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I have been defending Mr. DEDEDE from disrespectful jokes and erroneous misinformation for over five years now. I have known Mr. DEDEDE on here for over eight years. Mr. DEDEDE is one of my very most treasured companions. Mr. DEDEDE is a true friend in every sense of the word whose advice I never hesitate to seek out because I know it will always be valuable and useful to me in my life. Mr. DEDEDE is among the most exceptional promoers I have ever encountered, one of the greatest champions, and a hero to EAW. He reminds me a lot of Goku. Goku grew up nothing more than an ordinary country bumpkin in the woods. Goku was uncivilized. Goku didn't understand societal norms. Mr. DEDEDE's complete lack of a filter mirrors Goku's uncivilized upbringing. Mr. DEDEDE does not adhere to norms or respect protocol because that language is foreign to him; he speaks in his own unique, esoteric language that only he is truly fluent in. Like Goku, it may strictly be by coincidence that this man who has zero respect or awareness of societal norms became EAW's greatest warrior. Ten years ago at the dawn of his e-fed career, did Mr. DEDEDE ever imagine he'd be such a helpful contributor to this website? Did he realize what he was capable of? No, but along the years many have taken for granted what he's done for EAW. They've taken for granted that he isn't simply a piece of the puzzle; he engineered the puzzle. He took what was EAW's formula and enhanced it thousandfold with his contributions. He has dug in his own pockets providing EAW with the money for it to exist. He has sustained EAW. It is through Mr. DEDEDE that EAW has been allowed to endure. A failure to respect and acknowledge this is the same as a slight. Everyone developing their character in EAW owes Mr. DEDEDE a debt of gratitude. Without him, there is no Dynasty Kai. Without him, there is no Match of the Universe. Without him, there is no flourishing vixens division. Without him, there is no EAW today. Nobody has nourished this website as Mr. DEDEDE has nourished this website. And at the end of the day, he churns on thanklessly. He assists in ways that are not noticed by the average man. And he does it all without expecting anyone to repay him back the many various blessings he's afforded EAW. Why does he do it? Because...

#ThatsGod

 TY KARL I FUCKING LOVE U GOAT

I have been defending Mr. DEDEDE from disrespectful jokes and erroneous misinformation for over five years now. I have known Mr. DEDEDE on here for over eight years. Mr. DEDEDE is one of my very most treasured companions. Mr. DEDEDE is a true friend in every sense of the word whose advice I never hesitate to seek out because I know it will always be valuable and useful to me in my life. Mr. DEDEDE is among the most exceptional promoers I have ever encountered, one of the greatest champions, and a hero to EAW. He reminds me a lot of Goku. Goku grew up nothing more than an ordinary country bumpkin in the woods. Goku was uncivilized. Goku didn't understand societal norms. Mr. DEDEDE's complete lack of a filter mirrors Goku's uncivilized upbringing. Mr. DEDEDE does not adhere to norms or respect protocol because that language is foreign to him; he speaks in his own unique, esoteric language that only he is truly fluent in. Like Goku, it may strictly be by coincidence that this man who has zero respect or awareness of societal norms became EAW's greatest warrior. Ten years ago at the dawn of his e-fed career, did Mr. DEDEDE ever imagine he'd be such a helpful contributor to this website? Did he realize what he was capable of? No, but along the years many have taken for granted what he's done for EAW. They've taken for granted that he isn't simply a piece of the puzzle; he engineered the puzzle. He took what was EAW's formula and enhanced it thousandfold with his contributions. He has dug in his own pockets providing EAW with the money for it to exist. He has sustained EAW. It is through Mr. DEDEDE that EAW has been allowed to endure. A failure to respect and acknowledge this is the same as a slight. Everyone developing their character in EAW owes Mr. DEDEDE a debt of gratitude. Without him, there is no Dynasty Kai. Without him, there is no Match of the Universe. Without him, there is no flourishing vixens division. Without him, there is no EAW today. Nobody has nourished this website as Mr. DEDEDE has nourished this website. And at the end of the day, he churns on thanklessly. He assists in ways that are not noticed by the average man. And he does it all without expecting anyone to repay him back the many various blessings he's afforded EAW. Why does he do it? Because...

#ThatsGod

TRUE free speech is, or in my opinion should be, the ability to say anything on any platform as long as it doesn't pose a threat towards another person's physical or financial well-being. This is not to say, if you call someone a fat bitch and they get a aneurysm and die that it's your fault, but rather as long as you aren't threatening their life or using your free speech to urge behavior that would cause damage to someone's property. (For example, "I'm going to shoot you in the face" or "someone, please go to -address- and shoot __ in the face".) 

Also, under my idea of free speech, you equally should be allowed to say whatever you want without the threat of physical or financial harm. However you are more than subject to any sort of backlash or ridicule that comes your way, because the public has the freedom to express their unadulterated feeling towards your opinion, so long as it poses no threat to your well-being.

There should also be no repercussion in the workplace. In my view, nothing you say online should mean anything to your employer unless you're threatening harm or disruption in the workplace. Everything else is meaningless, and workplace should go down to if you are doing your job well or not.

Free speech also means you deserve the right to protecting yourself from another person's speech or harassment, especially when the harassment comes as a result of your own expressed thought. If someone is standing outside your house calling you names, you don't need to be subject to that, and law enforcement should make them go away. To me though, online harassment means absolutely nothing because you can remove yourself online. The only problem I can ever have with online harassment is if it interferes with your real life, in the sense that it's stopping you from getting a job, or creating other real life repercussions. But 9 times out of 10, online harassment can be ended by going offline. 

 Leslie Jones, for instance, should have blocked her trolls or quit Twitter entirely and Twitter should have done nothing more about that. Even though she was subject to harassment and verbal abuse by trolls, Twitter should have taken no action unless trolls were making direct threats TO her, then Twitter should have banned them, not Milo.

What people -- especially liberals these days need to understand is that your words are not responsible for another person's actions. It doesn't matter what someone says, unless they threaten someone's well being directly by making a specific, direct threat, there should be no issue.

That is free speech #THATSGOD

A son and daughter from two different baby's mothers who are both eating well #ThatsGod

Tomorrow night on Battleground I'm being put in a match against the blunder from down under, Zach Genesis. Now I could waste my time berating him and probably formulate a nice little self aggrandizing diatribe, but why would I when I don't even need to waste my breath on that peasant. There's not much that I need to say that he doesn't already know. However Zach Genesis, a picture is worth a thousand words, and in this case a picture can easily suffice. So here's a screencap of the playlist that I am currently fucking the love of your life to. #ThatsGod

The nights were long and the days were short, the spring was dreadful and gray, the winter was dark and cold and the fog in the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts grew everso thick. Everything from the law of the land down to the moral fabric of our society as we know it had decayed..... weeks turned to months and the months turned to years, the world slowly stopped spinning and there was no longer an excitement in the air! Instead, an air of hostility replaced it, and a different kind of tension filled the air. The type you can cut with a knife.

BUT ALAS, all is right with the world, because alas my faithful fans and loyal friends, The Gawd has come back! 

Now all of your problems are solved... I've sent them on their way, you have no need to run from your problems, they will run from you! They will flee screaming in terror, warning the other problems headed your way to turn back upon their retreat! I will be the cure to what ails the world; I will be the ray -- the spark of hope in the vacuum of darkness; I will be the truth, the light and the way. I will hold your hand and take you to the promised land and I will whisper sweet and magical secrets into your ears that shall fill your bosom with potent knowledge and everlasting wisdom. With the swing of the wand and the shake of the dice I will dissolve every pestilence that plagues this foggy land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts; and like King Midas I will turn what was once putrid and rotten and even that which was dull and benign into pure, solid gold. I will keep every promise I make, and I will trailblaze our world and lead us all into greener pastures. Count on me, my friends! Mr. DEDEDE has come back to save the day!

And you will all hate me for it. 

That's just the way it goes, isn't it? I come in, ready to literally risk my neck and fight a battle for the greater good. I drop what I'm doing at the drop of a dime to defend this industry from whatever corrupt authority figure or rampant power circle emerges and maybe for a moment I'll have my day in the sun. But the next day the very same people I fought so hard to protect are the same ones driving daggers into my back. That's probably what you expected, wasn't it? For me to repeat the cycle? It's what you know me for best! Even with no imminent danger or looming hex hanging over the head of EAW, still I'm expected to put forth every ounce of effort I have. It's the standard for me -- win Match of the Year, win World Championships, win numerous accolades, perform unlike no other ALL while many of you hate me for it -- it's the standard I'm held to. It's such a high standard to be held to, maybe I ought to be honored by it.

But I'm not.

When it comes to the EAW Universe, you will always have my regards. You all line my pockets, and you always have from the humble beginnings when I had nothing all the way until now. From the Jurassic days long before infinitesimal sacks of nothing like The Iconomy can even remember, you were the ones who plopped down hard earned money and supported me for living my dream. Whether you identify yourselves as Dy Hards, EAW Fans or just plain sport fans, you and SOLELY you have been the patron for my success. Surely you didn't go through the long hours of relentless training and honing the craft and the art form of Professional Wrestling. Surely you didn't go through the emotional trauma, heartache and suffering that it takes to reach my level; but whether I wanted to admit it or not, you've done right by me every time you bought an EAW ticket with my name on the billing. I'll never truly hate you for just being you, even through our differences. Be your beautiful you's! Chant your chants and post on your blogs and your social media leaving behind your negative or positive comments about me! Bring all the signs you want! It's nothing but love from here. I'm not going to punch the dry wall every time I read "LOLDDDWINS" on the internet. I'm too old for that shit. Say what you want about Mr. DEDEDE for being Mr. DEDEDE because that will never change from either side, but you fans, wrestlers, authority figures and everyone in between do all have something completely wrong that I want to touch on. You might think I'm supposed to come back and perhaps atone for what could be deemed as my "failure" from last year. Maybe you think I should sit in hiding and head my hang in shame for what transpired at last year's Territorial Invasion. Some of you feel the need to blame what's happened over the last month all on me and claim this is my fault. Maybe you don't think that at all, maybe you think I'm just back to join this revolution and pick up that "Dynasty Wrestling" banner and rage against the machine along side the rest of you.

But I won't.

Time to fight your own goddamn battles, my days of servitude are over. I did my time, I paid those dues, I'm no longer in your debt. I stopped being in any sort of debt the minute the majority of you turned your back on my and decided Zack Crash was what was right for EAW nearly a year ago. From that point forward, the ball was in your court. I get paid handsomely by EAW and the Jordan Brand among my various other sponsors whether EAW is run by Zack Crash or by El Landerson. On the other hand you all asked for your cake, and in the words of the bride of Louis XVI I'll let you eat cake. Be careful what you wish for, because now you have it. But when it comes to me and my obligation in this industry don't get me wrong, I reserve the right to compete in whatever ring I want, whether it be Showdown, Voltage, Battleground, Dynasty Wrestling, FPV, the fucking Empress of Elite EAW Network special; I can still do as I please. I can revive AWF and dominate there. I can revive CWF and out wrestle everyone there. I can revive LEGION and re-create Bane of LEGION there. There's one thing I don't have to do, however, and that's prove anything to you. If there's one thing that little insect Chris Elite was right about it's that I really don't have anything to prove. To be honest now that we're on the topic there came a point after Pain for Pride where I asked myself what was the point. For those of you who can remember I hadn't even planned on wrestling past Pain for Pride Seven, but winning the World Heavyweight Championship and forming The Savage Ryans gave my career new incentive. After losing the World Title and dropping the Tag Titles Ryan and I worked so hard to obtain I wondered what was even the point of showing my face in a wrestling ring again. I'd wake up and see my name on the card for Dynasty Wrestling and I knew within an instant that I wouldn't be attending. I'd see countless messages from EAW asking me to make promotional appearances, and I knew I sure as hell had no business there. I also knew something else! I knew for sure that I wouldn't come around looking to be a rebel knight fighting against the dark forces of of the evil Crash empire ever again; I learned from history. Age has taught me the importance of conserving your energy, and quite frankly it's not worth my energy to help line John Connings pockets and take up that torch and pitchfork and rebel against the great big tyrant when I know you people are going to turn around and throw it right back in my face. Not again. Not a fucking gain. Never again. Never again will I risk my neck and my back for your sake. Never will I take up arms and fight alongside the same people who so blindly went against me just a year ago. Never will I stand on the same side of battlefield as the likes of Alex Anderson and Tyler Parker who fought to put that serpant tongued tyrant Zack Crash in power. Never will I carry a banner alongside Lucian Black, who only felt the need to act when it was too late. And I will never associate myself with the likes of Carlos Rosso who LAUGHED upon hearing the news of EAW's demise only a few years ago, and now suddenly acts as if he acts in the best interest of all of us.

You might think I have a reason to respect these people, but I don't respect them as professionals. As professional wrestlers, sure, I'd love to get in the ring with Tyler again and get my get-back from King of Elite. I'd love to compete and out do Carlos Rosso in any arena in the world. Unfortunately that's where the respect ends. I don't have any reason to break bread or take up arms alongside anyone on Dynasty Wrestling. I don't respect the cause, I don't give a damn about the movement, I don't respect John Conning and I sure as hell don't respect Zack Crash and his pathetic regime. The only person I am devoted to is my partner, Ryan Savage. When I was pinned at Pain for Pride 8 I knew I had let him down, and he's the only person I'm willing to fight for other than myself. That's why I stood in that ring this past Friday night. Not to be a rebel soldier, but to motivate Ryan to snap Crash's neck like a twig, and as you all saw he came oh so close to it. But thats a story for another time, my overall point is when urchants like JJ Silva come here and tell me that I failed EAW... when I hear that... when I hear that from people who when EAW faced a crisis didn't lift a fucking FINGER... when I hear nobody's like him spout off at the mouth about something they clearly know nothing about, I can't help but ask who's family is mourning. Who passed away? Who is deceased? Who is rotting in a box right now?? WHO DIED?! WHO DIED AND SAID JJ SILVA'S OBSERVATION MEANS A DAMN!? I've just about asked everybody I know who the fuck JJ Silva is, and most of them don't even have a clue. I've asked them if they know of The Iconomy, and they said it was in the toilet. They obviously thought I meant the economy but it's not like they were wrong in their response. In all honesty it's a good thing I am stealing the spotlight. Imagine if Chris Elite had it. Imagine if EAW gave Chris Elite the "ball" to run with from his debut until now. I guess there's perks to Mr. DEDEDE holding the brass rings over the bulletproof glass ceiling you know. It stops people like Chris Elite and JJ Silva from being able to grab it and soil it and strip it of it's value. They already tried to do that to the New Breed Championship and still couldn't hack it. But of course these amateurs would immediately bring it back to the "spotlight" argument. If I had a dime for every time an underachiever threw that in my face I'd have enough money to buy Chris Elite a real career. 

It never fails! You would think with a man like me who's been around for so long I would be the one who start to get predictable. But it turns out in my case it's the quite opposite; because it's 2015 and still nobody knows truly what to expect from me, and it's like I'm looking into a crystal ball when I take a quick scope at the landscape of this sport. History is a truly something, isn't it? Today will be nothing more than history tomorrow, yet yesterday and tomorrow look like the same thing. Everything moves in a cycle and that cycle continues its motion whether you like or not. It doesn't have to be this way but for some reason, it is. For every tyrant taken down, a new steps in his place. For every faction dismantled, a new one emerges. And I continue to see the new guard make the same mistakes as the old. It's a select few who can adapt and pick up from the signs in the patterns, and I've done it better than anyone I know. But then you see people like Chris Elite who make the same mistakes as the years go by, and instead of learning what not to be and teaching the JJ Silva's of the world the error of his ways, instead he gets sucked back in by the tide. I guess when you're so small there's some things you cant change. But I learn from my mistakes every day. I turn my weaknesses into strengths and my strengths into standards. There are those who learn their history and there are those who are doomed to repeat it. 

EAW has refused to learn from it's history.

They are doomed to repeating the vicious cycle.

There's nothing I can do to stop it, so I won't even bother.

The only thing I need to do is be great. #TakeFlight #ThatsGod

...

According to you two, it would be in my best interest to pass the torch.

*winces* If I had a nickle-- let me hold that thought.

According to you, Mr. DEDEDE no longer has to carry this business anymore, he can ride off into the sunset basking in his own glory and leave everything to the new kids in town. There's nothing left for him to prove! No reason for him to continue on with anything; the Savage Ryans, being tag champion, being World champion, it's all meaningless. All pointless, you've done enough DEDEDE. You've won enough, God. That. Right there. 

That right there. That, right there, right there, that, that, THAT... that's the difference between success stories and sob stories. The difference between winners and losers. 

In the movies, the hero always seems to die at the right time. Even if he isn't murdered, there's always that point where he rides off into the sunset with his riches and lives happily ever after. The hero dies when the credits roll, and we all grew up watching the Disney movies with the ending credits rolling showing the happy home, the perfect life and the dragon slain in the distance. I remember when I thought life worked like that. That's actually why I got into wrestling... so I could have that happy ending where I stand at the turnbuckle with the world title and the ending credits roll down the screen and... who knows, maybe my consciousness slowly slips back into eternity from whence it came. But let's snap back to reality, can we?  It's been seven years since being a major star in this business, and I've yet to see those credits roll. Let's take it back to real life and you can name the legend, name the sport. The real "heroes" the real "greats" never knew when to quit. It's the sad truth of the matter. I'm by no means calling myself a hero, that's the last thing I'd ever want to be called.... it's too warm and mushy, and far too sentimental for my taste, but I know for a fact that gene WINNERS carry is inside of me, and there's no way you can convince me when its my time to go whether it is or it isn't, so quit trying. At this point it's not even on my mind, we saw George Foreman fight into his mid 40's and become World Champion a decade after his first run, and I know for a fact that same gene that refuses to acknowledge time as a factor lives within, because for nearly the last six years I've had countless people try the same thing you two are trying now. "Give up". "Pass the torch"."Stop trying to be a winner". "Step out of the spotlight". "Let it go". Year after year, it's the same damn thing from you people... and ironically enough I find myself hearing this kind of thing the most just as I'm on the precipice of a new prime, JUST as I'm on the edge of further glory, that seems to be when people doubt me the most! Ahhh.. just a year ago I was entering one of the most uphill battles of my career when I had to win a ladder match just to compete in the Grand Rampage, and then I had to fight in that match entering at number 1. The reason why I'm even bringing this up is because you guys might think the recent failure Ryan and I endured is supposed to be crippling, but I faced very similar types of failure before and eventually it all lead to me winning my fifth World Championship reign and having the longest title run of my career, knocking down every obstacle standing in my path! I TOOK ON EVERYTHING! I beat EVERYONE! EVEN YOU COULDN'T TAKE THAT WORLD TITLE FROM ME, AREN! Old man DEDEDE was in a new prime, I was better than ever! Sounds like I'm talking about my glory days right? Sounds like I'm reminiscing of the glory days of SNY and AWF...  oh.... oh wait.....

........... That was less than six months ago. 

You see.. you rugrats love to flap your gums and say the darnedest things sometimes, it's adorable. Every year guys like you come around saying the same damn thing, but your actions never follow through. It literally never happens, you guys. It never happens. It never happens! IT NEVER HAPPENS! Year after year I'm told to take my ball and go home by you insolent little fucks, and year after year I achieve even greater success than the year I did before. So what makes 2015 any different? A few FPV losses? I was pinned by Adam six years ago. I lost to Justin Windgate five years ago. I was forced to retire four years ago. I was shoved off a titantron three years ago. I was eliminated in 12 seconds at the Grand Rampage two years ago, and I had my company usurped from me just last year. I lost, I failed over and over and over and over again in my career, in my life, and for some reason I'm still a winner. Go figure. There are people who literally think I never lose, it's something I've actually considered branding. Picture this on a t-shirt: "LOL. DDD. WINS." It's catchy isn't it? I figure it'd fly off the rack faster than my #ThatsGod shirts. But let me ask you why despite the brutal and sometimes embarrassing failures I've gone through in my career, my name is still synonymous with greatness? Why is that? Why aren't I this big "failure" despite all the times I've failed? You want to know why? Because life had something to teach me and I learned every step of the way. Still learning now. A month ago my mind state was completely different. A month or so ago I spoke in parables, in riddles and metaphors which is something I enjoy doing, especially as "Methuselah"... but more than that I was a one track mind and I was on the train ride to hell, trying to drag as many people down with me as I could. I'm a hellbent individual in nature, but as Methuselah I was hellbent on pain and suffering, on destruction, brutality, carnage and wrath and I had enough to go around... but even then I realized I had to take a long look in the mirror for once.

I truly believe that with as much as life had to teach me, it's got something for all of us. I truly believe life has something to teach the two of you this week. I think you'll learn something real valuable about yourselves when Ryan and I retain these titles. Aren, you in particular are going to learn a lesson in entitlement. You're goddamned right I'm entitled, Mstitslav. I'm an entitled piece of shit who thinks EAW belongs to him. I act like I created this company, but what separates me from many is that I'll defend that entitlement with my life. I've defended this COMPANY with my life. I'll defend these tag team titles with my life. I fought for everything, fucking everything I've ever gotten and the hardest part about it all is keeping it. If there's anyone who knows anything about keeping what they've fought for it's me. I've done this for years, and I understand you win some and you lose some, but my entitlement isn't based on others, it's based on me keeping what's mine. You on the other hand have got a completely different sense of entitlement and it's really a foolish and rather fruitless sense because... if it were up to you I'd drop those titles at your feet in the center of the ring and walk out of EAW with my tail tucked between my legs. Chicks like you come into this company every day, every single day and they'd love nothing more for me to let the youth reap what I've sown. That's not how it works Aren. That's not how life works you guys. That's not how life works you guys. That's not how this world works you guys. That's not how this world works you guys. That's not how this world works. Jesus fucking-- don't you two have FATHERS? Didn't your fathers teach you anything at all about hard work??? Do you honestly think I'm going to stop just because some Russian immigrant princess wants an easier shot at the World Championship? How do you even think that benefits you? What do you think it does for your character when everything's easier? Do you HONESTLY think the world revolves around you? It doesn't Aren, it doesn't, it doesn't Aren, it DOESN'T, AREN. I know I made it hard for you guys on Dynasty when I was World Champion because I specifically remember when you would challenge me, whether in exhibition competition or fighting for my title in the Elimination Chamber and what happened? You failed. You failed every single time. Every single time you tried to dethrone me, to make a statement, to use me as a stepping stone I swatted you like a fly. You should be glad I was there to swat you like a fly, you should have let it make you stronger instead of allowing it to make you resentful towards me, like I'm this bad guy dangling meat too high over the head of a young pack of starving wolves. And you act like I'm this out of touch, past his prime geezer all of a sudden when I ruled over you as World Champion and this wasn't even six months ago Aren. What's six months? What's six months Aren? Is that enough time for you to get better? Is that enough time for you to grow in ability and defeat me this time? Prove it. You haven't. Your partner hasn't. Your RAGNAROK brothers haven't, so tell me again why anyone should ever bet on you walking out of the GR as tag champs. Go ahead, enlighten me.

According to you it's high time these "newer people" get the spotlight, newer people like Lucian Black who's been a compulsive failure since 2009 and is going to fail again against Tyler Parker. Or TLA who's barely spent a cup of coffee in EAW. Are you sure this isn't just that pity complex EAW's developed over the years working within you? That seems to be the case these days.... we feel so bad for the underlings to the point guys like Mr. DEDEDE are the big bad wolf who "*whimpers* keeps on winning over and oooover and oooover again and people become soooo tiiired of Mister DEDEDE winning all the time, waaaahhhhh DEDEDE wins alll the timmeee boo, give the newer guys the torch!" Fuck you. You whimpering soft pieces of fuck, this is a meritocracy, I ain't got no inheritance to give you motherfuckers. I can't hand Ryan Savage three out of my five World Championships when I retire, I cant hand you two flat scans my three tag team title reigns when I retire, and I wouldn't even if I could; I'm not handing anybody shit! Ryan Savage has been able to carve out his path on his own, and that analogy you made was horrible Matt Miles,it was god awful, because Y2Impact established the Quintessential Trailblazers with Jaywalker when he had an established career in the books, there's no way you could take that away. Ryan Savage's career is still young, and beating Xavier Williams for the New Breed title should be irrelevant by now, it should only be the beginning of a vast resume. My name casts a huge shadow, sure it does, and I won't say he's in my shadow but the pressure's sure as hell on him now because his affiliation with me forces him to make his star brighter and to work harder. Not everyone's as much of a lazy fuck as you two, sorry. My bad, my fault, sorry. Gotta work harder now that DEDEDE's around, sorry. I apologize, my fault, I'M SORRY. Hopefully your theory can die now, because this is about the EAW tag team titles. These titles are a crown of achievement, but they're much more of a stepping stone than they are an ankle weight. Ryan's got all the time in the world to do as he pleases during our run as the Savage Ryans and after our run is done, he's got a whole career ahead of him. He's got three world titles he can contend for, he's got a slew of competition ahead of him, he's got years and years of youth in his bones, and even if and when he becomes a Hall of Famer he can compete for the Hall of Fame title too. The skies the limit after the tag team titles, that's the beauty of it. How many people in EAW started off as tag team champions just to become greats in the long run? Look at RoViper, look at Starrpact, look at The Backstabbers, people move on Miles. To assume Ryan won't ever get over the status hump of tag teaming with me after many others have gone on to do great things after being affiliated with me is asinine and flawed... FLAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWEDDDDDDDD logic. 

You've gotta take a step back Matt Miles and escape from this box you're in, because you're still under the impression that there's a chance for some sort of inevitable meltdown between Ryan and I, but you still can't deny that our bond is much stronger than RAGNAROK's, as a team between you two and as a whole. Like I said, I don't care if you drank milk from the same breast, I don't care if you were fetuses holding hands in your surrogate mothers womb, I don't care if you were grown in the same insulator in the same science lab in Nevada, you haven't been through the same trials as a team that Ryan and I have. Fuck your "two years ago" bullshit. If Ryan and I are good at anything its tearing bonds to shreds, because we -- especially me, I have a knack for taking peoples whole perception of themselves and tearing it to pieces. Need an example? Look in the mirror. Norman Hellion had doubt creeping in when we absconded those titles from your camp, and that doubt nearly destroyed your entire faction. But you're not in a box because of your doubt Miles, you're in this box because your attention is completely diverted from the real matter at hand: how are you going to beat us? You haven't given us that. You haven't given us how, you haven't even given us why. All you have are these petty what-if scenario's where Ryan Savage gets so tired of my shit that maybe just maybe he takes me out in the middle of our match and hands you two the gold. I know that's what it's all about for you, but let me tell you something, if Ryan and I have managed to survive as a team even after I'd take the last piece of chicken from the KFC bucket, we damn sure can survive the "REALLY GOOD" guy trying to plant seeds of doubt in our minds, thank you very much. By the way I know it's hypocritical of me to use that whole "REALLY GOOD" cliche since I usually hate when people resort to cliche's but seriously, are we just supposed to pretend you know what the fuck you're talking about when it comes to tag teams? And I'm supposed to even put you in the same category as Ryan Savage just because of one heated rivalry between Scott Oasis -- in which you LOST? Take a look what puts you on the map, kiddo, and then take a look at us. Night and day. I sort of feel childish even comparing myself to you, but come on. 

You two are already off to a bad start and you're going down a dangerous road with your line of thinking. People always think I go out of my way to manipulate and intimidate my opponents and that may be true for the most part, but it's often their mentality that has them down for the count before I ever step into the ring with them. Forget about the ridiculous technicalities, what-if scenarios and reason #389 why Mr. DEDEDE should retire and focus on the task at hand. I'm not asking you to lay down and admit defeat, but god damn it at least get the hint. Haven't you seen enough remains on this battlefield to know what you're getting into by now? Haven't you seen enough animal tusks to avoid the very obvious traps set up... by the animals themselves!?!? The tree isn't the real killer of the dead men who hang from it, it's merely the grave the dead man chose.......... don't know where I was going with that analogy......... oh, right okay now I remember. I'm expecting a clinic this weekend. I'm expecting your talent to amount to a competitive, challenging, and in a sadistic kind of way, "fun" match. But often times people who face me throw the whole "spotlight" thing in my face along with a bunch of other crap that's not going to amount to a damn thing once they're in the ring with me, face to face and can't fight their battle with words. In a results-oriented world, people get caught up with the insignificant bush league bullshit, but on the big stage that's when things become a lot more primal. Don't worry about the bond between Ryan Savage and I, we'll be okay. Worry about yourselves, because talent aside, what kids like you often find out the hard way is that on the big stage, in the big fight scenario, your own worst enemy is you.

(Scene opens with the Heart Break Boy entering a public library, smiling and all as he approaches a lady desk clerk.)


Clerk: How may I help you?


(HBB's face wanders around)


HBB: I'm looking for a book... Something that is fictional.


Clerk: Follow me this way. I can help you find something that best suits your needs. What kind of fictional stories do you like? Mutant Animals? Superheroes?  


HBB: I'm looking for something that has horns with red skin and an evil face expression.  


Clerk: I don't think we have books like that, sorry.  


HBB: Oh darn! I wanted to read Hades a bedtime story.  


Clerk: You have a kid named Hades? Unique name. I bet he's too cute.


HBB: I guess you can say that minus the cute part. I just wanted to show him how unpopular it should be to mimic a guy with horns, red skin and an evil face expression. Then again, there's no such thing, that's why I want a fiction book.  


Clerk: I don't get it. Are you talking about the devil?


HBB: No! The devil does not have red skin or horns. He probably doesn't even have an evil face expression but my kid, Hades thinks so.  


Clerk: So your son thinks that he's the devil?


HBB: A fake one! You know, the one with the red skin, horns and all?


Clerk: Oh, I see... Uhhhh... What about Hercules?


HBB: Hercules is fictional? Maybe I can just show him the animated movie or better yet, how about reenacting it together?


Clerk: We don't sell costumes with red skin and horns, mister.  


HBB: Yeah , true. I guess Party City it is! But before I get out of here, I want to buy a book for myself.


Clerk: What would you like?  


HBB: "How to Wrestle for Dummies."


Clerk: I know that we have something like that, I'll go check it out for you.


HBB: Much appreciated, lady.  


(A few seconds later, the clerk comes from out of the backroom with the book "How to Wrestle for Dummies" and hands it over to HBB. He flips the pages with an concerned look on his face as the clerk questions him.)


Clerk: What's the matter?  


HBB: I just--this is---MAN! This is so hard for me. I don't think this is the career for me.  


Clerk: Awwwwww... You can do anything, just pray to God about it first.


HBB: Preach, sister!


Clerk: Let me read it for you and see if you have everything down packed.


HBB: What an awesome idea, I love the way you think! Go!


Clerk: Wrestler Name?


HBB: Heart Break Boy. Check.


Clerk: Theme Song?


HBB: "Fear" by Lecrae. Check.


Height? Weight?


HBB: 6 SOMETHING AND 220 POUNDS! Check.


Clerk: Gimmick?


HBB: People pleaser? Not like a prostitute but you know what I mean.  


Clerk: Character influences?  


HBB: My life? How about that? You know... how God changed me and all that?


Clerk: I guess that works but wouldn't people take your belief in God as nothing but boloney?


HBB: No! Now, keep going!


Clerk: Do you have any accolades and accomplishments?


HBB: Yeah! Vixens Champion for a whole year. Two time Hall of Famer. AN---


Clerk: Wait, aren't Vixens supposed to b--- (HBB quickly covers her mouth)


HBB: Shhhhhhhh! I am not going to speak further into this! Now go on.  


Clerk: Fine, fine. Make a short promo in five seconds.  (She begins counting but HBB is nervous due to unpreparedness)


ONE! HBB: But I can'-- TWO! HBB: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHIN--THREE! HBB: HADES I--- FOUR! HBB: NO--- FIVE! GO!


(HBB quickly looks toward the camera)


Well that didn't last long. I can hear all the buzz surrounding my return to EAW and I really appreciate that everyone has thought of me in my absence but I do not deserve it. I don't deserve to wrestle anymore but by God's grace, he allowed redemption to play it's part.I have been sloppy during the last durations of my EAW  career and life. And during the bits of early 2014, the things of this world had taken over to the point of lack of self-respect. I'm talking about heavy addiction, laziness and failure. I deserved to have my eyes taken away from me and not to say that God caused it but he simply allowed it. Do you think God would tempt any man with evil, Hades? I guarantee that he's going to allow for any damage that you please to take full affect on me. But still, I stand, I conquer through the blood of the Lord.  Because like you have said, this is a high-risk business, which makes it even more valuable to show how mighty God is. Now, I understand how this business works. When I had finally opened my eyes, I did see all the changes around here but one of things that stuck out to me was "pride." What's the definition of pride? In my own words, it is a sense of superiority. Why couldn't EAW just simply remain "Extreme?" Then people go ahead and say that I have gotten soft. I don't mind the change and all but in my opinion, what I always loved about this company was their ability to stay in their lane, play their own game and come up with their own styles of play. I guess that feeling of higher power decided their decision to change into "Elite." Perhaps, they just felt it was time for a change, but I feel it was more to it. I can see everything in Jesus around EAW more than I have before. Majority of us are  basically using biblical context, but often in an immoral way. There are guys like yourself, Hades that doesn't mind playing the opposite role, actually, in more ways than none, the people using God's name in an immoral way are worse. At least you have admit being used by the devil like a voodoo doll.


As for me, if anyone has a problem with the way I do things, then that's your problem -- NOT MINE. You can always stress your opinion about me but regardless of the fact, you still cannot kill my joy. I have overheard, Montell Smooth already belittling all the things that I do. Well, that is good for him and I'm excited to see him back inside an EAW ring as well. Maybe this time we can see how well he can do in EAW without dropping on his knees to hisusedtobeGod --- MAK. I'm not going to act surprised by the outrageous insults because this is EAW after all. I expect people to use your weakest area to try and knock you back down, proving to have no good insight(or raw talent) at all -- And I'm the one that used to be blind.  


In my awareness, I couldn't see the things that were unseen but in my blindness, I can see many things that have changed my life. One of them which is my "fighting spirit." Hades, you have to understand, I didn't pray to God for this again, in fact, I had questioned myself in my last "inspirational sermon," why am I even here? I have never expected to come back after getting a bit comfortable of not being able to see. I'm not hoping to go blind again but I am hoping to heal the blind that is you, and everyone else in EAW, eyes that are closed. And once you see, then you will know why my desire to take upon "RISK" because that is what life is all about. If you stand in the back the whole entire time, you won't be able to listen closely. If you don't raise your hand, then someone else will and take your position. If you make it to work late, then someone else had to step up and take your extra load. What I'm saying is this, if I was scared to take this risk then someone would have taken it, and probably without the right intentions.  


People can make jokes on God, who is really the one sneering at them because once judgement day comes, many will scream "Lord, Lord." Likewise to this situation, Hades, God won't be able to hear my cries because your voice will be in high-pitch mode after I'm done wiping away your own blind spot that you have covered yourself. By this point in time, I expected to see Hades -- holding up the EAW championship going one-on-one with me but I only get Hades -- holding up a cheap lighter. Don't be fooled, I still respect the hell out of you, but I guess my expectations would seem a bit more harsh than God's. I know you're not here to satisfy the "notorious Heart Break Boy" in your words. I'm not even here to satisfy anyone but one. However, maybe it's not my expectations, maybe it's the expectation that echoes greatness, which I don't see coming from you. As that bell rings, it will become proven, not written, because the next move I will make will determine your career judgement through my eyes.  


(Suddenly HBB looks behind him to see the lady clerk and her fellow employees listening to his entire speech. They all start clapping as HBB raises his eyebrow, shocked to see a crowd behind him.)


Clerk: Impressive for your first promo!  


HBB: Well like an old wise man named Mr. DEDEDE would say:


#THATSGOD


(Camera fades to black)