(We start this promo off once again at the Stade Velodrome. A brief time-lapse goes by of David running up the stairs to get some cardio in for the day. David takes a seat up in the nosebleeds and looks at the ring and stage..just visualizing what will transpire at King of Elite. Mainly thinking about their entrance and the beatdown that awaits for Di Consentes. A small grin appears, only for a second. It is replaced by his normal look of disgust.) 

This one’s on me. 

(David reaches down to grab his water bottle and takes a sip to clear his throat before continuing. This time he looks right into the camera.)

It’s my fault. I gave you far too much credit heading into this week. But I’d argue I’m not the first one to do this. I think getting blinded by your reputation over the years is the norm. And because of your reputation, the majority of your opponents hold you to a different standard, whether you like it or not. It all begins with comparisons and contrasts. They’ll compare their accolades to yours, whether it be the titles you’ve won, the awards you’ve “earned”, or your spots in the hall of fame..and when they are done doing that, it becomes clear to them that they’ll have their hands full when the time comes to face you in that ring..almost second-guessing themselves. Not me. Not for one second have I felt overwhelmed by the thought of The Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava staring back at me from the opposing post tomorrow evening. However, I will admit that I did think your “legend status” meant something. I thought because you two are established stars, seasoned vets, hall of famers..that I would be challenged this week, at least from a verbal standpoint. Haaaa! Silly me! I was foolish enough to think you would bring a new perspective to the table. Something that would cause me to take a step back and think to myself, “Hmm, I never thought of it like that. You’re right.” Nope. If anything this has been a let down.. just one big waste of time. And man does it leave a sour taste in my mouth from just thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll say likewise, that we have wasted your time as well, with our “ramblings” and that’s fine. We insult you, so you feel like you have to return the favor, it’s the mature thing to do after all. But by now you should have reached the conclusion that our thoughts on this match, these titles, our teams..couldn’t be any farther apart. No overlap whatsoever. Not a single inch of progress has been made, sad. If you look into my eyes, you can tell I’m ready for this to be over. I’m sure we can all agree on that. This “feud” has dragged on long enough. A “feud” that lasted only a week really, yet it was seven days too many. Ring the bell and I’ll end this as quick and painless as possible. You’re welcome. Not only to you two, but to the fans that never wanted to see you two contend for these titles in the first place…which has to be the vast majority. Just hang in their ladies and gentlemen. That’s all I ask. This nightmare will soon be over. 

(All of a sudden footsteps are heard.  The camera pans over towards a man dressed in an average black suit. He stops by David. David unzips the bag the man is holding. He reaches into the bag and pulls out his Unified Tag Team Championship. He lays it in his lap.)

Cameron Ella Ava.. I’m surprised to hear from you today after the verbal beatdown you received from The High Rollerz not too long ago. My words were meant to send you away, but here you are, boomeranging your way back into my life. One last time. Now, I heard what you said to Jack. Basically playing the victim’s card and asking why it seems like we are ganging up on you and sparing HBG from it all. I went out of my way to explain why I’m leaving her alone. Went into great detail. Even made it into a joke with my waggish humor, by talking about her being eliminated from Survivor: High Rollerz island. I mean, all she would say is she’s sick of our loquacious remarks. Thinking all we do is babble about complete and utter nonsense…which she is technically right about since we are talking about Di Consentes most of the time. But yeah, I eliminated her from these talks. She might as well not exist. Call that childish if you want, I’m just doing her a favor. Now, I see she talked just a few hours ago, right before you went on and I was going to give her a second chance. A chance to get in my good graces again if you will, so I asked Jack about what she discussed and his reply was, “She’s still saying the same things over and over again. She hasn’t changed a single thing.” So I guess I’m not missing out on much. The same could be said about you, Cameron..but I prefer you over her, which isn’t saying much, but nevertheless, you have my full undivided attention. Yep, I’m returning the courtesy. Good guy David. But this is all weird…a weird feeling that I’ve been experiencing all week long. An internal conflict, if you will. Should I respect you? I know Jack doesn’t. He made that crystal clear. But I’m the “nice one”, at least for this week. Any other opponent? They wouldn’t be so lucky. I guess it goes back to what my mother would preach to me. She always told me to respect your elders, as well as respect women. A message that has been instilled in me ever since. And seeing as how you’re both a woman and older, Cameron, I feel like by default, I should in fact respect you. I should in fact appreciate what you’ve not only done for EAW, but this business as a whole. But then there’s the other side to this all. The devil on my shoulder. Telling me to treat you like any other opponent. Reminding me that your own boyfriend or husband, sorry I still don’t know the status of your relationship, but regardless, the inner voice in my head reminds me that the love of your live didn’t even hesitate when beating the shit out of you. So I see no problem with it. Plus the ink from our signatures on the match contract dried long ago, so there’s no going back. But I’ll tell you what, if I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you have the first shot. A kick, punch, slap…whatever your little heart desires. That shit will get me going and eventually, yes, you’ll get hit by the knee in return. It will knock you out cold. The High Rollerz will retain and then and only then, you will get on your knee and don’t worry Cam, this isn’t going where you think it’s going because well, I have standards. But you will get on your knee and you will genuflect to The High Rollerz, the greatest tag team in EAW history..easy, no contest. That right there is an image that will come to life. Unlike your silly visions. What did you say? You visualize winning both of your matches and walking out of King of Elite with both titles…god, I hope not because I for one am sick of the Ava sisters constantly wearing championships around their waists here in EAW. But sure, you can visualize all of that and then some. Do you know what I visualize? I visualize becoming president of the United States. I visualize marrying Gal Gadot. I visualize becoming a ten time super bowl winning quarterback for a sorry ass franchise like the Cleveland Browns. These, just like your vision of holding the Unified Tag Team Championship will never come to fruition. The most you will get out of this is a “You Tried” Trophy, along with one of those cat motivation posters telling you to hang in there! Keep your chin up, Cam! You can always win the Openweight championship. Which reminds me, you once again asked why I would recommend for you to focus on that match and that match only at this point? And once again I respond with, it’s actually obtainable. I actually expect you to beat Stark and what’s her face for that championship. That’s weaksauce competition, anyways. It’s expected of you, a hall of famer, who has her fair share of singles success to win that. Shouldn’t be all that surprising. 

But winning the tag titles from The High Rollerz? How do I say this nicely? Not going to fucking happen. Yeah, good enough. But David, why do you feel that way? Di Consentes are undefeated as a team! I would sure hope so with such a small sample size. Win a few tag matches and all of a sudden you think you’re legit? That you’re the shit? Nah, takes more than that and I could list off all the things it takes, all the essentials, all of the qualifications, but why waste my breath? It’s not like you’re actually dedicated to being a tag team for the long haul. You’re just in it to stat pad, something your partner had no trouble in admitting. No Cameron, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to lose to us, you’re going to go back to Voltage, HBG to Showdown, you’ll celebrate your singles titles and Di Consentes, just like The Triumvirate, will die a quick death. You won’t even come close to taking these titles from our firm grip. Now, do me a favor and just take a moment, Cam. Breathe in this fresh air. Admire the beauty of this city, this stadium. Look at this view, Cam. All the way up in the nosebleeds. The ring looks so small from up here. Just a tiny square. Yet, come King of Elite, even from up here, the fans will see your face turn to a deep purple, just screaming in agony. They’ll even hear that first bone break. They’ll even taste the salt from the Di Consentes’ fans below them, after you fail to keep your word and lose to us..and yet, they’ll have your back, just like the delusional “LoGang.” Make sense, since both fanbases are around the same age. But seeing as how they are loyal to a fault, they will try to make a case as to why you lost. It can’t be because we are better than you, oh no! Throw rational thinking out the fucking window! They’ll make some random ass excuse. Like it was a little too chilly. There was this bright sign in the front row that distracted you. You were feeling a little under the weather. Blah blah blah. It’s simple. You were outmatched, outwrestled, outclassed. Since the very beginning, you never truly stood a chance and at King of Elite, you won’t be standing at all. 

I like this stadium, Cam, don’t you? Just look above! You can see the beautiful evening sky.. which means come tomorrow night, you get to literally see stars after we knock you the fuck out!

Thanks for participating, ladies. 

(David gets out of his seat and walks down the stairs. The camera fades to black.)

Do you believe in miracles? I do not, honestly. For the past year, I did not train to simply come back and take part of proceedings. I have come back to EAW with the sole intent of taking over Voltage and then the rest of the company. And by take over I don’t mean simple politicking my way to the top, I mean by using the Zaibatsu as a vehicle by which to make the world my playground. I have reaped what I have sewn? Really. I think I’ve reaped pretty well, haven’t you? I have the possession of one of the most coveted prizes in all of professional wrestling. I have the EAW Interwire Championship. I have your mind. You know, the funny thing about all of this is that you neglect to mention a minor detail in all of this: I have beaten you soundly once before, without any help from anyone. I pinned your shoulders to the mat, 1-2-3. Of course, most people remember the shocking way that our most recent encounter ended, but I thought you of all people would be able to recall such a thing.

Have I been silent? Of course. Why? Because there is nothing really interesting to say to a lunatic who thinks it is his destiny to get revenge. That’s all you think about isn’t it? Revenge, stupid boat trips with your stupid sister and dreaming of taking my Interwire Championship. Let me tell you something, kid, you can keep dreaming. You are outmatched, Moongoose, and you know it. You know that you are not on my level and you have never been. No matter where you have been, you have done nothing but underachieved, undersold, underdelivered. People talk about my lack of a world championship, but what have you done other than win the New Breed Championship only to lose it in spectacular fashion? Even when I have tried to keep this from getting personal, you have decided to make it very, very personal. And that is why you are going to lose. You can pretend to lose your mind, you can put on all the little skits you want but one thing is certain in my mind: You can’t beat me. Period.

You want to bring Mao into this, and I laugh at that because she thinks this is honestly just a warm up for future things to come. We have an agenda to accomplish and the first step of it is absolutely obliterating you from the face of this world. Not because you’re a threat, not because you attacked me from behind to end 2017, it’s because you don’t deserve to be where you think that you should be. The Unbreakable Arm’s strength will be on full display when I CRUSH you with a Southern Lariat. I don’t need her to beat you. I didn’t need her on Voltage, I didn’t need her to beat you at Shock Value. I don’t need her to beat you at King of Elite.

You have been asking me a lot of questions, now I have some for you. What happens when you fail again, as you are destined to always do? Are you going to continue to test me until I cripple you and end your career? Are you going to lower yourself by asking off Voltage to go somewhere else, maybe challenge that softer than puppy shit Young Boy Nobi on Showdown? Or maybe you’ll slither off to Dynasty and fight with that ugly little snake Darkane? I don’t know and honestly I don’t give a flying fuck. All I know Is that the progress I need to make, the matches that I need to have to prove to the world that I am a TRUE World Champion and a TRUE Champion of Life, can’t take place unless you’re out of the picture. I have tried to offer an open challenge to get trivial defenses like this one out of the way but you, YOU, YOU. That’s all you think about. Instead of accepting my open challenge before Shaker Jones, you laid in wait like the little punk that you are and attacked me. Are your words threatening my destruction supposed to be intimidating? I have survived Everything that EAW has to offer. From the spears of Lucian Black and Dedede himself, the Kaiser’s Crown from Aren, attacks from Keelan, Lars, and even encounters with our World Champion, Jamie O’Hara. You are not the first man to say that he will end my career, silence me or break my arm. You are just showing me the same boring shit that everyone else has for the past 10 years. Do you think that is supposed to impress me? It damn sure doesn’t scare me. It fucking bores me, Moonie.

I won’t bother hitting you with my best shot. Not just because frankly it would kill you, but because you aren’t worth my best. I mean, I will do whatever is necessary to keep my championship and tally another successful defense, but this is not the all-out war that I want. It’s not one that YOU want. So, for the sake of your sanity and in a display of my benevolent nature, I will humble you as gently and mercifully as possible. I will not sully the full strength of the Strongest Arm in EAW with beating you within an inch of your life. Instead, I will systematically pick you apart so that your family can see, your believers can see, and all of my detractors can see that 2018 is meant for me to become the King of Voltage. I am already the most significant man on the show, I don’t even stress that anymore. People know that I am without a doubt the greatest athlete that has ever set foot in an EAW ring and you……you are just some guy who lost to Finnegan Wakefield, someone who was thought of as a joke everywhere that he has been, and has always been inferior to me.

There will be no smiles for you tomorrow. Smiles are for winners, and I am the only winner in this production, man. You have painted the picture of a vindictive, angry warrior seeking revenge for previous wrongs, but even that is fiction. You and I both know the truth, and the truth is as publicly as you want to proclaim that you are ready for this, that you will win this, that you will beat me and cripple me and end me, you aren’t going to do any of that, are you? Look at you. Even your own family thinks that you have lost your mind, that you are a worthless failure.

You’ve been talking about exposing me, essentially. YOU are going to be the one who is exposed. You are going to be stripped naked, metaphorically of course, no one wants to see your pasty ass bare naked. You will be stripped of all these annoying, stupid ass veneers and laid bare and laid out to show the truth: that all your are is a jealous peon reaching up for the stars but finding someone like me standing on the moon, slapping them out of your hands with a laugh.
I have tried my absolute best to be nice and civil with you, to make this easy, but unfortunately you have given me no choice. I hate to keep saying this, but you deserve defeat. You will have defeat over and over and over again, just as you have before. You have not displayed any growth in all the time we have known each other, just sideways movement of skill and a complete devolution of your psyche. I selected you for my team because I recognized your talent when you actually care, when you can actually focus, but even now, with something so precious on the line, all you can do is be consumed with petty, pathetic thoughts of vengeance. How fucking sad is that?

This isn’t going to be a second Hundred Years’ War. This is going to be a one time asswhipping to end one time asswhippings. I have no reason to completely use my full strength, but even holding back I’m sure that you will fall. Why? Because I’m a champion of life, and you are not. I’m not playing games right now. I’m not doing anything stupid. I’m not singing or making stupid videos and I’m damn sure not riding on a ship. I have been training, preparing for you, just as I prepared for you and Amadeus before, just as I prepared for you so many times before. The one difference between us, other than the obvious greatness of my resume, is that you are nothing more than a shadow of what you could be. I have evolved beyond silly gimmicks, pointless rambling and self-indulgent behavior. I didn’t just acquire this belt by being friends with Kenny Drake, it was over a year of disciplined training, dedicated planning, countless hours of studying you and Amadeus and any other would-be challengers.
I am prepared for everything that you will bring. I will turn you back, just as I always have. Your attempts to get in my head and make me feel desperate will backfire and have shown me that’s honestly all you have. I expected so much more of you, but it appears that Mao and Kenny’s assessment was spot on of you.

Your hands, the ones that sullied the New Breed Championship with their filth, will not stain the legacy of the Champion Of Life’s Gold, the Crown Jewel of the Zaibatsu.
Carlos Rosso…..ICHIBAN.

Moongoose McQueen……….not even second-rate.

⛀Tiberius Jones appears sitting at the bottom of a ladder. ⛀

Being crownless and back amongst the people, or down at “the bottom of the pit”, is a completely different experience the second time around. You become quite a less daunted by the path ahead, you obtain an outlook much more suitable to get your way to the crown. Petty things, and pettier words, matter so much less when it seems people are out to not give you the credit you are due, because you are aware of what you truly are capable of. You know there’s a ladder to the top for anyone daring enough to climb it, and I the brazen beast am certainly bold enough for the journey.

Shame is a foreign concept to me, to not make a move towards supremacy because someone will say ill words or think differently of you is the action of a coward. To shame others, is something people do when their afraid of another person’s actions. I walk these streets with knives in my hands and schemes up my sleeves, and this afro on my head is the wool I’d wear amongst you if I was to be one of you sheep. You think you pain me by calling me out for being bad, seriously HBG? I once pretended to be CITV by stealing a briefcase, I was known as the damn king of thieves, and you think I’ll blush over you calling me out for borrowing the EAW Championship? You should consider yourself lucky I didn’t just keep it for myself permanently, but that’d have been too much of an unfulfilling heist for someone who has tasted the most invigorating capers. While you don’t like stepping into my kind of dark alleys out of fear for murder and…..strangely sexually graphic things you wish to mention, I quite enjoy stepping out of domain and entering these places of posh and prestige, so that I can snatch jewels away from pretty little pearl clutchers like you that wish to live in comfort and safety. Or at least, people like you who pretend to be.

I know, if you have any brain cells, you probably have begun to think me hypocritical, as no doubt you’ve felt I’ve shamed you now and for a long time. But there is a huge difference between you and I, and that is why I shame you, you put on a veneer of dignity when you have none! The only thing worse than people who live their lives avoiding shame is those who don’t and yet act like they do!

Your relationships mean as much, and lasts shorter, than a fake Hollywood celebrity engagement as you hop from one man to another, yet you have the audacity to use phrases like you’re “settling down” when you have no grasp of such a concept.

You always treat these people like the love of your life, and yet after so many you still have the nerve to lock arms with someone spreading the idea of one true pairings and the archaic practice of marriage.

I don’t know who to feel sorry for more between you and the flings you have. Why don’t you be honest, and sleep with every legend that walks?

And I imagine at this point you ask, why do I care? What does this have to do with our match? Aside from the fact that YOU decided to make your should be private life public in EAW, I simply speak of it because it completely encapsulates you as a person HBG, you can’t accept yourself for the true filthy being that you are! You even bring up your weird woman rape fantasies out of no where, fitting for the gender that pushes Fifty Shades of Grey. Your personal life bleeds into your professional one, and your professional life stains my world championship! Stains with so many colours.

See people are predictable, people are creatures of habit. First off, my former stablemate, though I don’t know him well, Ares will return one day I am sure of it, and his strange relationship with his father and that belt will surely draw him to you, enthralling the title in a crazed family affair if I don’t take it back before then. Second off, you’ll always wear it as an accessory despite trying to act otherwise, to hide your insecurities and blemishes, instead of wielding it like a true champion that changes the conversation of this business! Last strike, you who has no solid ideals will be unable to firmly mount that championship upon anything that cannot be blown away by any passing breeze. All these situations are unbecoming of my gold, not even funny considering the circumstance as even a jester like me knows there is a time and place for jokes, I will take it back before your foolish decisions come to be the undoing of all the work I put into elevating that title.

You can play posh by putting on your dresses, you can dye your hair, you can talk about settling down, call my streets where rapists roam and all the things that you think makes you come off as a proper lady above us all, but we all know you’re pond scum, even lower than the knuckle dragging specimen I use to think you were! You think trying to straddle between a woman shameless enough to do what it takes to get a head and a proper lady meriting being treated like a higher class citizen of elegance will gain you respect, but all it does is have everyone on all sides see you as the fence sitter you are.

What is a fencer sitter in terms of a ladder climber? In the world of ladders, a fence sitter is one who climbs with wabbly knees, afraid to take every step and slow on her feet. As figurative as it is literal, as I know you fear this ladder HBG, the ladder that almost killed you once before.

But I embrace the ladder, I have long cast away my friendship with you in order to cast you down, because I know that once you reach the furthest point in the game, all it takes is one piece to change a man to a king.

⛁

1-4-2018 - Smooth Sailing


Revy’s Inner monologue
 
It has been 6 days out at sea since we sailed off. I let them borrow my ship because Moongoose needed a favor, and seeing how he is an idiot that can’t swim, I tagged along. For a hot head, he sure sinks like a stone when in the water. Not saying that I care, but he deserves to die doing something spectacularly stupid in front of a crowd, and this would just be pathetic. Damn Savannah Sunshine, she has made me soft. Anyway, Shimmer is trying to make sure that the boat gets to where it is needs to go, and he is constantly trying to make use of the compass and the steering wheel. But that piece is just decorative, and so is the sail. For a person that likes to getting drunk in the sea, how stupid would I be to not invest in one that can drive on its own in a set direction? Like that would be irresponsible of me to drink and drive when all I can do is set coordinates, point it in the right direction, and press go, and get wasted without a single fuck in the world. But alas, I’ll let him think he’s doing something important. But I already know we are heading in the right direction.
 
As for Moongoose though, I wouldn’t say that I’m worried, but he appears to becoming more and more erratic as time goes by. He’s losing quite a lot of weight, and he’s starting to look like a mess. I suppose that is kind of my fault, as he doesn’t drink, and I mainly stocked my boat with different kind of boozes instead of food. Guy is probably dehydrated and starving at this point, but he insists he is fine and will make use of it. For example, he has been trying to meditate to create some mental link with Carlos Rosso, as he has no way to know if Carlos has said anything about him. He keeps saying he is close. Like he is very close to becoming spiritual. He told me he saw a vision of Brody Sparks bathing in a glow, shouting to him to come over to this side. God Bless her soul, but unfortunately, Shimmer panicked and ruined it for him.
 
Anyway, I’ve seen this type of behavior before, on the battlefield among the men I fought with. The grueling conditions of being exposed to the elements without proper resources like food and water. It drives men into a madness, a sense of desperation, really puts them on edge, and in a way, they become liable because of how much danger they present to themselves and others. This is why I always keep a gun by my side, and despite just laying there, playing passed out, I’ve been keeping an eye on him. And I have to say, he hasn’t changed at all since we were kids. Just constantly either sitting there with an intensity and focus, and others just doing some stupid weird tai-chi slash jedi poses and stances. What a fuckin’ nerd. But he does seem more invested because of it. Like you know how you can tell when someone is really feeling it? Like when they aren’t going to shoot for thrills, but to kill? Essentially, someone that just doesn’t care anymore who they hurt, including themselves. What can I say, that’s how I try to live, but atleast I keep calm and look cool doing it. He however, well, let’s just say he doesn’t seem to care how stupid he looks. (Moongoose is shown doing yips and yells, while doing flips and kicks, and…. Dance fighting?)
 
Now people will say, that means they have no shame. But I was always taught in this family that it really means there are no boundaries we aren’t afraid to cross. It’s brave and bold, and nothing more, and that is how we should live. I always felt like Moongoose always tried too hard to please others. He also tried too hard to abide by a code or a sense or moral. But with all these nonsense he has been spewing the last few days, he has ultimately admitted he was just being selfish and saying things aren’t going the way he wants it to go, and he’s being a big baby over it. Ugh, it’s times like this, I wish I can just rub a little rum on the lips of the baby, or atleast just put a bullet to the head of a grown ass man, but unfortunately, I’m related to it. And now, as I watch him, here is doing the same old talk he has done the past 2 days every hour to make sure Carlos hears him. Yes, he has officially become insane, and thinks he is a telepath or a jedi master. I kid you know. He has spent hours and hours screaming, “I am a Jedi! I Am the Destined One to bring balance to the force!”
 
God, I hope this never gets out to the public.


(Camera pans over to Moongoose screaming to the sea, acting almost as if he is seeing Carlos Rosso right before his eyes in a distance)
 
 
Moongoose: Carlos?!! CARLOS?!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!! THESE PAST FEW DAYS I’VE BECOME EVEN STRONGER!! Both physically and mentally! I’m going to assume with lack of hearing anything from you that you are avoiding me. NO, ITS NOT THE LACK OF SOCIAL MEDIA OR A NEWS OUTLET. I JUST KNOW YOU ARE SILENT!  But whether it’s by land, by sea, or air, I’m going to find you. I’m gonna getcha, and I’m going to make you pay. I’LL BE TEARING YA APART … CARLOS!!
 
You think being quiet is going to intimidate me? You’re wrong, you are so wrong. If anything, it makes me want to fight you even more. And this isn’t just one week of pent anger. How long ago has it been since you sucker punched me at Territorial Invasion? That was what? November? Don’t think I forget. Don’t think I don’t remember giving everything I got, watching your back, securing wins, and giving my best, only for you to take it for granted for your own selfish gain. Oh, hoooo. And it’s bad enough you didn’t even take responsibility for that loss. You had the audacity to say it was your team walked out on you. But why the hell would we walk out on you when we were winning? BECAUSE YOU ARE A MOTHER FUCKIN ASSHOLE!! But you know, there is a reason why you chose me for that team. Because I’m an asshole too, but in the end, anything you can do. I bet I can suuuuuuuuuuuure do better than you, and I’m going to be the asshole that cut your reign short. Yes Siree. And just when you think it’s over, oh no way. Because I still didn’t forget about that tart, Mao. I won’t let her go out and find another Carlos Rosso so she can spread that filth and disease around. I’m not going to let her set foot in what she thinks is her business, when she doesn’t even have the balls to step in it and fight for it herself. You think she is so tough? But what she do to you, Carlos? Told you would never make it without your help? She hit you with a hard dose of reality? Well, Carlos, I’ll tell you right here and now, no matter what happens, whether I’m involved or not, you will never be the world champion you so desperately claim you deserve.
 

Oh yes, there ain’t no stopping me from making your life a living hell unless you can do better than shock gloves. Was that the best you got? That arm of yours? Well how about I save you the trouble of trying by breaking it. Then truly, you would never have to lift a finger ever again to get what you want handed to you. COME ON CARLOS!! Say something back! I’m not going anywhere here! I’m waiting for you to say something! I’ll wait here for days, because it’s really no different than when Kenny purposely kept you away from me. But know that after I knocked your punk ass bitch on Voltage, if you don’t show up or say anything, it will only prove exactly why you don’t deserve to carry that belt. Come at me, bruh! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT?!! Would you like me to turn my back for you so that you’ll actually do it? Would you like me to carry those gloves for you and put them on you and stand still? What is it going to take for you to actually do something by yourself against me? You going to tell me Talk is cheap? Well, your title win was cheap and it shouldn’t even count. Let it go into the bargain bin of Carlos Rosso’s greatest accomplishment for no one to care, but you best believe that the most satisfying thing that is going to come out of your title reign is how badly you are going to get your ass kicked losing it. It will be amazing, electrifying, and spectacular! FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC!!  And this time, Carlos, you can take all the damn credit you want for it. Why? Because YOU DESERVED IT! YOU DESERVED IT!! YOU…DESERVED….IT!! You will reap what you sow, and as for me? Well, keep that belt nice and shiny for me, because I’m going to want to see the smile on my face when I grab it out of your broken hands.


(Moongoose lets off a fake evil laugh as Revy is just shaking her head left and right over how ridiculous this look)

Here we are once again….

How many times are we going to have to do this same song and dance, Jacob Senn? How many times must we have to fight? I really wish that we could have called it a day at the last match that we had but then you go ahead and dig our rivalry back up by giving me a reason to despise you once more. Given the way your career was going you weren't even on my radar but you just had to do it didn't you? You had to run down that ramp and attack Nasir Moore - or Escobar, or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself this year - in the middle of our King of Elite match! You could have handled your business with that man either before or after the match but instead you chose to drag me into this by going out of your way to screw me over and cost me the one thing I had left to look forward to. After three years of waiting to get the crown this year's tournament was the most certain I had felt about it. It was in my sight, nobody left in that field was better than me! Shit, the man who ended up being our representative in the end already had two straight losses to me. I could have been in his place but you, wanting so badly to get attention, trying so hard to compensate for your failures and looking like a big man, barged in and made that main event all about you! You want to be relevant so badly, you wish you could be a factor in pro wrestling again and so you're willing to do anything to get that fame. Well congratulations, you managed to creep your way back at the forefront. The headlines got your name on them, the commercials are talking about your antics and hey, you got a singles match on one of the Big Five. You have the people's attention. Most importantly MY attention and trust me when I say that that does not bode well for you and your well being. I guess that doesn't matter to you though as long as people are talking about you again. 

You’re probably jumping for joy at this match seeing as you now have a "chance" to get back on the right track and it shows. On TV you have been all gung ho about running into this fight with me, as evident by that attack from behind last time on Dynasty. Real ballsy move....It almost seemed as if you had forgotten what happened to you a few years ago, but thankfully you proved me wrong in that account. I heard your comments from earlier this week outside of the ring and you mentioned it yourself how I was unlike anyone else you faced. You were carrying yourself a bit differently from the person who was acting like he was going to tear my head off on Dynasty. It gave me hope that you smartened up and why wouldn’t you? Last time we fought I changed the way people viewed you, for the first time you were introduced to someone was leagues above you. Jacob Senn, the man who can keep up with anyone, was made to look like a rookie. I brutalized you with no weapons needed, no cheating tactics, no outside interference, nothing but my own two hands. Everyone else you have ever fought win or lose, the match was still reasonable, you were equal. Forget about Mr. DEDEDE's match with you at Pain For Pride, at least you were able to lay your hands on him, it was ME gave you the most humiliating loss of your career that night. Our encounter wasn't even close, the matches aren't even comparable, let alone the other experiences being above what I did to you, and that's the most puzzling thing about your video to me. You made it obvious that you didn’t smarten up at all, in fact you're already looking past this. You put other priorities above me. You harped so much about wanting to come back from that loss to DEDEDE and finally beating Nasir like they're the biggest issues you have on your plate meanwhile you're heading into a contest with me in just a matter of days. You can say otherwise but at the end of the day I was brought up in last in your conversation; you acted as if I were going to be a mere side note in the grand scheme of things. When it came to this rematch and the result there was no talk of obsessive plotting or training for it, no months of waiting for redemption like you have with those other two, you just choose to believe that you can magically learn from our last match and get a victory. 

One would think you'd head into this with much more caution instead of blindly thinking you've become better from it. You talk about entering this as the underdog this time around yet you had no issue trying to act like a badass and jump me head on. If this is a match that you dwelled on and took such serious notes about how come you never bothered to call me out like you have been doing with your past enemies? Deep down you know beating me isn't as feasible as the other two men, you took your shameful loss and moved on out of fear. You mentally blocked me out a long time ago and probably wouldn't have bothered to revisit our feud until I publicly called you out for this match. Tell me, how have you been able to better yourself in preparation for this match? What wins do you have to back it up, what footage have you studied? You don't just somehow improve from a beating like that simply because you're a few years removed from it. You don't just "learn" to withstand a barrage of strikes, you don't just "learn" to get up from the kind of offense I deliver in that ring. You're right that you’re a different man than you were when we last faced but it's not because you've made any improvements, it's because your career is on its last legs. You're at your career low point right now yet somehow feel comfortable placing yourself into a situation that you couldn't handle when you were prime. I've always had your number Senn, even before I delivered my infamous ten powerbombs. We faced in almost this exact circumstance before: you wanting to redeem yourself after falling off against a big rival and me getting caught in the crossfire. Months before our Dynasty supershow encounter I had beat you to retain my world title. During this time you were so focused on spiting Zack Crash you ignored my capabilities and instead saw our match as a win that had to happen, one that would fit the narrative of you climbing up the ranks to get to the bigger opponent. Does this sound familiar? You're as stupid now as you were during our battles back in 2016. You're in the same place mentally and in a worse place physically. Meanwhile I'm better than ever for this match and have a greater motivation than last time on on top of that. Before I had something to prove to myself and the critics, I didn't even have a direct issue with you when I bloodied you in that ring, I just wanted to show the audience I could still go after Pain For Pride. Now it's personal; now it is just flat out anger at you. You're not a stand in for the people I have beef with this go around, you're not an opportunity for me to show off, right now you're a piece of shit who robbed me of what I desired more than anything else and all I want to do is get vengeance for how you wronged me. Do you not understand this? You act like you know what's in store but it appears you haven't truly comprehended it yet, you see this major challenge and default by saying you’re going to win yet you have no idea HOW. The victory is just meant to come together and fall into your lap by the grace of God. I hate to break it to you Senn but this isn't some quick match you can use to get you out of your slump, I'm not one of those bums on the Dynasty lowcard or another over confident meathead, I have a proven track record and you know that.

I just don’t get it. In your current state there is no reason for you to feel safe, no excuse to step up to me in the way you have yet here you are, throwing all of these shots at me, disrespecting me as if I haven't lapped you as a superior a long time ago. You can survive this, you're right in that regard but you went well past your actual options for this match when thinking that a potential victory was on the table. You are so desperately trying to convince everyone you're going to turn your career around and pull off this big win against me. You spent so much time talking about what I can do in that ring and what I’m capable of but It’s like they’re just meaningless words to you. They reinforce how much of a top competitor you are and incentivize your win. In your mind you can weather the storm. Everything is going to be alright in the end if you just take the pain and keep on moving. Better man have tried that strategy and look how they turned out, Senn. Nine times out of ten underdogs don’t actually win in real life, they get pummeled. I don't even think you actually believe an underdog win is going to happen, you're just wishing for it. You want a comeback story so bad. There are so many classic tales in not just wrestling but in sports of people suffering major setbacks and returning to top form and getting their storybook endings. To you this is just another one of those stories and I'm playing the role of a chapter in your life that you're about to flip right past. It all flows together so well: you beat me, you beat Nas, you beat DEDEDE and then you go on and become a champion again! You have to beat me because it's the only way for your journey to make sense. Before you redeem yourself against Nas and later DEDEDE, you have to get one over your original bad defeat, the smaller obstacle in your mind. I'm just an odd for you to overcome in the overarching story of how rebellious Jacob Senn burns Dynasty down and makes everyone kneel to him once again! My previous dominance of you only serves as added drama, something that will make the win you so desperately desire look all the more spectacular. You've openly put yourself in the position as the little guy who is going to scrape on by, you have created this set-up of David versus Goliath!

You want to force this story, your own thrown together "reality" into existence. A reality where you can be the "MAN" again. You want this all to happen so you don’t have to face the actual world, a world where the climate of wrestling changes and some people can't keep up...a climate we're currently living in where Jacob Senn is one of those people and does not fit as a main eventer anymore. I’m sure you tensed up when hearing that. That is a hard pill to swallow, isn’t it? It hurts your pride having to take that, you don’t want to admit that it's true! We’re in a climate where Jacob Senn can’t lead the pack anymore. Jacob Senn is now middle of the road and your enemies, the people who you want to redeem yourself against, are all examples of your physical limitations. They are your leaders now instead of your peers, they are the top dogs in the current environment of EAW and that's why their defeats of you eat away at you so much. While you're falling off after three years Mr. DEDEDE has managed to adapt and keep himself on top for almost a decade now and with the case of Nasir Escobar, he's coming in and filling the role you occupied since you came into EAW. He's become your successor and has eclipsed you in popularity. Hell, look at me, we came up around similar times and yet we’re so far apart in status. I have kept my career fresh every year, I get better and better in fact. The reason why you're so angry at the world and acting out is because you can't keep up with your former contemporaries. Nasir did nothing at the end of the day, Mr. DEDEDE closed your feud by beating you and then he kept it moving, he won't even acknowledge your cries for attention after he shat all over your soul at Pain For Pride. There’s no reason for you to be hung up on them other than your own personal insecurities. You've been met with failure after failure meanwhile the people around you are still finding ways to keep on moving and do good for themselves. Your legacy, your reputation, all of your beliefs that you have held true have been falling apart around you. You have nothing left anymore. You haven't contributed anything of worth since your World Heavyweight Championship reign, ever since all you have done is decline in skill. Dynasty is not defined by you and can continue to exist without you. If you have any common sense you should be able to see that. I have done a much better job of carrying this brand than you ever have. Even when you had the belt I was a bigger deal than you. You don't want this match Senn, it's just going to expose you further. I'm sure you know the result, I realize now you're talking this big game for show. In the back of your mind you recognize that you have no chance of leading this movement on Dynasty or taking the industry over again like you once did. It's just that this is your last stand. You HAVE to believe, you HAVE to try, even if it's futile. The desperate side of you is taking over and making you act irrational. I'm doing you a favor overall, I'm knocking some sense into you. Your peak has been passed, you're not moving on from this. There is no comeback for you. You treat this match like a pit-stop, something that will add to this delusional narrative you're crafting but really it’s just me piling on to to an already miserable current run. This is no side-plot or practice contest, I’m not here to give you your win back or make you feel better before you head off into next big match, this is me letting out frustration, this is me going 3-0. I honestly wish I didn’t even waste my time doing this, I’m helping you by doing this seeing as you needed this match more than anything, you needed the clout that I am giving you at the moment because without it nobody would have even gave a fuck that you weren't on the show. You can act like people are closely watching your climb back to the top and watching out for you to make moves again but face it: the masses don't give a shit about Jacob Senn or what he has to do, but they will take a glance at whoever he piggybacks on for relevance. I'm gifting you a high tier match. I am giving you what you hoped to get from Nas and DEDEDE; you're nipping at their ankles hoping they'll drop down to your level and bless you with a big match. On Dynasty you're the equivalent of a beaten down man begging on the street with his hand out; someone who has fallen off and is down on his luck, forgotten by society. You are someone who is being left out in the cold to die off. This brand was once your home but now you have been removed from it. You are in no place to challenge me as the standard bearer of Dynasty, you don't even measure up to half of the man that I am! How can you break me when you can't even topple Tomi Venus? The window closed for you to be on my level long, long ago! You had one last hurrah in early 2017, hold onto that, remember that fondly. That magic has vanished though. You can try to catch lightning in a bottle again but you’re just going to set yourself ablaze in the process.

You won't be reclaiming your place at the throne anytime soon but there is a placing for you in the hierarchy. At King of Elite I'm putting you in a spot right next to Tyler Parker for Elitists who need to be left in 2017. A former King of the world, turned jester in the eyes of many. Get accustomed to rock bottom Senn, this is where you’ll be staying for the rest of your time in this business.

(We start this promo off in La Vieilla Charité, a museum in Marseille, France. David Davidson is spotted getting a tour. He is in a sharp three piece suit and has his Unified Tag Team Championship resting on his shoulder. He is accompanied by an unknown woman who could be his girlfriend, a fling, or just a friend. He’s taking it all in, paying close attention to the artifacts..just appreciating the hard work and skill put into each masterpiece. His smug looking face actually has a genuine smile painted on it, with a hint of humbleness. He knows there is an EAW cameraman there, for he invited him. He finds a bench and sits down. The expression on his face quickly turns into a cold stare, with little emotion shown. He readjusts the title on his shoulder before speaking.)

Time. It is our most valuable asset, yet we tend to waste it, kill it, and spend it, rather than invest it. A thought that has stuck with me for the past decade. Words.. actually no, WISDOM, that was passed down to me from a marketing and business teacher back in high school. Looking back at it, I was never the best student. Just like today’s youth, I thought I already knew everything that I needed to know once I entered the “real world.” I just remember going from classroom to classroom during the long seven hour school day. “Learning” about the various subjects our school had to offer. Yet, no matter the classroom I was in, I would go sit in the back, doze off, and then usually get sent to the principal’s office where I’d get a stern talking to about how I was supposedly throwing my life away. Ha, I’d like to think it all worked out in the end. Yes, that was in fact a last laugh. Just like Jack and I will get the last laugh come King of Elite. Now, what is up with this theme? This theme of time? Normally I don’t talk about this influential bullshit like most EAW elitists do, where they go on and on about life and how we can better ourselves by overcoming certain odds or certain struggles. That’s not in my wheelhouse. Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care..but I digress. There’s a reason why I thought of that time quote and it’s all because of your current EAW Champion, The Heart Break Gal. And damn, she sure broke my heart when I decided to take time out of my day to listen to her speak out about this match. 

So I listened, yeah that’s right, I actually listened to my opponents today, crazy concept right? It must be a skill that neither HBG or Cameron have mastered. They’ll get there eventually, though. So I put everything on hold, while listening to her dialogue. But I didn’t get very far. I got to the point where she complained and said, “We have to sit through these pointless ramblings.” Ramblings, huh? Are those what my thoughts and opinions are to you? Very well. I’m not going to argue with you on this. It’s become quite clear that you think we are only wasting your time. That’s fine. I’m sure Jack won’t let you off the hook so easily, and no, contrary to your own belief, I’m not Jack. Time is valuable, isn’t that right HBG? It’s something you can never buy more of. Once it’s gone, it’s gone. So I’ll tell you what, “champ”..I’ll do you a favor. I’m cutting you out of this. You will no longer get any special shout outs from yours truly. You’ll get very minimal mentions, since I’m sure your name will pop up every now and then when talking to your partner. So pretend for a second. Pretend I’m writing on a piece of paper right now. Pretend I’m putting it in a tribal pot. Now pretend I’m Jeff Probst. I’m reaching into the pot now. I’m grabbing the piece of paper. And the next person voted off The High Rollerz island…and this is where I reveal what’s written on it..The Heart Break Gal. Now give me your fucking torch so I can put it out, then go walk across that dangerous wobbly bridge, fingers crossed you fall through and boom. Heart Break Gal is gone from my memory. Don’t like it? Fine let’s change it to some random ass game show like oh I don’t know, The Weakest Link? Okay David it’s time to vote off who you don’t want moving onto the next round. Oh, ok me. I choose HBG because she couldn’t bank us any money. Oh ok, The Heart Break Gal, you are the weakest link, goodbye. And good riddance. Now you can return to talking to the ghost of Tiberius. Exciting stuff. 

(David gets off the bench and walks out of the museum. We transition to his hotel room with the unknown woman, she goes in the bathroom and turns on the shower, while David goes to sit at the table near the window. He admires the view for a second, before he talks once more.)

And then there’s the other half, Cameron Ella Ava. Unlike HBG, I’ve taken a liking to you, you know that? It’s true. So therefore, at King of Elite I’ll be sure to knee your head off last..out of respect. Yeah, I would do that for you.. hey, don’t mention it. So I have your full undivided attention now, huh? Good good. I’ll probably regret it rather soon, but it’s nice to know. I mean, I suppose it was only a matter of time, dealing with Sher and all. Rumors are swirling that something happened to her? Don’t actually answer, for I don’t care. An opinion that we share, I’m sure. But no love for Stark? Perhaps a truce was made, oh well. This is about our match after all. And when it comes to discussing this match..I say once again, no progress has been made and why is that? Simple, it’s because you are pervicacious. Take your head out of the damn sand, Cameron. Just about everything we say, goes in one ear and straight out the other. It’s not a nice feeling when your words seem to be falling on deaf ears. Yet I keep trying. I keep trying to get through to you because I have no other choice. You are my opponent, whether I like it or not, which means I am constantly subjected to the constant hot garbage that you spew. I mean how can you even see straight, let alone keep your balance from all the circles you talk in? My ears have been absolutely tortured. Did you know that yesterday, when I was filming my video I had to yell cut? Yeah I had to get some tissues to soak up the blood that must’ve leaked from my ear drums. They’ve had enough. And quite frankly, I’ve had enough. Yet, I wouldn’t consider myself upset or angry. I’m not about to yell in vexation like you stated. I’ve been rather cool, calm, and collected…unlike my partner, Jackie boy. That’s just him though. He wears his heart on his sleeve and he isn’t able to tolerate bullshit as well as I can. Yet, we both have experience in that area. There’s a reason why your words have yet to strike a nerve. Its because it’s all been said before. Every team before you, used your same logic. Your same bullet points. You’re in a crowd full of grey. Yet you think you stand out. That your light shines brighter..there is no glow when it comes to you, Cameron. I’m sure your boyfriend has told you differently. All the nice sweet talk. Telling you that you light up a room. That you have this special presence about you that makes people stop and stare. I don’t see it. I don’t see what you bring that my past opponents didn’t. You can try to confute that by bringing up your accolades and achievements, but I don’t care. But if you must, go for it so you can feel better about yourself. Nothing you said up to this point has left a lasting impression. You can respond like a mature adult and say, “Oh yeah? Well..um, you haven’t either! Take that!” Notice I talk about your accolades in a very general sense. It’s because I don’t want to dive deeper when it comes to what you’ve done. Contrary to that little joke I made at the start, I don’t take an interest in the career of CEA. You are just another opponent of mine. Just another casualty on my road to success. I’m not going to treat you like some delicate flower or some unique snowflake. Allow me to repeat myself…You. Are. Just. Another. Ordinary. Opponent. That. I.  Will. Get. The. Better. Of. And there’s nothing you can do about it. 

I’m sure you’ll remind me of who you are because of that massive, unhealthy ego of yours. You do realize you have an ego, right? I’m just making sure because through your words and actions, you made that quite clear. I mean you actually had the gall to say we are obsessed with you?! Haaaaaaa! Good one Cam. You were joking, right? You had to be. If not, awkward. But then again it wouldn’t be the first time someone was laughing at you and not with you. So tell me, how are we obsessed? Oh because Jack apparently knew the number of times you talked to Sher this week. What was it? Five or six? I don’t know if you have ever been to EAW.com but there’s a page filled with videos from each elitist this week regarding King of Elite. And all the videos you did are right next to each other because there’s this thing called organization and I don’t know about you or the schooling you received, but counting to five or six is quite easy. But sure, pretend we are “jealous boyfriends” as you put it. I won’t deprive you of your constant attention…because I wouldn’t want you to starve. For this next part, I’m just going to tie up some loose ends. See this piece of paper? This is your transcript from what you said about us earlier. And I circled some stuff that I want to touch on. Sound like a plan? Sweet. I mean you don’t get a say anyways. So let’s start. Okay you felt the need to tell me that you think you’re a passionate person. I’m sure that’s something you can put on your future dating profile. Or headstone, but I don’t wanna get all dark. You still think you’re walking out with these titles. Tsk tsk tsk. You shoulda known better. It’s not gonna happen sweetie. 

This is why I said you should concentrate on your singles match this week. Winning the Openweight championship is more obtainable. Make realistic goals. I know it’s a little late, but that could be your New Years’ resolution. Am I allowed to say that? Or are you going to try to twist this again and say that’s too controlling and that’s somehow me being obsessive again? The only reason why I say that is because it seems like something you would do. Let’s move on. Okay, so you said every super team has made it look simple to take our titles away. So first of all, you think you’re on the same level as Robbie and Brian? Didn’t you just lose to Robbie in a tag match? The poor guy is suffering from CTE nowadays, so that’s kinda sad. Not about Robbie, about you losing to him. Or wait, are you saying you’re just as good as Ares or Lannister? Actually no, I’ll give you that. You’re for sure better than Lannister right now. Because well, word on the street is he’s still in a hospital bed. But this is all besides the point. In what universe did they easily take our titles away? Ask any four of them….actually no, five, because you gotta throw Tiberius in there since we had to defend our titles in some bs six man tag match. But then we got our rematch against The Triumvirate in a classic two v. two and damn son, we won. The better tag team won in an actual tag match, imagine that. Crazy shit. None of this has been easy, Cam. I hope you can now realize that. Just like I said this match won’t be easy. I never said we had this match in the bag, don’t put words in my mouth. No, there will be struggle. I’m sure I’ll feel the aftermath when I wake up the next morning, struggling to walk with a sore back. 

But yet, it’ll all be worth it when I see this title on my nightstand. Again, let’s move on. Here’s a quote that I need you to further explain and it’s, “You have no right to say that when your record of losing the title is larger than you retaining them.”  I don’t get that at all. I don’t see what you were trying to get at. You would assume that the line after it would help clarify, but it never did. Then you made a joke that the tag titles have been missing. I’m sure someone out there laughed about it. Probably like Chelsea Handler or some shit. Awful comedian. Doesn’t even know what humor is. So it would make sense she would chuckle at it. You complain we haven’t defended these titles in a couple of months. So let’s see what big events happened during that time. Oh, Shock Value. A Voltage exclusive. I get these titles are inter-branded but there weren’t exactly any worthy competitors, yourself included. There was also Blood Letter. Like really, I have to explain why these titles weren’t defended then? I mean, I guess we coulda faced Haruna and Azumi again, I know how much you love them. How did you describe them again? Oh yes, “boring asians” nothing racist about that. You know, if I didn’t know any better, you’re kind of a shit human being? Huh, I never knew. But then again I never paid attention to you until this week because you are my opponent and once this match is over, I’ll go back to forgetting about your existence in this world. I mean, even when you cost our matches in the KOE Tournament, I didn’t give it much thought. After all, it was kinda obvious it was you the whole time. You don’t exactly have the biggest stature. And the balloons helped narrow it down even further. In response, we never retaliated because we knew we would get our chance at KOE to “settle the score”, but remember ladies and gentlemen, we are the obsessive ones. 

How dare I point that out because it goes completely against your bullshit agenda. Oh well. I’ll be sure to slap my wrist. It deserves a punishment after all and I think that would be fitting. And then of course you talk about the lack of tag teams. Am I going crazy or did I not talk about this last time? It’s almost as if you’re talking for the hell of it. Like you’re grasping straws. For a ten year vet, or whatever it is, you somehow seem new at this. That’s a bad thing. A really really bad thing and it’s oh so telling. So again, I ask myself, must I talk about this subject again or is it possible for you yo go back to the last time I talked and hear my response? It’s because they are big names, she says. Yep, just like when RoViper held these. Teams were champing at the bit to take em away. Same goes with Ares and Lannister. Then again, we never let enough time to pass to see if you were right about your theory. And the same will go for you. Yep, you’ll never be given the opportunity to magically turn this division around. Sorry Cam. I’m sure you’ll give a valiant effort though. Next, what’s your obsession…yep, I just used the o word, your favorite, but what’s your obsession with wanting people to bet on you two this week? Oh I get it, betting, it’s our thing. So fucking clever. I on the other hand, I don’t care which team people bet on. Bet on us? Fine. Bet on Cam and HBG? Fine. If you wanna go broke, go right ahead, I won’t try to stop you. And as for you winning the Grand Prix? Again, I don’t care. Plus, if you take your rose tinted glasses off, then you would see that you didn’t win squat yet. I mean, you won the Grand Prix, yaaaay! Congrats, you now have a date with The High Rollerz and at King of Elite, you’re gonna get annihilated, slaughtered, obliterated..you get the gist. Different words to tell you you’re fucked..which you are. 

(David shrugs, pats his title and the camera fades to black)  

What do they say about this again? One door closes, another one opens. 

You of all people should understand what that means, Tiberius. When my days of admiration and loyalty for Y2Impact was buried in the ground around this time last year, I never wanted to die with it, instead I move on until I found myself falling for another. And the same way your relationship with the EAW Championship, brittle as it was to begin with, broke and shattered unable to see the light of the day. You faced almost all adversaries together, you ensured the enemies fell to the ground as you walked off with a big smile on your face, that was, until this reign, this kingdom that you were so proud of building was burned to the ground one fateful night at Kingsroad. The so-called King has been overthrown! And the next thing you know, the culprit carries the gold that he promised to protect with his life. Do you really fault me for that? Is it really on me that I wanted to settle down and find my happiness? Do you really hate me for wanting and choosing for my best interest? Where's your support and love for your former boss lady? 

Right. It's nowhere to be found because you ended up spending your holidays a bitter sad little man, scheming his way to another match against me, stealing my gold in a desperate attempt to make the audience remember how you were so great as EAW Champion. Your eyes have almost popped out pink, you ball your fist in anger and rage, and you stomp loudly on the ground that you walked on, hoping that somehow, someway, a concerned citizen would see how frustrated you are that someone ended your time under the sun just like that, but by the end of it all, without the EAW Championship, you've been completely ignored and forgotten, and no one would even see you as nothing more than a dog trained to follow my every orders. Back to the bottom of the pit, you'll fall, but unlike the night at Mid-summer Massacre when you had Hexa-gun to land on, there is no "game-changer" to fall on this time. No one is taking you to another revolution where you can play your games and mock the world to compensate for your lack of direction. This is one of many things that separates a true spectacular athlete like me from a distasteful, lackluster, pathetic trainwreck like Tiberius Jones, even without a Championship in hand, the world still believes that I am capable of reaching further, making history and crossing territories even in the most difficult and unfavorable situations, while Tiberius Jones is just one of many million names that the world skip and scroll down when they see the list of the "greatest" talents EAW has... had to offer. All you can do is point out how confused you are about me calling myself the queen, when, isn't it obvious, TJ? The Queen stands tall. The Queen is the one who reigns over the peasants. The Queen has all great things in her possession, that other bitches from their small woopy cushion factory called "Empire" can only dream of becoming. While you're sitting there with no claim, no right to call yourself anything that resembles royalty. 

I don't concern myself with your reasons, Tiberius, I was moreso laughing over how our situation has flipped sides in a matter of months. The Tiberius Jones that once said that it's getting tiresome facing the Heart Break Gal is now looking forward to another dance in the ring again. Oh, how much you fucked up the moment you let me carry this title, because at this point, you can ask for a rematch once a month for the entire fucking year and you know it wouldn't change anything. I am the EAW Champion now, Tiberius, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on to face whoever it is that pissed you off in a given week on Showdown while gaining nothing but bragging rights that lead you to another form of pointless rivalry that nobody wants to witness, and all the while the world sees the "stuck up princess" prove her worth over and over again as the Queen that put her competition to shame. I'm sorry that I don't like spending time in dark alleys you built your kingdom in and risk getting raped and murdered, I am sorry that I'm not like you who spends a great deal of his time sniffing wet paint and begging for spare change like the loser that you pride yourself of being. I am the Heart Break Gal who deserves all good things in this world -- I like my wallpapers red, I am very strict of my coffee's temperature, I am so materialistic that I make lists of the things I want to buy and the places that I want to travel to in my fucking sleep. I don't venture to the darkness, but it doesn't mean I am afraid of it... and just because I'm not afraid of it doesn't mean I am risking my life and career without any greater reward by doing so. Believe me, Tiberius Jones, everything I do is for the greater good... the greater good being me rising high up the ranks that nobody else comes close. And whether it is outside interferance that led me to this point or your own carelessness and lack of urgency on keeping it from happening, you are forgetting the fact that I AM at this point and no "what ifs" is going to change that. If I have to leap off a fucking ladder again and risk getting injured myself just to put you down, I would do it. If I have to give all of my strength and everything I have just to kill off your future chances, I wouldn't hesitate. If I have to cheat and maneuver my way out of difficult situations just to keep the EAW Championship on me, you know damn well I wouldn't think twice. I will continue to stand at the top of the pyramid as the Champion while you waste time reminiscing "that one time the Heart Break Gal was pushed off a ladder by her pal TJ". You still hold my near-injuries at Road to Redemption against me, completely forgetting the fact that just weeks after at Kingsroad, you and Marx nearly injured me too... or at least, tried to. You were comforted by the idea that I wouldn't get on my feet again, too occupied with history repeating itself that you don't realize that a different history is being formed right before your very eyes. So continue to be careless, Tiberius, for the consequences of your stupid actions will be a much bigger burden to carry after King of Elite. You will see me walk off with my EAW Championship, celebrating my victory and looking forward to coming home to my dear husband, while you sit and stay there in the middle of the ring, drooling on the ground in anger, wondering why and how such an ingenious plan for an early dethronement of the Heart Break Gal failed just when you needed it the most.

Cam why should I respect you? 

Is it because you have this uncanny ability to choose the right dick to suck to get to the top? Very proud of your dick choosing abilities, but unfortunately it takes more than that to impress me. Let's be real with each other, you've had more help in this industry than anyone. You strike me as someone who has had a bunch of relationships in the past, all of which are in this company. All of which being people in some high places. With some stroke if you will. How else could you continue to get away with such piss poor performances on the mic? A shame, but I must sift through the shit, so let's get this over with. 

Why haven't we defended our titles? We've been waiting on your dumbasses you moron. You won that tournament how long ago? October? November? You are next in line, and have been for a while. The real question is, what's taken YOU so long to step up. Holy shit man. How can anyone be capable of this level of stupidity? In what way, in what world is it the champions job to find the next opponents? If there isn't a tag team worthy of fighting against why even have a damn match? Do you understand how stupid that sounds? I mean you know what the general managers job is Cam? It is to manage the day to day operations of the brand. Meaning creating matches, putting them together, it's literally his job to do it. So why haven't we defended our titles since November? Other than the fact it's been your turn, and we've been waiting for you to grow a pair and actually tell us when you wanted the match... Well why don't you ask the GM? As match maker he should've done it. But hey, we were a little pre occupied doing that whole King of Elite tournament thing. You know the tournament to determine who exactly was in the final three. Not like the Openweight Championship match.. the match you were literally just handed for absolutely no reason. 

Did you honestly say that WE should be thanking YOU for this spot? You're the ones challenging us. You're the ones that claim to be scratching and clawing through a tournament just to be named number one contenders. I mean Cam where does this superiority complex come from? Your husband? Do you just bask in the light of what he's done and automatically think that it involves you? Do you not understand how wrestling works? Oh yes you were so ready to have a championship match, that you didn't even attempt to actually come to talk to us like adults and say, hey we want our championship match at blah blah blah. Whenever you wanted it, it was up to you, not us. You never once actually talked to us about it, and while you were hiding under a mask and playing tricks, we got tired of waiting for you and went onto something else. Here's a tip for next time, want to have a match with us? Instead of attacking us every week under a mask, actually talk like an adult. I know that's very hard because you have the brain capacity of a toddler, but it's ok, you have time to learn how to adult. 

You say that you're able to concentrate on two different matches, but you're already struggling just with the talking part. I'm not even talking about just us either. Everyone is inside your head, and you're flustered. Honestly Cam I don't think you have what it takes to win either of these matches on Saturday. Whichever match goes first if you lose that, you're definitely losing the second one, because you're way too mentally weak to pick yourself up, and shake it off. There's only so much you can take before words start messing with your mind right Cam? That's not how a champion responds to adversity, a champion is ready for anything, and takes it all in stride. You on the other hand shrivel up and die the moment someone says something that you don't like. Fight back, be something special, you don't have to prove it to me obviously, but to yourself. Do you actually believe the words coming out of your mouth? You shouldn't because they're very stupid, and ignorant. I mean god damn, if you're not repeating yourself over and over, you tell lies, or say some stupid shit. Fortunately alls not lost, you're still perfectly suitable to be the President of the United States with the amount of senile shit you say. I can go line by line, and pick this steaming pile of shit a part. Like this one Cam, "you may have the tag titles, but what’s the fun of showing them off when there is no tag team that seems to give a damn about you guys? I mean, does EAW still know that the Unified Tag Team Championships exist?".. Hey dumbass, you mean how like you're chasing us for the Tag Titles? You mean like how there was a fucking tournament with multiple teams to try and get the right to fight for our titles? Yeah seems like people care enough to compete in shit like that. EAW doesn't know what happened to the Tag Team Titles, they're so bewildered about the whereabouts? Naw I'm pretty sure they know exactly where they are, they're around the waists of the Tag Team of the Year, something you refuse to mention. All the tag teams that you list, all the teams that you claim to be better than us. Not only are they not even around anymore, but they were never even considered to be counted as Tag Team of the Year. If EAW doesn't know that the team that busts there asses every week, carrying around these Tag Team Titles proudly, the Tag Team of the Year.. Is holding them? Then I would have to think that they're absolutely clueless about what goes on in there own company; because it's clear as day. But again I'll repeat myself because again you don't retain information. We have defended these titles at every Showdown FPV except for 1.. That 1? At Kingsroad, where you came out and cost me the match... Yeah, I know I've said this before, crazy right! You say the same dumb shit, and I tell you how it really was yet again. Are you going to come back with the riveting argument of how we never have teams to defend against? Most likely, doesn't seem like you're smart enough to actually come up with another topic of conversation. I'll stop there though, because i hate the redundancy of it all. You just keep bringing up we lost two matches in the year 2017, which apparently means we're not as good as we say we are. Doesn't matter we held the titles 300 other days out of the year, and the longest we weren't champions was for a month. Nope, all they care about is that we lost them, and that's all that matters. Now it really doesn't matter how I respond to this either, because I have already, and she keeps saying the same old shit, so I'll stop there. For someone that's undeservingly in the Hall of Fame, you're nothing special. No zest, no spice, no originality. 

I just can't anymore, stupid people are just the absolute worst. No what's even worse than stupid people, is stupid people that think they're smart, and making points, and they're just the dumbest human beings. I mean Cam literally said how they're undefeated as a tag team, yet didn't face the best competition, but they're better teams than we faced.. Yeah? You faced Hall of Famers? You faced off against Hall of Fame Tag Teams? Did you face any team that actually exists right now? No, now shut the fuck up and learn your place. Everything you keep saying is so utterly wrong, I don't even understand where your mind gets this shit. Did your parents try to drown you as a child and you just lost all of your brain cells? Do you not understand how thought process works? It's so draining to talk to you, not in the way that Sheriden drains you either, no. It's not because you make good points, and you're hurting my feelings, I'm not weak like you. It's more the fact that you say the absolute dumbest shit I've ever heard, and try to be cocky about it. It's like saying "In the East, it could be the COLDEST New Year’s Eve on record. Perhaps we could use a little bit of that good old Global Warming that our Country, but not other countries, was going to pay TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS to protect against. Bundle up!". Sorry had to quote one dumbass for another. Did I quote your hero Cam? It seems like you two have some of the same ideologies, just throw shit at a wall and see what sticks. Maybe you're just saying all of this for the attention? We both know that since you are with Jamie, he's the one getting all the attention. He's the one that's thought of as the best Elitist in EAW, the guy with the longest EAW Championship title reign in all of EAW history. While you are... Nobody really. That must be quite the burden to bare, isn't it? You could've fallen for a lower card guy that's struggling to get to the top. That would've helped you out, that would've made you look credible, but nope! You choose a guy that makes you look like the piece of dog shit that you are. Forever compared to the love of your life.. Until you break up, and try to take all of his money, because let's face it you're just doing it for his money. Now I ain't saying you a gold digger... No, no, Cam.. I am.. I am calling you a Gold Digger. 


What has the Hall of Fame become if we're letting people like this into it? Hall of Fame means you're the best of the best for a long amount of time, but it doesn't stop there. Being in the Hall of Fame should mean that you defined an era, that you took this business by the balls and shook it until you made it your bitch. It means that when everyone thinks of wrestling, they think of EAW, they will forever think of you. Which I guess Cam might fit for. I know what I said contradicts that, but now I'm thinking and I may understand. It's a charity case thing right? Because people do remember Cam, and they remember the dark ages of EAW when there wasn't a lot of competition. So people like Cam had to scratch and claw, and she was the best out of the pile of trash that sifted through EAW at that time. Or could it just be that Cam is so bad, that people remember her god awful matches, and horrendous speeches about the same old boring topics; showing again, and again that she is totally incapable of winning on the show Are you smarter than a 5th grader... Sorry messed up on the title of the show. I mean Are you smarter than a kindergartener? Easy answer to that question! No.. No you are not.  Cam is so stupid. How stupid is she? She's willingly admitting that she believes that men are superior to women. "Are we going to listen to a man who let a woman like myself outsmart him for weeks?" This is a quote.. A legit quote from Cameron Ella Ava. You're literally saying that women are inferior to man, and the fact that a woman could outsmart me speaks so lowly of me that I should be ashamed. What a way to setback your gender generations. So I'm guessing in you and Jamies household the basic routine is, you cook, clean, do whatever he says, you don't say anything or you get hit? That sounds about right, but that's the American Dream isn't it Cam? Are little girls supposed to look up to you as some sort of hero? No, I don't think you care about that. As a matter of fact I don't even think you're smart enough to realize that people look up to you. It's not your choice I know, but with being on TV comes responsibility, and you just don't fit the bill. People are stupid, they'll follow people based on anything. Maybe because you're a pretty girl, other girls want to be like you based on looks; so when you open your mouth they just go with it. And it's not like they know any better, they see someone with stroke on TV, talking about whatever they're going to follow. Most of the time kids that age just follow who the TV tells them to. How else do you think shows like Spongebob Squarepants got so popular? Does that show have any good role models? No, but they see bright colors, and a funny voice, and obviously they're hooked. You're ruining America with your backwards ways, and honestly for women everywhere, I need to stop you. I'm going to be the Feminists hero, there favorite wrestler, and it's all because I took out one of the biggest threats to women progress, you. 

Cam, you stupid fuck. What were we doing to elevate the Tag Division for a month? Competing and winning. If there aren't any challengers for our title.. Which there were *ahem*. You just didn't come forward, but whatever. What are we going to do? Well people always say how we can never make it on our own, so let's prove them wrong. We did that, and maybe, just maybe you would be looking at the guy that would be competing for the King of Elite crown this Saturday, but nope. You care about tag team wrestling so much, you ruined my match. There's more things that you can do for tag team wrestling, than just wrestling in a tag team, you do realize that right? Of course you don't, forgot who I was talking to. You're not capable of thinking outside the box, you only speak in hypocrisy, and stupidity. By going up against the best of the best, and beating them, all the while wearing the Tag Team Titles, people are going to remember that. They're going to remember the Tag Team Champion running through everyone, and making an impression, showing that if they wanted to, they could be singles wrestlers. It did up the prestige of that title, but you're just too narrow minded to see it. But hey, it's ok, because if you didn't notice you have two title matches this weekend! So hmm Cam, let's think here. If you by some miracle beat us, and then another miracle actually win the Openweight Championship, you will need to defend both belts. But let's be truthful with each other Cam, you wouldn't. You'd focus on the Openweight Championship, and forget all about the Tag Team titles. *sarcastic Cam voice* NO I WOULDN'T, I WOULD DEFEND BOTH TITLES EVERY WEEK! No, you wouldn't. And let's not forget that your partner has the World Title, she's not going to let that take a back seat. She's going to have to defend that every FPV, so yeah. To think that you'd be able to defend these titles every single month is absolutely ludicrous. I know you'll argue that until you're blue in the face, but I guarantee you, you'd become exactly what you say we are. You don't know what it's like until you're actually in our position. Would we like to see the tag team division booming right now? Sure, what do you want us to do about it? If people don't want to be in tag teams, not much we can do. There was a Tag Team Grand Prix tournament and none of them stuck around, we can't control that. But I'm sure you still think we can somehow, so please, tell us your plan. Tell us how to get all these tag teams interested in tag team wrestling. I want a well worded thesis on the issue on my desk by Saturday, well detailed, more than just bullet points. Fact of the matter is, unless management does something, there really isn't anything you can do. We could try going back stage and finding two random people and start yelling at them to be a tag team, would that work? No, because that doesn't work. Think before you speak Cam, it makes thoughts so much easier. 

As for you asking about my wife and how I treat her, it's fair. You see I don't call her stupid, and I don't call her a bitch, simply because she is neither of those things. Why would I say these things to someone who doesn't fit the bill? You see with my wife if we have an argument, we can talk it out in a civilized manner. She accepts if she's wrong, I can accept if I'm wrong, and we move on. That's how adults have conversations, that's how adults figure out problems. But when I'm talking to a little girl that acts as if she's a teenager, then I may snap. I'm not very good at dealing with stupid people. Stupidity just doesn't make sense to me. It's like what are you doing? Just be smarter, and don't say stupid things.. To me it's easy to not be dumb because I have a functional brain that can come up with legitimate thought provoking thoughts that actually matter to a conversation. While you Cam? You don't respond well to facts, or speaking in general. It would  appear that the only thing that you know how to respond to is me calling you a stupid bitch, I'm sure you have an amplitude of experience with it. Although I'm sure instead of bitch, Jamie likes to call you a cunt, he's quite fond of that words.. You have no choice but to accept every ounce he dishes out to you though. But I would never call someone that, that's just over the line to me. But that's just me, I'm American, so I have more dignity and respect. I'm not a boomerang chucker that probably had his way with plentiful Kangaroos before getting to you. Ok, I'm just kidding Australia is a lovely Country.... To get murdered in the outback. But yeah, my relationship is as strong as ever. We're not the in the middle of the ring fighting each other. Maybe instead of judging what we do, maybe you should fix your own relationship first, seems to be dying. Just like your chances of ever becoming Tag Team Champions

Oh dumb bitch number 2 talked. Hey HBG, yeah you are wrong on a bunch of things, but you don't want us to talk much. I already explained how we look literally nothing a like, but yeah. You clearly don't actually listen to responses so.  And you said that everyone says the same shit because they all see the same thing. Well yeah you're right, they've all seen us Tag Team Champions. Yup. Hey you know Joel Embiid? Was drafted in 2014, got hurt and missed his rookie year. He didn't come back until 2016-17, and was named on the all rookie team. Do you know what defines a rookie year dumbass HBG? A full year of being a rookie. We were in EAW for a month before leaving, so we still had 11 months to go for a full rookie season. Hence, we were still rookies when we rejoined, and won the titles a month later. 2 months.. Rookies. You don't know math? or... By the way we didn't rage quit, I left because I wanted to marry my wife and didn't want to be away from her, I've explained this but it's cool. Congrats on having Impact carry you for 7 months, that's cool. It must've been really hard for him, he's a really good wrestler though. Says more about him than it did about you. But hey we made history too, we have the most combined days of title reign. Also RoViper has the shortest title reign because of us, so yeah. I mean I've already talked about all this anyways, I don't know why i have to repeat myself other than you hang around dumbass Cam too much. Hey don't tell Cam that you'd be the first all female tag team to be champions by the way.. She doesn't have a very high opinion of women, she thinks they're inferior to men, she said so. But honestly I don't really need to say much to HBG, she just repeats herself, and to save my time, and sanity, I'll end it here. So how's that, short enough for you HBG? Fucking dumbass

Just another craze in this mad world.

Can’t you hear the snores swirling in this maelstrom that turns on and on without end?

The world no longer feels pain, they are numb to how absurd this all is.

I should have ended this year able to celebrate Christmas and the New Years with my championship that I saved from the clutches of those who kept this company’s back bent and shoulders slouched, but instead I ended the year soaking in the constant insanity that we’re told to accept like this should be the true normal. So enraged, all I could do was laugh through the ridiculousness of it all. Even though this company should have long known the issues with Drastik as a World Champion, I had to save the day because this place never changes. Despite me bringing a new flavour to what EAW consumers must consume, the people began to rejoice over being presented the same old meal with The Heart Break Gal. Yes, while I spent the holidays with undertones of the blues, Heart Break Gal was revealed to be riding the cock carousel yet again so she could team up with her latest fling despite being world champion. You’d think having the ultimate prize and capability to shape the narrative of EAW as we know it would be the opportunity for her to try out some new ground, but instead it’s the same old song and dance with her presenting herself along some provider.

Now she is promoting the idea that she’s the queen of EAW. Is this because she beat the last King of Elite for the world gold? Or is this because she’s now apparently married to the retired royal, Robbie V? Neither would surprise me. From the men she surrounds herself with, she’s always stealing moves, making nicknames based on them and just about anything flawed parasites do to put meaning into their tendency to feed off the hosts they come into contact with.

Heart Break Gal, you lecture and prod in the last few days, but even a jester doesn’t jest that these questions are worth answering, not even the most energetic travelling entertainer wants to entertain this request from the crowd. I don’t care about you bending reality, I don’t dare dignify you beyond how you’ll dignify yourself.  The former champion must explain why and how he’d go about getting a rematch for the gold, in response to someone who kept getting championship opportunities for the most bizarre of reasons? Despite you being the one who encroached onto my territory, you are trying to make me answer for “abandoning” you, and in some crazed universe, my best friend Drake? Just stop it already HBG! I know that many find unhinged women endearing, but there’s a reason I prefer the pump and dump lifestyle, unlike The Heart Break Boy, Y2Impact, Robbie V, and whoever, I just can’t bring myself to tolerate pointless blabber that women like you speak for who knows what end, if there is reasoning at all. I’ve been known to mess around, but with you my patience is short.

Since you and this company refuse to stand up straight and have proper posture, I think it’s about time I show you that what always bends eventually has something that snaps. THERE ARE THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE! But you’ll be seeing them at King of Elite, my domain. See Heart Break Gal, you’ve always been a stuck up princess who spends her time mocking hobos and anyone who doesn’t live up to the prissy little prima donna image you’ve built up for yourself, but I’ve always been someone who made his kingdom in misty dark alleys people like you ought not venture into, not if you seek to escape with what you came in with, be the jewels or your life. You don’t know what kind of daggers exist around me, and just how far I’ll go to stick a blade through you to get what I want. You’re someone who had red carpets and photo ops galore, I’m someone this company didn’t even want to give a contract without a fight. What do you expect to happen when Ryan Marx and CM Bank$ aren’t around to provide cover for you in the battlefield you’re so ill equipped to survive without protection? What happens when the Texas beau without a bow has to stand toe to toe in a fight, instead of launching her arrows of words from afar as you do now in your place of safety and comfort? You seem to forget HBG, you’ve never left me in a broken state where people had to carry me out of the arena for what was done to me by you, but you know the feeling of being completely out matched and being forced to be removed from a contest for what I did to you! Unlike you whose only constant is an obsession with the fleeting, be it your relationships, your trendy personas, or how quick people will get over the little high they got in seeing “oh a woman finally become world champion! Yay! Revolution!”, my repeated display of dominance over you will be reaffirmed forever!