(The camera fades into Jack Ripley at the RAD Betting agency. Only this time, he has his wife, and he invited some neighbors for a good old cook out. HIs annoying bitch ass neighbor Ted won't leave him alone about stupid shit that Jack doesn't care about, he's toeing Interviewer territory here. You can tell that Jack is clearly annoyed based on his body language, and the way he keeps telling him to shut the fuck up, but he doesn't care, he keeps blabbing away. Jack is about to speak up for himself, good job Jack, let's listen in.)

Jack: SHUUUUUUUUTTTT UUUUUPPPPPPP! Oh my god I don't care. All I was calling you over here for was to impressive you with my meat, we're men, it's what we do. You come over here and make little comments like, "Oh those are coming along nicely". Or " Look at all that juice, we're all in for a treat tonight." Then I'd tell you that you're being weird and to get away from me, but noooooo, you had to go on and on about how little Susie just got her first period or some shit.. I wasn't really listening but I'm assuming that's what you're all proud about. Ted I hate you, you're the worst of the neighbors. Now I'm very disappointed in myself for inviting you over to watch my meat sizzle. Be gone. 

Ted: Isn't this a fire hazard anyways? 

Jack: How.. Sway? 

Ted: We're indoors. 

Jack: And?

Ted: That's a fire.

Jack: And?

Ted: Fires in buildings aren't.. good.

Jack: Wow, you're hitting me with all this basic knowledge, trying to impress me or some shit? Thinking that you can flash your big brain my way and think I'll all of a sudden change my mind on you TED! Well no cigar ya bish. 

Ted: Why did you invite me here.

Jack: BECAUSE I'M A NICE GUY YOU ASSHOLE. 

(Just then there's a knock on the door. Jack's wife goes to answer it.)

Jack: BAAAAAABEEEE NOOOOOOOOOO!!

(Jack already knew who it would be, but it was too late. She opened the door and recurring character in the tv series that is The High Rollerz life walks in. The Eurkele of EAW, The Interviewer.)

Interviewer: DID I DO THAAAAAT! HAHAHA get it guys?! 

Everyone: Ugh..

Interviewer: You guys are too slow to understand my genius humor, it's ok, I understand not many can keep up with my wit. 

Jack: OH MY GOD, IT'S MY NIGHTMARE. MY TWO LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD IN THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME, HOW WILL I SURVIVE THIS ENCOUNTER?!

Ted: You invited me...

Interviewer: It's ok Jack, I know my invite just got lost in the mail. 

Jack: First of all Ted, I invited your wife because she's friends with my wife. You are just a leach that likes to suck out all the fun that I bring. And Interviewer, I didn't need to give you an invite because I knew you'd already be here.

Interviewer: You know me all too well.

Jack: And that being said, I made you a cake.

Interviewer: A cake?! For me?!

Ted: Why does he get a cake? I want a cake.

Jack: God Damnit Ted you're 32 years old, act like it. 

Ted: 32 year olds can't like cake?

Jack: I'm going to tsst your nose like a dog if you don't stop talking.

Interviewer: Where's my cake.

Jack: Hold on

Ted: Why does he get a cake?

Jack: STOP IT..

Ted: I'm just saying it's not fair..

Interviewer: My favorite type of cake is Vanilla 

Jack: NO ONE CARES.. WIFE, GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

(Jacks wife comes over.)

Wife: What's the problem?

Jack: Ted's doing that thing again.

Wife: What?

Jack: Talking.

Wife: Damn it Ted, we talked about this, you're not allowed to talk to Jack because you give him migraines when you speak.

Interviewer: Yeah Ted, we don't need you here, this is a High Rollerz party only.

Jack: Sigh.. you're not.. Whatever... 

Ted: I was just saying how my daughter took her first steps, and I'm proud of her and being a father... What?

Wife: Oh my god you're such a douche.. What since we don't have kids you're going to shove it in our faces? News flash Ted, we don't want kids yet, and when we do, we're going to be twice the parents that you are! 

Jack: Yeah bitch

Wife: And by the way, your wife and I, talk shit behind your back. Mr. Minute Man

Interviewer: HA, you don't last long in bed.

Jack: Interviewer you sleep in a box behind the arenas we go to... But yes Ted is pathetic. God I'm in such a conundrum I hate both of you so much!

Ted: Fine... I'll go.

Jack: YAY!

Ted: I just have to find my wife.

Wife: Oh she's over there.

(Teds wife is grinding on some other guy)

Ted: Well that's unfortunate.. I guess I'll go myself then.

(Ted wallows away)

Jack: That's right you cuck, you take that depressing sight and walk away.

Interviewer: Now for my cake!

Jack: Oh yeah... Just this way.

(Jack leads Interviewer to the cake. The Interviewers eyes light up at the sight of this 6 ft tall cake. What's the occasion you ask? Is this a peace offering to the Interviewer for all the pain and torment he's been through with the High Rollerz all this time.. Naw, he's got something up his sleeve.. An Ace up his sleeve perhaps? Ha card joke, betting, and stuff)

Interviewer: Oh this looks good!

Jack: Good! Dig in!

(Interviewer dives head first into the cake, burrowing to the middle of it, he disappears)

Wife: Wait, I thought it was supposed to explode?

Jack: Naw, it's real.

Wife: But why?

Jack: Think of it this way, he hasn't seen a food that he wasn't able to eat.. In one sitting. This way he's going to eat 6 ft of cake, and get diabetes. He'll be out of our lives forever!

Wife: Ha, got him, good rib.

Jack: Thanks wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some fools to deal with.

Wife: Ok baby, I love you.

(Jacks wife kisses him, and gets back to the party.)

Jack: It was around this time last month that our most prized possessions were taken away from us. It has been around a month that my waist has been freezing cold. Look at my shit got icicles growing off it and shit. I'm looking the like Jack Frost and shit. I don't enjoy not being a champion, especially knowing that we're better than the team that holds them now. I know that must hit the ears wrong, and you might not believe what you just heard, but Ripley's believe it or not, I just said it. The Triumvirate aren't a tag team, they're just three people that were tossed together because they had nothing more to do in the singles division. They had no where else to go, so they decided to chase to gold and join the tag team division. They thought it was an easy route to power, and well, essentially they were somewhat right in there thinking. Not because they could easily beat the High Rollerz, no no. It was simply due to the fact that we beat everyone else, it was a wide open line to the front, and they got it. But seeing that there is three of them and they travel in a pack, they had to throw the other guy in it as well. Now I don't want to bitch and moan about it, but I'm going to bitch and moan about it. They got what they wanted, they're the cohesive team, they're the ones with World Titles to there names, they're the ones under one banner. While the High Rollerz tagged with a guy they barely knew and went to war with him. Fact of the matter is Triumvirate got exactly what they wanted, on there terms. They had the advantage from the start. While The High Rollerz that had carried this division for the past year, got shafted by the decision. Tell me, when was the last time the High Rollerz actually had the chance to make the decision on a match. Did we ever choose our opponents? No. Did we ever choose the stipulation? No. It's always been the other teams coming up to us, and saying what they wanted from it. I mean we had to face Stuffed Crust at Pain For Pride for gods sakes, and they chose what they stipulation was. How is that fair? Maybe it's because the powers that be knew that there was no way that they could beat us. That there was no way that the match could possibly challenging for us, so they tried to help them any way they could. It didn't work. Now flash forward to now, and we still get no pull around here after everything we did to keep this division a float. Sometimes it feels like it's The High Rollerz against the world, but it's cool, we're always up for a nice challenge. It's not like they have Tiberius backing them up this time, and we don't have Theron holding us down. This is the way we've wanted it from the start, a two vs two tag team match for the tag team titles... Hmm who would've thought, that a tag team match would be a tag team match? What a concept. This is a more traditional tag team match, and believe it or not that goes in our favor. We are the tag team purists, we are the ones that built a legacy around this division, we are the pristine name of the division. 

Let me ask everyone a question. What was the last tag team that actually made a name for themselves by coming into, and staying in EAW as a tag team? Any household names that can hold the distinction other than us? Not that I know of. How many tag teams do you know of that have come together, and stayed together through thick and thin? Just us again? See we're not some run of the mill tag team, we're a step above that. While everyone thinks us as just tag team specialists, it goes so much further than that. We're two main event talents, that just so happened to not care very much about singles accolades. But everyone looks down on us for that from what it looks like. No one can understand why we don't care about individual success. I mean no matter how many times we say why, the question is always raised. But if you have to ask, and you want an answer, just look at what we've built. Look at what we've become. Look at where we are. We are one of the most household names in EAW. We main event Showdowns, we main event FPV's, how many tag teams can say that? We're the ones breaking down barriers, we're the ones that are changing the perception on what the tag team division can be when people actually care about it. Now I look at the Triumvirate and I see two people that have just come together that don't actually care about the tag team. They didn't come into this division when it was booming, they came in it when we cleared everyone out. Now if they really wanted success, and they wanted to show everyone what they're about, and show that they're head, shoulders, knees, and toes above everyone, they would've joined when it was a two horse race. They can say that they're the best, and look down upon everyone that comes in contact with them, but the fact of the matter is they haven't done much. They still haven't beaten us in a tag team match before. Look at all the past Showdowns leading up to this FPV, you'll see the High Rollerz make the Triumvirate there own personal bitches, at every single turn. Come Road To Redemption that doesn't change. We're in EAW for one purpose, and those are the Tag Team Titles. We don't plan on leaving without them. 

Sometimes I feel like we're the only ones that actually care if this division lives or dies. It's clear to me that Lannister has completely lost interest in this whole team. Take a look at last week, and you'll see that he didn't even speak on the match. The motivation for them is way down, and I think they're starting to see that being Tag Team Champions really isn't what they wanted. They never wanted those titles, they just wanted to have the spotlight. Now that they're not in the main event, they're starting to reconsider there life choices. For them having the spotlight shined on someone else isn't an option. So to see Tiberius steer the ship, I'm sure that's not sitting well with them. The Triumvirate will fall apart, they will dissipate, they will die. They lack the desire that we do, they lack the grit that we do, they lack the intestinal fortitude to get back up after being knocked down. So once we do beat them at Road To Redemption, and they're not champions anymore, don't expect a rematch. They won't want one. So go on and do the same old thing you always do. Say the same shit you always say. Call us mongrels that don't even deserve to be in the ring with you. Tell us how we did everything against a weak division. Tell us that all the regular shit you say, because you never have any original thoughts. We've gotten the better of all of you this entire time, and Road To Redemption, it'll all catch up to you. 

(Interviewer emerges from the cake, gut overflowing from the pants.)

Interviewer: Oh that's some good cake *Burp*

Jack: You ruin everything...

(Camera fades to black)

If it takes walking into a wolves den to get what I want, then I am more than willing to get shredded.

Sometimes the best strategy is to simply have no plan and walk into someone else's trap leaving them to get tangled in all their complacency.

While I acknowledge and admire the concern by all my longtime friends and family entering this bout, I am a bit outraged by the lack of assurance of my skill this around. I have befallen to far more reduced levels than this in the past and risen up with the flow for no other than reason than the mere fact I could. The rival this time around, John Doe is a heathen with absolutely no morals and thus no compassion, yes but he is not invulnerable. I have touched his skin and confirmed his burden likewise to anyone else on this roster. I have also put him at disservice more than once already by not overthinking it by doing just enough to keep him on his edge. The lone mistake I have made on this renaissance and am willing to admit to is that I did not take care of this much far earlier. By involving myself in back to back naive games with this enigmatic monster, I opened my mind to possibilities of desperation ultimately leading me to make some very poor choices that I would not make otherwise. In fact, my actions recently forced the attention of a close friend in StarrStan to come out and lecture me about imperfect choices in comparison to his own career. And not too long before that, my other close friend Brian Daniels deemed it necessary to lecture me as well for my well being and actually went as far to legalize this match as unsanctioned. I cannot be the only one who is laughing at this level of insincerity by two figures we have grown to revel at. The major difference between when those two initiated their last two bouts, they had full intention of having that match be their careers' graveyard whereas I am not even close to being ready to be put down. They knew that they could and would ultimately sacrifice every limb of their body for the last hunt of their career because they were never going to have to do it again but I have every intention of being inside those blue ring the very week after with a brutes head hanging over my shoulder claiming my victory. This is not even about vengeance anymore, this stretch has taught me that I have way more than one battle on my hands this time around. Usually the the only arrow you have to worry about is the one being aimed right at you front side but this time around, there are arrows coming at me from all sides whether it be in the label of father time or unreliability. It is essentially why I have taken this to my heart more than I usually would and also why I am willing to put up the performance of my career against someone who did not even have a single merit a few months ago. Where he has triggered those acidic actions, I am ultimately fighting an evil that is far more defined than an arrogant writhe but if this means that I am able to rid this company of him in the process of cleansing myself then it is a win for us all in the end.

There is this burning urge inside me to treat this match with no respect to the moral or codes of being a competitor but I know doing so will put me on your level and ultimately make me no more different than you, John Doe. You will come after my life and unlike every other time where it is mostly an euphemism more than a threat, the threat this time around is completely real. I will let this match drag on as long as I can till I have you craving for mercy, that is my victory right there. A man who sees nothing but carnage and wishes the destruction of his coworkers is not someone who should have the freedom of residing in a locker room. You would throw a thousand men into the pit of fire in order to save yourself because it has a greater benefit to the cause. You thrive on what is abnormal but what you have yet to realize is that in a triggering this foxes curse, you have impounded yourself too universal misery. And it is not anything like the pain that boils your masochist blood, it is a pain that just exists in the realm of your heart with absolutely no cure for it. It is a cruel finish for anyone but compared to where your thoughts - if they can even be called that lead you to, it is child's play so consider yourself no more than just blessed. What the new generation represents is a sigma of superiority and every single character has their own perks and flaws with all their might and what-not but it is as if you were sided in jail right next to Lucifer himself to only get the most detestable flaws in your character with absolutely no perks. You cast judgement on who you believe is more deserving and set aside who you believe is not worthy just on the merit of your heedless deductions and when asked about it, you shrug it off without any logic whatsoever. Whereas competitors I faced in the past had some hope of redeeming themselves to an extent, I am absolutely certain that you were destined for hell from the moment you decided to enter the ring as a competitor. In fact, I would not be surprised to find that you have found yourself in the wrong line of work preaching the word of evil itself pretending to be someone you are not. What a honor it will be to present a supernatural victory to all those who have followed my career from the start of an atom. And above all, what will make the victory ever more so impressive is the matter of fact that I will be in your house.

I will let you set up the stage and control the environment till the last very minute until the very last minute when you realize a celestial truth; darkness will never truly conquer light. 
And just like once you came out of nowhere, you will disappear without even having made a single mark on this company. 
I present this victory to everyone in this company.

THE CHAMBER - II

"I need this" 

And that is your whole argument. Its the root of it all. Don't come to me with a smirk on your face and an intent to instill fear when all you have to bring to the table is the fact that you need the EAW Championship to flourish your going-nowhere career. We all need it, Theron, we all hope and pray that this will be the night that will define us and all the work we have put to get to this moment. It's funny how world titles were nothing but a thought at the back of my mind until a year ago. I knew it was possible that an athlete that elevates her greatness each passing day will be capable of reaching the ultimate prize, but I waited for I was in a different world. I never pursued it until the first opportunity I earned early this year. I could have signed back with Empire the first sign of losing against Lannister, I'm not going to pretend it wasn't disheartenining especially when I had to deal with two people who were so close to me for a time. But then I start to think to myself -- what if Y2Impact wasn't in the picture to prioritize my downfall and his personal motives than any chance for an eighth reign? Back then it was nothing but a prize I would place upon my shoulder for display, a great accomplishment to add to my list, a great way to be remembered. Oh, my legacy. Oh, my name's value. Long after I'm gone, generations of wrestlers will remember me as the first woman to capture the world title. How proud would it make Mr. DEDEDE? Simple thoughts, simple prayers, until it became something more. 

Because the more I got close to it, the more I was drawn in, the more I want it. And then I just wake up in the morning and realize how much I need it, and it's the only thing I could ever want. I start to understand why men turn into monsters when it's on the line, why even a small glimpse of hope is enough to make them run an extra mile and destroy everything in their path. I understand slowly that I have to become more than a monster, more than a face to be feared if I want to get close to it again. It's like a drug, an endless addiction and the only cure is the satisfaction of trampling over bodies and walking away with the one thing that everyone wanted. It became something I'd kill for. It's easy to feel the way I do, you stay on the other side of the revolving door waiting for your time to shine, and the rest have been doing the same. We take what we can get and hope that what we have gotten is finally "it". Everyone has struggled to get to this point, Theron, everyone has experienced getting the shorter stick in the game of chances, some of us get the bad end of the bargain and here you are complaining about how you have been mistreated while on the run for the gold without any consideration of the fact that everyone else have gone through various tribulations. You are not being mistreated, no one takes special interest in you, its just that everyone else is brave enough to carry on and put a confident face on showing that everything that transpired were nothing but steps forward to get to this point. You need it, and I get that more than anyone else. But you're not the only one gunning for the finish line, Theron. You have to be realistic and think to yourself exactly why you were placed in a fighting pit with different opponent while I only had to defeat Lannister to get here. People see Lannister as someone worth a hundred men in the Showdown roster, and I was thrown in as a prey. Everyone thought he would be walking in the Extreme Elimination Chamber and be crowned as a Champion again like what happened last year, but I defeated the lion and took away his chances. I defeated the man that everyone feared, and that alone speaks volumes of my capabilities just as it will at Road to Redemption. I have been shamed, picked apart, and left for dead, but I refuse to stay in the grave. You have your trials, I have mine... they were preparing us for this moment. It's only a question of who is willing to be faced with an early death only for the sake of leaving with gold, whose confidence will not fade away, whose passion will show the best to channel the bad experiences into inflicting pain once the chamber doors shut and there is no where else to go. The rage is building up inside my heart, Theron, in a fragile bubble that can anytime burst, and I cannot wait for Saturday when I use that rage to put your lifeless bodies in body bags as I walk away with the EAW Championship on my shoulder. Indeed the pursuit of the EAW Championship has been a drug I can't seem to walk away from and I only intend to feed that addiction at Road to Redemption.

You have been known as quite the legend of the industry, with a Hall of Fame status to show for your bravery. Because of you, men who work in this company learn the horrifying reality that EAW can only be considered a game for so long until personal vendettas start springing up from out of nowhere when they least expect. Because of you, every roster member know better, particularly to never in any circumstance, not even at "bring your kids to work" day must they bring their family members because any day like that can involve them in the mess and the dirt, the vengeance of an opponent you provoked yourself as they plot to take them away. Because of you, almost everyone treat their families like treasure so they don't go leaving them for a guy who takes them away out of spite -- they tuck their kids in at night with a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss, and their wives or husbands wait patiently in bed because they know their spouse will "perform" out of fear! These are pure lessons that we have learned from the one and only, Diamond Cage. We thank you for being the prime example of not taking everything we have for granted because ending up like a shell of the man that you once were and that is a much better weight than losing a couple of matches. You have survived the trials. You have been at your worst, you have tried to be at your best once again, but you know deep down that the champion we once knew is already gone in the abyss and he is never coming back. You are stuck in a circle, and I'm sure some are too scared to point this out, but here's where the issue lies with your continuous frolicking, Diamond Cage, you stand there throwing these brutal words of what you are capable of, to break bones and tear flesh, yet no one even looks at you and believes a single word. You have become nothing but a comedy skit, a circus act and everyone just expects the day that you bleed in the middle of the ring again, capable of taking hits, capable of surviving but never scoring a victory the moment its needed because your demons of your past continue to cling on your back. You have carried it with you your entire career and the only way that you can shake them off is if you keep going back in the ring with no pride attached to your name, causing all trouble that you can get your hands on in your purposeless existence and calling it a "statement made"... enough to distract, but not enough to make the demons go away. You cover it up with a "nothing to lose" mentality, and its understandable for a guy like you to dwell on such excuse to save face in the end when the events don't go in your favor. But of course some of the crowd who have followed your story will be more sympathetic towards you, they understand what you have gone through, it's no fucking surprise if you've made goddamn sure you remind them of the pain of your past every chance you get, but there is a difference between learning from the trials and using them to demand pity. There is a difference between a threat and a desperate cry for retribution. You neither shake me nor put fear in my eyes by being in the same ring for the same goal, because while you have exhausted your resources and gained nothing from it, I still have more to give with the intention of making history. Call yourself a king, a leader, a monster, but I have dealt with many versions of you who have the audacity to threaten my well being, they have the physical advantage, they have every chance to defeat me but they either fall in my hands or extend help from an outsider just to secure a win as they take credit for something they didn't do. Once upon a time you scored a victory against me, I don't deny that but it doesn't mean I don't intend on settling scores. I will ignite the fire of revolution, and with that fire I will burn down the doubters and the non-believers that dare say I couldn't be a victor, and I will not rest until I get bloody satisfaction. So continue to whine about how the Triumvirate mistreated you, go "the Theron route" and tell the world what you had to go through to get to this point as if nothing else matters, because inside that cage, you are not going to get a fucking candy for your past victories, you are not going to get a pat on the back for "Keeping up with the Triumvirate", because once you're locked in, you live in the present. Keep the mentality of automatically becoming the Champion because you're a fucking king, I assure you someone will take advantage of your tragic flashbacks and use it to bury a fucking chair right to your already-damaged face, so many times that any chance you have to hold gold again slowly turns into rubble. Will sympathy help you then? Will pity do you any favor? No, it will only bury you an inch deeper in the ground where you should be. While I, I will ensure that anyone that stands in my way will feel the heel of my boot crash on their fucking skull, and I will stop at nothing, I will rest at no point, and if I have to pour gasoline on your faces and watch you burn just to keep me above the surface then that's a tactic I'm willing to pull. I can't entertain any possibility of a defeat...

For I am the Heart Break Gal.

I don't write my own chapters.

Historians write it for me as I continue to prosper, this time as EAW Champion.

I've stopped fearing darkness for the longest time. I have been engulfed in it so many times that at this point nothing surprises me anymore. Yes, I am obsessed with proving my worth. Yes, I am obsessed with putting everything on the line as if I had nothing to lose. Yes, I am all about putting emotion in my words and speaking from the heart. And you know what, Rex? That will never change. And it's a trait that I will always have and not a boring one-dimensional piece of shit like you will make me change that. Because I would rather have passion in my heart when I turn my goals into reality than stand for fifteen minutes talking monotonously about topics I will never give a shit about, much like you are doing. I would rather come in to a match with a smile on my face hyping up the crowd whether or not they want my presence, than just walk in the ring silently because I am a pitiful scumbag who that has nothing special to bring to the table, again just like you. Telling me to change my tendencies is like telling me to change my name over all, it's not me, so what the fuck are you complaining about? Do you honestly think it bothers me that I keep climbing mountains despite falling down a couple of times? Are you fucking new here, Rex? I swear to god no matter how many times I drill in your empty skull that I chose to be in this situation, you will always point fingers at the things I failed to do instead of looking in the mirror and seeing what you haven't done in the same duration of time since we fought for the number one contenders match. Let me spell it out for you incase you have forgotten. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING, REX. While I've made every effort to make a statement and intent to take the EAW Championship from Tiberius Jones, you wasted time standing behind John Doe like the little bitch you are. While I've given my piece and ensured that the current EAW Champion is on his knees, so backed in the corner that he had to intentionally get himself disqualified in a match against me, you stood there running around in your pointless existence you call a career. While I was with Cameron Ella Ava completing the tournament, you were there too, except you have proven that without John Doe, you are nothing but a bag of air that gets by on lucky, assisted wins, and you couldn't keep up with the competition that you swore to take down. That's how useless you are. That's how pathetic you've been. And now you have the fucking nerve to point fingers at me and tell me I'm insecure? Well Rex, if insecurity means that I get to state facts that you try so hard to hide, if it means exposing the true nature that you constantly behind your brittle rusty exterior that you call an armor, if it means going all means and turning your fantasy of becoming EAW Champion into an impossible goal in the Elimination Chamber, then I must be the most insecure person in the world! You act like everything I do is unnatural and forbidden, just because you couldn't comprehend and not in a million years will you be capable of stepping out of your bubble. But let me state this in words that you may understand: You have no power over me. You have no bullets left no matter how far you reach. You can distract yourself by placing all the cards, even the weakest on the table, but the fact still remains that I stand above you and there is nothing that you can do to change that. You know what else I noticed? The hilarious fact that you're trivializing John Doe's help every chance you have. It really does bother you, doesn't it? No matter how much you convince yourself and the world that John Doe only had a small part in the journey, I will only continue to throw the truth in your direction -- that he was the main person that catapulted your dead weight to be where you are today. You are nothing without John Doe's aid, and you let him run off while he makes you his little bitch. There is a reason I refuse to shower you with compliments for a job well done after winning against me, and the fact that you couldn't keep me away while I have that knowledge just triggers you to no end. The climb up the mountain that you continuously mock me about has never existed in your journey, it has always been a lie, and the only thing you can do to mask it is to tell me how much of an insecure liar I am meshed with every thought-out detail and assumption in hopes of making me vulnerable. But I have told you so many times, Rex, while people like Diamond Cage come in this match already shattered into pieces with every emotional pain, I am not easily broken. I seek justice. I seek revenge. I fight until the end. And even in sorrow and defeat, I continue to face the challenge. But it doesn't mean that I let anyone's words define what I am. I am full of flaws, but it would take more digging than you realize to get under my skin. And while pour sweat and tears searching for what you can't find, in the mean time, I will continue to look down on you for you are nothing but an insignificant bump in the road, all that while I celebrate as EAW Champion.

For all that I have endured, I feel no shame. 

For all trials that have gotten me to this point, I feel no regret. 

Don't ever mistake my passion for anything else. For it is the one thing you can never take away.

When you are being celebrated, it feels like you can never go wrong with the decisions you make. That overwhelming high just warms your soul so much, it makes certain that the loving crowd has your back no matter the recklessness and overconfidence, but the moment one person stands against you and question you, the entire flock will start to disagree with your actions, in an instant the confidence you have with the crowd that blindly followed you will disintegrate and you will have no one to back you up when it counts the most. That is the tragedy that is Tiberius Jones. He is a hero. A trooper. Always out there to point fingers at me for always involving myself in groups, yet even with his Triumvirate army by his side, he still lacks the capability to capitalize and take advantage of his strength in numbers. I have been driven to insanity by the drama and the heartache of counting on partners more times than I can count and yet here I am begging for more. But my mindset should be the least of your concerns, Tiberius Jones. You have five people that is aiming for your neck, desperate to kill you off this match the first chance they get, I mean, isn't that why you wanted a helping hand from me? Twice you have asked and twice I have rejected, for I know that it will only diminish the chances I have to walk away the Champion. I acknowledge the disadvantage, but it doesn't mean I'm off to commit suicide the first chance I get, you're on your fucking own. I refuse to give you the idea, the satisfaction, of thinking that I still cared whatever the fuck happens to you inside that chamber, for one reason, I don't trust a word that comes out of your mouth, and for another, I am smart enough to know that siding with you would make me a bigger target than I already am. Week after week, I have made my statement, and in that duration you went from a satisfied smirk on your face having defended your title successfully into an unbearable shemale desperate to send a message when he couldn't even gasp for air. Call me a pet as many times as you'd like, but at least I am not a dying animal like Tiberius Jones. One threat was enough for him to shake on his feet and now he's back to belittling me for being a woman in a man's world just because his thought remains clouded by the fact that this is the last he ever gets to speak as Champion. You're scared, everyone gets it. You can hide behind videos and training montages as you do jumping jacks and jump ropes to "Eye of the Tiger", but it doesn't take away the fact that poor acting skills that amounts to tears of desperation will not save you once the world sees how easy it is to turn a beast into a scared little ferret. Once, we stood behind the idea of extreme. We lived it. We recreated it. But now it shows how poorly you play at that game the moment you displayed weakness and vulnerability, exactly as you're doing now. With every loss that I have endured, looking for excuses is the last thing on my mind for I focus on adapting and ensuring that any misstep that I've made during the previous performance will be the last one. And that, I will continue to do. Once the Heart Break Gal takes her well-deserved victory in that chamber, I'm sure you'll have a handful of excuses that lead to transgressions, you will be against it for a time until you start to see that without glitters on your name, you are just another voice with words of no value. Without a crown to mold your intentions. Without gold as a reminder of your progress. Tiberius IV, as we know it, will go back to being the impressionable rookie TJ... the same one nobody gave a shit about until I picked him up from the dust and gave him a purpose in Hexa-gun. Don't like it? Then cry about it. Surely, I won't be there to console you once I take my leave with the EAW Championship... because being left alone to rot that empty shithole you call a "throne" is what ingrates like you deserve.

THE GRAND PRIX - II

It seems like I didn't make myself clear the first time. I am dealing with a handful of opponents and you still choose to waste my time. What in the world are you even going on about Finnegan? Did you have a stroke? Did you hit your head too hard to the point where you stutter and flinch? I ask for intent, I get a merry-go-round, I get fluffs, and reasons after reasons for the words that have been said instead of owning up to it and giving me anything that resembles passion when faced with two outstanding competitors. This is why I don't need to remind Cameron of my priorities. This is why I don't have to worry if she doubts my capabilities. The same way that I know she can singlehandedly take the two of you down without breaking a sweat, she knows that I am more than capable of going through two important matches and winning them all. This is what separates our teams, you two have no dynamic, no confidence, nothing but busted parts in a faulty machine that acts up every five minutes. You know damn well what I do to machines, or do I have to remind you? Do not come tome acting like a moron if you don't want to be treated as one. Do not blurt out statements that you cannot back with facts. And this all starts to sound like a convenient list of hypotheticals that are supposed to make me twitch in fear for what's to come when all it does is further prove how you have exhausted every last bit of point you can come up with to one-up Di Consentes. You have nothing against us, Finnegan, that's why you dwell on disclosures masked with kind words. "They are experienced wrestlers. They are Hall of Famers" all to save your ass when the moment of judgment comes, to tell the world in advance why you are incapable of winning the Grand Prix instead of being forced to make excuses a day after on live TV. But I don't blame you, anyone who is faced with the all-powerful Di Consentes will second guess their decisions made two months prior to this moment, thinking if it was a good idea to begin with to come into a tournament unprepared with a partner that doesn't care about winning. It's no surprise that you treat this match with a humble heart, while crossing your fingers hoping any of your feeble threats would be acknowledged, despite being already thrown in the dumpster and made to look useless. You ask to be taken seriously. You defeat every second-rate competition in the squared circle in every show that demands it. You scream to the crowd how badly you want to become the Unified Tag Team Champions, but in the face of torment and random attacks, you cry foul as if you didn't expect the journey to be this difficult, it's almost a pathetic sight. I used to call Cameron a punching bag once upon a time when we were in a heated rivalry for the Vixens Championship, but it seems like I have made the wrong call for there are more punching bags to come -- they just choose to hide in the shadows refusing to be bold and direct, hiding their incompetence behind jokes, because they are afraid of the consequences that will come after each word they foolishly utter in our presence. I sometimes wonder if there's anything more to be said. 

I am on my fight for a second Unified Tag Team Championship, and I don't intend to fight my battles lightly, but your existence, your demeanor can already tell a million tales about your shattered confidence and inadequacy, this might just be a cakewalk. But let me make something clear so we can all reach a common understanding as early as now: Di Consentes stands above all. Di Consentes is the definition of perfection whether divided or as a unit. We look at our competition in defeat, with no mercy or compassion, but a reminder that goddesses that constantly utilize their capabilities against the commoners, are not made to be angered. Those who know us and still have the bravery to challenge us fight a battle with one blind eye. We are a "Vixen" breed molded from the extreme roots of EAW, and for that we fear nothing. If you are expecting less, then I fear it's too late to go back to that pub and stay silent so to revert the decision of forming We are the Bullocks, because with our existence alone, it is set in stone that you two are the danger zone at risk of an embarrassing defeat. We have jumped from one territory to another, fighting multiple wars with different generations of wrestlers with no sign of rust or decline in the quality of our preformance, while you arrived five minutes ago with nothing to present that would make you anything that resembles a threat. That's the kind of power we hold over your heads. Nobody takes it seriously when the purpose comes from the mouth of two goons, but when Di Consentes send their message, everyone stops to listen. Indeed what are goddesses to non-believers... that is until goddesses exercise their strengths and turn your hopes into a pile of insignificant dust by our power, just as we have easily done to our previous opponents. And once we face and defeat the Champions, history will be made, no one will stand in the opposite side and call themselves a non-believer again. 

They will bow down. 
 
They will worship. 

I wake up each and every day determined to make every one of my doubters in this world into a believer. I know what some of you may say about that and it's fine. For the most part I'm sure the gist of it will be ''Why waste your energy on something like that?.'' I'm not sure. Why do we waste our energy on anything? Why not save it for something more useful? I figured out one day that I'm always going to be fighting against something. Whether it be doubters, my fellow EAW peers or even myself, I will always be in a battle. A battle against time, father time, relevance, competitive drive and so much more. The day I lose my competitive fire to gt out of bed and lace up my boots will be such a sad day. The and news about that is that I woke up feeling great about my career and my current path here in EAW. Sure, some matches haven't turned out the way I may have liked, but at the end of the day I am still standing. In the end, that is what life is all about: survival. With each battle you face, your body will slowly start to deteriorate. The thing about me is I find myself in a better position to withstand the impact of these battles than the average joe. Time after time I've had some newcomer sit back and tell me that I'm too washed up to last in the current season of EAW. When the factor of the matter is, I am fitting in more than ever. I look around at these arenas and I still see people with my merchandise. I also look around at the locker room and I see a lot of newcomers who I've inspired in one way or another. The point is that the Prince of Phenomenal is here to stay. Clear the way.


In a few days, I will have the pleasure of competing for the EAW Championship in the structure in an Extreme Elimination Chamber. There's not even one word I can use to describe what I expect this event to be like. I'm not even sure at one point I will be able to enter the match and start working to get closer to the EAW Championship. It's funny though because just last week me and Diamond Cage were both pretty much talking about having an opportunity at the EAW Championship and here we are. Five men and one ballsy Vixen will enter this match and hope to lave this hell asylum with the second most prestigious championship here in EAW. Bodies will be thrown across the structure, careers will be cut in half, and the mental state of each performer will never be the same. I may be speaking for myself when I say this but my pants start to rise over matches like this. This type of match is exactly what EAW stands for. In fact, if you don't think so I'm not even sure why you are here. The E in the name of the company stands for something and I look forward to re-enforcing what that is.  I know what a lot of people are saying....POP already has one championship on his shoulder! We know he's just happy to be here! He's just here to have a good time! Wrong. I'm entering this match as if I have everything to lose. I need to win. This is my moment all over again. There's not a single person in this match that deserves to leave with the EAW Championship more than me. Hell, there's not a single soul in that arena who is more deserving to leave victorious than myself. Trust me when I say that I will have no problem proving those last two statements to be true.


Five will go down, one will remain. One will be able to stand on top of all of the causalities with that precious championship held high. One will be able to say that they out performed the best extremist this brand has to offer. When I look around this match I see a lot of familiar faces. There's a few extremist who I've faced in the last few weeks and then there's a couple who I've never been in the ring with. With that being said I feel that I should let all of you know that your journey in EAW will take an unexpected turn this Saturday night. While I understand that the five of you are expecting to achieve greatness and leave with MY championship, I'm here to deliver you some bad news. This is my night. This will be my moment. There will be plenty of other nights in your careers where you can let yourself down and Saturday will be one of those nights. I wish I could sit here and tell you that there will be a silver lining to me whooping all of your asses, but the fact of the matter is that I'm not here to lie to you. Personally, as the best extremist here in EAW, I feel that it is necessary to lie to you as little as possible. Before you know it, you will have all these yes-men in your ear telling you that you all have a shot. When in reality, this is just another upcoming milestone for the Prince of Phenomenal. This night will just be another significant achievement in the legendary career of POP's. When the smoke clears, all of you will come to the realization that you're irrelevant stepping stones to me. Not a single ounce of sweat, blood, or tears I will make you shed will have a lasting affect on me. I'm walking into that arena with the mindset that the EAW Championship is already on a silver platter for me, the only thing I have to do is push the garbage aside and claim what's rightfully mine.

There's something about change that appeals to me.

Embracing the unknown, and reveling in what comes next.

Things in this world that we live in are constantly thriving through change. New things are always happening. The clock is ticking...time ticking away as the next change gets set to take place. The question is, are we ever fully aware of the changes as they are happening? The answer to such a question is really dependent on the timing, the placement of which these changes happen, the circumstances which lead to those changes, and whether we have bothered to acknowledge them at all in the first place. Many aren't aware of what will happen tomorrow, or a week from now, or a month, or a year from now. Things can happen in the blink of an eye without notice, and then suddenly it comes to be; change. The reality is, there is nobody that knows when each change will take place. Predicting the future is about as difficult as seeking perfection itself, which is not possible in a realistic world much less the trials that everyone will be put through in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Many wonder about the future, worry as it approaches even, and they should as they plunge forward in the present. The present is what matters most. Careers and lives will be at stake. The unknown, it's inevitable, yet something to look forward to. This elitist will embrace it all just as he has with every experience he's ever been apart of. Embracing the unknown, as you can see it hasn't presented me with many setbacks lately. It's only been one of the many benefactors in why on Saturday at Road To Redemption, I can step into the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and take what it is that I've come for. I will take the only thing that they all want, that they all obsess over, that they are willing to die for. I will take that EAW Championship, and relieve them of all that. Destroying their hopes, and their dreams. One by one, they will all fall.

You know how this is going to end.

This story wouldn’t be worth anyone’s time otherwise.

I would say you’ve outdone yourself this time, Tiberius, but I would be stating the obvious. I do believe that you do have it quite wrong. You see, while what you see is a far and away inferior version of yourself in every way, someone without the capability of knocking you clear off your throne. What I see before me is another desperate soul. So desperate you are in your pursuits to not only conquer this situation just to move to something more convenient and fruitful. But to be able to lay claim to a match that many previous came out of having gone through the war of their careers just to wear the gold that you do, and say that you were able to do so with ease. You wish to be able to claim that nobody inside of the chamber walls was able to dominate it quite like you, able to without all the pressure in the world bearing down on you as you did. However, it’s too predictable as I’ve told you. It doesn’t matter what you do. You can make this the comedic spectacle that you desire, but everyone knows it was a just another desperate way for Tiberius to get into the mind of his opposition to try to gain the edge psychologically to control the way the events happen to unfold this week. I told you that you would resort to this, because deep down, what choice do you have at this point? I mean certainly you taking the scenic route as you have, it does have it’s advantages, don’t get me wrong. But it’s only a direction worth going when others don’t know that you’re taking that route. Perhaps you’re an artist though, willing to make new paths toward a more vaunted attack on each of us, but I guess the point is, Tiberius, that I’m making is that there is no easy route to take this time around. No more carefree rides as you go. There’s no room for all the pish posh in all of this as you’ve presented it. I do applaud the effort with a slow golf clap. But as I’ve told you before, you have it quite wrong. You won’t be Champion after Road to Redemption, and you’re setting a great example before me with this useless display of showmanship on a grand stage wasting a few minutes of time in which you had the chance to treat this situation as if it were your last as Champion. You make it easier for me in fact, so please. Don’t let me stop you now. I know you well enough, Tiberius, to know that you will continue because at this point you’re running out of tricks, and soon you’ll be completely out of time.  Slip up? You’ve already done that the moment you released your video. It shows that what’s on the surface is not any different from anything you have yet to introduce to us before. Call it the curse of all the notoriety you receive.  Your words, your actions, your mannerisms, your nuances, they’re viewed by everyone, and while many may go into this believing that what you present is not enough to retain that title, they won’t even come close to obtaining it for themselves. They won’t be bothered too much about anyone else except you. You hold what everyone is in pursuit of just as you are in pursuit of surviving this ordeal. There’s no hidden agendas here. Everything you try this week will be viewed as desperation on your part, to save face when you should want to go out with some dignity. It’s the way anyone would want to go out anyways. There’s no shame in succumbing to defeat under the most difficult of circumstances. Perhaps anything you don’t agree with is considered to be out if the realm of possibility in your view. You don’t see this being the end, but I guess you didn’t see how such a haughty display of showmanship would get you into a deeper mess than you’re already in. This screams desperation. In the end as a last resort, you could put that knife into my back when I least expect it, but there’s no guarantees in a situation like this where there are four other hungry individuals looking to make a name at your expense. No certainty behind any declarations that any of us make. No prior knowledge of when we enter the match, and how much we will have left to give in the end. The only guarantees are there is no guarantees. That's why this ending will be climatic like the others of years past.

Your desperation becomes the raw material of drastic change.

Ever since this season started, you have been in control of the events, fate has dealt you a good collection of cards. When you had to, you've defended your position, but your credibility has been questioned each time. Walking away without that EAW Championship, it will validate everyone else's claims that you weren't the Champion that Ares and Lannister proved to be in their time at the top, but triumphing in this match would cease such talks. Your credibility could no longer be questioned. But complacency could prove to be the beginning of the end of your reign, Tiberius. It breeds failure. You almost have to be paranoid to survive. Your little illustrations paint that fact perfectly. You intend to show the separation between yourself and everyone else without fully realizing that you have been settling. You joined up in the Triumvirate to amass more power, and to stay in the position you are in now. So far in the present day you remain in power, but change is the way of the land of Elite. I spoke about time already yesterday, and with time breeds change. Ares nor Lannister stayed on top as the Answer's World Champion, even as great as they proved to be in that position. Anyone can say something seems bland, Tiberius. When you don't really want to listen to it all, the facts, the notions, the objections, the opinions, like someone edgy kid that sits in the back of the class that believes they are the teacher and that they can teach the class better because they really do believe in everything they say as being unequivocally correct, but that's where your ignorance comes in. Perfection does not exist. Nobody is infallible. You're making yourself out to look like a fool, Tiberius. You need this win on Saturday a whole lot more than I do, but I'll happily take more of your charity if you are so willing to bargain everything that you've worked for a few minutes of sideshow illustrations in exchange. You don't need to take me seriously, and I don't expect you to, not until that is that I do happen to knock you straight off your perch.

Bringing your illusion into reality, and watching as you crumble before me.

Slaying the king, taking his crown and his gold once and for all.

Beginning the next chapter in a new story.

See you soon.

Perhaps I am a loser. You know what? Yes I am a loser. All I have done in my life is lose. I grew up with barely any friends. I was average at best when it came to academics. I’m obviously not the most physically imposing person out there. I wouldn’t bullshit anyone by referring to myself as overly attractive either. Even as an adult in my own profession I can’t catch a break now can I? I’ve lost at every turn. I’ve lost to my best friend, and now lost my best friend period. I’ve lost literally every championship opportunity I have had placed in front of me. And now I can make excuses that I was purely a pawn placed in a temporary position time and time again when at every point there was some bigger plot in the back being organized by management that had nothing to do with my successes whatsoever. But the thing is...at the end of the day if I were good enough I would have won all of those matches regardless of what was being orchestrated by others. If I possessed the sheer ability, it would not matter now would it? So I guess all that makes me is a failure...and a man whose convictions has wavered so many times that it is virtually impossible for anyone to guess what he truly wants in this business. Even himself. I came into this business as a humble and hungry kid who simply wanted to live out his dreams and be remembered alongside those who inspired him to chase said dreams in the first place. But along the way as that child learned the road to the peak of the mountain was much longer and far more difficult than he had ever anticipated he-... He became jaded to what was right and what was wrong. You’re right about one thing Pizza Boy. Heartbreak can truly shatter and change a man. And I’ve had mine broken to pieces so many times it just might be impossible to completely put back together. The repeated failures began to eat at me. And I had lost my way. That’s when Fortuneteller Hamasa presented herself to me in my moment of weakness. She showed me a new path, and gave me a new purpose in life. I was sceptical, but as I said...in my moment of weakness there were no foreseeable alternatives. And as time went on and I actually did begin to succeed more, I actually began to buy into what she was saying. It corroded my mind. All the way until my defeat by your hands. When you knocked me out cold with not a kick of any kind, but with a cold hard dose of truth. I’m not a winner. I’ve fought my entire life to be a winner. To be a hero. To become a legend. To be like those who came before me. I fought my very hardest and realized it was not enough. Funny enough that moment came last year inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber. While you had gone on to win your match Pizza Boy, I gave it my absolute all, pushed my body to its breaking point, and gave Y2Impact arguably the last great fight of his career besides HBG...and it still wasn’t enough. And then after that Eclipse got away with cheating on multiple occasions in our number one contenders match, and from that moment I never got another shot to be on top of Voltage again. So to say those circumstances left an impression on me is an understatement. The fans of Elite Answers Wrestling stayed loyal to me despite every setback that came my way and I will always thank them for it. I felt that at the very least if I would never be put in my rightful place I had earned that others just casually jumped into with zero effort or passion… I felt that I was justified in doing anything and everything as long as I had the good intentions of it being for the benefit of the fans in the end. The old Nasir Moore was a guy who the fans naturally and organically got behind because of the truth he spoke of and the vision he had for this company. In the beginning of my rise, I just wanted to ensure that no one ever had to suffer from the constant pain of failure and loss that I went through. I wanted to change EAW so that people didn’t have to go through YEARS of mediocrity like I did to reach this point… Maybe that’s too huge of a goal to accomplish. Especially for a failure like myself. Hell how can a man who truly doesn’t even know himself lead the charge of a new era like everyone says he should. How can Nasir Moore lead others when he doesn’t even know what direction to go into himself, ya know?

But Pizza Boy I do have some questions for you. Like what qualifier was I in against you? If I remember correctly I beat Target Smiles to earn my spot into this match. Sure I lost to you THE NEXT WEEK, but if we ARE being factual here...that’s not my qualifier. Also I’d like to point out that this chamber will be your first REAL taste of what the true Nasir Moore is capable of. You’ve never faced me at my max. You have never gone head to head with Nasir Moore at his very best. The REAL Pizza Boy versus Nasir Moore matchup has never gotten to happen. Another thing, I have severed my ties with Hamasa and her crazy ideals, so for you to speak of this god that I am “trying” to be is a fallacy. I think the word you were looking for was “tried” to be. And yes you can still come at me for that one, I’ve got no problems with that. I can’t deny I was heralding myself as a divine being when we faced off at House of Glass. And another thing. I was going to try and stay calm and peacefully approach you heading into this match, but I just cannot help myself any more. My emotions are getting the better of me. AHEM! Um…”you want sympathy”. Please inform me my good sir when I ever came out here and asked the fans for them to sympathize with my story. My story is not meant to be sympathized. It is meant to be remembered so that those that come after us don’t make the same mistakes that I have! I am an extremely flawed person. For one I am far too trusting. Hell just look at my history with Aren for that. Another thing I’m kind of KNOWN FOR BEING A CHOKE ARTIST! And I know in these promo thingies we’re supposed to be hyping ourselves up, but I’m more than comfortable with myself to call it how it is and still be sure I can head into the chamber with a good shot at leaving as a champion! So back to my point. Sorry about that Pizza Boy but I am quite the rambler. You probably know that already though so it shouldn’t be much of a shock. But yes, I have never asked for anyone’s pity. I am far too prideful for that. I don’t want to be looked down in pity by others. I want to be looked up to by those who come after us! Oh and about the hugs and handshakes...I may put on this bravado of being a cool guy in front of others, but did ya think “hey this guy is probably a big softie at his core”. Which I can also admit to. I’m arguably too soft of a man to be a World Champion in EAW. The more and more I talk, I am probably giving people more and more reasons to NOT want me to be the Answers World Champion. But hey maybe my idea is to change the perception of just what a champion in EAW is at its core. Or maybe I won’t get the shot to do that for two reasons. One, you’re practically already doing that. And two, someone like me may never be a World Champion in his life. And hey, that’s fine. As much as I want to...I am an understanding guy who can cope with time. If I am never meant to become a World Champion in the Land of the Elites then that’s fine. Because I still plan on being a legend. A Hall of Famer. I want to prove myself so good that I could do it even without a World Championship to my name. Now that is blasphemous to say I know. Especially for all the old guard guys who may see this. But I simply put, just don’t care. I want to be recognized and known as a pillar for the next generation of Elitists and whether I have a championship or not is irrelevant in my eyes! Would it help, without a doubt. Is it truly necessary? Not as I see things. Pizza Boy when I became as popular as I did with the fans. It’s because they saw all the corrupt bullshit going on over on Voltage last year and they knew I was the only man who had the potential and willpower to step up and break through it all. Now I failed at that as you know I am nothing but a failure at the end of the day. But they chose me because they saw it all around them. Carlos Rosso, Y2Impact, Eclipse Diemos, Zack Crash, Kenny Drake, Nathan Fiora, and yes also my brother Aren as much as I shoehorn him into my speeches. All these guys were problems that needed to be dealt with. Some I succeeded in eliminating. Some I failed to even get the chance to combat. And others put me down, because as we all know I am nothing but a failure. So for you to say I was not ELECTED to be their hero in that moment...well how about you just fact check some more before coming to me huh? Now along the way my will broke and I became corrupted with ideals that were not my own, but thanks to you I broke out of it. Without it being your intention. You still don’t like me despite everything I tell you, that’s cool. Quite frankly I still maintain my long term opinions of you and they won’t waver, because I don’t plan for my opinions or my feelings to waver any longer as they have way too much as of recent. But who knows. I’m most likely just gonna be put down by you once again when we step up to one another inside the Answers World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber Match anyways. Because as we ALL know I am nothing but a loser, especially in the face of the probable Elitist of the Year and Hall of Fame worthy Pizza Boy, ya know?

But before I go Pizza Boy did give me a brilliant idea for something I was debating about. Because you see unlike the other three chambers, Dynasty’s is special in the fact that there’s a special outside force that could rear its ugly head into the picture when it comes to the outcome of things. And no I am not talking about Sebastian Monroe here as horrendous of a human being as he is. Of course I am referring to the seventh potential man who could leave Road to Redemption and the one hundredth Free Per View as the EAW Answers World Champion. That man being Mr. Cash in the Vault, Nico Borg. Nico and I don’t really have much history with each other. The extent we have as far as interactions are concerned is both being in the Starr vs Monroe Divide and Conquer match. Now Nico I don’t think I ever got the chance to properly thank you for keeping Jacob Senn RIGHT IN PLACE for me to line him up perfectly for The Ether. It means a lot to me as you were more of an asset than the rest of my team turned out to be for the most part. Now I must say it is quite infuriating for me that I am being slept on by the champion I am chasing in favor of a man who isn’t even inside the structure. And that may come back to bite the Pizza Boy hardcore. But that is just fine as I have absolutely zero issues with that being the deciding factor in our matchup after everything he has said about me. I wouldn’t harbor any feelings anyways so the issue would not be on my end. But I assure you one thing Nico. If I see your face at ANY POINT on that night if I DO claim my first world championship. There will be HELL to pay for your sorry ass. Payment that not even your Cash in the Vault could equate to. You better not show up, but at the same time I do dare you to try it and see how it ends for you. I guarantee it won’t be as fun of a time as you’d like to believe. Because at the end of the day there is NO cashing in for you. And Nico that is because on that night everyone best be banking on Nasir Moore to leave Minneapolis and the one hundredth Free Per View in history as the Elite Answers Wrestling Answers World Champion. There just are no other realistic options, not even for you. Ya know?

 
 
(From the camp of the Champion of Life, all seemed well and quiet. Carlos Rosso was relaxed, anticipating his Elimination Chamber challenge and the hell to come with it. He was prepared. He was focused, and he began the day with a morning jog through the cool morning air in downtown Minneapolis. The talent was always there, the determination to endure had always been there, but an old friend helped re-ignite a sense of urgency. Immediately after Voltage, Carlos had been taken to a gym where there was no press, no fancy machines, no televisions, no bullshit pop music blasting on speakers. Just an old, tattered boxing ring, free weights, and some punching bags…and an opponent waiting in the ring.)
 
[Carlos stands across the ring from Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda, a fellow Zaibatsu member and on-again, off-again training partner. Matsuda is focused, dressed in her ring gear and ready to fight. Carlos, dressed not in ring gear but simply a black T shirt and shorts, stretches, an almost bored expression on his face. The two tie up but Carlos doesn’t put much effort in, Stephanie gaining the advantage and forcing him into the ropes.]


Carlos: Hey….c’mon, rope break. Easy….


[Cloud obliges him with a frustrated huff, slapping him on the chest with both hands and giving Carlos a shove. Cloud then then starts to try to land shoot kicks, Carlos haphazardly dodging them or swatting them away just before they hit him in the head. His expression is bored, but growing more and more irritated with Matsuda’s pressing.]


Carlos: Chill the fuck out…this is a spar, not a match.


[Cloud continues to be aggressive, managing to slip behind Carlos in an attempt to suplex him. Carlos looks puzzled for a moment but counters and releases Cloud, smacking her on the back of the head with an open palm.]


Carlos: I said this was a fucking spar!


[Matsuda turns around, a look of venomous, malicious intent on her face as she makes a mad dash for Carlos again.]


Matsuda: Motherfucker!


[Carlos, still not too interested in the sparring session, keeps Matsuda at bay, not trying much in the way of offense until Matsuda connects flush with a right hand square in the jaw, sending Carlos’s head snapping to the side for a second before whipping right back. He starts to land forearm strikes of his own, enough to eventually knock down Cloud before she kips back up.]


Carlos: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? THIS IS A SPARRING SESSION! NOT A FUCKING ACTUAL MATCH! CALM THE FUCK DOWN!


[Cloud stares at him for a moment, using a hand to check her lip for blood and finding none, then shakes her head.]


Matsuda: No dude…what the fuck is wrong with YOU? That’s the question. Look at what’s going on right now. You’re running around acting like this shit is a joke. We both have the biggest matches of our careers coming up, championship matches, matches to put the Zaibatsu that Mao worked so fucking hard to build on the map. I have a chance to win the Openweight title and you have a chance to become a fucking world champion, yet you’re in here acting like this shit is a joke! IT. IS. NOT. Would you disrespect anybody else in training acting like this?


Carlos: It’s not about disrespect. I’m just taking it easy. Unlike you, I have this thing called a, you know, ELIMINATION CHAMBER to worry about.


Matsuda: (Laughing)….You really think that’s an excuse to come up in here and wrestle half-assed? You think if I had a chamber match I would be going half-assed? Hell nah. One reason why I think you have been struggling on Voltage a little bit is shit like this. It’s good to rest, get good nutrition, have a game plan, but you can’t replace hunger. You can’t replace a sense of urgency. I have it. I’ve got a hell of a fight waiting for me. You have an even bigger one and you’re running around like drinking champagne and running your mouth are going to win the match. You want to take a title, off of someone like JAMIE? You have to be full go at all times, dude….so…are you going to have urgency and fight, or are you going to be too relaxed again, just like against Keelan, Just like against Lars, just like earlier tonight with Amadeus? Is that how you wanna go out, B? That how you wanna be remembered? If not, get your shit together and lets go!


[The relaxed, annoyed expression from before is completely gone as Carlos walks over to Matsuda and locks in with her in a collar-and-elbow tie up, shoving her hard into the corner with brute force before making his way back to the center of the ring.]


Matsuda: Much fucking better…..
 
 
[In his hotel suite, Carlos, shown looking for something in particular, is scrambling through a closet, looking around underneath his bed, in the bathroom, even checking in the nightstand.]


I’m sorry. I think I did something to the Interwire Champion. I think I broke it. Amadeus still hasn’t been heard from since I stepped in the ring with him. Maybe he’s a little shy about his victory. Maybe he sees the Elimination Chamber is coming up and that he’s on the precipice of being thoroughly manhandled by either myself, Jamie O’Hara, or a host of other individuals. Maybe he simply lost the taste to communicate with us humans. I’ve been searching for him for the past couple of days now and unfortunately he has been quiet. Amadeus, if you are listening, I want to make something very clear to you this wonderful morning: You are on the way to destruction. You can hide from the other participants of this Chamber, you can hide from me, you can sit in whatever corner of Arizona you chose and hold your Interwire Championship close after you retained it Sunday, but that doesn’t change the fact that on SATURDAY yo ass belongs to me. As I’ve said before, I am going to make a specific example out of you. On Voltage, you were exposed and got away from me after a momentary distraction. This weekend, I come full-go, full-speed ahead and I’m going to run through you. When I’m finished, your next challenger, whoever that happens to be, will have no problem relieving you of your duties as champion because your body will be mangled so badly, so severely that a challenge would be academic.


Now, moving on to individuals that actually matter. I wish Lars and Keelan both a good morning. It’s been a great morning for the Champion of Life. Had a nice jog, a nice breakfast, and I’m feeling great. No lingering injuries, no baggage, I feel fantastic. Also, I do have to take a moment to acknowledge the next EAW Openweight Champion, someone who I have a profound amount of respect for, Stephanie Matsuda, who made me realize that I needed to maybe turn things up a notch this week in terms of preparation and readiness. My Insurance Policy is on the way, signed sealed and delivered, and everything is lining up nicely for a result that will shake EAW to its very core.


As I sit here, preparing myself for glory, I take note of a few things going on around here. There seems to be obsessions aplenty in the EAW Universe lately about…levels. Jamie’s level. My Level. Tiberius’s level. Also, props to Tiberius for giving us a fucking full-blown power point presentation about Evolution. That was amazing, by the way. But all this talk about levels. Who can get to what level? Who can surpass this level? It feels more like I’m watching an episode of fucking Dragon Ball Z, I have never seen so much of an obsession about levels.


I’m not worried about any of that shit.


I don’t care if Jamie feels I’m on his level or not, and I’m certainly not in the business of caring what any of the rest of you motherfuckers think in that regard. Lars, the man who could only count to Number One, I do find it very interesting and entertaining that there is this tension between you and Keelan. I think it says a lot about both of you that you put your differences aside to function as a unit to beat my team at Territorial Invasion. But…maybe it’s just this old man reading into things a little bit more but there seems to be a bit of tension, a bit of jealousy between you? Now, I’m not saying you’re jealous of HIM, I just mean the other way. If you ask me, Keelan is playing up to some of the very traits you and, let’s be honest, pretty much EVERYONE in this Chamber holds over my head. I mean, by all means, go about resolving whatever issues you have with Keelan on your time and on your terms, but I just figured that I would present that to you and you can deduce from that whatever you like.


But, that’s not what caught my attention when I saw your little promo this morning on my phone after my workout. What caught my attention is that you seem to think that pure strength and resolve are enough to overcome common sense and intelligence. Personally, I commend you for your courage, your resolve, your ruthlessness and disregard for personal safety when you tackled Jamie and sent him crashing through a table. I respected you in a sense before, but now I have an even more thorough understanding of what it’s going to take to finish you off. I don’t expect to finish you quickly. I know that if I’m going to even finish you off at all, I’m probably going to have to go back to a level of savagery and barbarity that I don’t like going to. But, if that’s what it takes, well, fuck it. That’s what it will take. There is no TRYING to be smart, exploiting and ending people’s title challenges in any sport requires the exploitation of weaknesses. Healthy, I hate to say it but you would probably be the favorite. But….and even you concede this, son…..you ain’t healthy. You’re a phenomenal talent and you have a great deal of fighting spirit, but speaking from experience, there is a certain point where that can only get you so far. You understand? You can fight, you can rise above, you can prove your naysayers wrong. I don’t doubt that one teeny little bit. But, Birdman, let me level with you, let me “drop some knowledge” to use the vernacular, on two things that you are NOT going to do this Saturday:


1.       You WILL NOT become the youngest World Champion in EAW history.
2.       You WILL NOT break the Strongest Arm in EAW.


This arm has slain beasts before and I promise you that if you step in my way at Road To Redemption, you’re just going to be the next name on the list. Maybe you’re right that I was better at some point, a little more technically sound, a little more ruthless. Maybe I don’t have the same get-up that I used to, but that’s what happens with age. I’m not worried. I still have all the tools, know how and the insurance policy to get the job done. And these hands, they will be stained…with your blood, cleansed with your tears, and bandaged with your dreams and aspirations as I carry on to even more fierce challenges to come.


By the way, I expected more from you than a cheap shot to my General Manager tenure. That really cut deep and you should be ashamed of your behavior. Shame on you.


And Keelan, you sure have put me on the spot, haven’t you. I have no comeback for what you’ve said now! Oh no!


Ah, just kidding.


I think you sorely underestimate me. I don’t mean in ability or in terms of career, but I think you underestimate what the Champion of Life is all about as a man. I’ll admit that the paychecks that EAW is paying me, especially after signing the Iron Clad Contract, are nice and let me live an even more comfortable and luxurious lifestyle that I was before. But….I don’t crave money. I don’t even crave power. I crave….gold. I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I want to win titles, major titles, significant titles, to further cement my legacy here in EAW and around the entire wrestling world. All I need to complete the Triple Crown and put my name on a short, legendary list of competitors is get past the six….shit, I’m sounding like Lars….FIVE of you.


Also….I don’t think you’re quite as familiar with my evolution as the rest of EAW’s more veteran membership are, so I will educate you.


I came back to the United States from Japan a chubby but capable guy. Strong style through and through. I was a power wrestler then. As time wore on, I started losing weight. Dieting wasn’t fun, but I got over it. I became a high flyer! Well, not that highflying. But, yeah….I added a little aerial game when the times required it. Then, as the game started to get tougher, I faced a pretty bold decision: Adapt or die out as a wrestler. I chose the latter, and under the guidance of my manager Mao, adopted a more MMA and submission based offensive attack that netted me a World Cruiserweight Championship, the Unified World Tag Team Championship here in EAW and the Interwire Championship. You have made pressure your bitch, but have you ever made pressure your bitch as a double champion? I have.


I have not been the same man over the last decade, I have changed and evolved with the times. I have done everything that I could to make myself a legitimate threat to a world championship, and now is, amazingly enough in my long and storied career, only the third time I’ve challenged for it directly and the second time within the confines of an Elimination Chamber. I don’t need to get in your head…and you speak like that’s some prime real estate. I can tell you what the reality check for this match is going to be. The reality check is going to be you wondering what the hell happened after I have pinned your shoulders to the mat. As I’ve said before, what you all think is irrelevant. What I do is what will be relevant. What I do will be what’s talked about when all these pimple-faced nerds who jack off to bikini pictures of Aria Jaxon toss their socks into the dirty clothes hamper and go to EAW.Com.


“OMG….CARLOS WON?”


Yes. And if you were paying attention, you shouldn’t be surprised. It’s easy to walk on water if you freeze it, right? That’s how I approach this match. Sure it’s an impossible task on paper, but if you approach it with the proper level of skill and planning, then it can be done.


And it will be done, Keelan. Lars.


I believe that you deserve to be there, Keelan. You deserve your spot in the Chamber. But one thing that I will show you and Lars this weekend in the US Bank Stadium: 


Neither of you deserve to be World Champion.


I do. And i will walk on water and freeze hell if I have to to get there.

Road to Redemption Promo 2: Divine Intervention Pt. 3: Work On A Sunday

The camera opens on Pizza Boy, still sitting inside of the ruins of Bo and Tye's Pizzeria with no roof over his head, and little more than a sturdy standing door frame and the ashes of booths and tables left of his once beloved home away from home.  He sits cross legged on the ash darkened floor and begins to draw a circle on the ground with his finger.

"It's either victim or god...god or victim.  That's all you know how to be Nasir.  You're either the absolute best or the downtrodden worst.  It doesn't matter if it offends anyone and it doesn't matter if your narrative is true, not as long as it gets you attention and a title shot.  You're right Nas.  We'll never be friends, and despite your incessant whining and crying I'll never respect you and it's because you just don't get it.  You think it's somehow better to say the god you're trying to be isn't 'my' god.  That's still blasphemy, and that's still as insane as anything Nico Borg believes.  I know it sounds hypocritical coming from me, and maybe it is, maybe the thesis of my hate for you is entitled 'Uncanny Valley', but you have a messiah complex.  I'll tell you why I'm not a hypocrite though Nasir.  I didn't ask to become a wrestler.  I was kidnapped into it, and instead of playing victim I adapted.  I didn't ask to fight Hexa-Gun, I was kidnapped into it, and instead of tucking my tail between my legs and running or joining them when it would've been the easiest thing in the world to do, I fought until I was the last man standing on my side of the battle lines.  I didn't ask to be the fan's avatar in the ring, but they embraced me because they respect someone who works hard to get somewhere in life instead of crying and begging for respect and opportunity that he hasn't earned.  You want sympathy.  You want pity.  You crave attention and you demand a hug or a handshake from everyone you cross paths with.  Every other word out of your mouth is Aren, and the only other word in your vocabulary seems to be deity.  It's like it's all you know. It's either heaven or hell for you, and you justify your own weak will and battered wife syndrome into a world title match somehow? You didn't win the qualifier, as a matter of fact you barely showed up.  Putting you down was way easier than it should've been for me, and yet you say you want to show me the 'old' Nasir Moore.  You come at me with zero passion and zero integrity and to me that means zero respect for me as your champion or as a competitor.  If that breaks your heart, then that's fine by me. All that amounts to is another verse in your country song of a life, and it needed a new one.  Only so many words rhyme with Mstilav after all  Call it self-loathing on my part all you want, but I said it a month ago and I'll say it again today: You and I aren't alike.  I'm a champion who gets his hands dirty with hard work.  You are a consummate contender who can't keep his cheeks dry.  I'm an elected hero of the people and a man who tries really hard to stay on a righteous path.  You are a man who wants to rule as a god, because you can't take any kind of love or power unless it's absolute.  I'm a winner.  I'm sure you can fill in the next blank, Nasir.  

Pizza Boy draws another circle just inside of the other, and then starts filling in the center with tiny dots.

"At least you're not Scott Oasis.  It's not much of a consolation prize, but it's something. At least you can lie and tell me you're giving it your all. At least you know the difference between delivering a beating and actually winning a match.  You're getting lazy, Scott.  Lazier than usual.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss the old Scott put forth the mental effort of getting into my head and making me beat myself.  Hey, it was underhanded but it wasn't cheating.  There's some thieve's honor in that somewhere.  It made you stick out as an unrepentant thorn in my side every time we crossed.  Now all that sticks out about you is your 'roid belly and the love handles poking over the sides of your trunks.  It's like you actively traded brains for brawn.  You got the raw end of the deal and it may have cost you your soul.  I've always been a proponent of working harder and not smarter, I'm blue collar stubborn that way, but at least when you were the dickhead who made me second guess myself you showed your work.  Now you're just some jock that's too lazy to go to the gym and put in the hours.  Instead you put a needle in your butt and think that it makes you a monster.  You're even too lazy to speak for yourself half the time.  What does it smell like inside of Monroe's pocket? I gotta know. Bet it smells like spearmint gum and old peroxide.  So what if you can jump me and kick my ass when nothing's on the line?  A lot of guys can claim the same thing, and a lot of them are claiming that and an unemployment check from their couch as they sit at home wondering where their careers went wrong.  You're not special Scott.  You used to be, but you aren't now.  You can't even get motivated for a world title fight.  It's not even confidence, it's just pure, unadulterated, sloth.  What happened? Did you give up like so many before you? Did you come to the same conclusion that they did? that no matter how much you rub my face in the dirt, no matter how hard you hit me from behind, I'll always come out on top when it counts?  Eclipse Diemos knows this.  Judas knows this.  That's why they're not here anymore.  They realized there's no easy way to pry a belt away from me for good.  You can put me on the bench, but I'll stand right back up.  You can pull political strings, but I'll yank the puppeteer's hand from the heavens and beat you over the head with it.  You can try and steal from me, but all you'll be doing is borrowing.  I'm a two time Answer's World Champion for a reason, and I'm a two time National Champion for a reason: I don't go away until I get what's mine, and the last I checked work boots aren't made for long walks home.  So how 'bout you put yours on and show up for work like a real big boy?"

Pizza Boy puts the finishing touches on his ash doodle, adding tiny mushrooms, little hollow circles for olives, and even a few tiny square flecks for pineapple.

"As for the rest, well, for now I've said my piece.  I look forward to the challenge that comes with facing Jacob Senn, and I can't wait to get in the ring with Scott Diamond again, especially in such a brutal environment.  Maybe I should fear it more, but I truly respect what he did with the Hardcore title.  Besides, at least they care.  Maybe their motives aren't pure, maybe some of it's political flexing or macho bravado, but at least they'll put up a fight without overdoing it like Hawk seems to want to.  I remember when that guy fancied himself a hero.  I mean, he was a hero.  He was to me, he was to the people in the crowd, and he was a huge influence on a lot of guys in the back.  Then he just...left.  Maybe there were no more monsters to vanquish, and maybe Diemos was the last dragon for our noble hero to slay, but I hardly find it heroic that he gets into this match by ending a man's career.  I mean, I could've ended Diemos's career if I wanted to.  I had multiple opportunities in the Red Wallz match to do just that, and a sick part of me really wanted to just to cut that cancer out of EAW for good but I didn't.  Instead I sent him to the back of the line, and I have no doubt that his sanity would've eventually snapped and sent him far away from EAW without interference from 'Half-Time Hawk' in the final hours.  I don't know.  It's possible that success is making me bitter.  Maybe the old adage is true: Die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.  Is that why you leave so often? Are you afraid you'll show too much of your dark side and go too far? If so, maybe you should consider leaving for good after I finish handily eliminating you in a sportsman like manner, because you've definitely crossed that line for me.  But again, I might be speaking out of turn.  I worry about the success going to my head sometimes.  I do live a charmed life as champion..."

The camera pans back to show a full shot of PB sitting amidst the burned down building, as if to lampoon the irony of the last statement.  Pizza Boy starts to draw a Jesus fish next to his pizza masterpiece.  He draws an x for an eye, doodles wavy lines to represent stench emitting from it the fish, and draws a circle around it.  He then  crosses a line through the circle and writes 'anchovies suck' underneath it.  His eyes narrow as he sighs, nearly blowing away his art in the process.

"...and then there's Nico.  Maybe you'll find a way into the chamber, maybe you wont, but I wouldn't put it past you.  As a matter of fact, I'm kind of counting on it.  I haven't forgotten, Nico.  I haven't forgotten the time you tried to end my career.  I haven't forgotten that you did so with a briefcase very similar to the one you hold now.  I say to you what I said to Oasis: I get what's mine.  So will you, and you have a lot coming to you Borg.  Unfortunately for you, none of it is an Answer's World Championship.  There are at least three vacant pods you can choose from.  I say vacant because they're not empty, they just don't hold true contenders to my belt.  They may as well be empty considering the lack enthusiasm coming out of them.  I'm sure Oasis would gladly give you his spot.  After all, he doesn't care about any of this.  Maybe Hawk will disappear again unannounced? Or maybe Nasir will graciously bow out? I'm sure he'll manage to wrangle a title shot out of thin air in a few weeks anyway.  Might as well be a generous 'god'. The funny thing is that I'm kind of feeling the ennui that Oasis is layin' down.  I don't care about anyone in this match.  I've got nothing to prove against any of these men.  If I haven't beaten them already its because they haven't been around to be beaten by me.  You,however, you have something I want.  You have a bill waiting to be paid in full, and you have a receipt waiting for you with your name written all over it.  I wont end your career.  No, I'm better than you when it comes to that competitive mentality.  Apparently I'm better than Hurricane Hawk as well, but I digress.  I want to keep you around Nico.  I want to take that briefcase you've been hanging over my head for months now and make you eat it like it's a pizza with nasty ass anchovies on it.  Then I'm going to take this title and hang it over yours until you come back for seconds, and thirds, and fourths.  I'm going to make you pay, Nico.  As a matter of fact, I'm not only going to make you pay, but I'm going to make you a returning customer.  You're going to be a regular at my restaurant of recompense.  I will be your purgatory until you finally show me that you've actually learned something by begging for my forgiveness.  I will be your Road to Redemption, and I don't mind dragging you kicking and screaming for the first few miles if it means you get what's coming to you in the end."

A sudden knock jars PB out of his trance-like rage.  He looks up to see Bo standing on the other side of the free standing door.  Pizza Boy gives a bittersweet smirk toward his father figure, stands up, dusts himself off, walks to the door and points to a half-charred sign hanging on the smoky glass that can barely be deciphered as reading 'I'm sorry, we're closed!'.  Bo's face turns to a worried frown as Pizza Boy turns his back to him.

Pizza Boy: "I'm not ready yet.  Come back in a few days."

Bo: "I can't.  In a few days we'll be in Vermont. Don't you want to see us off? Angelhair misses you."

Pizza Boy: "Oh no, don't you dare try to blackmail me with a baby.  I know that trick."

Bo: "You know it because it works."

Pizza Boy hangs his head to hide his softening smile.  He lifts his chin up and nods half begrudgingly.  PB side steps the door to nowhere and steps out of the depleted restaurant and onto the sidewal .  He hugs Bo and the two walk off side by side toward a waiting station wagon that's already half packed and running. The camera fades to black as the sun begins to set on these soon to be long distance friends.  Suddenly in the darkness, a wispy female voice begins to sing.

"Oh, I think we're going faster
From the mountains to the pasture
Just look at all the scenery
It's lovely.
It's lovely


I really like to ride the train
Especially when I forget where I'm going
I really like the way it feels
Motion.  Heavy wheels"

The camera opens on Lynch casually riding in her car with Daryl bound in the passenger seat, still gagged and looking more resentful than scared.  As if acknowledging an after thought, Lynch peers over her sunglasses and side eyes Daryl.  She slowly slips the shades back up her nose, reaches over, and yanks the tape from his mouth.

Daryl: OW!

Fertility Lynch: Ready to talk? Or do I have to continue riding in peaceful silence with only the radio to keep me company?

Daryl: What the hell's up with you lady!?

Fertility Lynch: Oh nothing, just saving your life from a deranged pizza boy with a revenge fetish.

Daryl: I DIDN'T DO IT!

Fertility Lynch: Shhhh.  I know, hon.  I know.  Why don't you tell me who did then?

Daryl: I don't know!  I went on break and came back to find the counter on fire!

Fertility Lynch: Wait, you went out for lunch? You work in a pizza place!

Daryl: Don't remind me.  I hate the stuff.

Fertility Lynch: Man you're the worst, Daryl.

Daryl: There was something else though.

Fertility Lynch: Oh?

Daryl: It was a note.  It said 'I'm telling PB you did this.' and it had your cell number written on the bottom of it.

Fertility Lynch: I was wondering if you started all of your phone calls with a confession to arson.  You were on speaker by the way.

Daryl: Why'd you do it!?!

Fertility Lynch: Hmm.  Thumb must've slipped.

Daryl: No! Why'd you burn down the restaurant and frame me for it!?!

Fertility Lynch: Huh...Not as dumb as they say you are, are ya Daryl?

Daryl: Apparently not! Wait, who says-

Fertility Lynch: That means you're a detriment to my plan.  Now where is my purse?

Daryl: The back seat, duh

Fertility Lynch: Oh yeahhh, that's right

Lynch reaches in the back seat and pulls out a Colt Ruger and immediately shoves it in Daryl's face.

Daryl: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Fertility Lynch: I don't like loose ends, Daryl.  They're unprofessional.  I also don't like killing minors.  It's tacky and messy.  That doesn't mean I wont do it to tie up a loose end, but maybe I hold this on you for awhile until we figure out what to do with you?

Daryl: I-I'LL LEAVE TOWN! I PROMISE! I'LL NEVER TALK TO BO, TYE, OR ANDY EVER AGAIN!

Fertility Lynch: Ah, so you figured out my original plan.  Glad you like it.  Not sure PB would let you talk long enough to explain things anyway.  Pretty sure he'd hit first and...well, not ask questions.  Just hit again.  Boy Daryl, they really were wrong about you.  You figured out your role in this all by yourself!  Say, mind doing me another solid while you're disappearing from everyone's lives?

Daryl: ANYTHING! JUST...DON'T SHOOT ME, OK!?!

Fertility Lynch: Aw shucks, you're such a peach! I'd say you're a catch but you're far too young and innocent for  a gal like me. It wouldn't surprise me if Rhea didn't notice though.

Daryl: Really?..ahem, I-I mean, yeah she's cute I guess...

Fertility Lynch: Trying to act macho with a pearl handled gun shoved in your face?  I like it!

Daryl: Wait...Rhea's with her parents.

Fertility Lynch: Uhhh no she isn't.

Daryl: That's what Andy said.

Fertility Lynch: Andrew clearly doesn't know half the things going on around him now does he? Otherwise you'd be off scot free and I'd be in your shoes waiting to be pummeled by him.  You and I are smarter than Andrew though, right? We both know that you didn't burn down the restaurant after all, and Andrew can't seem to figure that out. That's our little secret, and you'll keep that secret when you're up in Pennsylvania living with the Mennonites with your brand new, super cute, extra nice, and super thirsty, crippled wife!

Daryl: Rhea can't walk? I thought you said it was just a temporary stinger?

Fertility Lynch: Yeah, no, not so much.  Last I checked she was bound to a wheelchair and mourning the loss of a friend who died in a  freak restaurant fire.  You know, you'd think the girl couldn't get cuter than she already was but that wheelchair makes her just the most precious little beaten wolf pup.

Daryl: She thinks Andy's dead?

Fertility Lynch:Yup. 'fraid so.  Don't know where she got that idea, but she's going to keep it in that pretty little head of yours with your help, which is why you're moving to scenic Amish country with your child bride.  Hey, I guess that makes you a child groom.  Oh you teenagers and your eloping...

Daryl: ...you're moving us away from the nearest working TV so she  doesn't find out.

Fertility Lynch: Man! I really did you a favor by burning that greasy pizza joint down didn't I? That place was holding you back. 
 We've got a MENSA level genius on our hands here.  You've exceeded my expectations Darry.  Can I call you Darry? Oh, right, I have a gun in your face.  I can call you boot scum, but Darry's cuter don'tcha think?

Daryl:...why?

Fertility Lynch: Uh, because everyone says you're a dummy? I thought we established that.  Or were you asking why I'm calling you Darry? Yeah, we covered that too.  It's cute.  Keep up with me here, Daryl.  I thought we were going places together kid.

Daryl: No, I mean why go to all this trouble to make Andy so miserable? 

Fertility Lynch: Well Jesus Darry, what do you take me for? A Bond villain? I'm only confirming things you've figured out for yourself.  I'm not about to let Sherlock catch Moriarty just because he cracked a few cases.  No no no, the less you know, the better for the both of us.

Daryl: I thought you cared about him.

Fertility Lynch: I think he thought that too.  No idea where you kids get these wild ideas from.  He was a job.  I told him as much.

Daryl: What about Rhea?

Fertility Lynch: Pfft! What about her? She's a cute kid, but she wasn't ever going to make it after we finished with her.  She's too innocent.  A girl like that can't cut it in New York.  Now in Amish country on the other hand...

Daryl: So you intended to kill her?

Fertility Lynch: I 'unno.  Maybe? S'kiiinda what I do.  It's not like I take pleasure in it.  Again, cute kid, but a job's a job ya know?

Daryl: I don't believe you.  I think you like playing with people's fates.  Andy told me once that you thought you were a god.

Lynch stares straight ahead as the statement hangs in the air amidst a pregnant pause.  The gun's still pointed in Daryl's face, but his intrigue far outweighs his fear at this point.  Lynch opens her mouth to say something, but instead shrugs her shoulders and keeps driving like the question was never implied.

Daryl: You're insane.

Fertility Lynch: That's very likely, and it just might be what it takes to be a gun and body for hire.  I don't think I'm crazy though.  At least I don't feel crazy, but I suppose that's what a crazy person would say.  I never said I was your god.  I think this Ruger's filling that role right now.

Daryl: You're pathetic

Fertility Lynch: Hey! Hey! Language. So what if I'm crazy?  What does that make you? Just another mortal simp with a gun in his face at the mercy of either a loon or a fickle god.  Now which sounds more romantic to you?

Daryl: Yeah, a gun you wont use on me.

Fertility Lynch: Oooh now I didn't say all that.  I said I wouldn't kill you.  However, as adorable as it might be to me to see a cute couple of kids striking it out in the world with nothing but young love, matching jump suits, matching monogram towels and of course, matching wheelchairs, I'd rather not have to deal with the legal hassle of admitting yet another minor that isn't my child to the hospital.  It's too messy.  Leaves a lot of fingerprints.  I'll do it though, so don't think I'm afraid of a little bit of heavy lifting.

Daryl tenses back up and stares straight ahead.  The two ride without speaking as the radio continues to play.

"Oh I'd better go"

They pull off into the hospital entrance ramp.  Lynch drives into the emergency lane and pulls to a complete stop.  She gives Daryl a knowing look and purses her finger to her lips, then uses the same fingers to pantomime the slitting of a throat.

"This is my station, you know?"

Lynch reaches across Daryl and pushes the passenger door open.  She reaches to unbuckle his seat belt, planting a mocking kiss on his cheek as she does so.

"I've had a lovely time
Oh, the pleasure's been mine"

Lynch gives Daryl a coy wave, then  plants her heels into Daryl's side and mule kicks him out of the car.  As the EMT's rush to untie him, Lynch peels out and into traffic, letting the momentum of her speed shut the passenger door for her.

"All mine"

As the music stings to a finish, and the scene begins to fade, a quiet dial tone is heard.

Fertility Lynch: "He's all alone now.  Yeah, just as you requested....no, no murder involved.  I kept my trigger finger steady despite the urge to pop one off in that smart Alec Daryl's head.   I see the rest of my pay has been transferred to my off shore account...uh huh.  Yes!, It's been a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Bailey.  Would you care for any of my other services?...Sunday? Sunday's good for me.  I'm always down for some 'divine intervention' in the bedroom on the Sabbath. You'll have to be a good by and pay tithes though.  God's touch ain't for free, and you better bring your own protection...hahaha, good one sir.  Haven't heard that one before.  Okay.  Bye bye."

Lynch huffs in audible annoyance as she hangs up.

Fertility Lynch:...Jackass...

The End

“This gimmick” it’s not a gimmick Ryan this is who I am I’ve always expressed how I felt I’ve always said what is on my mind. I’ve never once wore a mask and called myself something I’m not. Like a zeitgeist, like a Goddess or any other retarded things the people in this company call themselves. I am Chris Elite I am God Given Greatness and that is not a lie that is not a false statement is 100 percent true. Now after defeating you I evolve into something much more than that I evolve from God Given Greatness to God himself because to be a God you must defeat a Gawd. That’s exactly what’s going to happen at Road To Redemption not only will the roster be put on notice but the entire world. Ryan you said it yourself EVERYBODY wants to be the one to stand up to their boss yet I’m the only one who had the balls to do so.  Everyone is too scared of the consequences and from the day I started saying fuck you Ryan Adams until now I haven’t thought about the consequences once because there won’t be any. I’m going to win this match and I know I’m making it sound easy knowing damn well it isn’t going to be but damn it. I am walking out the winner I am walking out with that contract. I know the things you’ve been through the things you’ve accomplished and the matches you have been a part of. This is going to be one hell of a match most likely the match of the year you are used to getting those aren’t you Ryan? However I believe most of the time you win those matches of the year. At first maybe this match wasn’t happening because my words didn’t get under your skin that’s changed though now this match is because of everything I said and everything I did dare to tell me wrong?
 
Well let’s bring up examples of how so. I was tweeted about a million times about the clip from what took place between you and my good friend Big Mike backstage on Voltage. I didn’t think you would have to go that far Ryan, I mean you didn’t go that far for Jacob Senn, you didn’t go that far for the perm wearing Drake Jaegar. Hell you didn’t even go this far for Robbie V. You gave my best friend a contract so he can just leave me alone and not be there for the match this weekend. Now you probably thought that was going to get under my skin you probably thought that was going to scare me a little. You failed though Ryan I don’t give a damn if Big Mike accepts that contract like a little bitch or not. THE RESULT OF THE MATCH WILL REMAIN THE SAME! CHRIS ELITE WINS AND CHRIS ELITE GETS THE CONTRACT HE’S DESERVED SINCE DAY ONE! Now excuse me for going all Lucas Johnson with the yelling I just don’t think that point is getting across to everyone. Everywhere I go now its like “Man do you think Big Mike will turn on you like that”? I don’t care what the fuck Big Mike does I am not doing this for Big Mike I am doing this for myself. I’ve won my first championship without him and I could win this match without him as well. So Big Mike if you are watching this B. You do whatever you feel is the better career path just remember though what we had planned after I defeated this fool and don’t come back crying to me after those things come into play. This match is personal to you Ryan Adams at first like I said it might not have been but now over the periods of time it has become personal so personal you went and did that.
 
Hell I even think I’m starting to scare you a bit. What happened to all those assets Ryan? Too scared to put those up. I mean after that your daughters allowance… Well she wouldn’t have gotten any after Road to Redemption now I’m being offered the “Gawd” contract which is just as good for me and probably even better for you. I mean you only work when you want to so this contract isn’t going to affect you in anyway. You won’t have to step foot in the path of destruction again after this. You’ll let the others try to stop me and just like you will fail this weekend they will fail in the future. I’m touching gloves with the Gawd because I’m just that damn good don’t try to toss in any excuses to make you feel better. You know the truth, I know the truth everyone knows the truth. Sure you have a couple of dick riders here and there going around saying “DDD slaughtering a little bitch” or “How is Chris Elite going to respond to that? I’m scared for him” and of course you dweebs would say such things. Let’s continue to gas this man up. Let’s continue to act like this is the same Ryan Adams I was speaking about the other day. The Ryan Adams people feared and I’m going not just verbally expose him I am going to physically do so as well. Ryan I truly am tough and if I wasn’t all those times I failed since I came back in what 2015 I would have left again just like any other time. When Iconomy failed I would have left. When I failed to defeat TLA I would have left. After any of those things I failed to accomplish I would have left yet here I am Chris Elite versus Ryan Adams. I’m not going to give the same sob story again I’ll let you tell it for me. I’ll continue to let you remind the fans how much of a failure I am just so when I get this victory the taste is just that much sweeter. How will it feel Ryan when you lose to Mr. 8 years of Failure? How will it feel Ryan Adams when the man who wasn’t even supposed to be in the ring with you in the first place, just comes along and beats you 1 2 3? That’s where the mental abuse comes into play like I stated before me defeating you is going to drive you back into depression and put you on a path you never thought you would be on again. I came up off using your name yes I’ll admit it for once however that come up will be nothing like come up I’ll witness after actually doing what I said would since this whole thing started.
 
You don’t have to respect me as a man because I don’t respect you as one either. That’s why this match is going to be the most disrespectful thing people have seen in a long time. I feel like an extra Extreme stipulation should have been added. Regardless though this match is going to get violent. This match is going to get out of hand and I’m ready for all of it. I’m putting all of those years of failure and putting it into every single shot I throw at you. I’m physically and mentally stronger than I’ve ever been since I first joined. Since I rejoined and since just last week. You can try to take away what you gave me it doesn’t work like that though and it isn’t going to be that easy and you continue to underestimate me you’ll find out the hard way about the mistake you’ve made. I hope I am part of this big movie you are making because I am going to change the title from “The life of Ryan Adams” to the “Rise and Fall of Ryan Adams” 3 disc set that’s end with you being carried out of the arena with your hands covering your face in embarrassment while I am standing up my arms raised holding up my new contract. Ryan this match shouldn’t be happening you let your pride get in the way though. You are going to wish you fired me. You are going to wish you ignored me. You didn’t though that strong pride of yours couldn’t let that happen and now that strong pride of yours is going to be the reason I start running around the company like I own it. So for that
 

Thank you Ryan Adams.

What is gained from being so vain? 

A serious question for you, Oasis. My curiosity has gotten the best of me yet again. I find myself at the edge of my seat, hands gripped tight onto the edge of the arms, eagerly anticipating an answer. 

You're big, alright. You're strong, yup. You're a force to be reckoned with, absolutely, no doubt. You've essentially turned into Scott Diamond 2.0 and whether it be coincidence or not, your signing with EAW coincided almost perfectly with the undoing of my career. Congratulations on pointing out the obvious, I applaud your bravery and courage. I know it couldn't have been easy to speak these obvious, already established, well known things into existence. What's the end game here though? What exactly is it you hope to accomplish? To place doubt in me? A little too late for that, it's been there for years. To strike fear? I came to grips with all those truths long ago, they don't faze this ego anymore. Your words, at least the ones you directed towards me, fall on deaf ears. They might as well have not been spoken at all.

Unless you didn't mean them for me. Perhaps they were meant for someone else, not an individual but a group, a large group. Such a large group that it cannot be counted in a single lifetime. Could it be that although speaking about me, you weren't speaking to me and instead were talking to everyone else. The world. You're pushing this narrative, this true narrative by the way, you want everyone to know how washed up I am, how irrelevant I've become. How you surpass me not just now, but at my peak, at my zenith. You want it to be crystal clear that no matter how indestructible a diamond may be, once dropped into the hot white sand of an oasis, it can get swallowed up, never to be seen or heard from again.

Okay.

But that still doesn't provide an answer to any of my questions.

What do you think you're doing, or saying rather, that hasn't been already said by a mass of fans and peers alike? What makes what you're saying different or supposedly more true than what they're saying? There aren't any tiers for truth, there's only one truth. And you haven't discovered it, you haven't pioneered or championed it, you've piggybacked off it, off the words of Darkane, Theron Nikolas, Ahren Fournier, any number of names from that godforsaken battle royal at Pain For Pride, and "the peasants". The ones who come to these shows who you pay no mind to and have no respect for. That's who, whether knowingly or unknowingly you've chosen to associate yourself with, to share the same opinions with, to leech off of with your unoriginal takes on this most recent chapter of my career... as true as they are. You're not convincing anyone of anything because they had already come to the same conclusions long before you did.

So we've established that, unless you're even more of a fool than I thought, you aren't talking directly to me nor are you talking to literally everyone else. That just leaves one person, the speaker himself, Scott Oasis. And just as it could only be you, there's only one reason why too, doubt. A distrust of your own abilities against mine. You're not trying to convince me, you're not trying to convince the roster, or the world as a whole, you're trying to convince yourself.

What has the career of Scott Oasis been since Pain For Pride 9 where he lost the World Heavyweight Championship in a rather... decisive victory? Nothing short of catastrophic failure. One I've seldom seen... and I've seen my fair share of failures. Not only did you not regain that World Heavyweight Championship, you haven't captured a championship of any kind since then. That's about a year and half... which in this business might as well be a decade. You've never had any issues with consistency like myself, you show up to work every single week and have had more than your fair share of opportunities and yet? Nothing. Not a damn thing to show for it since Pain For Pride 9. That's... impressive. It takes true talent to be that inadequate. Just look at since the start of this Summer how many opportunities you've had. Cash in the Vault? Lost. Dynasty Supershow? Nope. By the way, on that night... the same night Oasis lost to The Pizza Boy in a match for the Answers World Championship, I won the Hardcore Championship. I'm not saying that means anything but... Then we go to Territorial Invasion just a few mere weeks after that Supershow, you're in a triple threat match for the Answers World Championship and of course you failed. I won my Hardcore Championship in a triple threat match, again I'm not saying that necessarily means anything, just pointing out facts. Three opportunities at a World Championship, two of them coming within a three week period and instead of rising to the occasion, proving your superiority over everyone on the roster, you fell. Hard. Flat on your face. Now comes your fourth opportunity, and if your track record speaks for anything, it's not looking too good for you.

But fret not, Oasis. Despite your recent shortcomings since I made my return to this place, you can take solace in the fact that you and everyone else knows that you have been, currently are and always will be better than me.

Road to Redemption. What a fitting event for this to take place. The only time more fitting than now actually would be Pain For Pride itself. Thinking about the event itself...Road to Redemption. The one hundredth Free Per View no less. It is meant to be a celebration of all the must see moments that have taken place over the course of EAW’s existence. But also starting on that night to create new moments that will be cherished and talked about for the next one hundred FPVs. Some of the same Icons of the last decade are still here in fact, but there are many who have perished. Time passed them by and they faded away with the wind. But of course as the times move forward, men rise up and become the new leaders and icons to take the places of the former ones. That is where I come in. Technically speaking that is where most of this match comes in, only the thing is...I’m not just one of the top stars of tomorrow. I am THE star that shines brighter than all those surrounding it. I am the leader, who rally’s the troops and goes out to war! Against who? Or even what you may ask? Anything and everything that stands in the way of a brighter tomorrow for the land of the elites. I am the representative of this company’s talents of tomorrow. So it is up to me to fight on the behalf of every single one of them, whether they like me or not. Or whether they need me to or don’t. It does not matter to me, because at the end of the day no one will fight the good fight quite like I do! I am the main protagonist, essentially...I am the hero of this story. This long LONG road that I have been on. It all started when I left EAW. For an entire year...I was out. Originally I only intended to be gone short term. I was going to recharge my batteries then come back better than ever before. But those weeks turned into months before I even knew it. An entire year went by. People who were around had disappeared. New faces emerged. The company shifted from Extreme to Elite. All of that in the span of the time I was gone. But I come back the week after Grand Rampage and I hit the ground running. I waste no time making my intentions known to the world. I returned back in mid 2016 to take my place alongside my contemporaries from when I was around at the top of the card, most especially the man who was just about to win the EAW Championship at said time, my now retired brother Aren Mstislav. Just to give everyone a brief, or as brief as I can keep it, explanation of my story since coming back to Elite Answers Wrestling...weeellllllll...where do I begin? Oh I know! I came back, quickly took my place as one of THE fast rising stars, went completely off in Cash in the Vault at Pain for Pride Nine. Then of course I faced Aren at TI for the EAW Title. Beat Carlos Rosso into retirement from his General Manager position. Made it to the final two of the Voltage Chamber last year against Impact. Eliminated a record ten men from the Grand Rampage in my GR debut. Got retribution against Aren at PFP Ten. Went head to head and came out on top against CM Banks and won my TI match earning an Answers World Championship match AND ending Sebastian Monroe’s reign of terror over Dynasty. And then I went into Red Wallz and performed to my best against BOTH Pizza Boy and the now DELETED Eclipse Diemos. And now here I am staring down the Answers World Championship yet again and making my return to the Extreme Elimination Chamber ready to throw down with five of the best in the world including the champion who I still haven’t claimed my rightfully earned ONE ON ONE championship match against. But I digress. And yes I know that was way longer than just a “brief” explanation, but it is very important for me to establish everything I’ve done just so everyone clearly can see the long path I have travelled down and all the trials I have faced that have led me to this match and this moment in time. The story of Nasir Moore has always been one I wanted to share with all the world. A tale of perseverance. Battling on against seemingly impossible odds and coming out a stronger person for doing so. A young man with everything to prove. To reach his childhood dreams, be the cause for the next generation to dream even bigger than he did, and to allow the past legends to rest easy knowing they can walk away and the Land of the Elites will be in good hands. Nasir Moore was once a childish boy who aspired to become like his heroes who he saw on the television screen performing all sorts of crazy maneuvers onto each other and winning over literally millions of people with their unparalleled way with words. So he trained into the young man who stands before you today who may not be the most physically gifted, not the sharpest, and not even the most well off when it comes to who is more favored by those in charge...but what Nasir Moore has always possessed is the guts to never surrender no matter what walls are placed in front of him. Hell, at this point he considers breaking through barriers to be his job. And he’ll blitz through as many as possible until he too becomes a legend like those who made him dream of doing this. For his name to be etched in history alongside the all time greats is what he seeks more than anything else you could possibly imagine. And not a single thing will hold him back from realizing this lifelong dream of his, ya know?

You know I am quite impressed at the sheer audacity of some people. I really shouldn’t be surprised but like...it’s just so fuckin sad ya know? I dunno why Scott Oasis is allowed to even talk seeing as how all that comes out of his mouth is a bunch of horse shit. Do you even think before you speak guy? If so then you’d pretty much see what everyone else sees and hold back your statements before even daring to make them. But that’s not what you do is it? You go all in with the bs that spews from your trap. Now you sat there going on and on and on about how the bar got dropped so low by my rise in popularity and my ascension up the ladder of Elite Answers Wrestling. No! The bar got dropped so low when Brian Daniels decided he didn’t wanna carry the burden of being World champion of Dynasty any longer, so he felt pity on your loser ass and threw you the World Heavyweight Championship as a bone! Because let’s all be real here. In any real instance, Brian Daniels shits on you in all circumstances, even now as a retired General Manager. He HANDED you that world title run, just like how you got HANDED the keys to the city by Crash for being his muscle and figurehead. You didn’t WIN that! And you most certainly didn’t come even remotely close to EARNING it! HELL YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ONE PROPER DEFENSE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY! You couldn’t retain against Crash and Tig properly. Then there was shady shit in your defense against Senn. And of course we all know about the massacre that was the single most ONE SIDED Pain For Pride World Championship match in history! Oasis after the absolute creaming you got from Lucian Black there’s literally nothing you can tell me that will redeem your main event status in my eyes. MAINLY BECAUSE you’ve never truly redeemed yourself from that night. What’d you go on to do with yourself? Oh that’s right, lose to Dedede SO MANY TIMES that you LEFT! You disappeared. You vanished! YOU COULDN’T HANDLE THE CIRCUMSTANCES SO YOU WENT AWAY! Now as happy as I was to see filth like you gone, it really is telling of the type of man you are that you RAN AWAY from your issues like that. Oh if only you had STAYED GONE! I would have loved it SO MUCH! But of course you had to come back, and what a way you did huh? Being average at best as a Grand Rampage return only to get Powerbombed by yours truly and casually tossed out by the same guy. I must say I am damn proud that I did the world a service by not allowing you the chance of another PFP world title opportunity. But then ya moved on to enter Cash in the Vault where you had a middle of the road showing against men who should theoretically be far below you such as Keelan, Maero, and Lars. What happened to The Iceman?! The dominant World Heavyweight Champion who reigned supreme over the Dynasty roster with an IRON FIST?! Oh ye that’s right I forgot...there was no actual hype for you, it was all just hyperbole from Crash’s corrupted lips to make himself seem stronger at the same time. And we hit Season eleven and I see things just have not changed have they? You just found a new authority figure to cling on to is all, because as we’ve previously established it is the literal ONLY WAY for you to have any remote kind of success in your meaningless career now ain’t it? I must say it is a minimal improvement seeing as how you can actually win some matches of significance now, you clearly couldn’t do that after Crash left you to yourself now could you? Of course when faced with the really big stuff like a title match with Pizza Boy and the five on five with your BELOVED Sebastian Monroe’s GM status on the line...you just couldn’t bring enough to the table to pull things in your favor still. Now it is quite sad that you have to resort to name calling my fans as a jab at me, it just proves all you can say is the same recycled garbage that everyone else can. With such a hatred you possess for me Oasis, I was at least hoping for something better from you. But I guess I got my hopes up a tad bit too high when I was expecting YOU of all people to be the one to push me in this chamber now wasn’t I? Now I’ve already answered you for things like the CM Banks situation, my constant targeting of corrupt authority figures, my lack of singles championships, etc. But I just have one question for you as a retort Iceman. Did you not bring up every single one of these things at Territorial Invasion too and still get your ass whooped by me and my team? Did we not still take you and your partners out? Like what even happened to you? Oh ye you got practically two shotted, no difficulty by Tyler Parker. A man who hadn’t been in a ring for over half of a year? Now I already brought up how your Glass Wallz win over him is meaningless pretty much as well as your abysmal FPV record as of this year, so I don’t see the point in going into that once again. But Oasis you did bring up one thing that actually caught my eye. Why do I go out of my way to disrespect so many people and pick fights with so many people who have done more than me? Well that should be very fucking obvious to anyone with basic common sense. It’s pure psychology my guy. If I can beat so many World Championship level competitors efficiently, I am proving myself even without a World Title to my name that I am World Championship level as well. Now a blockhead like you wouldn’t get that and that’s fine. Sure I don’t have a World Championship to my name still. But that’s fine with me Scott. Because when I do claim mine, it won’t be spoon fed to me like a fucking baby, it will actually be EARNED by me and ME ALONE! That’s something you wouldn’t know about though, so it’s alright if your brain can’t process the concept, ya know?