And so it begins huh? My path of destruction. The first carving left in. My initial bite taken. Poor Johnny Nova just so happened to be the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps for my sake, any guy in the right place at the right time. You see it seems that my intentions, my desires...hell even my entire being and backstory are misinterpreted by the lot of you. You see gentlemen, first and foremost, I am not some child who has just stepped out from the depths of NEO. I have been laying waste to poor excuses for competitors such as the lot of you for years now on and off. I come and go as I please. I dedicated my time and attention to trying to make Sunday Night Voltage the best show it could possibly be. To clean up the brand I was left with once Carlos Rosso was booted from power. To help this brand stand out and give it a leg to stand on compared to its competition. And what was the thanks I received for it? I was handed the pink slip. I was told my services as General Manager of Voltage would no longer be necessary. So I have remodeled myself. And focused my attention elsewhere. Instead now I have devoted myself to one very simple goal. Mayhem. Havoc. Destruction. Sorrow. But here we are with the first set of men who will feed into my ambitions. Personally I could care less about this tag team contest in all honesty. And all of the men here may have whatever opinions they please of me. As long as they all witnessed what took place this week on Showdown then they know my power and should not even attempt to fight back against me. It’s an absolute waste of time to even put up an effort knowing your pitiful fates in the end. There is no hope for any of you when it really matters. This tag team match is irrelevant. A simple way to build up interest into this chamber match and get moronic people to pour more money into it. That’s the way this business works after all. I’ve done it before naturally. Brian Daniels, I must give credit where credit is due. It takes a big man, not necessarily a tall one, to do what you did. To just carelessly throw away these pathetic fools’ lives the way that you have. You unknowingly have made a huge mistake and caused a miracle at the exact same time. Finally once again there is going to soon be a National Elite Champion with true power. A man who has the ability to actually bring prestige and honor back to this championship that has been casted aside as a prize only the bottom of the barrel care for and wish the fight over. But with every upside...comes a downside. And the con to this Brian Daniels is much more simplistic. I am going to eradicate five members of your roster inside of that hellish structure. If you are this willing to just hand me championship gold AND allow the blood of the men I spill onto the canvas to be shed...

This is going to be quite the interesting run here on Saturday nights now is it not? To be perfectly honest with you, my own partners’ well beings mean absolutely nothing to me. One is a self centered man who thinks more about which side is his good side to aquire likes than actual success. Meanwhile the other is so incompetent I am honestly amazed enough that he manages to find his way to the right arenas every week. I mean I did make this man look like a complete moron without even trying. But he does the job well enough on his own...I mean he DID call me Lance “Heart” after all. Oh and something even further. It is my understanding that Mr. Black Mamba has nothing but ignorant statements to make about me. First he believes Mark Michaels is my leader. That’s laughable. I serve no man. I work for nobody. All of my intentions are made for the benefit of only one man. Lance Hart. Then he has the nerve to say I care so desperately about becoming National Elite Champion. Fool. My concerns are not holding championship gold. However of course taking the title as a symbol of my power will do nothing but speed up my ability to reach my goals. Poor Nobi. If there’s any man that a would feel sorry for it would be you. Key word being “would”. This is because I care not for the quality of men who I shed the blood of. Unfortunately Nobi, even though I appreciate your gestures of showing respect to me, I cannot spare you from the pain you will feel. I can though give you the dignity of falling like a true fighter and like the rest of these fools shall. And finally that brings me to the champion. Prince of Phenomenal. All I have to say to him now is that he honestly believed that I was a young man just beginning in this industry. His lack of knowledge for a man of his status is highly disappointing. It’s insulting to every man who has been where he has. I would be thoroughly ashamed if I were any of your peers in the hall of fame POP. They won’t have to for long though...since I shall put your grand return to a stop...and in the process put YOU to rest old man. It will be a pleasure to dish out this much pain to this man victims all at once. Unfortunately as I said. That is when it comes to all men for themselves. I just wish to clarify one last time here and now so no one misunderstands. I don’t care whatsoever about this forced six man tag team matchup and I will retain that opinion as long as I must. Whether enemy or “ally”...You will learn what true pain and despair are. As they shape all of my actions!

Oh my fucking god, Tiberius. This has got to stop. Most claims you have pointed out are either farfetched or just outright faker than Cailin Dillon's existence! Any hope that you're actually reaching out as a friend has completely diminished once you pulled out your "facts", it's nightmare to even listen to! And not because I am indimidated, let's be realistic -- that is not gonna happen... but because it drives me insane the lengths you go through to compare me to these bobblehead bimbos in the Women’s Division when I have proven time and time again that I have outgrown them... Did four Vixens Championship reigns not send enough message? GUESS NOT! Did my name as the longest reigning Unified Tag Team Champion not say enough? NOPE, NEVER! Did my leadership on Hexa-gun and the fact that I was responsible for most of our victories simply left your brain? APPARENTLY SO! But I will not stand here and listen to this downright senseless babbling that is supposed to get a rise out of me! The words of a non-believer. The words of a traitor. The words of a shivering coward who wears a monster's mask. None of these things have any value to me! Because really, Tiberius, if I wanted to laugh at halfwits like you for the words you utter, then I'd get myself a comedian to do the work, surely it would get me more entertained! 

Some women are afraid of what has in store for them the moment they decide to step in the ring with a male competitor. They are aware of the physical disadvantage, they are aware of the unlikeliness of becoming something more than an interbranded Champion, and because of the possibilities of having their careers shattered in front of their eyes, they put themselves inside a box where they compete with those in their level, those who will never harm them. That box is called Empire. That box is the Women’s Championship. But what they see as another reason to tuck their tails between their legs, I see as an opportunity waiting to be taken. I see it as a way to exercise my strength and place myself a rank above the rest because I know that nothing will happen if I keep running around in the same place with nothing but forgotten dreams. I would rather have my head bashed repeatedly facing Rex McAllister and Diamond Cage and have a slight possibility of becoming World Champion, than be a ten-time Women’s Champion while facing the same spineless idiots like Cloud Matsuda, Azumi Goto and Aria Jaxon. They are weak and they have nothing to offer, no growth in their status, nothing to brag about but their lousy pisscups and plastic tiaras that compensate for the fact that they can never win anything beyond the Women’s Championship. They film reality shows and show off their crotchless panties in red carpet events, but I show a classier side by showing off my grace and talent by competing in the ring and taking down the opposition. That's the Heart Break Gal that you called a leader. That's the Heart Break Gal that you admired. While they're all too scared of continuing their pursuits for the Tag Team Championship gold after losing a tournament, I spend my time winning it securing my place the finals. While they complain and whine about how tough it is to raise their flags as the top woman of Empire, I continue my journey rattle the competition on Showdown just to ensure my spot among the gods who seek to take the highest form of accomplishment. I am not afraid to getting a bruise under my eye. I am not afraid of messing my skin up with scars and burns, because really, how will anybody trust my strength if I called it quits after a few lashes on my back? How will anyone call me an ambitious mercenary if my goals are limited to a second-rate Championship? I know how tough it can be to understand a single word, Tiberius, especially if you ran through life so fast that you have forgotten where you came from a year or two ago, but you have to understand that any criticism that you may have for me means nothing so long as I keep reaching for the goals that I aspire to fulfill. You have to understand that telling me that I can never win the EAW Championship on the grounds of being a woman is nothing but a cloud that I have already blown away a long time ago because I stopped fearing anything!

Just tell it like it is and quit this dramatic bullshit. 

I don't want to see your made-up statistics.

I don't want to hear about your unsympathetic sarcastic "concerns" for my well-being.

Just say it, Tiberius. Tell the world that you are afraid that your time as EAW Champion is nearly over because you have made way too many enemies and your allies won't care enough to reach out to for assistance for this is your battle to fight in. Tell the world that you tried to belittle me by emphasizing I am a woman because you wanted to ensure that your pitiful words would be enough to make me back off and take another goal in mind. Tell the world of how scared you are that through the talks and discouragements, I did not twitch, but instead I'm even more encouraged to turn the slim possibility of winning the EAW Championship... into a guaranteed ending. 

And I get it, Tiberius, you don't want to be defeated by the woman you foolishly assumed would dwell on the disadvantages instead of the wide range of possibilities and approach she can take! You'd like to take the pessimistic approach because it's the easier thought that comes in your mind. Shooing me away is easier, but knowing there's every possibility that someone you've seen as a weakling can beat you down where you stand is just difficult to stomach. You were not first to speak of me this way and you certainly won't be the last. You should have known that I have heard the same version a million times before our encounter... but do you know what it is that kept me on the path of survival? The fact that I don't concern myself with worthless opinions these neanderthals dig in each other's skulls. They're nothing but weapons that attempt to crush my spirit, they're blades that couldn't hurt anyone even with the most forceful swing. No one is more drawn on realistic expectations and facts more than I am, Tiberius, it shouldn't question you at this point how I have the guts to face you for the title! Girls like Kimi Hendrix, Astraea Jordan and Daisy Trash prove nothing but inferiority... you can't expect anything from those abominations because they are simply not worth anyone's time! But I am not Kimi Hendrix, Astraea Jordan and Daisy Thrash, Tiberius. I am not Aria Jaxon, I am not Cailin Dillon, I am not Sheridan Muller. I am the Heart Break Gal, I adapt to changes, I invade territories and I will continue to grow and collect gold, just as I will at Road to Redemption.

You're right about this though... a woman has never held a World Championship. An all-women team has never won the Unified Tag Team Championship. 

And yet here I am. Aspiring changes. Making history. It's what I've done before you existed in this company, and it's what I'll continue to do. 

So deal with it, my good friend!

I don’t want to fight. We’re friends. You’ve even always been a partner towards the J-Dynasty, it would break tradition for us to not get along. I’m not Y2Impact, I have an understanding of boundaries and I don’t believe any person is my property, least of all you HBG. But a friend is a friend, and when a friend is walking towards a dangerous direction you can’t really call yourself that much of a friend if you don’t even try to intervene. Try to have an intervention.

You think I want to see you get thrown into the unforgiven steel that is all over the Elimination Chamber? Because that’s the type of things that lunatics like Diamond Cage would do.

You think I want you to be the next way Theron showcases the world how he betrays his former title of knight? He betrayed his king, and would surely do heinous deeds to further showcase his dishonour by exposing the fact he has no concept of a knight’s chivalry towards a lady of the realm.

Now I get it you don’t want to treated like a damsel, and you aren’t one. You’re the Heart Break Gal, one of the most influential and commanding presences in all of EAW. You’re someone who has spent time and effort that is uncountable in helping to build this company, you are a gem to this industry! I’m man enough to admit, you’ve been an inspiration for me as I’ve tried to break into this industry and attempted to be one of the greatest showmen this place has ever seen. People forget it because you’ve had the versatility to reinvent yourself throughout the ages, but there was once a time you use to walk out to red carpets and have everyone wish to capture pictures of you, I would know I use to be a petty cameraman myself. You had, and still do have, style, finesse, and ability to shape the mood of your environment, magic I’ve tried to replicate in my own way with the dragon breath and Komodo dragon masks I’d wear. As a teenager, training to become a wrestler, I looked to what you were doing in EAW But…..and I know, I KNOW, you’ve heard this before and are probably tired of it, but facts are facts, you’re still a woman.

There’s nothing wrong with being a woman, the female form is something much more aesthetically pleasing than that of a mans, regardless of how suave I am nobody at any point of time would want to see Tiberius do the splits on the ring apron. Women are much better team players, they communicate and cooperate in groups better than men do, which is one of the building blocks of society that puts us above beasts whom we as humans are neither as strong nor as fast as, one could say women are more civilized than men…..surely the commit less crime, nothing the king of thieves quite concerns himself with, but still civilized. In fact this is statistically proven, when it comes to intelligence, less women are morons than men which goes to show the worst men are way worse than the worst women. Of course there’s less women genius’ as the best women are not as great as the best men, but the point is that women are great at being average, retaining standards. And as a woman, you’re above average HBG, and that’s why I think you’d make a wonderful champion even in the male division….You’d make a nice National Elite champion.


Hey, HEY! Don’t get mad me, this is just science and stats. But if you don’t want to listen to me, listen to EAW stats from the official performance center for EAW PC/NEO Combine.

“
40 Yard Dash
Men
1.) Daryl Kinkade – 4.30
2.) Bad Guy Brandon – 4.34
3.) Ace Durbin – 4.42
Women
1.) Astraea Jordan – 5.0
2.) Sydney St. Clair – 5.8
3.) Kimi Hendrix – 6.2
Broad Jump
Men
1.) Brayden Wolfe – 11 ft 5 inches
2.) James Ranger – 11 ft 3 inches
3.) Daryl Kinkade – 10 ft 9 inches
Women
1.) Kimi Hendrix – 9 ft
2.) Astraea Jordan – 8 ft 10 inches
3.) Daisy Thrash – 8 ft 9 inches
Medicine ball toss(10lbs for women, 20 for men)
Men
1.) The Revenant – 52 feet
2.) Shane Rivers – 51 feet, 5 inches
3.) Dampshaw – 51 feet, 2 inches
Women
1.) Daisy Thrash – 40 feet
2.) Astraea Jordan – 39 feet
3.) Sydney St Clair – 36 feet
 “

Surely you notice the trend?

And sure……

Cameron at one point ran Jaywalker out of EAW.

You made Y2Impact go away.

But none of these things were done in their pinnacles, not when they were world champions, not when they were on any type of roll in this industry, just ask your girl Cam about the brand tattoo right above her tight ass about what happens if you don't pick your spots.

You women have never won a world championship, and every single all women tag team have failed obtaining the top tag team gold time after time. Lyndivias. Haruna and Azumi. You won’t beat me, you and Cam won’t beat Ares and Lannister.

Forget just contact and physical sports, they even make women chess divisions because women can’t compete with men at the apex!

So what makes you think that you can compete for World Championship gold in my division? HBG, I rather we go back to playing video games together, I want to go back to being in that locker room and making fun of these knuckle draggers who think they have what it takes to wrestle in our ring. I’d even start watching the CW DC hero shows again after all these seasons I’m behind in, it’s nearly a month until Halloween and you can go back to wearing your Arrow costume while we watch. But I know, even though Diamond Cage beat you just last week, you don’t accept the message. You don’t get that I just don’t want to see him hurt you in that chamber. You can’t see, I can’t have your back in that chamber if we don’t agree to work together, agree to at least have you and I be the last ones standing before I beat you to retain my championship. But I hope a little rough treatment on Showdown might just drive the point home, you don’t want to fight either.

(We start this promo off backstage with the interviewer. That’s right, not just any interviewer, THE interviewer. He’s got a napkin in his hand and keeps rubbing it against the microphone. Trying to soak up the liquid from his tears. The interviewer is a mess. His tie is loosened, has a five o’clock shadow and smells like cheese puffs. Makes sense because he has orange dust on the tip of his fingers. He’s walking towards David who is sitting in The RAD Betting Agency, minding his own business. He’s on his phone doing dope things most likely. He doesn’t see the interviewer approaching him. The interviewer stops about fifty feet from David and turns back to the camera.)

Interviewer: I can’t do this. I’m not ready to face the music. Look at David, he’s all sad and depressed. As am I. Life just isn’t the same when the High Rollerz aren’t holding the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships. Since Territorial Invasion, the world has gone dark. And cold. Very cold. I can’t stop shivering and my nips could cut diamonds. Life is just so unfair. Why must it punish the good ones? I just want to tell David and Jack that they aren’t alone in this. This whole mess has taken its toll on my life as well. For instance, since TI I’ve developed a drinking problem. Yeah, that’s right. I’m addicted to the sauce. Appletinis, Mike’s Lemonade…all the hard liquors. I slam em down. And don’t even get me started on my sex life. I haven’t gotten laid since Territorial Invasion…*the interviewer coughs over this next bit* of 2013. Anyways I guess I’m gonna check on David. 

(The interviewer approaches David who seems very upset. He’s cursing up a storm while he paces back and forth. His face is red with veins popping out of his neck. The interviewer looks into the camera all sad with a single tear rolling down his cheek.)

Interviewer: See, I told you. He isn’t handling this well. Who could blame him? He lost his title.  

David: Oh what? 

Interviewer: It’s okay David. Let it all out. You’re with friends here. We are going to help you get through this. You just gotta believe. 

David: Nothing…nothing can be done about this. It’s over. IT’S OVER MAN!!

Interviewer: David please…don’t be like this. Things will get better. I promise. You’ll get it back. 

David: No I won’t. 

Interviewer: Yes, yes you will. You will get it back. I know you will. 

David: Nope, it’s impossible.

Interviewer: You can’t give up, nor can you let them get away with this.

David: He already has. Ronnie 2K has robbed me. 

Interviewer: Um, Ronnie 2K? Don’t you mean The Triu—

David: My player is deleted forever. Even five ever. 

Interviewer: Your player?

David: Yeah I was playing NBA 2K18 in the hotel last night. 

(David gets up and looks out a window, all dramatic like. He takes a deep breath to calm down. He leans up against the window before he continues to speak.)

David: You don’t understand, interviewer. I was grinding for those badges and upgrades. I got my player up to an 89. Just one point from being a 90. Do you know what you get when you reach a 90, interviewer? Huh, do ya? You get a bike. A bike to ride around in the neighborhood while you laugh at all the peasants having to run around to get to their location. All of them with that stupid Lavar Ball run animation. But yeah, a true heartbreaking story. So what did you want interviewer? 

Interviewer: Oh well I thought I would come visit and comfort you since you lost the tag titles. 

David: Oh right, that happened. No big deal. 

Interviewer: No big deal? 

David: Yeah, we’ll get em back. They are just keeping those titles nice and warm for us. Hey, they better be polishing them too! 

Interviewer: Oh, thought you would be devastated. Like crying yourself to sleep every night. And curling up into a ball in the afternoon and just thinking about how cruel the world is and how you have wasted your life away. Guess that was just me. So let’s move on and talk about your wrestling match against Lannister on Showdown this week. Thoughts? 

David: Wristling mauch? 

Interviewer: What? No! Wrestling match!

David: Rustling meech? 

Interviewer: I don’t get what you’re doing. You have a wrestling match. It’s that thing you do when you get into the ring and fight another person. 

David: Oh right, wrestling match! Sorry, I forgot what those were. It’s been a while. So I face Lannister in singles competition? Oh boy. What will I ever do? I can’t compete with him. I’m just a poor lil ol’ tag team wrestler. There’s no way I can hold my own without Jack’s help. 

Interviewer: You can do this. Lannister is a fat piece of crap. You’re in way better shape than him and a way better elitist. 

David: This is true. I’m yoked as fuck these days. Okay then! I got this! *David clears his throat* Well well well…we meet again, Seb. Yeah I’m calling you Seb instead of Sebastian. I shortened your name. How does that make you feel? Probably horrible. I sense the sweet tears just pouring out right about now. Tears that will flood the worrrrld! But if it makes you feel better you can do the same and call me Dave. Actually, naaaahhh! On second thought, Mr. Davidson. It shows more respect to your superiors. So hey Seb, how’s life? Before you answer, just know I really don’t care. So it’s been a while since I’ve had to do one of these backstage videos for an opponent. In fact you were one of my last three opponents. Ahh yes, Territorial Invasion, of course. That match was brutal. I mean that shit hurt for real. And no I’m not talking about the bruises or the cracked ribs or the loss of blood just spilling out of the multiple wounds to create crimson puddles on the mat…I’m talking about losing our titles to you and Ares of all people. It keeps me up at night. Most people in wrestling say you should have a short memory so you don’t let these tough losses eat away at you. It’ll drive you crazy. But I think it’s too late for me. I am a little crazy, I must admit. Crazy about the title that’s resting on your shoulder at the moment. I’m obsessed, in fact. I want you to be completely honest with me Seb, even though history tells me you don’t exactly pay attention to the words of your opponents…but tell me, what was your first impression of The High Rollerz? Some goofy duo that are just happy to be here? Two men that were easy pickings from the very beginning? A couple of guys that will be gone from EAW at year’s end? I’m just throwing darts here. Total shots in the dark. But I’m willing to bet, you never took us seriously. You thought you would just waltz into TI and take our titles. Sure, in the end you did accomplish your goal. You are now a two time tag team champion. Here’s a golf clap for you. But was it easy? Did you not break a sweat? Did you not have to roll up your sleeves and get dirty? Did your body not ache after it was all over? Sure, I have my battle scars, but so do you. Don’t get me wrong, the whole point of this isn’t to parade around about some moral victory. I guess what I’m getting at is you underestimated us. For instance when you took our titles, you probably thought we would just steer clear from you. Never to set foot in “Triumvirate territory” again. Yet here we are. Making your lives a living hell. One upping you in two consecutive weeks. 

But I’m not interested in winning these mini battles. But being declared as the victors of this war on the other hand? That’s where my focus remains. Don’t you see? We are just getting started here, Lanny! So I suggest you take a seat and get comfortable for the time being. But..I know, you’re probably sick of seeing my face by now. It seems like no matter where you turn, I’m already there. Just waiting patiently.. Because when it comes to those titles, I got all day. My schedule is wide open. For you, I can’t say the same. See, that’s what really irks me about this situation. You don’t care about that title. You don’t respect it. It means nothing to you, really. It’s just your new shiny toy that you will dirty up after you drag it through the mud. It’s a statement, is it not? The Triumvirate wants to collect every title to help showcase their dominance! So like every other stable in EAW history, no? Just copying off the overused and genetic blueprint. And just like every other stable, eventually the Triumvirate will implode from within. A true ticking time bomb. Which just so happens to be what Ares Vendetta is. When the day of betrayal happens, it won’t be shocking like past stables. The writing has been on the wall this entire time. And boy oh boy, you can try with all your might to delay the inevitable, to salvage whatever this is, but it will be no use. Tick…tick…tick…TICK! But I don’t think I have to waste my breath on this topic any further. You are well aware of this. You with RAGNAROK. Ares with House Vendetta. Tiberius with Hexa-Gun and the King’s Guard. History will repeat itself. And speaking of history, history will be made when The High Rollerz become three time EAW Unified Tag Team Champions! All at your expense. 

I usually don’t let my emotions get the best of me but when it comes to you three, it’s very difficult to keep them in check. Sure, it’s mainly because you took our titles. But also because I allowed you to submit my best friend in the middle of that ring a few weeks back. Since that night, he’s shouldered the guilt and blame. At least in his mind.. While I believe I’m at fault because I wasn’t there to punt that stupid potato head clean off your shoulders to break it up. You hurt my friend, I’ll hurt you. It’s as simple as that. A motto I live by and believe me Seb, you’ll be getting what’s coming to you soon enough. Cameraman, zoom in for a second as I whisper this next part. Listen to me very carefully. I’m going to destroy your life. Flip it completely upside down. Some might view that as some petty threat, while its more of a promise. Jack and I are going to take back what are ours. We are going to shatter your “big bad” reputation in the process by making you look like a baby back bitch. I would even go as far as saying I will take your wife or girlfriend, whatever she is, but luckily for you I have my eye on someone else. Count your blessings. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we are just getting started here. Territorial Invasion wasn’t the end, but the beginning. Costing you your chance to be in the Elimination Chamber. Mocking your family history. It’s only the tip of the iceberg. As long as you hold those titles, we aren’t going anywhere. We are going to be on you like white on rice. We are going to be the flies hovering over the pieces of shit you are. What were you expecting? You see we aren’t like other elitists around here. Most are here to win as many championships as possible in hopes to beef up their resume so they can one day enter the hall of fame. Sure, Jack and I would like our spot as well and be the second team to ever be inducted into the HOF. But we aren’t here to win world titles or secondary titles. I’m not interested in becoming a triple crown winner or grand slam champion.. Tag titles. That’s all we’ve ever wanted. Look around, for a second. A champion loses their title. Most times that former champion will just chase after another title. A world champion is defeated. Oh well, they’ll just go after the Openweight title! Look at Empire. Oh no they lost the Women’s Championship. They’ll just go after the Specialists instead. There is no moving on for us. Our brains aren’t wired that way. If our waists are bare, then we won’t allow any room for the current tag champs to breathe. We will smother you until you pass out. All because of that title you tainted with you bratwurst fingers. But as for this week? I’m sure you’ll get your shots in. You’re the singles guy right? You just blaze right through your competition. But I’m quite curious what I can do as a singles competitor this week. Normally I’m against competing in 1v1 matches, but for you? I’ll humbly make an exception. I mean, I don’t really care. I just want to take both hands and get a firm grip of your neck and just watch. Watch your face turn to a dark purple. Watch you struggle to find your breath. Watch you beg with your eyes to let go. That is until they roll in the back of your head. But at the same time I’m not oblivious to the situation at hand. I know Jack will be out there to have my back, just like I’m sure Ares will be in your corner. Why wait? We know how it’s going to end. With the four of us exchanging lefts and rights, as the world watches you two get absolutely clocked. It’ll probably be included in the next WorldStar fight comp, it’s whatever. So I’m done here. Oh wait I need to end this with a clever closing remark…so, hmm. Fuck you and your eyebrows. 

Interviewer: Got em. Turn the camera off before it melts from that burn. 

(The end. I’m hungry now BBL.)

(Ahren can be seen sitting in the pink hotel, sitting in his pink fuzzy chair swiveling some apple juice in a wine glass, and his hips... Always his hips)

Insert generic only one more day cliche here.. I see Hurricane Hawk already has the generic cliches covered much like he always does. And much like this entire week I really just don't understand how Hurricane Hawk has ever had any success in this business. The guy literally contradicts everything he says every time he talks. He goes from saying he's the greatest, to saying he has to prove he's the greatest.. He teeter totters from believing in himself, and his capabilities too much, and thinking that he has nothing to prove. To he knows he hasn't been the Hawk of old and he needs to prove himself to everyone, there is no in between with him. He's been a different human being every time he talked, and quite honestly it just tedious.. He's a contradicting dumbass that doesn't even know what his true identity is. I mean he's gone from saying he's the favorite to win, to saying I'm the favorite and he's on the bottom rung. So which is it? Honestly it doesn't matter, he thinks he's going to win. He goes from thinking that having people think that he's the favorite to win as motivation, then going to feeling people thinking he sucks gives him motivation. The first day it got tedious because you know what you're going to get out of him. Cliches, and bullshit. Does he really believe in himself? I don't know. Sometimes it seems like he's forgetting it's 2017, not whenever he was relavent last. And his reasoning for anyone else being in the match not winning is simply.. they aren't ready.. That's it, that's all he has. As to why no one is ready, he can't really say. Specifically he can't say why I'm not ready, I should just know that I'm not. But my rebuttal to that is.. I've been in this position before. I've won this title before, and I was the last person to actually hold it with dignity. Scott Diamond can say that no one before him wore it out in public, no one held it with any pride, but that's bullshit. You people know how little clothes I wear right? Clothes are a burden, so constricting, and i get hot very easy.. Because I am very hot. So the less clothes the better. I only wear the amount of clothes that I'm legally made to wear. So me wearing that title everywhere I went was a big deal. So people want to know who the last person to hold the Hardcore Championship with any class, or dignity, and took it to a level never seen before well, It was me. I don't see Scott Diamond being on any main event. You know who was main eventing shows? Ahren Fournier, while wearing the Hardcore Championship. So to say that I'm not worthy of being the Hardcore Championship is absolutely ludicrous. But he likes making ridiculous claims without actually backing anything up. Such as, he believes he's worked his ass off, harder than anyone in this match actually to earn this. Sorry EARN this opportunity... Yeah he does that stupid emphasis on words to get his point across, it's one of my biggest pet peeves honestly. But really what has he done to earn anything? Nothing. He's living on his past accomplishments from years ago, and really what does that say about him? He thinks that losing two matches in a row is the end of anyone actually taking himself seriously. So how does he change the peoples minds? Well he has to talk the biggest game, he has to say all the right things to make people actually believe what he can do, and well he's talked 10 times so obviously he's going to win right? No, just because you talk a big game, doesn't mean you actually have what it takes. After all all you're using is words, and actions speak louder than words, and I'm the one with action on his side. You can tell me that you're going to break my bones because you're the originator of hardcore, and that's great man, that's... Really great. But I'm the one that took hardcore to a whole new level, when no one ever thought I could. Do I look like a guy that would've been the greatest Hardcore Champion? I've been told that I don't.. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE COOL TOUGH TATTOOS! But yeah, peoples doubts about me is part of the reason I've stayed so motivated, and successful. But I'll leave you on this Hurricane Hawk, you asked me a question earlier that I answered openly, and I asked it right back to you, and decided you wouldn't answer.. Obviously because you never answered anything, you just rambled on about the same shit over and over. So again, you asked me what am I going to do after I failed against you.. So I'll ask you, what are you going to do when you fail tomorrow? You had all this hype in your mind saying you will not fall. The obvious answer would be that you'd lose your motivation, and quit.. Again... Because again, that's what you do. This whole week has been an eye opening experience. It has showed me that just about anybody can be a Hall of Famer here in EAW. It showed me that anyone can become the World Champion. I mean if you could do it then I guess it'll be easier than I thought. But like I said you did it in a different time, and the same bosses ass that you latched your lips upon isn't running things anymore. This is the hardest you've ever had to work in your life, and you hate it. While the rest of us just go about it business as usual, because we actually know what it is like to work for things, this is a do or die situation for you. Not because you'll be fired if you lose, it'll simply be because you'll think that you deserved it more than everyone else, and you won't be able to take the failure. Good luck tomorrow Hawk, I would say it was a pleasure talking to you this week but it was absolutely awful. You're terrible at talking, and you should feel bad about life. I'm going to beat you tomorrow, as well as the others in the match. I just hope you do stay a little bit longer after this, I want you to see what an actual Hardcore Champion looks like, because I don't know if you've actually witnessed one before. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two, clearly you need it. But keep your head up kid, you'll be just fine. 

As for Braydon Wolfe, I've seen him talk, he's another human that is just so ungodly stupid I can't even process the stupidity. He has a match to determine a number 1 contender for the Hardcore Title and he's going on and on about a match no NEO. Just through that stupidity alone, when he has the biggest opportunity of his life, I won't give him the attention. He did the same exact thing when we faced off on Dynasty, and I beat him. He's focused on the wrong thing, he has his priorities mixed up, and it'll bite him in the ass. Rookies man, they be dumb. 

Then we have Dempshaw that said he doesn't feel comfortable in the ring with me. Well good, that's the way I want it. You'll be an easy target. You know what I'm going to do Dempshaw.. I'm going to give you.. The look. And then I'm going to walk to you ever so slowly gyrating my hips, just hypnotizing you, confusing you. Before you know it you'll be on your back wondering what the hell happened. Don't worry it's a common side effect from the hips of Fournier. I don't understand why you're in this match either to be honest, you don't seem interested in the Hardcore title. It'll probably be best if you didn't even show up, because when your heart isn't even in a match, that's when you can get seriously hurt. Especially when it's a match like this. A Glass Gauntlet match will literally kill you. A shard of glass is going to slice your jugular, and you bleed out in the ring, and die. Harsh reality of the situation sorry to say. But it won't end there, your face will be so horribly disfigured after all the glass that will also be slicing up your face that you'll be unrecognizable, and wind up in some landfill somewhere. Ultimately the homeless will find you.. Dicks out obviously, because all homeless guys do is jerk off, and they'll see you. A faceless creature with a hole in the neck, and what is a hole in the neck but a hole to stick your dick in. That's when they'll get you, treat you like there own personal neck sex doll... They exist.. Just trust me. But yeah, bottom line is, you' gonna get neck fucked after this match.. Because you're not motivated enough.. I've seen it before.. Don't ask questions... 

And that's it ladies and other ladies... That's the end of the week, tomorrow is House of Glass, and I have 7 minutes to post this as it stands. My final words are, I've done a lot of talking these past few days I know. But when someone as stupid as Hurricane Hawk talks and talks about nothing you have to put him in his place, which I did. But, words are just words, and I'm a man of action. So tomorrow, I back up every single thing that I said this week, and Hawk? This whole I will not fall thing, will be nothing but a hoax. Target Smiles will fail his smiling faces yet again, and all the other guys will show they weren't ready to leave NEO yet. I am the only one anyone should have there money on because I'm the only one that's done this... Recently. So watch the match for Fairies sake, you'll see blood, you'll see sweat, you'll see Hurricane Hawk cry, and you'll see me... Ahren Fournier.. Glistening with sweat, with my newly received number one contender spot, and chance at the Hardcore Title. Thank you for your time everyone, it's been a blasty blast. 

(Ahren downs the apple juice like a thug, and winks at the camera, because he knows how trill what he did was... Camera fades to black)

I'm a broken record because I need to be one. You just don't get it.

Every word that comes out of my mouth goes through one ear, and right out of the other. None of it is processed. You're worthiness isn't going to be proven if you beat me or not, you proved to me and the world that you can keep my shoulders down for the three count at Territorial Invasion... it's not a question of whether or not you can beat me... as I said once before, that has NEVER, please understand that, NEVER been the question. Your worthiness won't be proved in that match, it'll be proved in the weeks and if you're good enough months after. Your worthiness is something that I cannot control, but I can stop you, I, and everyone else from finding out. And that's what I plan on doing, that's my job in this match. Despite the fact that you view it as duck tales I meant every single word I said, I'm proud to represent EAW as it's Hardcore Champion. I take it as an honor, one that I don't plan on giving up. I appreciate it as a token of my redemption. And I am extremely proud of the fact that I dragged this championship and the entire division out of oblivion to the best I could. To the best that StarrStan would allow me to. I told you, don't place blame on me for the sickly state this championship is in, I tried the best I could. 

You know, back some two months ago, after I kicked Zack Crash's head square off his shoulders and was awarded the Hardcore Championship, there was a brief moment where I thought I was in possession of the most important championship in all of EAW, especially in the new era of Elite. It represented a foregone EAW... an Extreme EAW, it carried the weight of seven years of history... or so I thought. As I re-entered the backstage area, I was met with no congratulations, no applause, a few thumbs up from the production crew... but that was it. I realized right then... nobody cared about the Hardcore Championship, but I vowed that I would make them.

Don't you dare tell me I don't care about this title. Don't you dare call me a liar.

It means more to me than you'll ever know.

I'm still trying to figure out why it is you take objection to such basic facts. Whether it be the fact that you've only been in the great game for all of three months, that you haven't faced much if any adversity... by the way, you should be glad that I forgot about your first failure to capture a championship... all that does is make you look bad. But whether it's one of those actualities or the one where I said you simply haven't been through enough to need. I don't exactly know what truth it is that you have such an issue with. Facts are facts for a reason, they literally exist so that you can't dispute them... even the part about you confusing a need for a want, which could easily be misconstrued as an opinion, it's not... it's true. A need is a connection, you can't establish a true connection like that without even trying once, which you haven't done. Where I think you get confused is you think I'm using them as insults to try and belittle you, I'm not. I'm simply taking advantage of the already established as a way to strengthen my argument... as anyone would, could and should do. 

This is my final decree to you, as painstaking as this week has been, I take a great deal of solace in the fact that in just 24 hours the time for talk will finally be over. But before I wrap up...

Let's remove you and I from everything, we only serve to complicate things. Once we boil it down and strip everything back... what we're left with is a tale as old as time, young versus old. Once we take away our motives and agendas, that's all we have. And we have our reasons for being superior over the other... but they're futile until tomorrow where they're either proved true or false.

A washed up veteran and overzealous rookie step into a ring...

and now we wait for the punchline.

You haven’t been pinned either, Mark Michaels, that’s good for you. The thing is you also never picked a big win with your own bare-hands either. Yes, you beat Kaisse with all your own effort a week before Dia Del Diablo fair and square. You also managed to beat him last week in that Street Fight, it’s a fact. But please tell me, who did you beat apart from Kaisse? POP and Johnny Nova? Kaisse was the one who put an effort to get a victory for you. It’s still a win for you, I know. But you can’t denied the fact that you didn’t beat POP and Nova with your own bare-hands. In the other hands, POP and I always meet a different face every week. We don’t always win of course, but unlike you, we both have victories over different competitors. James Ranger too. The reason why he got call-up to the main roster is because he’s capable to take Showdown by storm and that’s including beating you in future. Or better yet, he might be the one who’d eliminate you from The Chamber, Mark.

That also bring up a fact that you are the only competitor out of everybody else in The Chamber that need to be qualified before you can enter The Chamber. Perhaps Lucas Johnson too, albeit in a more unique way. It’s a good thing actually. You don’t receive a “Gold Ticket” like the rest of us. But do you know why we got them in the first place? Because of 3 facts. First, the one that I mentioned earlier: that we all have victories over different competitors, not just one. And second, that we already show what we all are capable off to win with our FISTS AND WRESTLING SKILLS. Now, I’m not going to call you a bad wrestler, Mark. You are a good one actually. Like I said, I’m not blaming you for using weapons, especially in a Street Fight match. Well there you go, that’s the key word: Street-Fight. We aren’t in 2009 anymore, Mark. Everyone always uses weapons back then, even Star Stan, our Olympic Gold Medal Champion. We are in Elite era now where wrestling skills is the most important thing in this bussiness. While it’s true a Ring Bell can smash my brain, it’s not the case for this 6 Man-Tag Match. You’re the dumb one and you’re the one who don’t have a guts, Mark. You are  afraid to step up againts real wrestlers who always uses their fists to get the job done. It becomes apparent to me that you’re trying to say that you’re not brave enough to walk to the ring without carrying any weapons in your hands. Are you jealous that I managed to win in a No-DQ match without rellying any weapons? I bet you are. Go ahead and brag your victory over Kaisse in that Street Fight, it won’t be matter for this match and The Chamber. All that matter is our skills. If you don’t like what I’m saying, then go ahead and do some training, there’s always a room for improvement.

And the third fact is if you’re Lucas Johnson, Mark. Like I said, it takes a courage to apologize and admit you’re mistake in front of the public, albeit he did it just for his own benefit. Now, when did you beat me, Lucas? What kind of fantasy land are you living in? I clearly beat you right in the middle of the ring a few weeks ago in your OWN game and I have no problem to beat you again this week or The Chamber match for that matter. I’m sorry that I’m not worth your time anymore, it’s because I’m a better wrestler than you, Lucas. I’m clearly a level above than you are, dummy.

Finally.....finally I get my National Elite Championship Match and for the first time in my career I get to step inside the structure known as the Elimination Chamber. You see ever since I joined the land of the elite all I ever wanted to do was step inside the devils playground, you could say that is the Hell in a Cell match but in my mind its the Elimination Chamber. Some people in this company get bone chills every-time they hear or see the Elimination Chamber structure. When I hear or see it, I don't get bone chills. I am not intimidated by the structure that may end careers. Last year when I went to Road to Redemption to take care of business priorities I stayed for the event and before the event I wanted to experience what it's like to step inside the structure while the ring career was setting up the ring for the event and when I stepped inside the brutal structure all I did was smile. I had the biggest smile on my face because I had hundreds of ideas in mind to torture my opponents and now after what I have been through ever since Pain for Pride X, I am more then ready to take down all of these punks inside my ring! Ever since I lost my EAW New Breed Championship on the biggest stage in our company my career was flipped upside down. It's like I lost my mojo but do I want your people's sympathy? HELL NO! I need nothing from you disgusting fat pieces of garbage. Their is two things in this world that drives me to succeed and that is inflicting my opponents with pain and championship gold and it's a perfect combination in the Elimination Chamber Match for the title I have been wanting for so long now which is the National Elite Championship. Some people might claim that I should have continued my quest to become a two time New Breed Champion which I did think about a lot but I quickly realized why should I waste my time in a pointless two month tournament to become number one contender when I should just be awarded the number one contender-ship anyway. I value time over money people and each person on the roster and every single person on the board of directors know that I would wipe the floor with those newbies on NEO. In the meantime I get disrespected like I am a piece of garbage the last few weeks especially like that loser Brian Daniels. Daniels has such a big ego after winning his last match that he has to make jokes and make me look like a fool? He is a horrible general manager that's why sooner or later I will be happy to take matters into my own hands with him and show him who is the real boss around here. I haven't had a match in a few weeks but in the meantime I have been training real hard and learning new moves which includes some MMA background now. I took some jiu-jitsu classes and already have a black belt. I am going to be the silent assassin around here for a very long time and will have the pleasure torturing every single person on the EAW roster including the vixens. It's time I get respect around here and show the old grandpas of the world out the door and kick them to the curb.

Before I step inside my new backyard inside the Elimination Chamber I have a little warm up match this coming week on Showdown. Everybody knows that the front office is protecting everyone in the National Elite title hunt from me because they saw what I did while I was New Breed Champion. The board of directors saw that I dominated the New Breed Division for a hundred and six days as I sat at my throne with an iron fist and ruled it until the one lucky night on the greatest stage there is known as Pain for Pride. Moongoose McQueen was the LITTLE WEASEL TO STEAL MY CROWN FROM ME! I WANTED TO GET MY HANDS ON HIM FOR SO LONG.....but I took a step back from the New Breed division because my anger will get the best of me and I am looking out for the future of this company because I do not want to be the man to take down the entire New Breed Division with me. At this point I tried to save the New Breed Division and there is no going back I am better then the New Breed Division. The New Breeds need me, I don't need them. It's time to show the world why I am the future of this company! I SHOULD BE THE PERSON MAIN EVENTING SHOWS, I SHOULD BE THE PERSON ON FREE-PER-VIEW POSTERS! I SHOULD HAVE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS AROUND MY WAIST AND THIS SATURDAY THAT QUESTS STARTS WHEN MYSELF, MARK MICHAELS AND LANCE HEART DOMINATE THE REST OF THE COMPETITION! Nobi is just not worth my time anymore, I beat him before and I will do it again on Showdown. The main man I want to talk to is Prince of Phenomenal. The man that beat me out to become number one contender for the National Elite Championship. On Showdown and inside the Elimination Chamber there is going to be No Way Out because his day of reckoning will arrive and it will be a painful day POP. Here comes the pain......

What have you got to lose? 

I know you love me as a friend that's why you are looking at the realistic possibilities. And for that, I am thankful Tiberius. No matter the squabble we had on Showdown, no matter how much you purposely tried to make me lose my temper, no matter how much you belittled my capabilities and how you refused to acknowledge any possibility of me becoming EAW Champion at Road to Redemption, I know you're just speaking the truth. Your truth, but still the truth. 

Scumbags go on and on about how I always needed a person by my side to function, and no matter how much I separate myself from these instances proving how tough and independent I can be, along comes another one to put me in the very same place. Exhibit A: Di Consentes. Cameron and I have the same goal of being World Champions and we continue to eliminate every single person that got in our way. Even in the face of defeat, we continue to rise like nothing happened as we bring forth a vision of the future aligned according to our will and molded in our images. I have forced Y2Impact to leave EAW, the same way Cameron did Jaywalker, or has any of you forgotten? We have decimated and eliminated most of our opponents in this Grand Prix Tournament there's only one more to face, and all the while we continue to risk our physical wellbeing in our individual pursuit, and you still dare to underestimate? It truly is a mystery why I keep aligning myself with others, but I don't see how that is in anyway relevant to all the suffering I have endured and all the efforts I have invested to be one step closer to the EAW Championship. Don't even bother to understand how I operate, because it seems even someone I have considered one of my closest friend has not the slightest idea what goes on in my mind. But I will say this -- I am not a complex individual. I say what I think and express what I feel, no matter the judgment of the faces in the crowd. I never have to hide my intentions, I am blunt about my tendencies because, really, what is even there to hide? I never force anyone to believe in what I'm capable of becoming... they never did before the Championships and accomplishments came in, why should I expect it now? I am way past the point of being discouraged by small opinions and words that are uttered to discredit me and everything I have worked for, and it seems that Tiberius Jones has joined their parade! ...which begs the question... is he really that afraid of losing his title that he has to cover all bases including someone he doesn't see as a threat? It doesn't matter how long we have known each other, I will stop listening to you and I will continue to do as I please. I was willing to compromise, so we can both get what we want, but you questioned me. You contradicted me. Do you honestly think I wouldn't have a sour taste in my mouth and that I'd just let that be?  The value of your words have faded away by the minute since I left the Showdown arena, and right now I only see you as an opponent I've yet to face for the ultimate prize. I feel no hint of fear under my skin. I sense no worry in my mind. if anything, that only lifts the burden and makes it easier for me to just knock you down where you stand just as I will on Showdown. And I am getting there, Tiberius. And I'm snatching away what you have. You will continue to speak poorly me while I will continue to count my steps getting closer and closer to the ultimate prize. 
 
If you know so well how little of a chance I have of winning the Extreme Elimination Chamber, then fight me. Fight me until my body gives out. Fight me until I stop drawing breath. Such a small girl with dreams bigger than she can handle, they all say. And what of it? I earned the right to compete in the Chamber, I have risen, I have survived and I have won... and nothing can stop me from continuing to do so. You can argue that losses have come my way, but what did those losses even entail? Idiots like John Doe coming to my opponents' aid for the rescue? Two or more grown ass men using all physical strength needed just to take down a little girl and nearly injuring her? If that's your only basis of the probability of my future wins, then you have no argument to begin with. That is the truth of it, Tiberius, but you will never acknowledge that because its not part of the truth you want to  believe in. You want to see me as the coward who hides behind her comrades. You want to see me as a co-dependent bitch who dates her partners just for her to get ahead. You want to believe that the Showdown will be too much for me to handle as opposed to the Empire hellhole that I came from. It doesn't fucking matter. Even if I have to make triple the effort to outsmart and outperform you in the ring, to have gold on my shoulders to add on my list, then so be it. You don't have to do anything for now, Tiberius. You may be forced to watch me succeed in taking away the EAW Championship while I eye on your two partners for the Unified Tag Team Championship.... but that's something we can save for later.

HOUSE OF GLASS PROMO #10: 24.

Hurricane Hawk is shown walking out of his tour bus in the parking lot of the Little Caesars Arena as he starts to walk into the arena. Hurricane Hawk walks towards the training area in the arena as he starts to wrap his hands up in tapes as he sits down in a chair before the cameraman walks in with Flashback and Hurricane Hawk sighs and smirks as he stands up looking Flashback in his eyes.
 
Flashback: Hey Hawk, I just wanted to ask a few questions before you got busy..
 
Hurricane Hawk: Sure Flash.. ask me anything I’m in a good mood today.
 
Flashback: Really.. wow, you promise you won’t push me this time?
 
Hurricane Hawk: It’s all good, shoot your questions..
 
Flashback: Alright Hawk.. we are just one day away from House of Glass.. how focused and prepared do you feel?
 
Hurricane Hawk: One. Just one more day.. 24 hours until we see the moment that everyone has all been looking for: House of Glass. You have nothing but the GREATEST performing tomorrow and then you get to see the best getting the opportunity of a lifetime to prove himself at a big stage once again. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a stage like this and at these stages I just seem to get my name made. It is about TIME that I finally get to see myself finally made to be one of the greatest. There has been comebacks all over with guys, but when it comes to me people see nothing but those departures and small mistakes. They see that once I fail once again that it is fully over for me. I had to work to get this opportunity to even get back into this business. So how ready am I Flash? I’m fully ready.. I’m willing to step into this training area and I’m willing to put my body on the line just like I am tomorrow in that ring and I am going to keep going until I win. Failing is not an opportunity. You see.. you have the guys like Ahren Fournier and Target Smiles who are the big “expected” winners and then you have me low at the bottom looking to come from the bottom once again and grind for what’s mine. That opportunity for the EAW Hardcore Championship, I’m looking to make it mine and then make the championship mine. It all sounds so simple but it’s going to be hard to get. I’m not going to lie I see some of these guys are elite, but they are not going to do enough that is going to put me down for the count tomorrow. I cannot fall.. and I will not fall. I’m tired of being down here at the bottom knowing that I can do better.. knowing that I can BE better. Flashback, this morning I looked at all of the things I’ve done in the past and I realized that even when you grab all of the things you say you were going to grab it just is not enough to cement yourself in this business. You have to do more, and I’m willing to do just that and adding that EAW Hardcore Championship to that list just one more time will do just fine for me. I know the other guys are looking to make a name for themselves and want the opportunity, but they do not want it just as much as I do. As much as they have the potential and the youth.. they do not have the hunger like I do. I’ve been in this position before.. I know what I have to do to get exactly what I want. My mind is stuck on this match and it is not going to go off of it until I see myself with my hand raised at the end of the match and I’m the new number one contender for that EAW Hardcore Championship?
 
Hurricane Hawk looks over to see his trainer as he turns his head back to Flashback. Hurricane Hawk looks at the shattered glass that the trainer brings in as he smirks and then picks up the box of it.
 
Hurricane Hawk: You see Flash.. I’m not just about to lift weights.. and do what everyone else does but I’m going to put myself through the pain and be used to what everyone has to offer. Just like Dampshaw that looks to speak out loud himself and sees himself winning, when really just like everyone else he’s going to fall to me. Dampshaw you want to make a name for yourself? I want you to step to me and take me down. I dare you, because as soon as you make that mistake I’m going to break you just like I plan on doing to Ahren Fournier. The both of you are very similar.. very loud with speaking.. but so low with action. So foolish, I remember those days.. but even in my youthful days I was actually STILL doing things. I was actually doing ACTIONS like winning the EAW Hardcore Championship.. WINNING the EAW Alternative X Championship.. I was building and building while you guys are still looking for that one chance that can help you BUT THIS.. is not for you anymore it’s for me. I will not be denied ever again. I have been GOING extremely hard and when you see me in that ring you’re going to realize that I’m not just a man.. I’m a beast. I’ve stated my claims.. and now I’m going to step into that ring in 24 hours and make all of you look like disappointments. All of your fans are going to come to support you just to see you fail once again and then afterwards.. Dampshaw.. Ahren.. Target.. you’re going to ask yourselves.. What now? What can I do now? While I’m stepping towards the second part of this mission which is grabbing that EAW Hardcore Championship. I am going to make the title that I buried MINE and make sure that no one ever touches it once again unless it’s me. I’m the man of extreme. I GREW into the era of EXTREME. For me.. this is what I live for. This is what I was made for. This is what I CAME back for. So all of these people can look and think that Ahren is going to win.. or that Target is going to win, but I’m just going to cancel out the noise and do what everyone does not expect: me winning at House of Glass.
 
Hurricane Hawk pours some of the glasses in his hand over the hand tape and looks at it before looking back into the camera.
 
Hurricane Hawk: Just like shattered glasses.. all of you kids are just small pieces to make that I’m just going to blow away. When it comes to make or break I come in the clutch for myself. I know what I have to do tomorrow at House of Glass, and once everyone sees that I’m here for the long run.. they’ll see that I’m just the man they want to see gain the success and build from the bottom. I hope all of you are ready.. but even when you all are ready, I’ll just be a few steps ahead of everyone.
 

Hurricane Hawk smirks as he hands the microphone back to Flashback before he drops the glass pieces back into the box and walks back over to his trainer.

It takes a long time with a severe amount of experience to become an individual entity with his own thoughts.

And I am not bashful to admit that it has indeed taken me a long time to get to the thought process I possess today. I could have very well taken off a few months after I was damaged like I did a few years but I feared my thirst for blood in vengeance would dissipate within that period of time. I came after Ares and everything he held in high order a few years ago after making an euphoric return only to fall short when it really mattered - in the ring. The reason being that whilst I was patching up my injuries and healing up in a supposed 'retirement home', my burning desire to exact my revenge was slowly fading thus leading to a sub-par performance. I have no intention of letting the same outcome play out this time, especially not against a man as sporadic as John Doe who for all I know might not even reside in this company by the time I am fully tended to and allowed to officially compete in the ring. This is being analyzed as a perilous move to the longevity of my career but I have no other choice or rather, I am forcing myself so that there is no other choice and I do not regret this any time later down the road. Unlike creatures who do not feel nor have any sense of integrity, I am someone who is bound to compete for something really matters to me. My moves are not unplanned and my intentions are not arbitrary because I possess a name, a character and a legacy but you know absolutely nothing about that John Doe. Your very name emphasizes your desire to stay one in the shadows and you may feel that plays to your benefit, but you will find that competition without emotion is raw and very stale. If what we did was as straightforward as reading lines off a movie script then anyone can do it but we are not just going out there to be watery without any kind of emotion - whether it be joy, grief, remorse; we desire more. All the earth defying spectacles you have seen fellow elitists pull off in their stints here in their extremities, you have done so because they possess a certain nature of emotion that allows them to drive their delusion that much further. I have had periods where I felt my career was a train running on an endless track without any say of where I was going but I have pulled myself back by exercising my mental state. If it becomes unclear to you at any point during our match why I am breaking simple laws of pain, I want you to remember that I am not immune to the pain but rather my burning desire of fury burns brighter on the sword than the pain. You may not be like any other creature I have come across in the past but rest assured, I am also an ungrudging arsehole who is going to end up bringing you on your knees.

Every hero has a desire to crow. 
And every villain likes to gloat. 

It is how our society tends to function nowadays. If a hero is not going about all the good he has achieved through impeccable means, some villain is exploiting his plans to be the victor in need to feel on top. Everyone likes to use their words these days publicly to exhibit their superiority but once again, you are a step different, aren't you John Doe? I am usually able to work most of my opponents out through the arrogance of their words but with you, I have to trace your actions. The common denominator in your career since you made your first appearance in this company is that of a fellow elitist on our roster. I have no idea what the relation is but I do know incessant poking will bargain me the answers I am looking for. It is not the same with me, you can go through all the records and video tapes in the ripped jeans to find all my strengths and weaknesses. You can break down every movement and find some kind of consistency to give you an advantage in this match up, I do not have that kind of luxury. All I am relying is maternal human extinct to exploit revenge and strike back when the other person has pissed you off. So I made a pact that regardless of the condition I am in, I would keep coming at your daily affairs until it became absolutely necessary for you to enter the ring with me. I am sure Brian Daniels was looking out for me but as someone who has been a close friend of his for many years, I knew that enough intensive action would be enough to convince him to give me this opportunity. And now that I have it, I have a lot of homicide residing in my heart and I am certainly packing a piece. We are finally on equal grounds now because I have absolutely nothing else to lose at this point either. Whereas I was lost in my delusion to conserve the longevity of my career before, all I care about is being recognized for getting rid of perhaps the shortest enigmatic ailment that this company has been affected with. You are so bound with the fact that you know so much about every situation that you are failing to recognize that unlike the kind treadmill of elitists you have faced thus far, I will not play to your game. My career has been forsaken by a good lot of people but at the end of the day, I have made it here this far and with the kind of mental state I am this time around, I cam promise you that I will end up besting you by the end of the day.

This is more than just a competition now, your identity from this weekend on will forever rest as the entity that dropped to me. 
That much is true.

No I’ve never raised a puppy I don’t have time to raise one. I’m a full time elitist I have other things to worry about like responding to guys like you. Jamie can I ask you a question? Then maybe I’ll answer the one you asked TLA and I, do you guys get turned on or something by hearing me say I accomplished nothing is it some weird fetish you guys have backstage? Do you guys have your own little group chat on Skype or something where you just gather around and make fun of other Elitist for not having a deep vocabulary like you guys? It’s a shame I didn’t know EAW had a show on the network called Total Vixens. Now as I promised Jamie I’ve accomplished nothing, nothing but a New Breed championship last year other than that I guess the only accolades I have are getting the attention of Ryan Adams and then kicking him in the jaw. That’s why I’m looking to add on, that’s why I’m looking to defeat you because whether or not this is for the championship a win over Jamie O’Hara is huge especially for me. I mean the childhood hero TLA couldn’t do it, you’re wife couldn’t do it. Xavier Williams? He couldn’t do it now that I think about it when is the last time you were pinned Jamie? Probably don’t even remember but hopefully someone ask you this next week and then if you are man enough to answer you can tell the world that Chris Elite beat you and if he gets the chance to do it again for that championship he… I will. With all that being said though when do the lack of accolades mean that I can’t hang with you in the ring? The only thing that gives you a lead over me or whatever the case might be is that championship, take that away and who are you Jamie? You need a championship so you can feel above everyone it’s like some sort of insecurity. You see me Jamie, I don’t need no championship to know that I’m great, I don’t need a championship for me to the world that I am Gawd Given Greatness. That I’m the real triple G then again if we let you tell it that’s just me speaking with no substance. That’s just me being an untrained pup right Jamie? I mean that’s why you asked the stupid fucking question to try and mock me. Didn’t I just finish telling you this though Jamie? The more you continue to mock me for accomplishing absolutely nothing which by the way isn’t true because I do have one title underneath my belt and that’s more than guys like Theron who are being treated like a king. Must be a treat when you are part of that Total Vixens crew. Anyway though the more you mock me for only accomplishing one championship in EAW in my 8 years of being here the more It’s going to sting you when my hand is raised and I’m standing above you. Then to add insult to injury I’m going to pick up that championship and I am going to hold that above your head too just to give the world a glimpse of what’s to come in the future.
 
By the way
 
Why is everyone
 
Talking like this?
 
You guys try so hard to be original and then still end up being the exact opposite. Jamie I know where your talent has taken you but I think you lied when you said you never took your foot off the pedal. I could’ve sworn you went missing for some month’s right after you lost your first world championship I believe. Maybe that insecurity I spoke of earlier isn’t me speaking with no substance. Without that championship you are nothing Jamie. I know that seems like the weak thing to say but it’s true you need that championship to feel better than the world because without you know you have nothing else to provide. No other reason to feel untouchable, unmatched or unconquerable. I feel like all 3 of those things without a championship so just imagine when I have one around my waist again. I’m going to stand a chance on Sunday whether you like it or not. I’m going to stand more than a chance because standing a chance would mean I just gave you a run for you might a fight for your life. I’m not trying to be like Cameron and just boast to the people that I gave you one of the toughest matches in your career. I’m trying to boast to the people that I gave you one of the toughest losses of your career. I aim high and I think that’s what scares you Jamie. The others usually show you some type of respect but you know what Jamie? Fuck you and fuck whatever respect I’m supposed to have for you. Everything you throw at me in that ring, I’m going to have an answer for it what’s going to be the answer when someone ask you how you let poor old Chris Elite defeat you though. Will it be a fluke, is it luck? No it’s not either of those it’s because everything I said I am since day one is true. Even without the championships and the accolades I am your equal I have just as much as talent as you and probably even more.
 
I’m not allowed to say that though, I look dumb trying to say that I have nothing to back up those statements well since I’m Chris Elite I look dumb saying it if it was anyone else it’d be fine which is a shame. Guess I got to start kissing more ass around here, Kenny Drake I love you and you are a great general manager and an even better elitist. Just kidding I still don’t like you and if you do ever throw those boots back on I’m going to do you much worse then I’m going to do Jamie, and much worse then I’m going to do Ryan Adams.  I’m not going to kiss anyone’s ass for a spot at the top and I’m also not going to sit here and keep trying to earn it either because the only way to earn something around here is doing just that. That’s why I started this whole “Fuck Ryan Adams” thing not to be funny I’m doing it to prove a point and obviously it’s being proven. I wouldn’t have been put in a match with you if this was 6 months ago. I’d still be facing the likes of Cody Marshall, Shakur Jones and a bunch of other useless talent who don’t deserve to be in the ring with me. Now I’m a big dog around here, I bring in the big bucks I bring in the ratings and sooner than later I’m going to be bringing in the gold and as much as it’s going to eat you alive Chris Elite’s first world championship victory is going to be over you. Just think about it now Jamie. Close your eyes again so you can take me seriously or keep them open it doesn’t matter to me because regardless after this week. You’ll be FORCED to take me seriously. Just listen though to these headlines. “Chris Elite defeats Jamie O’Hara for his FIRST World Championship in EAW” then the headline for the next week. “Jamie O’Hara goes missing, has not been seen since dropping championship to Chris Elite”.
 

Insecure bastard. I’m going to stand in “Your ring” and I’m going to do what many others before me have failed to do.  I’m going to walk into the biggest match of my career just how I’m walking into this match. Head still high, ego still big and my body feeling better than it’s ever been. Even the headlines this week should be entertaining, heck you probably won’t even wait until I take the title off you to disappear you’ll do it after I defeat you on Voltage.