'' The fact your first perception of me is that you believe I adore nothing more than drawing attention to myself and gloating, then that addresses to me everything I need to know about your ability to observe and illustrate a perspective. What I believe casts a striking shadow of differentiation betwixt you and I, Chelsea, is that I dislike proving people wrong, I just admire validating myself as correct. Let me just strike the matter whilst it is fresh out of the oven, I do not care for other peoples opinions. Of course, in the situation of my firing it was the first thing I retaliated against, yet in such an insignificant matter such as your speech, it really does not concern me, a rubber bullet running into titanium armour. If I based my approach to this business off of what other people believed about me, I would have been six feet under the moment I stirred my stiletto in my first pot of controversy. People like to point fingers, America wants a hero and they want a villain, I'm fairly certain you can use your intelligence to decide which segment of the paper I fall beneath. Our industry is a narrative, considering I attempted to change that image for eighteen months or so I believe I would have a firmer grasp upon it than most, so let me deliver the unfortunate news to you that, you're not the first individual who has pointed out I have an attitude problem, neither are you the first to walk in with such an egotistical tone within your voice after accomplishing a victory due to your opponent knocking themselves unconscious. You've won four matches in a row, I'm a woman who sticks to the statistics and facts and I'll state that is impressive. It doesn't justify your approach to dealing with an athlete of my quality and presence. I don't acknowledge my mistakes for I have made very little, and then I step a foot out of line I quickly reverse and re-illustrate such a miscommunication. Why on earth would I pinpoint myself as the cause of my firing, when I was not the individual with their hand upon the trigger. If the only matter you managed to extract from the closing stages of Empire is the fact I am not at fault for my firing, then I must insist you avert your optics to the first thing I stated within this paragraph. I am attempting to prove that it goes far beyond the matter that I was simply fired. The brand that you are currently performing on is ran with hands of evil, malevolence and greed. Backstage politics decide who is rewarded with what, and if another person who has accomplished and achieved more, is punished purely to the fact they don't greet you with a bright smile and compassionate eyes. You don't understand what it is like to fit in my shoes, I am the definition of what it means to be hated. People go out of their way to conspire against me, either out of spite or jealously, out of darkness and incompetence. My superiority doesn't rub out the moment I am not on the card, throughout the seventy days I was fired people could not stop muttering my name as if I am a villain in a fantasy movie. I am a force of dominance that cannot be hunted. A woman who contains so much athletic excellence and legitimate ability, I cannot be conquered within the ring so people resort to spreading lies about my name and disparage my words. I can easily criticise myself, I damaged my reputation on Dynasty, I've fallen to names such as Jacob Moore and Veena Adams, yet this perception that differentiates my tone from the rest of the women on this brand does not dissipate. I am a different breed, you might not consider me the best wrestler you've ever laid eyes upon, neither will you consider me as the biggest challenge you'll face during your, I can presume tenured stay upon Thursday Nights. But there is a reason why you're in the main event this week. As I stated, I don't believe in coincidence or chance, allow me to reveal to you that your victory, attained by your opponent literally knocking them out due to how draining, uninspiring and archaic your edgy girl, fishnet wearing act is, is not the reason you are the main event. I am the reason you are the main event. My name holds more prestige and validation than you could ever imagine to pertain from now to twenty years into the future. Instead of holding your own opinions of me, allow me to stick one right into your rib cage, ask yourself why, despite the fact I am universally slandered and despised, am I sharing your stage this upcoming Thursday. Perhaps instead of labelling me as overzealous and categorising me within the same list as Aria Jaxon, you could attempt to differentiate us and leave the reiterating to fall upon deaf ears. My speech on Empire was a warning, not a whine, those who brought knifes to a wrestling match shall be massacred with their own weapons. My ability to maintain a fair approach to this industry has dispersed. The one thing that held me back from eradicating this world of the rats that scatter across the floorboards, and the snakes that lie beneath it no longer stands as a barrier, as a matter of fact, I have rolled such into a cylinder and shall use it to pierce my opposition within their chests, before lifting them above my head, and drilling their carcasses into the mat with a Sherplex. You wouldn't know about my capabilities, you've been paramount here for such a little amount of time. You're slithering betwixt the ropes with someone who will dominate you physically and mentally. As individuals enter against me, their bodies grow cold from the ice that glares into their own optics. The pressure of delivering becomes too much, they crumble through a systematic demolition performed by a revolutionist who wishes for all to touch her level, and not dream of it. Perhaps my statements don't mean much to you Chelsea, I mean why would they? You're a generic bore, who believes wearing a skirt an inch too small is going to drive her to a Women's World Championship match. Slander my approach to Empire all you wish, don't let the shock of me dismantling your words through athletic superiority bring your defeated body to irrelevancy. It really stuns me that yet again I have to refer to this point, and I must sarcastically apologise with as little sincerity within my voice as I state those words, but your analysis of every sentence I stated the previous night just brings me to absolute, unrivalled depression. You speak of the Vixens Division as if you were the primary star of it, when the truth is you would have little to no idea. I'll tell you the reason why I am the Last Vixen, for I revolutionised female athletic wrestling through my superior lifestyle. The moment I lashed my signature across the contract presented in front of me, the landscape and tectonic plates above and below this industry shattered and restructured. I am an engineer of change, be it outside or inside of a ring, I elevate those around me without hesitation and those who breathe the same air as I have a fresh outlook on life. For the small minority who can perceive and acknowledge German Efficiency, it is truly perfection. Feel free to use my list of accomplishments to validate that previous sentence. All the other Vixens did not die out, I slaughtered them. I brought the sharpened point of my fingernail and drew it across their throats, hell, in my first match I slit Alexis Diemos' throat to the point she was scarred for life. I was the first woman to disparage the Vixens era. I stated to the world it was bygone, archaic, a little like your personality and dress sense. I fought and battled the likes of Cameron Ella Ava, the Heart Break Gal, Madison Kaline. I toppled Kendra Shamez at Pain For Pride in an attempt to validate my superior lifestyle. I am the spark of the revolution, I am the woman who brought an end to the Vixens era. It died the moment I cashed in my Vixens Cup, and sure I wasn't the inaugural champion of the Women's World Champion, my hands have never touched the surface of the belt once, but do you really think it would even exist, do you believe Empire would exist if I had not signed my name across an Elite Answers Wrestling contract? If Sheridan Elsa Müller had never touched this unfortunate continent, this division would have spent the last year complaining that Kendra Shamez and Tarah Nova are too good and protected. I am the woman who killed a division to raise another, and now, I will bring an end to the efficient era, and revert back to a time where our champions were not under quarantine or knocking themselves into a concussion against an announcers table. I am not the last of a dying breed, I am the first of a new flame, a new dawn that I shall not rest or steer from until those around me are either influenced or are forced into place. I think you severely underestimate what it means to be a Vixen, I truly do. The Women's division has brought me nothing but a firing and being forced to another brand. You have the inaugural champion fired, the champion after her running for Voltage. Correct me if I am wrong, but more established females have left Empire in eleven months than had left the latter three years of the Vixens Division. Imperialism took my culture, my lifestyle, and suppressed it. I cannot perform on a platform that is enhanced and supported by stained blocks and wooden planks. As I clench a fist, I feel my nails dig into the softness of my palm in pure frustration, my cranium shakes with anger until muscles press against my skin tense and faltered. You yet again validate my point on being incapable of assessing me. You just stated I was a Vixen when I competed on Voltage and Dynasty. Absolutely incorrect. I brought German Efficiency from Empire after it had peaked week after week, I engineered a path of salvation away from the ruins of the Cailin Dillon era, and ventured out witih delightful bliss, and Elite Answers Wrestling rejected German Efficiency. They don't want athletic excellence, neither do they want competitiveness to be held to paramount. Theatrics and narrative fuels the engine, that allows management to hand-pick and formulate regardless of who has worked the hardest. It's about a look, not about skill, you only have to reference my time on Dynasty to acknowledge such a statement with justification. I am fuelled with vindication and vengeance, I fought the entire world with the superior lifestyle, and those who I wished to convey and elevate betrayed me. When you state I thrived in the Vixens division, that is because I was the differentiation, I was the cog, the key, that ignited a change and emerged through the ashes into a new age. You might consider my new form archaic, but the Last Vixen disagrees, and I'll happily demonstrate why when you and I stand across from one another in the ring. You'll see the emotion within my eye slowly fade, as ice runs through my system like gasoline through a machine, as a smirk falls from my cherry lips, replaced with an expression unrivalled in the darkest of nightmares. I wish things were like they used to be, where I could educate and bring you to unparalleled heights through the art of wrestling. But as I state this, my passion for the business is dead, I was punished for attempting to bring a positive change, so as flames burn against the velvet smooth skin I possess, I relinquish German Efficiency to the waters below, and blaze into a new chapter of my life with expectations and confidence. I am the Last Vixen, no imperialism or xenophobia shall knock my stance. I now disregard what previously held me back and I enter a war against malicious hands with boots of toughness and the heart of a lioness. I thirst for validation and shall massacre and annihilate those who stand betwixt me and the championship I need to restore fairness to the world. I feel the pillars structured beneath me burning to a crisp, and as I fall into a pit of bleak jet blackness, my first responsibility is to assure that you fall with me. ''

'' People hate me for my bluntness. They fantasise and thrive in a world fuelled by back-stabbing and malevolence, where the water runs black and their food is served with a side of gossip and aggression. As I said previously, I am a woman who thrives on analytics and field of vision. If I spot an injustice I will attack the perpetrator, if I feel wronged against I call out those who have wronged me, and those responsible for my extradition from Elite Answers Wrestling, I will counter with twice the force of trauma, and press my leather boots against their necks until breathe fails to reach past their lungs, bringing their bodies into a stage of vanquished irrelevancy. Of course people are jealous of me, you stated it yourself. I repeated the same thing over and over, and yet I was the woman who brought the most successful era of female history in this business to colour. German Efficiency is the reason the Women's World Championship exists, it is the reason Empire exists, and from an honest perspective, you're signing is probably due to it. Be it my stunning, European looks, with golden hair and red lips, blue eyes that are captivating and hold. Or be it my superior intellect, my ability to assess and strategies and manipulative, to converse without fear or tremble. Slaughter my lifestyle all you wish, it has accomplished more for me than anything you have stated or said. Your words have brought me to the point I have to apply moisturiser to my skin and hydration to my lips purely due to how dry and generic your insults are. Oh, Sheridan says German Efficiency a lot! That will make her stomach turn with bruises. I roll my eyes at you, no, I roll my neck upon my shoulders and sigh. It's ever so hypocritical when you sit there, with an edgy apparel that has existed since the nineties, and state that I'm living in the past and I repeat myself. I usually like to offer rationalisation to most of the points I attribute but this one speaks for itself. I admit I made an error and misjudgement when I believed German Efficiency and moving it away from Empire was a correct decision and I suffered for it, I have little retaliation for admitting I make mistakes, that I have failed at parts of my career. If I could reverse the entirety of this year, I would do so without a second thought. But then I consider toughness, then I consider that, I have survived that very few people in this business could ever compare to. I have endured an entire year of being mistreated, humbled, exposed, humiliated, insulted, instigated, and I still stand with my legs solid and in the main event of Thursday Night Empire. I'm not insecure, I'm as confident as ever, I took my personality and amplified it against those who groaned and bitched whenever I opened my mouth. I am a Vixen on a mission, a survivor, a fighter. The first of a new wave, the last within the moonlight. Ember crackles with every step I take, emotions now run with ice and a deadly mixture forms within my bloodline. The only thing that is on the line this coming Empire is our bodies. Outside matters play little cause within my mind. I am transitioning, no, transcending, to new heights and you're the name chosen to experience a new flavour of Sheridan Müller. You must feel so honoured to distribute and soak in this moment with me. I didn't mention you for there is little to say, I can't really pretend that I have your entire match history on a television set within my German home, and that I sat with a knitted sweater on, slippers enshrouding my feet and a bottle of red wine situated on the wooden table positioned at the side of my lounge chair, watching your entire collection. I am a woman who judges on face value, I validate your speech and then I embarrass you in the ring, whilst demonstrating and manoeuvring as I go. The pure statement of my name brings the world into fear. You can say Empire doesn't need me anymore, yet that is fallacious and the complete opposite of the truth. Without me Empire fell apart. Our Empress Of Elite is injured for nine months. People have been ran out of the division with pitchforks and grunts. Veterans have considered retirement purely due to the fact their influence, their shining light evaporated. There's a differentiation between surviving and thriving, and when you state Empire survived you're correct. It ate at scraps, it breathed in toxic air, and it suffered through miscommunication, the strings of the heart cutting, and blood exploding across the stage and onto the canvas. Consider me a surgeon, for I will mend this apparent mentality throwing itself around, bouncing from individual to individual, just as I engineered a future for females within this promotion, I shall restore it with a completely dissimilar attitude. I will bandage up the wounds suffered at the hands of imperialism, bring this invasion to an efficient end. I grow bored of attempting to salvage and care, the moment this brand is at a suitable level for me, I shall scorch the plains of those who let down the structure that I helped to establish. I am on a mission Chelsea, I'm aware you're only here to earn money and I really cannot be bothered to even get into how much arrogance I find in that very statement, how you ask question after question about my past, my present and my future, yet you fail to acknowledge that you even care about any of the three formers I just mentioned. The fact is this, I played engineer and nurse for this division for far too long, German Efficiency was a salvation that was thrown back in my face. Every positive step I made to establish this brand was rubbed out the moment the sole of my boot left its print. Every illustration, every match, stained from the moment my contract was terminated. I would be lying if I said I did not hurt, I poured passion and sweat into this promotion and was rewarded with arrogance, incompetence and stupidity. I am on a war path that little can attribute or relate to, the Vixens eminence brought me happiness and athletic excellence, I was blinded by the shadows of my own creativity to rationalise such. You boast that it's taken you four matches to reach the main event. It's taken me two weeks, and I had to suffer through a negative reaction to establish myself. And I'm not just talking about the people of Georgia booing me to the point I yawned. I was on the verge of death, a black marker, a grim reaper toiled over my carcass and considered ending my suffering. Each and every woman on this current roster turned their backs on the person who brought them the very brand that they are on. Our lovely general manager, who might I add is only stationary in such a role because she used to fuck the chairman, another individual who signed a warrant for death with my name, turned her back on me. I was left in irrelevancy, purgatory. Those closest to me didn't even consider my feelings, my muscles fell to despair and tears streamed from my eyes. There's not a feeling worse than having your heart torn from behind your rib cage, and the moment Elite Answers Wrestling failed the superior lifestyle and the personification of it, my heart pressed and broke against my rib cage, and I was left alone, in the cold, to fend for myself and restructure my reputation. You wouldn't know what it is like, you judge my past with such confidence, yet your ignorance blinds you from questioning anything past what others have illustrated about it. I don't state I was conspired against because people didn't like me, there's a fine line between not liking someone, and not saving them from assertive death. If I had been a weak-spirited woman I would be deceased now, if I had not had German Efficiency, I would be rotting. My superior lifestyle sacrificed itself for me, so that I could garner the strength and fire, to restore the venom that brought me such ferocious success within this industry, from the last breathe of German Efficiency, brought the first of the Last Vixen. Ice melts and is replaced with ember, it burns against the heels of my feet, the rotation of my wrist, the edges of my lips. The amount of frustration and energy I am going to supply into repeatedly conquering and dominating your form shall revitalise me to such a point. My hands twitch in anticipation for your throat, my fingernails wait to press into your larynx and drain you of every drop of blood circulating throughout your system. You are in the main event for I have a point to validate, I have to justify if I am all talk, or if I am willing to massacre and establish the Vixens era upon the peak of this division once again, I almost sympathise that you consider yourself a draw, as if one person will perhaps look away from my sculpted, sociopath form and even acknowledge you. The question that shall be illustrated into every newspaper, typed into every word document, shall regard and highlight my name. Continue to boast about how you drew Aria in, and then repent whilst I dominate your skeleton, bring you to your limits and then push past them without a care in the world. The thought of educating you through athletic ability brings a pulsating press against my brain. You're just a name for me to massacre Chelsea Crowe, nothing more, nothing less. I will embrace the light I once shunned, and without a consideration for your health, I will detriment and mischief your words, and leave you lying, sprawled, vanquished. As I stare up into the stars, pondering about your ability, the same thought keeps slithering back into my mind, forcing me to contemplate. I am the Last Vixen, words such as efficiency and revolution die the moment our stares match on Empire, this expressionless attitude dissipates, and unrivalled fire will find my system, scorch your skin, and accomplish me a victory whilst my boot presses against your skull. This is all about me, your streak ends whilst mine begins, your words fall into darkness and I'll be the hand to discompose you with them. Your momentum ends, a cry for blood ignites, and Sheridan Elsa Müller inaugurates a path to liberation, to setting things right, and I illustrate the first step the moment I abstract every opinion you hold of me and extinguish them out of consciousness. ''

"It is safe to say that Ironico and myself are feeling a little bit disappointed and down in the dumps following the result of our match at Road to Redemption. From the get go, it was clear to see that the two of us were the underdogs going into the match and on paper it only made sense that we were headed into an uphill battle. Despite our confidence and our best efforts, we’re here tonight licking our wounds instead of shining up those Tag Team Grand Prix trophies. That night, we were bested. We won’t be giving any excuses or complaints about it -- it simply just wasn’t our night. We took our loss like a bitter pill and swallowed it with our first pitty pint as a team for a chaser. The very first time that We Are The Bollocks have had to taste defeat. But with the Tag Team Grand Prix over and done, a lot of questions are left unanswered. Questions such as ‘Is this the end of We Are The Bollocks?’ Ever since this team was formed, we’ve been on a wild ride to say the very least. We’ve fought some really formidable teams, and we’ve bested all of them until we met defeat in the finals. We’ve had to face each other for the New Breed Championship as a true test of our friendship and when the dust settled we still stood together as a strong unit. To call it quits here would contradict the one thing we set out to do; become the EAW Tag Team Champions. And seeing as we don’t have those belts around our waists, I can assure every single patron of the WATB Tavern that we’re only just getting started. As far as I am concerned, second place means second in line for a shot after the High Rollerz and Di Consentes fight it out for the championships. In the meantime, we have to cement our place and hold it down. We need to start picking up some points in the win column to prove that we’re the next contenders, and this week we’re looking to earn a point in our favor against our opposition in the team of Ryan Wilson and Azreal.

I will admit to not knowing much about your collective stints on NEO, as I had essentially been removed from the brand to focus on my career here on Voltage. I will admit to not knowing who you’s have faced, what you’ve accomplished, or even how allegedly shit hot this feud with Alex Reynolds was that Wilson is so adamant about. What I do know is this; none of that matters here. Where the two of you find yourself now is a completely different proving grounds than the one you’ve been conditioned two on NEO, one where the hungriest of wolves have called their home. And you two are merely the newest runts of the litter. What I do know about the two of you though is anything but compliment worthy, both clinging onto gimmicks ripped from fan adored comic book characters. Unfortunately, being a piss-poor parody of a popular trend or character doesn’t migrate said popularity onto you. If nothing else, it becomes quite annoying. Look no further for an example than Ryan Wilson's use of social media -- to which he has been blocked over the last several months for not knowing when to keep a thought of his in his head instead of making it public. Not even half as entertaining as his source material Deadpool I am afraid, though about three times as annoying. Pretty much copy and paste the same statement about Azrael, plus some El Landerson levels of english butchery. Not sure how one takes the source material of the maniacal and otherwise ingenious character of The Joker and do an absolute one-eighty by presenting him to the complete opposite effect. Doesn’t even remotely strike as threatening, mostly just annoying. Collectively, I wouldn’t be surprised if the locker room tosses their bags out and force them to change in the halls until they get their act together. As much as Azrael would like to think I enjoy kicking around the newbies of EAW, he will sooner or later have to realise if you walk in acting like a jackass before you can even hang up your hat, you’ll be kicked out like a jackass at the door. As for you, Wilson, I took it as a personal challenge when you stated your intentions of one day taking this New Breed Championship from around my waist. I encourage as many people as possible to step up to the plate if they feel like giving it the ol’ college try and will accept the challenge with no complaints. But I feel like I should give you a bit of a fair warning before you get ahead of yourself; you are far from ready. If you feel like you can take this championship from me, the very least you can do is something to validate a claim to it. This lukewarm feud with Reynold simply doesn’t cut it. Hell, even put up a fighting chance against Ironico and myself this week and even I will consider that to be enough to at least put your name on the list. If you challenge me with this headstrong mentality like you have the tendency to do, I can assure you the result will be as one sided as they come.

If this match is nothing else, it is an effective way to put We Are The Bollocks in the shoes of Di Concenties by wrestling against the team they easily dispatched in the first round in the Tag Team Grand Prix and comparing performances. Not to sully your first night on the brand lads, but you’re mere foundation for the reestablishing of the WATB’s credibility, a launching pad for our claims at the Tag Team Championships. These fans want to see the continuation of WATB, and they’ll be getting it for as long as it takes to become the Tag Team Champions. The T2GP might be over, but We Are The Bollocks are still alive and kicking!"

'' In the space of seventy days I have overturned and invalidated the dissimilar revolution occurring within the floorboards of this promotion. My perception within the eyes of each and every individual competing across the four brands under the Elite Answers Wrestling banner has realised and witnessed a revolution. I have abrogated a sinister attack, outmanoeuvred all who opposed me through determination, toughness and drive, before restoring my immaculate, sculpted image as one of the most brilliant athletes this continent has ever had the pleasure to lay their inferior eyes upon. Within a fifth of a year, my resemblance has transitioned from being the most despised female in American history and an unchallenged favourite to win bust of the year, to being the main attraction of two consecutive main events, and those higher than me, who orchestrated my initial firing, trembling at the very thought of pitching their tone and stating my name from their lips. I am a visionary, a revolutionist with intelligence asphyxiated against the pores of my skin, leaking like radiation from the blade of my shoulder to the heel of my foot. The rodents that infest the walls of this business have attempted to apprehend and out-muscle the predator, and their mouths fall agape when, weather they hold words within their system or an automatic rifle betwixt their fingers, I still rise like a phoenix from the ashes, ricochet their trigger fingers, and roll my head upon my shoulders with an emotionless expression falling upon my fair, cascading features whilst their attempts of crucifying me are rendered yet justified as useless and ineffectual. I am fully under the impression that the woman I am facing this coming Thursday, as well as the rest of the women upon Empire, would have taken their sunglasses, attached their backpacks, and hiked off of the brand if they were put through the challenges and barricades that I have smashed against. I have been punted from Empire twice within the same twelve months, my words have been twisted and my personality over-exaggerated for the benefits of theatrics. I have defied expectations, held a middle finger to imperialistic opinions attempting to hold me down and sedate my outlooks, and every sole wall that has been engineered in an attempt to prevent me from achieving my perfectionist vision, I have exploded with words of validation and athletic excellence that is unrivalled within a square, circular or six-sided ring. Sometimes I take a moment and reflect on all the words that have been written about me. Be it that I am an inhuman demoness, or an innocent victim of discrimination and xenophobia, or perhaps that I am too arrogant and ignorant to know the consequences of my actions, that my firing aligned with judicial murder. That my disposition of sullen and snarky, cunning and calculating with a heartless, aggressive temper, juxtaposed to this I have a pliable, quiet nature, that I am misunderstood and miscalculated. I stop and consider these words to myself, and it leads me to an indecisive conclusion. How can I be all these things at once, how can people have such contradiction statements to align with my name, to state with passion of love or hatred. Yet one thing about my living is never doubted. People may consider me a murderess, a bitch, or a black sheep, yet they never doubt my statements on injustice. I have the capabilities to eliminate right from wrong, I crash through waves and eradicate lies and slander to uncover an absolute. I have faced many challenges within my short professional wrestling career, yet it is as if my ability of losing is fantasy and hallucinatory. Kendra Shamez was the first female to have a problem with me. She returned specifically to target my superior lifestyle, she eradicated my plans of cashing in on the Specialists Championship and ridding the world of such an awful championship, which ultimately guided us to having a confrontation at Pain For Pride. The question I pose is, where is she now? How about Cailin Dillon, the woman, I say that enthused with sarcasm, who aligned herself with the OG Vixens, ditching her morals and twisting her heel against them until they were buried within the mud. She eliminated any remains of authority and personality from her carcass, the moment she turned her back on the superior lifestyle so that she could simply have an advantage. Yes, she defeated me for the inaugural Women's World Championship, but I pose the same question. Whilst I am the main event of Empire, a show which wouldn't be validated without my name sitting at the peak of the card, where is Cailin Dillon, where is Brody Sparks, where is Alexis Diemos. I can list a surprisingly long amount of people who have openly doubted my wrestling capabilities, the legitimacy of my personality, to even the way my accent sounds or how I dress myself, but my retaliation to all these individuals is how come I am still standing with confidence flowing within my system, and a fresh outlook on life and the problems that are running like toxins throughout the Empire ensemble. The moment my influence was suppressed on this show, was the moment that it began to go downhill. You remove the queen and the subjects fall into irrelevancy. The sun loses the rays that press warmth against our backs, the trees repress from their strong aesthetic, leaves falling elegantly against the concrete flooring. Empire is orchestrated with cuts upon the fingertips, and a shadow crawling against the skin. The dark age has truly fallen upon our brand, athletic excellence either fired, injured or untimely passing, I do not think it's a coincidence the moment that I am removed, green and yellow turns to black and blue, the temperatures decline and the talent fades. My elevation and arising supported those around me, my compassion and care for Empire was treated with disrespect, and my drive was punished when it should have been nurtured. People speak about the likes of Haruna Sakazaki, how she is unlucky and mistreated, the same words are applied to the likes of Madison Kaline, but the truth looming over their unfortunate situations is that nothing will compare to the torture and strain that me and my superior lifestyle was put through. Every positive was illustrated as a definitive negative. I am the reason Empire exists as a brand today, I was the figurehead and ace of the brand when it was initiated. My ideas and foundations laid the way for the path that it was constructed upon. I applied the finishing touches to every moment, every cornerstone. If you competed upon the first show I am the reason that such occurred, I completed my coronation as the visionary behind such a validation when I cashed in my Vixens Cup and crowned myself, resilient and irrepressible, as the last Vixens World Champion. I elevated each individual inside and outside of the wrestling ring. I brought an era of revolution, that very word emitted from my lips, staining the canvas with gloss far before the likes of Aria Jaxon and Cailin Dillon even considered to mutter and take credit for the spark that I ignited. I will not cease and rest until my name is combated and discussed with such force, I have not touched unparalleled heights for the entirety of this year, and my stomach grows with retribution whilst vengeance presses and drills against the temple of my cranium, like an irritant against my skin, or metal scratching against the armour of my skin. For all who held malevolence and bitterness against the conditions I instilled within the brand, I will bring down a massacre upon the wastelands you know scurry to with such force, I will not stop, your skin will flash blue, and blood will seep and run from your wrists without mercy. My arising and elevation was assassinated, conspired against and credited as a downfall juxtaposed to the truth that lies behind the doors to upper management. As the likes of our chairman and our general manager groan at the fact my name returns to their visage, they also place me at the top of the card which I can only address as everything but hypocritical. The extremity in which my lifestyle was extradited brings thoughts of nothing more than xenophobia. It brings rage and arrogance to new heights, replacing the limits I brought to myself with German Efficiency. I now embrace the situations that I did not maintain once before, as anger and emotion resonates throughout my skeleton, my thirst for retaliation and reprisal coruscates. The sole thing which held my form back from annihilating all who stood before me without hesitation has dissipated. With the death of German Efficiency comes the arrival of the Last Vixen. I will welcome the conditions I once frustrated against. Empire is my frozen wasteland and the carcasses I will slaughter to justify those very words shall soon assemblage. Tyrannised, vanquished, lifeless and inefficient. ''

"Words ..."

"Words have failed me recently.  I have tried to move past this, to take this as another obstacle on the road, something to be overcome ... but it just seems that those words are but wind now, and not even strong enough to stir a breeze.  I remember the hands that touched my shoulder when life was dark and the voices that said, 'Follow us down a darker path and discover yourself.'  Now those hands are limp, those voices are silent.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder as i worked myself back into shape, honing my edge, and the voice that said, 'We are brothers, you and I, and we will take what should be ours together.'  His bones are broken, his voice lost, his place gone.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder as I grasped for new heights, and her voice said, 'Brother, this is only the beginning for you; I look forward to seeing you soar higher.'  Now, that spark has been taken far from me, and I hear her voice no more.  I remember the hand that touched my shoulder when it was time to affect change on a broken system, and the voice that said, 'Brother, I will stand by your side and together we shall triumph.'  My side is empty now and triumph seems so far away.  Eclipse Diemos, Alexis Diemos, Maero, Brody Sparks, Solomon Caine.  Some fell victim to their own hubris.  Some fell victim to circumstances.  Some were taken away by the cruelty of life.  And some just walked away.  For the first time in ages, I am truly alone."

"I had sought a better brand.  I sought to cement myself as a rising star, make good on the confidence that I felt.  But it just all seems so silly now.  Like waking from a dream ... all the logic that seemed to make sense while you're asleep ... cracks and breaks as soon as daylight hits it. What do I care about small and petty men like Kenny Drake?  Where is the meaning in battle anymore?  I felt it within my family, but now ... that family is gone.  And not scattered across the different brands, where we could each take root, grow, and bear our own twisted fruit.  No, we're gone.  Almost erased from existence.  Banished from the company.  Left of their own accord.  Or ... passed on."

"I lived with these people, fought with them, bled with them, laughed and cried.  Maybe some of them were monsters, maybe I didn't always agree with them, but as a family you're supposed to stick together.  A family is supposed to band together ... right?  So why am I the only one left?  Where do I have to go now?"

"It's funny.  It's funny that the only other person that's left from Nightmare is the one that I'm facing Sunday, Jon McAdams.  Yes, you were a part of Nightmare, and you have stated that you share ideals and purposes with us.  But you were never really family, were you?  I believe that we've fought against each other more often than we've fought beside each other, haven't we?  No, this wasn't a family that you wanted to join.  You wanted power.  You wanted leverage.  You wanted knowledge.  You wanted to see the secret of the strength that lay within the Sanatorium.  Well, now the door's thrown open wide and that secret is laid out bare ... naught but sawdust and sealing wax.  I have no doubt that you're quite disappointed.  You must be thinking, 'What a fruitless business venture.'  Meanwhile, I sit here, my heart torn from my chest, the most important thing to me has been lost.  The matches mean nothing.  The title means nothing.  That which mattered most to me was the family.  And now ... now the family is nothing.  I don't ... I don't care that I'm facing you again.  I once spoke of you as someone who could help me elevate my craft.  But now, there's nothing left to elevate.  I don't care about that anymore.  You're not my brother.  You're not my rival.  You're nothing more to me other than a conduit to vent this anger and sadness that dwells within me.  Someone to hurt like I hurt right now."

"Did you see this is your grand plan, Eclipse?  Did you honestly think that your transgressions would never catch up to you?  It's your fault that this family has fallen to pieces.  It was you that built your house on the shifting sands.  It was you that caused us to fall.  I'm not guiltless in this.  I did not care to notice that you were steering us into the oncoming storm.  Now, your house is left to rubble, your name is in disgrace, and I am left alone, abandoned and orphaned once again.  I've come here, day after day, trying to find the words that I needed to say to you.  But day after day, the words won't come.  The anger fades quickly, and all that's left is the numbing nothingness of apathy.  The cold chill of oblivion.  I don't know where I go from here.  I don't care.  All I know is that 'here' is a place that I need to get away from. So ..."

"Farewell, Eclipse.  See you in hell."

"Farewell, Solomon.  I hope you find your path."

Farewell, Brody.  You were better than we deserved."

"The day I put my signature on the dotted line, I was told that I have a bright future ahead of me as long as I persevere through the toughest of times and rival the toughest of challenges. Tarah Nova herself told me from the very beginning that she would not hold my hand when it comes to fighting on Empire, she wouldn’t hand me anything that I haven’t earned and she has promised me that knowing I wouldn’t have it any other way. She told me once I have found my place in the Empire, I would run roughshod through it if I kept honing my craft and learning from my defeats, my challenges and my rivals. And to stand across the ring from you, April, is a testament in its own right to how dedicated I am to my growth. I could be opening the shows, fighting the newest talents to also sign up for the proving grounds of Empire, but instead, I am fighting for a shot at a title that has made the legacy of many of the greats on Empire; yourself included. And I know it is going to be a challenge, I would be foolish to think otherwise. I am well aware I am raising my fists against an opponent from a higher weight class than me, someone who can probably even best me on their worst day. But I have to believe that on my best day I can still defeat someone of your calibre. I am not here to participate, I am here to take over one step at a time. What drives me is standing across the ring from opponents like yourself, to see where I measure up, where I can improve and how much stronger I will have to become to get there. I don’t have the arrogance to call myself a champion, or an empress, heck I won’t even dare call myself one of the best on Empire. I will earn the right to call myself any of those things once I have accomplished all the things that I need to do in order to do such. And it won’t be easy, and this match symbolises that greatly. Having to be chain-linked to someone who has been a consistent thorn in my side is one challenge stand alone, but having to try and fend you off and even defeat you is another challenge entirely. You were built for this line of work, you were disciplined and trained to exchange punches with the best of them and that is credit I can never take away from you. I, on the other hand, have been told I would accomplish nothing. I would never become a professional wrestler, I’d never become someone of importance. Well, so far I can say I am doing pretty darn good for myself. I had to scratch and claw to be here but I am standing in an EAW ring fighting some of the best female wrestlers on the planet and I don’t intend to stop there. I intend to be someone to invest in, to become one of the very best on Empire no matter how long that will take.

I respect you April. I respect you as a competitor. But to me, you’re merely a hurdle that I must jump over to keep running through the course of EAW until the next hurdle comes along. That is not to discredit you as an opponent, as you’re a tall hurdle I have to leap over, but I am confident that I can despite the dead weight that I must carry in the form of Megan Raine. So if you take any words of mine into consideration, let them be these words -- don’t count me out because of the gap in experience. Do not proclaim me defeated before the bell even rings. I have the world to prove and proving myself to the likes of you is going to be the driving force that helps me become the future of this brand because that is what drives me most. It is Sydney versus the World and I am not backing down to anyone, not Megan Raine, not April Song, not Chelsea Crowe or Revy, not even Ms Aria Jaxon herself. I came here with one simple goal; prove to the world that Sydney St. Clair can make it. And I won’t stop until I have reached that goal. If you are to beat me this week, April, it won’t be a fight you will win with ease. I will be giving you everything I got, even if I am weighed down by the weight of a blonde bimbo narcissist. I will be throwing everything I have at you and I won’t go down until I am laying across your unconscious body and have my hand raised after it is all said and done. That is my promise to you; you will have to give me everything you’ve got to keep me down!

As far as Megan Raine goes, her expecting me to remain quiet must disappoint her. Because you’ve been brushing me off since the very beginning, you’re also one of the people I want to prove wrong also. I have made the mistake of calling you an ally in the past, I made the mistake of thinking you could be gracious in defeat before, and both times you have hurt me both emotionally and physically. I have beaten you once, but that only redeemed one failure on my part. This week I will redeem myself again by making sure the contendership to the Specialists Championship doesn’t fall into your hands. Because for me, even if I can’t walk away with the Specialists Championship opportunity myself, at least redemption will be at arm's reach the entire time. I am more than confident that I can give April a run for her money, even if I have to drag your unconscious self around as I do so. This match isn’t just to accomplish a future goal, it is also to rectify a past mistake. If you have nothing to say about me, that is perfectly fine. If you don’t find me as a threat to you this match, that is also perfectly fine. But just know if I am not walking out with the contendership to my name, I will be doing all in my power to make sure it won’t be in your name either."

Showdown Promo 1 – The Pillar Remains

“The Final Sacrifice has been made.”

Those words echoed, not just around Ryan's head, but off of each locker in the barren room. He looked to Soledad as she stood by him, her gaze focussed down at him as he sank into his seat. The only thing between them was the sweat upon the Zeitgeist's skin, and the Openweight Championship, which was clasped between Ryan's fingers – both brandishing dried blood. Not his own, though.

“Indeed.”

They both looked down at the belt, the 'prize' that neither of them had trusted. That both of them wanted to get rid of in order to move on.

“The curse won't be with you for much longer.”

A low, deep hum of acknowledgement escaped Ryan, and following that was a moment of quiet. Then he spoke once more. “Soon, I will ascend.”

“Or you'll descend.” It was almost reactionary, the way Soledad said it. As if she hadn't meant it. Though it didn't earn much of anything from the Zeitgeist. Except another, much more tense moment of silence, of suffocating quiet. Then, she added, “I don't want that, Ryan.”

“Enough.” He stood, eyes going to his wife. She looked back into them, and saw within them a layer of darkness. “Now is not the time to be speaking about such things. There is still much to be done – things to be taken care of. Let me focus.”

A pause. Eye contact broke as Soledad looked down. “Fine.”

She expected him to walk away, to create distance. Yet, she could still feel Ryan's eyes on her. And then she felt a hand upon her shoulder, accompanied by warm breath against the side of her face.

“Do not worry. I will not fall, and I shall never fail like I once did. Not again.”

We cut to black, and then fade into a new scene. Ryan towers over a small TV, the both of them being the only two things in the dimly-lit room. On the screen, his match with Prince of Phenomenal plays, muted. No, it isn't this week's match – this TV can't see into the future. It is their past match, the one the Prince so desperately wishes to ignore. Ryan's gaze goes from the screen to the camera, and he begins to speak.

Here I find myself, on a path to a grand prize that solidifies the influence of anyone that holds it. I defeated all three sacrifices, I have endured the curse of the Openweight title thus far as I jumped over the obstacles it had set before me, and soon I will reach the position of power I deserve. I have come out of these trials a stronger man, a more resolute force to be reckoned with. And now, before I fight for my rightful recognition, I must fight those who attempt to halt my progress.

One of those people is Prince of Phenomenal, a man I have beaten before. Though, according to him, we've never met before. I am not surprised he wishes to forget our first encounter, considering he suffered a crushing defeat in what was supposed to be his match. He is a man who presented barely-there arguments when he tried to make his big comeback against me, and a man who soon disappeared after I had defeated him. But of course, he came back in time to steal the National Elite Championship, during the time when I was occupied with other issues. Unfortunately for him, he is in my sights yet again, and I do not plan on allowing him the revenge he will most likely want – when he comes to terms with the loss I dealt him months prior. He has spoken in the past about how he wishes to make every doubter a believer, but he will never make a believer out of me. And when Showdown is over, there will be many believers that he will have to reconvert.

Ryan lets out a laugh, one that reverberates around the room.

How hilarious that you mention memory loss, when you yourself have completely forgotten our previous match. But I shall remind you when you step into the ring with me and realise I am not a joke as you have just said. I remember back during our first encounter, when you dismissed me so effortlessly. You attempted to use your status as a veteran to argue that I meant nothing. You truly believed that I would lie down and let you return to widespread fanfare. That failed. You were wrong in so many ways, and your naivety to my actual skill left you with a loss in your return match. Considering your status as National Elite Champion, I expect some shift has happened since then, but I am not going to entirely expect it. Hopefully, you've learned from that loss, and you will try to adapt to give me a real fight, because you certainly have a lot to make up for from our previous match.

But enough of the past, let us look to the present. Let us look to ourselves now, and marvel at the evidence that suggests no matter how much time passes, I shall overcome you once again. Though we will not have to look too far. Just at Road to Redemption 11, I knocked out a competitor who had more fight than you did when we last fought. I knocked her out cold. I have retired CM Banks, a man who surpasses you in terms of career achievements. And I am now in the spot you wish to be in once more: a prime contender for the EAW World Championship. As the unable fall, the fresh faces take their place, and that is what has happened here. You were unable to claim that title, and now it is my turn. This week on Showdown, I shall show you why I am in this position, and why you couldn't make good of it when you were here.

You believe me to be nothing special? Then what does that make you? Going by your logic, you lost to a joke, meaning you must be lesser than me. You are not a prince, you are barely even a jester – because a jester is supposed to be entertaining. You are just irritating. Am I not cut out for this? My opportunity at the EAW World Championship says otherwise. My championship reign speaks for itself. My strength and my absolute destruction of opponents with far more challenging arguments and stronger wills proves you wrong.

Slamming a fist down on the TV, Ryan watches as the screen glitches for a moment before returning to normal. Back to the Ryan Marx of the past beating the Prince of Phenomenal of old.

This week, when I saw you were my opponent, I struggled for what to say – not because you leave me speechless, but because you have not changed since our last encounter. You are still dismissing me because of your Hall of Fame status, only this time it has far more serious repercussions. For I have defeated you before, and no matter how much you wish to deny it or ignore our match, it happened. It is in the history books, for all to marvel and grimace at. Ryan Marx defeated Prince of Phenomenal. Let that sink in before you call me a “joke”, before you say that I am “not cut out for this”, and before you make the bold assumption that this will be a walk in the park. It wasn't easy for you last time, so what makes you think it will be now? Especially with even more ignorance than you displayed in our last battle.

I hope you try again...or perhaps it is best not to. You've made a complete fool out of yourself, and if I were you, I wouldn't speak again. Hopefully, you have developed in terms of your in-ring ability, otherwise this will be a definite repeat of our last match. So do better, because you may be treating this as an exhibition match, but I do not intend on letting you walk out of that ring this Saturday – at least not on your own.

As the TV screen displays the finish to Ryan and the Prince's last encounter, with Ryan pinning him, the scene fades to black.

When did Azumi Goto turn into Donald Trump?

“But, Cameron did this.”

Azumi, you are just like every Donald Trump supporter who tends to point out the flaws of other people to get the heat off them.

“There are people in this very company who have a god complex, those who try to end careers, attempt murder and attempt to kill this company!”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Who has ever accomplished at trying to end someone’s career? Who has attempted murder? Who wanted to kill EAW? Once again, Azumi Goto is brought up total bullshit without having any facts backing her up. I don’t understand how any of the things you mention JUSTIFY using someone’s death to get under someone’s skin? You're saying that it’s alright to use Brody Sparks’ name in vain because everyone else has done something bad? Honestly, you could have fucked off with the Brody comment. You could have shut your mouth, but the fact that you didn’t just say how much of a shitty person you are in general. When Extreme Enigma passed away, there not one single person who used his name in vain. Why? Anyone who had the balls to talk down on Extreme Enigma would get fired in a heartbeat. I mean, it’s common curiosity not to talk badly of the dead. That is something you lack along with talent. Something that you lack along with the ability to cut a decent promo with facts and evidence. If you had to use someone’s death as a tactic, then you’re a shitty person. I mean, there are so many ways to get under the skin of people that don’t require you talking about someone who recently passed away. Instead of upsetting Aria and making her lose hope, it pissed her off. It pushed her to pin you in the middle of that ring.

“Your very twin has a Goddess Complex and  AND yet I’m called out for using tactics in a match of all things?!”--Azumi Goto, 2017

What does Cameron have to do with anything? Yes, Cameron is a bitch. She does manage to get under people’s skin, but even she is smart enough to know that certain things should never be said. You don’t see Cameron using someone’s passing to help get under the skin of people. Nah, she can get under your skin with just saying your name. What tactics did The OGs use on their opponents? Besides the number’s advantage, there is nothing you have in that argument, Azumi. It’s not like they went around the locker room bullying the other women. Nah, The OGs took their place on the top of Empire, and it was survival for them to remain on top. That’s all The OGs ever was. The exaggeration of the “tactics” Cameron did is beyond ridiculous because they were not as controversial as the one you used against Aria Jaxon during your match.

“Let’s talk about you for a second, someone who finished her first reign by losing in first defense.”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Do you want to know who also lost in their first title defense? Aria Jaxon, Stephanie Matsuda, and yet, they could still kick your ass in less than ten seconds. When I stated that I would get the Specialists Championship back, I meant it. Look at my shoulder now; it seems like I kept my word unlike you. I mean, should we talk about you losing your first championship match against Aria Jaxon? Should we talk about you being responsible for having Haruna being slaughtered by the High Rollerz for the Unified Tag Team Championships? Should we talk about how you once again lose to Aria at Road to Redemption? And you want to shit on me for losing on her first title defense? That’s kinda pathetic to be quite honest.

“If you’re so much better than me, why aren’t you challenging Aria Jaxon for the Women’s Title? Oh right because you’re doing your little tribute of a title reign. It’s slowly going to make the specialist title even more IRRELEVANT. Continue to pay tribute to Empire’s past, because just won’t make a dent in the wrestling machine that is Azumi Goto.”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Ladies and Gentleman, Azumi Goto, is now the Lucas Johnson of Empire! Give her a round of applause. You just buried the Specialists Championship, a championship you couldn’t even win if you ever got the opportunity to chase after it. Just like your two pathetic attempts at trying to dethrone Aria. Just like Lucas, it might be time for you to step off your high horse and go back down where you belong. Not in the Specialists Championship picture, Nah. You can’t even hold a candle to me in the ring. How about you go back and try to face talent within your level. I’m talking about Yasmin Hyland, Scarlet and Daisy Thrash. The idea that you think that you can in ANY title picture on Empire is quite laughable, and you better stop it before you break someone’s ribs. 

“How many weapon shots do you think I took at Road To Redemption?”--Azumi Goto, 2017

Wow, Azumi! You are such an inspiration! You took weapon shots at Road to Redemption! You suffered the consequences of what the Extreme Elimination Chamber is all about! That’s not anything that ANY other brand has done. Oh no! No one took the most ass beatings at Road to Redemption other than Azumi!

(“Gaston” song tone)

Yes, I can sing too. Not well, but I think you get the idea. Quick reminder, don’t bring up my sister to try to prove a point. You’ll always end up looking like a dumbass. Oh, wait, too late.

"In the short amount of time that I have been here on the brand of Empire, the foundation has changed drastically. Many of the staple names that have carried the brands to new height have in one way or another left us. Some of them have been by choice. Others in shame of wronging their fellow elitists. And another taken from us too soon in a tragic event that has shaken up the company as a whole. But we must fight on. We must fight on as the future of the women's wrestling world to not waste what they have started and make Empire a standout brand amongst the rest! And for women like me -- the young lionesses who want to make a name for themselves to one day become one of the brand staples, now more so than ever it is time for us to step up and prove our worth. It’s time for us to prove to not only ourselves, but to the world that despite the setbacks we have been met with we’re going to march on and make the progress we have to and be the change we want to see. And for myself, this week is the time to become that change. The Specialists Championship was held by many of the staple names that have left us, including our late Brody Sparks. It has been a championship that has proven the growth of the women of Empire as most of them have gone on to become some of the best wrestlers the company has ever seen. And despite what many have said about me since Tarah Nova introduced me to the Elite Answers Wrestling world, I don’t want anything handed to me, I want to earn every victory and every opportunity that presents itself to me and this week I have to do that with possibly one of the biggest handicaps any wrestler on the brand has had to have. Megan Raine has been bound to me my whole career thus far, haven’t been able to have a single match without her participation since I first stepped into the door. And now, not only is she figuratively handcuffed to me, this week I have to win a Triple Threat match with her literally chained to my wrist. I am not sure what kind of social experiment this is supposed to be, nor do I know why the person who came up with this idea decided it was a fitting punishment for Megan and myself, but if nothing else this will test me. Even if I have to carry Megan around like dead weight, I will do everything in my power to crawl on and do my very best to earn that Specialist Championship match. I have had trouble finding myself, finding what can separate me from your run of the mill new girl on the block, and a victory despite the situation may be exactly what I need to find who exactly Sydney St. Clair is.

What can I say about Megan that I haven’t said already? From the very moment I was introduced to this company, Megan was the woman that was lined up in front of me and presented to me as someone who could help me grow as a competitor. If only I knew how true that statement would be at that time. Although not in the way that was intended. Someone who I thought was meant to be an allie turned out to be a backstabber and manipulator that cared about nothing else but raising her own profile by hook or by crook. She helped me grow as a competitor by showing me the true nature of the beast, that it’s a dog eat dog world and that only those who are strong of will can survive. The past month and few weeks passed have been a test of my will as every corner I turn all I can see is Megan Raine. In the opposing corner, lurking on the outside, getting twelve or so people to apply her make up and fit her attires, wrapping herself around the arm of our chairman, the list goes on. And the only thing I can hear when I am trying to find my inner piece is her motor mouth running, bragging and hyping herself up to no limit. So having her tied to my side is going to be a nightmare come true to say the very least. Despite all of that, I have to make the best of a bad situation and realise if Megan and I even stand a chance of winning this match, we have to coexist long enough to eliminate the third party before we can settle our personal score. As much as I hate to say it, we’ll have to work together if either of us want to become the number one contender for the Specialists Championship. And we’ve proven in past that when we coexist we can get the job done. Hostility will just have to wait until the handcuffs are off, then we can go back to tearing each other to pieces.

We can’t forget about the third party that brings the biggest threat to the equation; April Song. It’s safe to say when it comes to a situation like this one, April holds all the tools she needs to win this match, and the handicap of her opposition all but solidifies an easy night for her. She’s a tough, strong and determined woman and is toeing the line between the Specialists Championship and being the next top contender to Aria Jaxon. But if she honestly thinks she’s the only women willing to push themselves past expectations, she is sorely mistaken. Because as concerned as she is about the future flag bearers of Empire, standing in front of her this week is someone who is willing to take the flag by force and raise it at the very top. Now, that might be easy to say as someone who has had only a handful of matches since joining, but for it to be true it has to be tested and if April thinks she’s the one to carry the future of the brand on her shoulders, she needs to test that theory herself against the very future she hopes to carry. It all comes down to take and give, and I don’t plan on giving an inch when it comes to becoming a champion. I might be young, green and rough around the edges, but when it comes to pure heart and will-power I am second to none. Yourself included. If it means I have to coexist with a woman who goes out of her way to make my living hell, then so be it. There isn’t an odd that can deter me from being the next rising star of Empire like the Specialists Champions who have come before me, and that includes yourself."