in your career, finding the inspirations you needed to pick up a few victories. That’s perfectly fine. But a resurgence alone doesn’t change what history has shown. Something you tried rubbing in my face is my loss in the finals of the Tag Team Grand Prix, my loss at Road to Redemption. It’s easy to point out a big free-per-view loss like that, especially when you’re not competing in the first place. But pointing out a loss in the Tag Team Grand Prix, is a little odd coming from yourself. Granted, you’ve already shown very little memory of recent events, but I feel I should remind you that you yourself were eliminated in a much earlier round of the tournament by my friend Keelan here. As impressive as your past few weeks have been, that has been mere child's play to the fight you are in for at Shock Value when you try your hand at taking my New Breed Championship away. Match stipulation be damned, you’re in for the toughest battle of your career. The goals I have set for myself with this championship around my waist have not all been checked off my list, taking this title away from me before I accomplish all of them is something I will bring nothing less but my best to prevent. Your resurgence has been impressive, but this week I will aim to give you a friendly reminder that I have only gotten better since then, and that losses have only fueled my victories even more.

Next we have a former brother in arms -- Lars Grier. A storied history we have, wouldn’t you say Lars? We have quite a score to settle. Three times now, we’ve shared a ring. You were in the second match I ever had in EAW as a participant in a Battle Royal. You were a brother in arms at Territorial Invasion when we went to an all out war. And the most recent was a straight up one on one opponent. And each of those times you came out on top. You eliminated me in that Battle Royal to win the whole thing. You scored the final fall to gain our team the victory. And you pinned me, fair and square, inside that ring only a few weeks ago. And now to add to the diversity of our encounters, you are now on the opposing team that rivals my own. You are an impressive and destructive force, I have said that from day one and you only become increasingly stronger every time we’ve shared the ring. But I must admit that it has become increasingly frustrating every single time. To have played second fiddle to you on a consistent basis, to have you be the one who ultimately gets his hand raised in the end. Two of which at my expense. It has been increasingly frustrating to see that margin between us widening as you ascend the ranks of Voltage. This week, I don’t intend to let that gap get any wider. I don’t intend to let you have another victory at my expense, to allow you to get a hat trick over me. Last time we faced you were doubting yourself, you were in need to reignite the fire that made you The Raven. This week, I will not be another person to fan the flames. If nothing else, I will only help to extinguish them. You were an ally once Lars, but you know better than I this is not about friendship, as it is pretty clear that you prefer to walk your path alone, but it’s about the competitive nature of the sport. There are many names that have gained victories at my expense, but you’ve been the most prominent. Sooner or later, I will get those victories back one by one. This Sunday, my intention is to bridge the gap albeit with one victory of the two that I seek to one day redeem.

Last but not least, the EAW World Heavyweight Champion himself -- Jamie O’Hara. Undisputedly, the measuring stick for all elitists on Voltage, if not EAW as a whole. With this being our first in-ring encounter, if nothing else this match will be a preview of how I measure up to the upper echelon. How far I have come, and how far I have still to go. When it comes to this New Breed Championship, it seems we share the same vision for it. We both know the worth this title should have as a launching pad for the eventual greats of the company, and have both seen that value diminished by lackluster, if not overall incompetent, champions. But as you have probably noticed, I am not one of those champions. The job wasn’t done the day I won this championship, it had only just begun. Your history with this belt is well documented as the reign that set the standard many try to replicate once they hold it, but they never go as far as to duplicate it. This championship heavily influenced the growth of the calibre of athlete you are today, and I personally intend for it to do the same for myself. If not more so. You see, I intend to replicate the stellar reign you had in terms of success. But I don’t dare to duplicate it, I intend to surpass it. Call me ambitious, but I am nothing if not determined. Determined to meet your record reign of 240 days, and then go on to see day 241. By the time Shock Value comes around I will be at day 70; 10 days shy of a third of the way to meeting the record. Abysmal at the moment, but I am in it for the long haul. With all due respect, I intend to hold this title longer than you did all those years ago, defend it against more challengers than you did during your tenure and ultimately become thee reign associated with this belts legacy. You might not believe these claims, roll your eyes at the thought even, but ask the people who said I wouldn’t even become New Breed Champion in the first place; my promises are worth their weight in gold. You have your expectations, your standards for what holding this belt should mean and the calibre of champion it should forge, and I will not disappoint you or anyone else who shares a similar philosophy. Seeing as you held this title walking into Shock Value 2014 and hold the World Heavyweight Championship walking into this years event, I have a rough goal of when I can gun for that height also. A three year span to turn the legacy I leave behind with this title into becoming the EAW World Heavyweight Champion. Again an ambitious foresight, but a foresight I will make good on. That is what the future holds, but what about the present day? I have been eagerly anticipating the opportunity to one day stand on the opposite side of the ring from you to see how I measure up. Do I believe I have the tools right now to defeat a Jamie O’Hara? If we are being completely modest, I don’t believe so. I have seen my fair share of elitists line up only to be left lying on the mat staring up at the lights in absolute bewilderment like a deer. But that doesn’t mean I won’t give it my best efforts to make the upset. I just saw a close friend fingertips away from accomplishing the same thing, so I have to believe on my best day I can accomplish such a feat. Surely it would only help speed the aforementioned process along, getting the wheels in motion. I do in my heart of hearts believe when push comes to shove I can hold my own, but it will admittingly be a miracle if I some how find a way to hold your shoulders to the mat for the three count, or even have you surrender to a hold. But if anyone can make a miracle happen, it’s me."

"For how much longer am I going to be handcuffed to this woman during my matches? Have I not been punished enough for who knows what to just wrestle a match with my own ability without these idiotic limitations? How much longer do we have to drag this social experiment out? Every match of my career thus far has had Megan involved and tying her to me like a dead weight isn’t helping in any way. I might have had a better chance in last weeks triple threat match if I didn’t have to drag her around. I could be the number one contender for the Specialists Championship by now if that were the case. What is the point of this? To make Megan and I friends? Not going to happen. The only thing being accomplished here is that I am begining to just hate her more. Now I am just feeling helpless. I am feeling like there is no possible end to justify these means. Whoever green lighted this has left me no other choice but to abstain. Abstain from these war of words until Megan and myself are separated both in the physical and career-wise sense. Why waste more words if the reward doesn’t provoke any sense of motivation? If people wanted to see Sydney St. Clair fail, strap me to someone my entire career and refuse to let me venture out and try new things. I didn’t enter this business to remain stagnant, I joined to grow as a competitor. And I am being pushed in the opposite direction. Until I am physically separated from Megan Raine and until she doesn’t have any involvement with my matches, I am simply refusing to partake. This is not a protest, it is merely me giving up in trying to play along with this agonising social experiment.

Mallory, you deserve better. You deserve a better first impression than this, but I hope you can respect for the time being this isn’t a battle where I can truly give you my best. This isn’t a battle where we can have a fun match in that ring. Another date perhaps, and I am looking forward to it. You are right in saying that the Empire ring is my home, I demand respect for it, but you’re also right that I am at a complete disadvantage due to the situation I am in. I like your spunk, your attitude and hell, I think we can become great friends in the near future. Empire is still my home and you are welcome here. I just hope when the situation is different, I can give you a true match to test yourself against."

'' This contradictory pattern you seem to follow has yet again made itself prevalent. You speak of words such as illusions and repetition, holding the spotlight within your clutches. Yet, when I retaliate by reflecting your image, words fail to emit from you. It is actually so amusing, the truth of the matter is, from your orange glow to the confidence that lies within you, your perception is the most counterfeit of them all. A complete mirage, and I shall confess you've done an excellent job of forming such. You state there is nothing else left to be said, yet speak more than five thousand words. You profess and assert that beneath my confidence I am a frightened flower, waiting and hoping to be trampled upon and placed out of my misery, yet you fail to acknowledge your own mistakes and flaws, and allow me to share with you, many of those exist within you. It is just ever so hypocritical from you, if you believed yourself to be a master tactician, a point you have stressed and asserted far too many times for anybody to consider relevance within the point at this stage, then you would not be making these critical, easy errors for me to implicate. You portray yourself, no, you make people buy into this perfect image, you make them believe it's all there is to see. But underneath all of it, something people like you don't account for. I find it so amusing that you speak of me, with such conviction illuminating your tone, and yet fail to realise the exact same speech you fire into my chest, can ricochet and apply to you with much more credence. I'll level with you, however, within this illusion you have built, truths lie against the foundations. You are quite a brilliant, sneaky, but terrific manipulator, for example you've managed to convince yourself that I stated Empire's changes are massive, in agreement with you. I never said such a thing. On a general scale, yes, some would consider that in the time I had been extradited from Empire much has changed, however a critical thing you forget about me is I don't listen to others. If I did, I would not be standing in front of you at this very moment, I would be defeated, out of the wrestling industry, at home in Germany drowning my complaints with our superior food and drink. On the contrary, it's interesting you attempt to paint that you're basing your speeches off of what I have said, because I am doing the complete same with you. You complain that I speak about Cailin and Kendra, yet these words came as an argument against you comparing me to other people, and it's not as if you have not mentioned your past victories, far more than I? I believe you cannot whittle through an entire minute without having thoughts of the moment Aria's skull hit against the announcers table. You lavish and roll within that thought, it takes you to a place nothing else can. You criticise me for stating names of the past, yet it's acceptable when you acknowledge your victories over the likes of Kimi, and Stephanie. But that can't be right. You're superior to me, and you being a hypocrite, well, you can see where I am going with this. ''

'' Coming to the subject of Empire changing on a large scale, it is only natural for our viewpoints to differ ever so much on this. For you, Empire changes with each and every day. You're new here, I won't use the term rookie for it's quite degrading however in comparison to me you have not spent much time upon this brand. If a woman loses a match, and she was expected to win, your eyes align with shock and your feet stagger. You portray and illustrate things with the most over exaggerated tone, so naturally it doesn't bring shock to my expression when you say that Empire has changed to a massive degree. From my viewpoint, not much has changed. Yes, women who were influential to the peak of the card have left, but this does not impact my position within this roster, I have always competed at the top of the hierarchy, a superior athlete, a woman who dominates the majority of her matches against other female competition. Cailin was fired, it brings a shrug to my shoulder. Evaluating my opposition upon skill and strengths is something I very much do, I have literally zero idea where this perception you have has come from, perhaps it's another of your manipulative statements, fuelled with fallacious intent, but I never said I only view people as numbers. I acknowledged you for your victories, I did state that it's impressive you've beaten the likes of our current world champion, and yet you have the nerve to still pretend as if I am totally oblivious to anything but myself. I believe it falls back to the confidence issue, conceivably, you are stunned that I have confidence within my own abilities, so much to the point that this automatically must mean I have total disregard for each and every other individual situated around me. Their wrestling ability means nothing to me, it must do as I mention my own abilities sometimes also. Your smokescreens do not fool me, my eyes are captivated, and ignite the blackness you paint within this world. You can consider my stubborn all you wish, I am a conquering, pristine and calculated athlete and yes, I have suffered losses within my past, but I have little to concentrate on how, taking away the concern for others, I can focus on belief within myself, and garnering revenge for those who brought their blades and cut against my lifestyle. My strategies, in your opinion, are generic, but they are also successful, let me remind you I am the valedictory Vixens World Champion. A last vixen in more than one term, so I must insist you do not discredit my abilities, for they have brought me far more success within my past than you have achieved within the time you have been with us. Before you open your mouth and scream about how the past is not important, let me remind you on how you insisted on validating your intelligence, based off the back of your victory over Aria Jaxon. It's all fine to implicate the black and white into our futures, yet you pitch a foul ball and scream when I don't strike it out of the park. Every situation I find myself within when comparing our careers, I find no light, no note that has the word victory illustrated on it. Perhaps you should acknowledge your own failures and stop pretending as if certain guidelines only apply to me, for I can assure you people stopped buying your little game days ago. ''

'' Again this differentiation of words ring true against my eardrum. I'm surprised that you don't record these videos with your feet up, as your legs must hurt from jumping to conclusions as often as you do. I fail to see how me stating I am going to beat you has any correlation to me therefore admitting you have no talent. It's again this complex, this ideology, that just because I have belief within my own abilities, it suddenly means that I have no regard for yours. It's a horrid attitude to have Chelsea, and it allowed you to paint yourself as the vanquisher, the victor, just because I am an athlete with a competitive streak. The majority of what you speak is a fabrication. I never once refused to call you by your name, I have never referred to you as a cardboard cut-out, an object for me to simply decimate and destroy. Yes, you are just a body, but that does not mean I have stated that without thought behind it. I acknowledge you have done nothing to be personally, I even said that this is the first time we are meeting in my last speech. You lack insight, you lack depth of thought. You create and form certain scenarios which bend the truth, you honestly believe your fabrications and lies in which you can place your own version of me, and pronounce negative things and hold the belief that people will just assume your side of speech. The truth is, if you state you're a manipulator, the truth will naturally not side with you. I am one of the most honest, and blunt, people existing in this industry. You constantly throw the blame onto me instead of acknowledging your own actions, you fail to idolise your own conduct, you do not understand what responsibility is, this is why I believe you attack me with these fallacious situations you have configured and engineered within your mind. You have no empathy, you barely explain beyond the obvious and have little regard for the malicious things you state. Aria might have bought it, but you are not going to make me feel insecure with the constant lies you formulate through your speeches. You might hold the candle and throw it into the corner, setting this world alight however I will extinguish you the moment you believe yourself to be a champion. You're attempting to belittle a woman who is constantly criticised for her approach to this industry, every word you have thrown against my face, every grenade you have thrown into my trench, has exploded against me before and yet here I stand. There is a line between having passion for your beliefs and thinking of yourself as good. I'll be more than willing to evidence how vigorous and compelling my reliance upon my own talent is, and such will occur when we meet inside of the ring, our eyes shall match, our bodies will press, yet the aftermach of everything you have stated shall fall against my own. You've somehow fallen under the illusion that I am breaking in your reputation and ability just because I am superior. I shall verify to you that, despite how good you may consider yourself to be, good does not manifest against superior. You build up the same points, focusing mostly on what I have stated, and using it against me. The fact of the matter is this, you can influence and tell yourself as much as you wish, that you're contradicting what I have stated, and paint this rainbow within your world of fantasy and abstract skies. It will not rationalise well for you, these false, mythological statements shall not validate within the ring. I have one aspiration for when we meet in the ring, and it is something that cannot be manipulated and played with. I will restore liberation to Empire, bring the championships to hands that shall caress instead of destroy. My primary aim is to slaughter those who have harmed me, and yes, this does not resolve with you, however bringing your name within incineration, and validating my establishment with a victory over you proves I have not returned for justice, I have returned for anything but. ''

'' You underestimate the influence of physical power, and I believe this is your biggest mistake as we hastily approach our match. Beforehand, I must acknowledge that you stating winning through unnecessary means shows just as much talent, athletically, as winning clean, is just plain wrong. I cannot stress how incorrect that is, it's purely indescribable to me. I suppose the thing separating a woman who fights fairly and somebody who does not, is honour, it is credibility, and whilst I no longer envision and engineer for a world in which a competitive aroma floats through the air, and athletic, efficient excellence is the answer to all, it is unfortunate that I still have more class about myself than degrading myself to the stunts you perform in order to capture a victory. Perhaps it is a means of morals and ethical stance, either way, you continue to place an importance that mental capability is just as, if not more important than physical dominance, and in some matters it definitely is, I can agree that you have to be intelligent to be an athlete, but it falls down to specifics. You called me out for glossing over the specifics of certain people having strengths, and I consider that to apply here also. As an example, my physical strength is going to tyrannise over your apparent intellect. It is quite evident that we rely on certain strengths in the ring. Allow me to call upon the times where I have suplexed two women over my head at the same time, without sweat making itself apparent. Let's recall my performance in the battle royal, I outlasted the majority, I eliminated a man twice the weight of me with velocity, rendering his physical stance over me useless. I eliminated five people, and sure, this did not lead me to victory, however it is an example of my strength, both mentally and physically. Let's involve my Vixens Cup victory, the inaugural victory of the tournament, within this case also. Where I survived and withstood fifteen other women, through four matches, to achieve victory, I competed against Cameron Ella Ava, and Haruna Sakazaki, and outlived Madison, Aria, Stephanie, and our loving general manager Tarah Nova. Athletically, I cannot be matched. My passion and drive for this industry falls short of the resilience, stamina and strength I illustrate and evidence when I am placed in a competitive condition. I have prowess through technical ability that is indeed unrivalled, a grip that burns through your muscles, elbows that blow against your temple and cause your skull to crash against the tissue of your brain. I have earned my right to be the Last Vixen , through being the first and only Vixens Cup winner, yet also the final Vixens World Champion. It is not just a nickname, a gimmick to convince the world I am no longer concentrated on pure efficiency, it is within my blood, stamped and approved, a title which has been dotted by the crown, and delivered only to me. The world vilifies me for many reasons, most do so incorrectly, however I am indeed the most despised woman in the world. I bring the word arrogance to another level, I am cunning and vindictive in a way that is incommunicable, why don't you ask Cailin Dillon, or perhaps Kendra Shamez, why I am universally disliked? I deliver sentences with a cold glance, that others have thought within their sick minds and yet lack the courage the follow through. I do not have to manipulate and irritate for my opposition to fall under my spell, with a click of my fingers anger and rage fuels those who come against me, either in a battle of wits, or a fight upon the field. I believe you are jealous of me Chelsea, and I state that without hesitation. You bless yourself with all these false affirmations, but the truth is in what you would take months to achieve, I can do with a couple of words and a megaphone, you want to be everything that my status currently shows. Hated. You want to be the girl with no emotions, who delivers on the night, through whatever method they choose, and as the crowd hurls abuse, and gradually increases their displeasure for you, not a caring thought anticipates through your mind. If you consider the result of me attempting to make this world a better place, you can only imagine how ruthless I shall be when destroying it. I will ignite the lightest corners of the earth, as smoke rises against the skyline, the embers will flicker to a stop, and nothing shall remain. I will personally afflict deconstruction to every body that I come across, it matters little if you have crossed my path before, or it my blood boils to incineration at the pure thought of pummelling my knuckles against the bone of your cheek. This world was blessed to have me, a woman who cares not for the popular opinion, only on making things right, and with each step I take, I rectify a mistake that others have laid out for me to assemble. Be it inside of the wrestling world, or manipulating outside of it to bend in my favour. You really do not give me enough credit, Chelsea, for if you were placed in the position that I was, no amount of your illusion talk would bring you back to the main event of Empire. It is quite a shame that you do not acknowledge the troubles that I have endured and outlasted. I had the trigger pointed to my head, and within the blink of an eye, my assailants lie dead at my feet. The truth of the matter is this, people dislike me for they wish to have my intelligence, I am a rare breed of woman, somebody who has both a brain, and athleticism. Just because I wish to accentuate one does not mean I don't acknowledge the other, this entire time you have fallen under the illusion that I am simply a woman of physical prowess, but no, I am quite smart. As a matter of fact, this entire week you have ranted and moaned about how, regardless of how decorated and superior my wrestling ability could be, you shall outsmart and fox me into a hole I will be incapable of climbing out of. They do not call me a revolutionist for amusement purposes. I engineered an entire division to change their ways, I introduced a lifestyle which transformed the perception of female wrestling to a paramount, to a new age, a golden world. You would not be in the position you are in at this very moment, if not for me. Yes, I was overthrown at the peak of the throne, but it took three hall of famers to do so, they literally formed a group of renegades with the pure intention of taking me out of the picture. I was chased, I was buried, but I am the Last Vixen, I always return, with incineration burning throughout my blood and the bruises upon my skin dissipating with every breath I take. An idea you have formulated many ideas upon is that, Empire does not need me. This is incredibly false, management do not fire somebody, and tell them never to return, to begging for that specific return only two months later. I would like you to evidence a time that has previously happened in any wrestling promotion, on any continent, ever. I was validated, with my return, I proved wrong those who control this promotion, and I slandered them on worldwide television and they did nothing. This microphone is my rifle and I shall continue to fire as I see fit. In the two months I was gone, I do not believe it is a coincidence that, essentially all of the upper echelons of talent dispersed. The conditions I had promoted and approved for so long, were manipulated by toxic hands and rendered incapable of survival without me to personify and protect it. Empire was set alight with my extradition, and as the wax burns, all beg for me to extinguish the flames and restore liberation to the female athletes of this globe, oh how their expectations shall fall when I deliver the final blow to this manipulated perception, and as the wasteland brings itself to a final smoulder, only one reality shall stand, and that reality becomes apparent when you and I meet face to face, and I deliver my first carcass to the arising of the Vixens eminence. ''

An American, an Englishman and an Australian walk into a bar… sorry couldn’t help myself.

The opportunity of a lifetime was presented to me at Road to Redemption, and while I may have come up short I actually did accomplish something in the end. I got everybody TALKING about me. The fact that I was the final man eliminated in that chamber got people second guessing what I am capable of. Yes, I lost, but only the battle. The war has only just begun, and as cliche as it may sound, it’s the truth. I am not done… I am nowhere near fucking done. I am going to continue to put my blood, sweat and tears into everything I do until I capture that illustrious EAW World Heavyweight Championship. So, Jamie O’Hara, if you’re still the champion after Shock Value, then say hello to your next contender. Chris Elite, if you end that incredible streak of Jamie’s, then please keep that belt warm for me because I’m coming for you. You might be my partner this week, and it is a partnership I am very much looking forward to, we may soon be enemies after Shock Value is all said and done. This week, I find myself in six man tag team action. Finnegan and I are quite familiar with one another and we’ve got some chemistry from a previous partnership. But I will stand side by side with Chris and Finn and I will look towards the opposite corner against a man who I’ve defeated before, a man who I’ve defeated before and will again at Shock Value, and the man who I hope to defeat after Shock Value is all said and done should he be the champion. Jamie, Lars, Jon… hello again. It’s me, The Killer.

I look at this match on paper and I think to myself: “how can I cram in enough material into this six man package involving talent I’ve been in the ring with many times?” It’s a tough one but you take a look at the positives and all that you’ve done as of late and you do what you’ve been doing all season and that’s prove them all wrong all over again. Lars Grier is a man who has actually proven me wrong and did so with his performance inside that chamber at Road to Redemption. I was a bit of a cunt to you in the lead up to that chamber Lars, but I do not apologize for it. I might seem all nice and dandy right now but that’s because I’m in a good mood. Come our match at Shock Value, I’m probably going to be a dickhead again. But just know this… you’ve earned my respect, and should I lose to you at Shock Value, am I going to cry about it? No, because I know that you are more than capable of being World Champion. However, just know that I’m not going to be going easy on you then and I’m not going to go easy on you this week either. I continue to get better with every passing hour of every passing day. I’ve made Season 11 my bitch so far, and I’m going to keep making it my bitch until I’m the champion. I don’t have too much to say to you this week because I know next week that things are going to get very heated. Things are going to get super intense. I’ve beaten you before Lars, and I can do it again. I know how to, but perhaps you’ll come in with a newer approach this time around. Who knows. Just know that I am very much looking forward to our Electric Deathmatch. This might be the nicest I’ve ever been towards you… don’t get too used to it.

And here we are back with Jon McAdams… I wonder if he’ll ever come up with something new to say to me because he’s got nothing. Honestly this man might ruin my good mood but I’ll do my best to keep my cool. The truth is he can only say the same things over and over because he’s stuck staying idle while I’m moving up to the main event here on Voltage. A loss at Road to Redemption? I ain’t afraid to talk about it. I’m never afraid to admit to my losses and I have not ONCE been afraid to talk about them, because my losses make me who I am and that’s a motivated individual. My losses can only help to continue to build the legacy I want to make for myself here in EAW. So, my loss at Road to Redemption huh? Damn I mean being the runner-up for the entire match and falling short sure did hurt me inside, but I did something that night and that was prove all the doubters, haters and naysayers wrong because I was THIS close to ending Jamie O’Hara’s reign. THIS close. Yeah, okay, I fell short again in an attempt to win a championship. I know you’re going to bring that up again Jon so don’t even bother. I’ll do it for you. But that night I proved so many people wrong. The words I’ve been saying ALL season came to light that night and everyone can see it. I know you can too, Jon. Surely you’re not that blind. Even the champion himself Jamie O’Hara gave me his stamp of approval after the match, and that I am quite grateful for actually, and hopefully with a defeat over your other partner Lars Grier at Shock Value will give me another opportunity at Jamie, or even Chris Elite. I’m not competition for Jamie? I haven’t earned my way into the spot I’m in right now? Shit even Lars Grier can admit that I’ve earned my way into this spot, just like I know he’s earned his way into his spot. Sorry mate, there’s evidence to prove that I am competition for Jamie. I can’t help that you’re in doubt, and you are grasping at straws to keep your head floating above water when really you’re a mistake away from falling into the deep, dark ocean of irrelevancy. A loss to Finnegan Wakefield at Shock Value oughta do that for you though. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses on one thing though. The biggest mistake you ever made in your career and that was joining The Sanatorium. In our lead up to that Grand Prix tag match weeks back, what did I say? I told you that you’re blinded by the false beliefs those idiotic cunts used to preach every week. And where are they all now? GONE! Why? Because they were absolutely nothing. I admitted I could see through the lies you all were spreading and the crazy thing is people were actually believing your bullshit! But no more. You joined The Sanatorium to get INTO something like the main event scene right? You really think you’d be in the main event scene right now if you didn’t join that group? Don’t make me laugh, mate. How many times have you said something like that in your EAW career? It’s got to be a good few yeah? Quit making excuses for your shitty decisions and start to take proper action like I did. A washed up veteran past my prime huh? Mother fucker I am only 32 years old and I have just entered it. You’re calling me fragile? You’re calling me an old man? Saying my bones are too brittle? Jamie O’Hara is 32 years old too you moron, and he’s the champion everybody wants to beat! Is it possible that you’ve actually gotten stupider since leaving The Sanatorium?! You’re really blind to it all, aren’t you? I’m not at the level of Lars or Jamie? Well I’ve defeated Lars once before and I’ve proven to the champ that I can hang with somebody as talented as he is so what the fuck does that make you? You either are, as I said before, a moron or you’re a liar. Which one would you rather be? If you actually answer that rhetorical question, it’ll make you a moron. If you continue to say the things you’re saying in your next cute little rant, then you’re a liar. Take your pick. It’s up to you. So keep saying things like I’ve done nothing in the past, oh I don’t know, six months has shown you that I am better than you are. Keep being blind to it all. Keep making excuses, Jon. I’ll make it my responsibility to prove you wrong again, and continue to do what I do best and that’s bring the fight. I spent the better part of this year losing to everybody? Let’s go through some names off the top of my head that I have defeated. Kenny Drake, Terry Chambers, Lars Grier, Carlos Rosso, Solomon Caine, Amadeus… YOU! Just to name a few. Yeah you’ve beaten me but that was so last season. Two cheap roll up victories... hooray for you! I don’t want to go back into THAT debate though. There are no insecurities circling my gut, Jon. All I’ve done since this season began is prove people wrong and if I haven’t been able to do that to you yet then I am more than happy to show you how I will. I have never been a champion in my career before? Fuck you, I’ve been a champion every god damned company I’ve wrestled for mother fucker. Congratulations that Hardcore Championship reign that nobody even fucking remembers is the only thing you have going for you in your career right now. People only remember you for your stupid career decisions, like aligning yourself with an idiot like Mike Showman or a bunch of lost causes like Nightmare. One thing I’ve never done is swim in the vast, open ocean of irrelevancy you’re in with nothing or nobody around you for miles. You can scream and scream for help but nobody will be there to pull you out as you’ve been so reliant on your entire EAW career. I can’t stack up against you on my best day? On my worst day I’ll still fuck you up, and you wanna know why? It’s because things have changed since the two times you’ve rolled me up, Jon. Why are you so focused on using shit from the past? Don’t worry I’ll answer it for you. It’s because that’s all you’ve got going for you, Jon. The past. Your Hardcore Championship reign nobody remembers, your two wins over me. You’re so embarrassed by what you’ve done in the present that the past is the only thing that is keeping your career alive right now. It’s the only thing that brings you joy in your shitty life. You want to talk to me about failed opportunities? You failed capturing the Openweight Championship against Ryan Marx, you failed advancing in the Grand Prix tournament to my beautiful girlfriend and I, and you will fail to capture the New Breed Championship against my good mate Finnegan Wakefield at Shock Value. So while I continue to improve, and get better, and move on up to that main event level, I’ll make sure to look back down below to where I once was, see you ten levels down from that looking for a way up and give you a smile, a wave, before a simple and swift, calm and gentle, FUCK YOU!