So, you aren’t going to bring yourself seriously are you Angelo?

Hahahaha

That’s cute, considering that YOU got wrecked in SECONDS like a bitch you really are last week. Don’t spread me with lies that you giving V a chance to redeem himself, because truthfully, he looked so strong when he kicked your arse last week. It was pretty much a one-sided match. It was pretty much a massacre. This is what I mean by saying you are arrogant, Angelo. You don’t have any courages to admit how pathetic you really are last week. You can’t even get back-up to your feet when the camera was still on. You looked so broken, battered, and shattered, and now, let’s see how arrogant you are when I kicked your arse this week. If you think you can beat me in seconds, then you’ll be in state of shock. You aren’t serious enough to prepare this match and you’re going to regret that. You aren’t even bothered to see the fact that I never got destroyed in seconds like you did last week. I never let anyone to destroy me Angelo. I’m not a bitch like you are. I always force anyone to step up their game to beat me. Despite some people success to beat me, they can’t even make a smile to their face. Do you know why? Because they know how dangerous I really am. They know they can’t beat me once I meet them in the ring again. They know I can beat them in future dates. You aren’t going to be different Angelo. If there’s any differences between you and them is that I’ll be come out as the winner while you are lying in the ring like a bitch again as a loser. You are already ignorant enough Angelo, and I’ll be gladly to open your eyes by inflicting some pains in your body. Believe me, I know what I’m capable off and I know what I can do. That I can beat you right in the middle of the ring. I might even demolished you in seconds like V did last week to you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

You said that the fans will eventually turn on me? Wow, I’m detecting some jealously here. Are you jealous to see the fact that the fans hate you Angelo? Are you jealous to see the fact that I have countless fans behind my back? The reason why I have fans in my back is because I keep showing hard work and dedication every day in and day out. No matter how many times I fail, I always keep acting like a man I really am. I don’t make any lames excuse like you do. No matter what kind off dirty tactic cheaps my opponents use onto me, I just keep my mouth shut. Because I know once I meet them again, I can beat them. Oh and of course, I have a natural charisma as well. EAW marketing team asked me to be The Host of The Mic Check. The show that was previously hosted by The Hall of Famer Mister K. They even needed 5 years to pick a new host after Mister K leaves. I must be something right? It was good to host it once, but I’m not interested to do it again. I’m not interested for some extra money and fame. What I’m really interested in is wrestling. My heart and my soul belong to this business. They are belong to the ring. Is The Mic Check still going on when I decide to not host it twice? Nah it isn’t. Do EAW marketing ever ask you to host it or any other shows? Nope, they don’t. They don’t see you as a charismatic individual. So yeah, I’m more charismatic than you’ll ever be, just like I’ll always be the better wrestler than you really are. But more importantly? I always act like a man. I'm a class act.

You on another hand, you don’t acted like a man. You act like a bitch. Because that’s all you really are, a bitch. Why don’t you just admit that V got the upper hand on you instead making a lame excuse? How can the fans take you seriously if you can’t even handle 1 defeat Angelo? No wonder why your family ditched you and leaving you behind. If your own family can’t love you, how can other people love you? So just be glad, Mr. Brando, I’m giving you all my focus onto you in this upcoming Dynasty vs Showdown Super Show. You might not like it though, because it means I’m ready to give you another defeat. Your journey to be the Interwire Champion, won’t be so pretty. Are you ready for that? Nah, I don’t think so. Just be glad I’m not on Dynasty Angelo, because I’m only going to beat you once....at least for now.

Speaking of brands, are you seriously deluded enough to say every awards and accolades that Showdown has obtained is just for promoting the band? We gain countless loyal fans from every single part of the world. We even needs to come to Friday night to help out Dynasty to boast the ratings. That’s another proof why Showdown is the superior brand Angelo. Don’t get me wrong, Dynasty is great and all that, but in every aspects, Showdown is the better show. We make the Saturday Night very memorable to the fans. Now, we are going to make The Friday Night September the 9th 2016 very memorable as well once we show to the fans that Showdown talents beating Dynasty talents in Dynasty’s turf. That being said, I’m going to beat you as well Angelo.

You think I’m just a sacrifical lamb for Showdown? Nah, Damien Murdow wants to prove why Showdown is indeed the better show than Dynasty will ever be. He sends every single of Showdown’s best talents to destroy Dynasty’s dummies. He trusts me to beat you Angelo. Otherwise, he’ll send another talent. That being said, I’m very good enough to represent Showdown why we are the better brand than Dynasty.

You need to take a look at yourself Angelo, Sebastian Monroe doesn’t trust you to represent Team Dynasty in Territorial Invansion because he knows Jacob Senn, Devan Dubian, TLA, and Alex Wilder are the better talent than you will ever be. HRDO even puts a trust on a madman instead of you. But hey, at least you are on this Dynasty vs Showdown supercard. But it’s not because Monroe trusts you. It’s because he wants to test you if you are really a worthy contender for TLA’s Interwire Championship or not. You have a chance to proof him that you are really worthy, but in the end, I’m still going to beat you, Mr. Brando.


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I don’t think a loss would prove anyone right. In my book, you’ll always be the OG Vixen that didn’t take shit from anyone and always came out swinging. In my book, you’re hardly the third best Vixen in that group you speak of. Where you do rank isn’t for me to decide, exactly, but that’s not where I’d place you at all. You expect me to stand here and laugh and mock every word you say because that’s what you’ve grown used to throughout this tournament. I don’t have to do that to gain some sort of mental edge against my opponents. When they do it to me, as I’m sure you feel when it’s done to you, I can only smirk as I calculate every mistake they’re making toward their demise to me in that ring. You never lost your game. You say it yourself. One loss never defines you. That’s exactly what I was saying. You were written off by fans after losing to Sheridan Müller, yet here you are standing in the semi-finals of the Empress of Elite tournament with the Specialist’s Championship strapped around your waist. And now you face me, the longest reigning Specialist’s Champion who somehow did all of that while standing in the shadows. I wouldn’t say either of us stand in the shadows. I was constantly thrust into big positions with lofty expectations placed over me again and again. But while everyone wants to point out my failures as often as possible, they never seem to mention me winning the Specialist’s title, raising the bar of the title by defeating the Vixen’s Champion and scoring one of the three wins over Hexa-gun that brought that group to an end. I guess that makes us even more similar than you might want to admit, Kendra. People just want to write off our accomplishments and decide that we’re done. I can’t believe that I’ve heard time after time during and just before this tournament that I’m finished. I’m a year into my career in EAW, and already people are telling me my time here is done. Yet here I stand in the semi-finals of the Empress of Elite tournament and they don’t have a chance in hell of standing here with us. They’re done. They missed their shots. This is our shot to take a spot in the final. And this is our chance to wear a crown. Best, second best, third best, fuck all of that. This is about this match, right now and seeing which one of us can rise to the occasion and move on to the crown stage. I always imagined you would find your way to the top once again. As soon as it became apparent you were back for good. You are already at the top tier because you never left it. You’re that damn good. You can step away and come back and be right back where you were all along. And you don’t have to worry about me getting jealous of anything that happens this week, because I’m going into this match and I’m taking the win for myself. I loved watching you when I was coming up in this business, and hell yes I idolized you and early on I tried to fight exactly like you. But that admiration runs so deep that it means even more to me that I beat you and move on to the finals. The reality is that anyone can win this match, and the outcome won’t change my thoughts on you. But I hope the same can be said about you. And I hope when I do win this match and stamp my name in the finals, you don’t tarnish my name across the feeds or throw any sort of tantrums. I hope that respect remains from within you as well. I try not to get too emotional about the outcomes of matches. Every match is a chance to learn, every loss a chance to reinvent myself. This match is a chance to reclaim the spot where I want to be.
 
You say you need this one more than me, but I don’t know. It sure doesn’t feel that way. They can say what they want about you, but the truth will always remain in the facts. You are one of the best damn wrestlers to ever walk this earth. And me? I’m just a stubborn girl that will never back away from any challenge. The bigger the challenge, the higher my game seems to go. The more ready I come to fight. I broke down my entire craft after Pain for Pride and started to reexamine everything about my skills and ability. You talk about reinventing yourself. This is a totally different version of that Cailin that made a long title run. This is an improved version. I knew I was capable of winning my group and going on to win this whole tournament. And what you say about me “tumbling down to the bottom,” is exactly why it means something to me to win this. Don’t misunderstand my friendships. I’ve done plenty on my own, and I’ve always preferred to fight alone. You might notice, those two do a lot more together than they do with me anymore. That’s because my focus has changed completely. It came down to this, and this alone. I wanted to win this tournament. I wanted to become the Empress and give someone the fight of her life at Road to Redemption. It’s not about what other people think, though. It’s about me. This is about doing this for me. I won’t let myself down. Not when I’ve put in this much work to reach this point. They didn’t want to make it easy. They made me walk the line of death row and find my own way to the next stage. There are so many women who didn’t even make it to this point to stand beside us, and you say this match will make or break us. We will go on from this match and life will move on. One of us wins and one of us loses. Hopefully we meet again down the line because I would hope we get to fight again. I would hope my win over you in the semi-finals in this tournament won’t be the last chapter we write together.
 
You talk about that shadow so much, but look around. Cameron and HBG were in this tournament and you made it to the semi-finals. You are the OG queen and that will never change. You will always stand on a high pedestal above so many others and you have bragging rights many of the new-age Vixens will never, ever come close to. So maybe you think you need this limelight badly, but I think I need it more. Hell, I want it more, Kendra. I’m willing to do anything in this match to make sure it ends with my hand raised in the air and a ticket punched in those finals. I don’t even know who will be on the other side. My focus hasn’t left you since I learned my opponent. I’m dialed in for this match. I’m ready to win this match. A win over my idol will mean so much to me, but rising to the top and becoming the Empress of Elite means even more. But that’s a whole another step away. First things first, I come into this match and I take what I want. It’s not out of disrespect, and you know that. You know as well as anyone that’s how you survive in this business. The past is the past. What I want right now exists in the present. Throw away all the accomplishments and achievements when comparing us and just go head to head right here. They will try to make this match legend vs. future or idol vs. fan, screw all of that. I just want to fight Kendra fucking Shamez for the chance to move on in the Empress of Elite finals. Only one of us can rise to the occasion and move on in this tournament. And that will be Cailin Dillon. I might not be a queen or the OG Vixen. I might not have any real accomplishments or last achievements written to my name. But by the end of next weekend I will be your Empress.

A man stops at nothing! I guess that is what Winterborn said last time? He is now left with only heating up. This revolution of hit a brick wall, with a Fleur de Lis. Now to continue to talk about last week. To get this one right I want to talk about Kawajay and his comments that this might be my only victory. It's pretty interesting that someone like him should talk. He who stanted in a pity until he was lucky enough to put an arm out of the grave. In a way I understand why he works for Voltage. He is the same as Carlos. But misery has it's way with all of us in the end. That EAW Championship served you well until you left and found your self on the that table. And sitting there like you have forgotten how much people looked down on you! Remember when nobody gave you a chance to do anything? Because I still remember! I do! In all the darkness and in all the clouds I still remember the past of EAW! I saw it all! I saw it's past, I see it's present and I will see it's future! So now Mister Kawajay if you hold such opinions I want to know why don't you tell me on what do you base them? But why not look in the mirror and then think about what you want to tell me? Or better yet! Why don't you come back to one last match against me? And let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is!

Now moving to this week. I have the pleasure to fight  J.D Damon! Now this kind of pleasure comes from the fact that I am going to face someone worthy of my time. What I enjoy the most for this week is that I have the chance to face someone that stands on a mission to burn this "New Generation". In him and Kenny Drake I find a that there is some kind of kindred spirits with myself. But with all the brutality that they show each and every week I find it hard to see that our mission is common. While our mission starts from the same point, it isn't the same thing. Look at evolution and you will see that both the moneky and the pig have a common start, but there is a difference that can be seen with the naked eye. So you will see in this match.

One way of seeing it is seeing how I don't need another person, or rather said a group of people to protect me around. While you scream to the moon and back that you have an Army I'm quite curios what you would do without it. Would you take a few steps back? Would you smirk and then run for your life? What would you do? The answer that you will throw around might be that you will fight or you might just want to ignore the question. In the end it doesn't matter what you will tell everyone around I know what I can see into your eyes and I have seen exactly what I wanted! And that is enough for me to understand you, to see feel you, but not enough to make me let you beat me until I am bloody and broken. I am not the hero you have declared war upon, I will not let myself fall so easily like he has!

VOLTAGE I: LET THE GAMES BEGIN.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET THE MARVELOUS HARDCORE GAMES BEGIN!  

(The scene begins as a camera begins to pan over a red-lighted room.  It is full of different objects, that appear to be different in-ring weapons.  There are silhouettes of chairs, baseball bats, thumb tacks, broken wooden sticks, and tack-filled ladders.  Nathan Fiora is seen walking into the area and is welcomed with a huge ovation from his camera crew.  Rebecca Sawyer and Preacher Jamal are seen, walking with the most confidence in the world.  A throne full of glass shards and thorns is seen, as Fiora sets down a picture of Diamond Cage and Christian Locke.)

Well, well, well.  It’s time go home.  The home that I haven’t been in since I’ve been in EAW.  It’s been four months since I’ve had the opportunity and man, am I ready or what.  I don’t only get to go home but what’s the other thing.  Hmm.  Who is main eventing Voltage for the second time in three weeks?  This freaking guy.  I have been demanding for respect for the past couple of weeks because of the effort and dedication I put into this business.  Carlos Rosso has been getting the memo because I am where I should be at every week; being the man of Voltage.  No, the man of Voltage is not some delusional king and not some rat-looking creature.  The man of Voltage is none other than THE NATHAN FIORA himself.  I hate to rain on my beautiful and tremendous parade, but I do have some questions about my “actions” last week.  Look, you ungrateful little mimes, I had every right to not do anything about Christian Locke’s battering.  First off, that shit was satisfying.  Seeing the man who thinks he is the indestructible man of wrestling get decimated by just a few guys was hilarious.  I give props to Kenny Drake and his gang of slaves to get the job done every time, as much as I don’t like this fool.  Second, what the hell was I supposed to do?  Save the day?  HELL NO.  My career is going to be lasting a lot longer if I make SMART decisions and not try to be the big happy super hero that everyone wants to see.  Fiora Life Tip number five hundred and twenty-three says that you should always let others be the heroes.  Mister Ol’ Carson Ramsay could’ve saved Christian Locke but what did he do?  Nothing.  This man does the same that I did, but I get questioned for MY actions?  THIS IS BIAS AT IT’S GREATEST.  WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?  I DID NOTHING WRONG.  I looked out for Team Voltage by keeping myself at one hundred percent; would it have been better if I got taken out too?  Apparently according to the fans and bookers, I should’ve taken the vibe.  This is why I don’t listen to idiots who are locked up in their rooms all day, watching shows like Friends instead of getting actual, real life friends.  They don’t know about the real world, but they do know about perfect-world stories like Cinderella and Dora The Explorer Episodes.  This is about me and me only; I don’t look out for my friends anymore.  Why should I care about what Phoenix Winterborn is doing when I’m on top of the world, being featured on the biggest matches every night?  I’m not going to WASTE my time wondering if he’s okay or not; I’m just living for me.  I have been successful by living for myself.  Look at this title.  This title did not grow legs and come to me all by itself.  I EARNED this; I lost a part of me just to have this title around my waste, so excuse my pride because I EARN what I have.  This is my problem though.  I work so hard while my partner decides to drop the ball, yet I get blamed for it?  Disgusting behavior by all the management in EAW and every single piece of human crap that watches this show every week.  But you’ll get an “explanation”, alright.  The truth will be revealed.  My intentions for the betterment of Voltage are there, folks.  Things are slowly changing, but you may just not realize it yet.  Enough of the bias and hypocrisy this company contains and let’s get to the real, juicy content.  

(A clip of Fiora with a group of women is shown, which he is flirting with constantly.  Preacher Jamal and Rebecca Sawyer are present, enjoying the festivities.  After a few scenes of definite intoxication and drugs, Nathan is presented with a cake.  The cake says “Happy Thirty Days” and the people are congratulating Nathan on something.  Fiora gives a speech and the party scene cuts off, going back to present day Fiora.)

Last night was quite the night.  I was out, partying out like crazy with a ton of women and friends by my side.  We were celebrating day thirty of my title reign, which isn’t shocking.  Then someone shoots me a text talking about this open Hardcore invitational, which will apparently determine who will be the first contender for my title.  This match better be great.  It won’t have me in, which will devalue it a little bit, sadly.  However, this title is becoming prestigious because of ME.  Every Elitist and Vixen alike are clawing and biting to get an opportunity to face me for the best title in this industry today.  Maero is throwing his name out there like there’s no tomorrow, but I’m not scared at all.  Why would I be scared of the guy who’s wearing his Halloween costume every year long?  No reason.  He couldn’t get the job done the first time and he won’t get it done the second time or third time.  This may be his dream, but his dreams will be broken into pieces, just like the shards of glass that will enter his body when he enters into a ring with me.  My message is for everyone in the Voltage roster.  I don’t care about who you are what you’ve done; I will conquer and destroy any man or woman who stands in my way.  Call in your Aria Jaxons, Phoenix Winterborns, Tarah Novas, Marco Fedors...I still can’t get over this man’s bitchy run-away gimmick, but my point is: NO ONE WILL BEAT ME, EVERRRR.  So come up to my ride, boys and girls of all ages; it’s time to be put down with blood and total dismemberment of your souls and bodies.  Diamond Cage will suffer a similar fate this week.  He’s been one of the more vocal people about Team Voltage’s chances of winning and he’s just an old asshole.  This man thinks that his hardcore ways are going to help him, but last I heard was that Diamond Cage left his toys back in his closet, leaving them to pile dust.  Maybe I’m wrong about that, but Cage can not deny the fact that he isn’t as Hardcore as he used to be.  He’s going up against THE HARDCORE CHAMPION.  You aren’t just facing any ordinary man on this roster, no no.  You will be going up against the man who is willing to do ANYTHING to win.  This is why I didn’t decide to be an idiot and help out crippled Christian.  Now is the time to put everything on the line.  Diamond Cage, I see the hatred for me in your eyes.  You don’t like how I act and what I say to you every time I’m around you.  Why don’t you do something about it?  Are you going to bring the hardcore inside of you back or are you going to be a little bitch?  The choice is up to you.  I will be bringing my best effort and my worst thoughts this Sunday night.  We will be in MY HOME; MY DOMAIN.  We’ll be playing by MY rules, and I’m expecting a whole hell fest to emerge, full of blood, broken bones, and exposed flesh.  I will leave you worse than Christian Locke is right now.  You’ll be where you belong; a retirement home, full of people who’s best days are now behind them.  Don’t take this as a grain of salt.  Take this as my battle cry because this is going to be...Hardcore Harmony.  See you in Chicago. Oh.
And P.S.
You’re dead. 

I’M BULLETPROOF.  THERE IS NO STOPPING THE FIORA REGIME. 


THAT’S A WRAP.

(Nathan Fiora grabs the title and lifts it over his head as he gets into the camera, bragging and talking trash.  Rebecca Sawyer pats him in the back and Fiora stops.  He gains his composure and straightens up his attire.  All three individuals head out as the camera fades to black.)

>DYNASTY VS SHOWDOWN


I can feel my eyes water as I watch you from afar. I have to blink back my tears and keep my composure – I have an image to protect, a reputation to hold to the upmost prestige. My stomach has the sensation of a million butterflies bursting through their cocoons, flapping their wings in pure excitement and exhilaration waiting for what life has in store. I feel the sweat glands in my palms moisten and I can even feel my heart begin to beat faster and faster. The outer exterior shows no signs of distress but inside I can feel my intestines slowly knotting into a bow.  I’m so close, I’m so close to creating history – AGAIN.
 
I’ve had many downfalls in my career. I’ve taken losses to individuals who simply don’t deserve the bragging rights of defeating Kendra Shamez. I’ve made a complete fool out of myself in front of millions and my reputation as a serious, passionate competitor was tarnished. When I was offered the opportunity to be in the Empress of Elite, I was hesitant. I didn’t know if I was ready to set myself up for failure once more. After all, what was the difference between this time from the rest? Have I changed? Have I learned from my mistakes? Well – of course I have. I’m Kendra fucking Shamez.
 
When I was offered the opportunity to be in the Empress of Elite, it was an offer that I couldn’t refuse. I had many tell me how much of a big mistake it was. I had many question my athletic abilities simply because of my age. I had people question my legitimacy something that has NEVER been questioned since my time here in EAW. Have people quickly forgotten of what I’m capable of? Have people lost sight of the legendary moments I’ve created in EAW? I was Medusa, I was at one point in my career the longest reigning Vixens champion. I’ve had moments in my career that have been forever sketched into the history books. My past losses don’t reflect on me as an individual competitor. Those who have a brain, a normal functioning brain know that I am capable to outperform every single vixen in this roster. You can all go ahead and bet on that.
 
But before you listen to my words and laugh at how lackluster they may be, don’t mistake my confidence for cockiness because that’s definitely not what I want it to be transmitted as. Right now, I’m on top of the world. You have to understand, Cailin, I have this championship that never in a million years I would’ve thought I’ve have in my possession. This may be how you feel as well, correct? You’re going against your childhood idol, which by the way – way to make me feel old. But you’re doing something you never once imagined could take place in our present day. I never thought I’d be a champion in EAW again and you never thought you’d have the opportunity to face me. Although, everyone must be content with our matchup but for my title win – that’s another story. Everyone has been a smart ass about my return and they always say shit like “Kendra lost her game.” Or “You don’t got it anymore, Kendra.” That is what infuriates me the most. That is what makes my blood boil to the point where I feel like I can’t even function. But now that I have my gold strapped around my waist I feel like I can do it all. I’ve seen you wrestle, I’ve seen you beat greats like Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava. It’s impressive, there’s no doubt about that – but I can’t help but to be annoyed. Please don’t tell me this is going to be another Tarah Nova situation, okay? You know – The opponent approaches the idol in a very loving fashion. The opponent praises the past accomplishment of the idol as the idol believes the competitor is actually a swell human being so she begins to put her guard down. When it comes down to it and the idol shows exactly why she’s the idol and completely decimates the opponent, the respect that the opponent had for the idol suddenly diminishes. The respect, love and honor the opponent had is nonexistent as the idol is left confusing – questioning everything. Are you going to let that happen too, Cailin? Are you going to be like Tarah Nova and let your jealousy, anger and frustration get the best of you when I advance to the finals and you don’t? Will you be angry when you realize that someone who barely came back to the company after years is in the main event scene while you get pushed to the sidelines JUST how you have been doing so for the past year? Will ya? Huh? Will ya?
 

Don’t get me wrong, Cailin, I like you. I like you a whole lot more than the rest of the bitches that prance around backstage as if they own the place. You are someone who I’ve always been fond of, someone who I’ve always rooted for because in a way, you remind me of me when I was younger. I was always seen as the shadow of both Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava. You, on the other hand, you always seem to be third best after Tarah Nova and Aria Jaxon. Doesn’t that bug you? Doesn’t that make your blood boil? Why do you continue to lower yourself in order to be “friends” with women who will quickly throw you under the bus in order for them to soak up YOUR fifteen minutes of fame? Regardless of the outcome, our match will either make us or break us. This match will either define you as a sole Vixen competitor that is able to hold her own without the likes of Aria and Tarah holding your hand every step of the way or you’ll just go tumbling down to the bottom. You’ll fall so hard that everyone who was once cheering for you, rooting for you to take home the goal will put their hand down from the air. They’re going to tilt their heads down and sigh, “Cailin has let us down once again.” All that hard work, all that hope and aspiration you have flowing through your airways will be for what? For nothing. That’s only a possibility, though, so don’t feel too insulted. It can happen, let’s be realistic. Another outcome can be that I can lose. Losing will simply prove all of the naysayers right. All of the doubts and speculation of my talent will become a reality. I’ll go home that night knowing that I let myself down and that I wasn’t able to keep my word. BUT another possibility is that I will mark my placement at the top of the tier of the Vixens division by winning this tournament. This will enable me to reinvent myself. This will enable me to cement my elite status among the rest of the vixens. This will give me the bragging rights. No longer will I have to live in HBG’s or Cameron’s shadow. No longer will I be known as the third best Vixen in EAW. I WILL FINALLY GET THE RECOGNITION I DESERVE. I will finally be able to say that I am the Empress of this division. The real queen, the real OG. I’m not ready to go tumbling down to the bottom, Cailin. I’m not ready to give up my spot in the lime light. I need this more than you.

Heh, everyone has their days don’t they?

Chris Elite beat me fair and square. He did what he wanted to do. He fulfilled his own promise. In the end of the day, he retained the New Breed Championship. But one thing for sure, he knows he’s wrong at one thing: that he didn’t have to give his best. No, I forced him to bring more than his best. I forced him to break a lot of sweat. I forced him to waste a lot of breath. But for now, congratulations Chris. I’ll make sure your hands and your feets won’t reach the ropes once we meet in the ring again. You know you are not better than me.

But let’s move on shall we? You all know very well that I will never give up and I will never surrender. No matter how many times people knocked me out, I will never stop. I have proven it over and over again that I will always get back-up to my feet no matter what the odds. I wrestle with my heart and my soul. I always bring my A-Game everytime I come to the ring. I never speak lies, I always speak the truth. I’m the man of my words, and that’s what makes me dangerous.
Apparently, Damien Murrow really understand this. He’s trusting me to represent Showdown in the upcoming Dynasty vs Showdown Super Show in Chicago. I have a honor to represent my Brand and my show to show everybody else why Showdown is the best brand in this company.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. Dynasty is a good show. Voltage is no different. But Showdown? We are on another level. We have countless fans coming to the arena. Everytime we sell tickets, it will always be sold out. We make fans’ Saturday night very memorable. We always sending people home happy. I mean, how many times EAW journalists choose our brands as show of the week since Season 10 started? 5 times. That’s a great accomplishment isn’t it? That’s why Showdown is EAW’s number 1 show. That’s why Showdown is the best TV show in the world.

But make no mistake, as proud as I am representing my Show in this Supershow, I’m fighting for myself and my fans. I know very well that my opponent has an opposite different view than me. You see Angelo, you are arrogant. You are selfish. You are a prick. And you are a dummy. You are too celf-centered and too cocky for your own good. I admit, you have the talent, you have the spirit, but you are still a dummy. I get it that you have an upcoming title shot for TLA’s Interwire Championsip, but your cockiness is leading you to your own downfall. You want a proof? Just take a look what happened to you last week. V beat you in seconds. Does it hurt you Angelo? It’s hard to swallow the truth isn’t it? Your talent is crying. Your cockiness is holding yourself back. You are too single-minded that you think you are above everyone else in this world while in reality you are just another self-centered prick in this company.

I’m not holding myself back Angelo. I’ll prove to you why I’m the better wrestler than you. I want to beat you. I want to pin you. I want to make you tap. I want to knock you out. I want to get a win over you. See? I’m 100% serious. I really mean it that I can and will beat you. While I may lost a lot since I got drafted to Showdown, I never got destroyed in seconds like you did. What happened to you Angelo? Isn’t Dynasty supposed to be your brand? Isn’t Dynasty supposed to be your kingdom? That’s the result of your cockiness. In this Dynasty vs Showdown supershow, I’ll show you why I’m the better man than you’ll ever be. The World isn’t resolved around you, the world is resolved around all of us where I beat you right in the middle of the ring. You can believe that, dummy.

 
This is a match dreams were made of. I’ve been put in big spots during my career. But this is a match I always wanted. Not Heart Break Gal or Cameron Ella Ava. This one here. Me vs. Kendra Shamez. If you remember deep back into the start of my career in EAW, back when I faced HBG for the first time, I told her that I came up in the business as a fan of hers. But it wasn’t really like that. I admired following her career and her achievements and watching the style in which she fought. But really, it was you Kendra. Now I know you’ll probably either mock that or crack a joke or say you don’t care, it’s whatever to me. It won’t change the fact that when I signed here, hell, even before I signed here, I had dreams of joining this company and fighting Kendra. There is my room before I left Texas was a poster, and a t-shirt. There was an admiration for everything about Kendra Shamez and the way she did things in that ring. I truly was a fan of you and everything you did in this company. But I joined this company and a match against you seemed out of reach. They told me it would never happen. I was disappointed in the rumors. They said you’d never return. And yet here you are, defying all those words they said, all the bullshit they thought they knew when they didn’t know anything. Here you are, standing right in front of me and soon to be across from me and looking to fight me for just the chance at becoming Empress of Elite in another week. When I joined this company with the dream of fighting you, I wondered how I would feel if that moment ever did come. Would I be scared, nervous, something else… yet here I stand feeling nothing but excitement and exhilaration. All the build up in the world to our match this week will make this stage feel as massive as you could imagine. Almost like it’s being fought on a grand stage instead of a weeknight show. But that’s what this match will be, everything every person out there is imagining. The idea of a walking, breathing Hall of Famer against someone everyone sees as an up and comer is enough to generate massive excitement. People have watched me beat HBG and Cameron and now they will talk about whether or not I can pull off some kind of trifecta of beating legends. Who cares about all of that. I just care about this match with you and doing what it takes to make sure I come out of this week with a win and a spot in those finals. When these groups were announced, I saw you in that opposite group and I wondered. It was possible that this could happen, but I worried about taking care of my own first. And now here we are. I think about all those times watching you in the past. You weren’t willing to do anything other than be yourself. You did what it took to win and you didn’t take shit from anyone unless they could back that up. I once heard someone say you were the opposite of a role model, and I pose the question back to them what’s wrong with being confident. Nothing, that’s the answer. I can’t wait to stand in that ring with you and go toe-to-toe and rip each other apart. That’s what dreams like this are made of. And you can take the lazy road here and talk about turning my dreams into a nightmare by beating me or whatever, but I’m not letting anything stop me from living this out. I’m going to the finals of this tournament and then I’m going to become the Empress of Elite, just like I’ve said all along. This challenge ahead of me is huge and I know that. But I’ve never backed away from a challenge ever. And I’m not going to start now.
 
When this tournament began they put me in a block that they anointed the group of death. And then shit got weird. The last person you might expect started making noise. All of the sudden, it was anyone’s block to win among four different people, not just three or two. Yet here I stand on the other side of death row breathing the air on the outside and looking into the face of something they tell me is an even bigger challenge than I’ve ever faced. So maybe it is. You’re the Specialist’s Champion after all, right? Belt looks nice on you baby, by the way. I don’t care about the predictions and the frivolities; I just care about this match. I care about beating you and I care about becoming the Empress of Elite. I’ve faced a lot of different people in this tournament who had different mindsets and different goals. None of them could compare to where I was. I wasn’t perfect in this tournament, but nobody has been. Everyone has made mistakes, but the ones who survive now are the ones who played the game, learned from the past and made the right moves to get to this point. Look at you. People thought you came back for a one-off at Pain for Pride. They didn’t know shit. Here you are right now still standing around and threatening to take the Specialist’s title and the Empress of Elite crown in a matter of weeks. You came in and you’re shaking things up. That wasn’t your intent, you’re just Kendra freaking Shamez. You come in and you do what you want and you don’t take any names as you beat your way to the top. Or something along those lines. I just came here to take what I want, too. People have tried to tell me this is my last chance or that I’m so last year, but that doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ve put in the work and I’ve done enough to reach this point. I’m not content with just making it to the finals, I’m striving for more. I wanted this matchup from the moment this tournament was announced, and now I want to win it. And I’m ready to win it. I understand your accomplishments and achievements, but I’m not focused on the past. I’m thinking about right now, this match, and what happens at the end of this match on Friday. I’ve waited since before I ever joined EAW to fight in this match. There’s no way I’m letting it slip away and end in a loss.
 
We don’t need to recount history or compare what we’ve done. It’s obvious I couldn’t compare to what you have in a more lengthy EAW career. Let’s just focus on this match for what it is. This is an amazing opportunity for two of the best wrestlers in EAW to meet in a match and put on an unbelievable show. We have the chance to turn heads, just as this tournament has all along. But just because there have been amazing matches already doesn’t mean our match won’t top them all. It doesn’t mean we won’t defy the odds that every put over this match and put on the most incredible performance EAW has seen. We have so many similarities yet many differences. We are two people who are willing to go the distance and do incredible things and push our bodies to the limits to win matches. Our mistakes are in the past and we grew from them in our own ways. There was so much evolution along the way to get to this point. And now we’re both battle-hardened warriors preparing to fight in a war. I’ve been preparing for this for so long. I can’t stop myself from saying that over and over because I feel the excitement of this boiling in my veins. You’re good. You’ve said it so many times. We all know your talent and how much you mean to this company and its history. But this match will be about which one of us is the most determined to win this. This match will come down to which one of us is the most stubborn. I’ll admit it took me awhile when I first got here to realize I had to be myself before I could start to win and grow. I needed to get back to my roots. I needed to do what was right for me. That’s what I’m doing now and that’s why Cailin Dillon is having so much success. But I will never stop pushing for more, never stop taking little bits along the way and picking it up and working to improve. I want to be the best. To be the best, you gotta beat the best. They’re putting the best they can in front of me in the semi-finals this week and they won’t be disappointed. I’m coming into this match on Friday and I’m leaving with a victory in hand. I dreamed of this match from the moment I came here, and now it’s time to put up and shut up. And I won’t disappoint Kendra. There’s a crown sitting on a throne waiting to go on someone’s head at the end of this journey, but I’ve got to survive a war before I get the chance to fight for it. I will make it to the end of this, and I will do it by beating a woman I once tried to model myself as. But now I’m here as myself and it’s going to be enough. All the work I put in to reach this point will pay off with a win over you. I’m going to punch my ticket to the finals on Friday, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

I've been the best since day one.

The hierarchy in attaining greatness is simple. 

Mind
over
Matter

The thoughts you have are able to change the world around you, all by changing what you put out into the world. You can be the change you seek. The mind is the most powerful part of the human body. It's superior to any strongman's deltoid, glutes, traps, or any other muscle. A strong mind is better than ten thousand strong men. A strong will can bring you up from total despair and into your own personal zion. You can find salvation in the confines of your head space. You can turn heaven into hell all by how you change your perception. Heaven, after all, is just how perceive it -- and there can only be hell if you believe it. 

Some people manifest physical scars that weaken the body yet strengthen the mind. There's no doubt that's happened to Scott Oasis.  He's become more fearsome and dominant than he's ever been, and has proven it through his actions alone. Over the past couple of months he's been virtually unstoppable. He took what should have been a death blow and made it his launchpad. He's better without the World Heavyweight Title than he was with it. It's not just physical. It's not just the change in look, it's not just the change in demeanor, it's in the eyes. The eyes never lie, especially not to a man who can read you through them. Mine eyes surely don't lie. You can see the exact moment "Methuselah" comes alive all by the look in my eyes. My eyes tell you every intention I have. Pro wrestlers don't have a good poker face in general. There's too much emotion behind what we do. Only emotion can drive you to follow through with a profession like this. Emotion, hunger, and passion are the driving force. Believe it or not, emotion is part of intelligence. Knowing how to channel your emotion is about just as important as knowing everything else. Emotion and logic are always so divided, and that's because the emotional are often not logical, and the logical generally forego emotion. But finding the balance is the key to success. I think Scott Oasis has finally found the balance. I think he's figured out what it takes to push himself to a new stratosphere. That's why at TI I'll be glad to be the first to truly welcome him to my world. I want to be the first to welcome Scott to my tax bracket. Welcome to my stratosphere. 

But that's at TI. I have plenty of time to talk about TI. I want to talk about this Friday night. I want to talk about my opponent this Friday night. But before I talk about my opponent, let's take a look at the mind some more. Let's take a look at the physical attributes -- the left brain versus the right. Logic vs. Emotion. The left brain, the logical side, can assess and process the situation before them and use deductive reasoning and practical application to find their solution. The right brain, the emotional side, taps into the creativity and imagination that produces what once did not exist. But what happens when you have one without the other? What happens when you have the left brain and forego the right? People like those are generally called "cowards". They understand the low probability in succeeding in life itself, and life itself, and they never move forward. And what what about when you're all emotion and no logic? I believe they call people like those "fools". And on Dynasty vs. Showdown I face the worst of the left and the right brain. I meet the court jester of OMERTA, EAW's biggest coward, and possibly EAW's biggest laughing stock, JJ Silva. 

Seven days before I go in the ring with Scott Oasis, a man who's tapped into his potential and will no doubt be a worthy challenger, I get JJ Silva as my warm up, who is the complete antithesis. While Oasis has broken out from the ranch, Silva continues to cower yet throw stones from the midst of his glass house. Honestly, I can't complain about the booking. I don't have any complaints no matter how abysmal the competition in this match is. I think JJ needs this more than I do. I really do. I really think, JJ, that you need to learn a hard lesson about yourself. The most painful lessons are the most rewarding. The ones that sting the most, the ones that you dread going into, those are the ones you need more than every other. But of course you'll put on that facade of confidence -- that you're this "realist" who can see this situation for exactly what it is and still be unafraid of the threat that I impose. I guess that's the bare minimum to expect from an EAW Elitist. Not many have the balls to admit they're afraid of another man the way I know you're afraid of me, JJ. But I think what you're more afraid of than just me, are the repercussions that come with facing me. Because I am a facade's worst nightmare. I made a man with the facade of "Best in the World" and a man who now claims the mighty don't kneel, kneel before me. Facades do not work against God. And the act you're putting on of this boastful arrogance, or am I supposed to say "confidence", is never going to look more paper-thin than it will once you're staring God in the fucking face.

Because you're a pretender, a coward, and a fool. You're the worst example of the mind itself. You made it far enough to enter these hallowed halls, but if we took a look back from the first day you joined this company and compared it to who you are as a man right now it'd become evident that there's no difference. Nothing about you has changed since day one. Maybe the way you dress, maybe the people around you carrying you to even a sliver of success, but not you. You're a weak, fragile man with an even more feeble mind who would be absolutely lost without others to back him up. You would have nothing, if not for The Iconomy, and if not for Zack Crash. You tried to take the bullshit, generic shortcut to a modicum of success from DAY ONE by forming a stable of lackeys, and look what's happened, your own lackeys have far surpassed you. Cailin Dillon has beaten you and proven she is beyond your league. Chris Elite, a failure, A PERPETUAL FAILURE, A HABITUAL LOSER, A MAN WHO TOOK SEVEN YEARS, SEVEN YEARS TO WIN A ROOKIE TITLE, MADE YOU TAP! A broken clock is right twice a day, and Chris Elite wins twice a year, but the hour hand fell on you. And now you're in the 5th string of OMERTA, a faction that should have died when Scott Oasis left, a complete waste of air time on Showdown behind held together by scraps and Zack Crash's never ending megalomania. The only reason Crash bothers to keep you around is because he doesn't have anybody else. You're one of the "few good men" still loyal to that son of a bitch. You're one of the last few remaining imbeciles who still thinks Zack Crash has anything to offer other than lies. And even despite the fact that Crash is desperate, you're still a liability to him as well. Pathetic.

You are a disgrace. If I ran OMERTA I would have let Damien Murrow keep you in his clutches. No way would I have let anyone embarrass me the way you embarrass Crash and still allow them to associate with me. I would have said fuck you and let you rot in whatever dungeon he had you holed up in. I've dropped people supremely more talented than you over far less, do you think I'd hesitate to sacrifice someone as useless as you? Anyone who isn't desperate would do the same thing. But still you end your fucking speeches with "In OMERTA We Trust" like anybody would trust you. Who the fuck would trust OMERTA with their fucking life? Who would trust JJ Silva, who got kidnapped like a bitch, with their life??? Young Metro wouldn't trust OMERTA. If I had to pick between El Landerson and JJ Silva, I would sooner trust Landerson. At least he doesn't spend his entire career hiding behind people. You haven't gotten stronger whatsoever from the moment I first laid eyes on you, Silva. You've immediately jumped to the first shelter you could find because you don't know a goddamned thing about adversity. You won't know what it's like to be at rock bottom until you no longer have Zack Crash to come rescue you every time you fall. How fucking dare you tell me you're better than me you disgraceful little shit, while I was putting on arguably Match of the Year at Pain for Pride, you were getting curb stomped by my fucking girlfriend and her teammates. 

See that's the problem I have right there with you kids today, you talk so goddamned wreckless but you never have a legitimate case. There's no reason why you should just be able to get away with saying your'e better than Gawd and then bring no facts to the table. The fact that it's so easy for you to talk wreckless like that and have nothing happen to you, is exactly why you're still a weak uncultured naive little fuck. This is why you need this match with me so badly, and this is why I'm not complaining that we're having it. I'm going to have the pleasure of crushing your body and building your mind -- that is, if your body survives. Sometimes you need your will completely broken to understand the full spectrum of life. Life isn't all about hiding behind people and picking up cheap wins and forgettable title reigns. It's about standing behind the shit you say and dealing with your transgressions like a man. I'm going to make a fucking man out of you, boy. You aren't going to get the right to talk all that garbage and not have to deal with the repercussions. I don't know where you think you are but in this is EAW, and there is no freedom of speech in this motherfucker. If there is freedom of speech, it comes hand in hand with the freedom to get your ass beat. This is a dictatorship, and when you speak ill of the Supreme Leader you get fucking confronted. If you thought things were going to get better for you at my expense, you're in for one hell of a wake up call. You're about to experience what true suffering and humiliation looks like. You're going to REALLY find out what rock bottom is all about. Welcome to hardship, Silva. I will be your guide.

[font=Californian FB][color=#A2CD5A]Things suddenly fade in to a shot of Autumn pacing through the backstage area, dressed completely in her wrestling gear, a pair of Beats headphones stuck over her ears blasting out 'Thunderstruck' by AC/DC.  She nods her head in time to the beat of the song, punching her fist into her open palm over and over again.  She had had these headphones on since she arrived in the arena, only stopping to slip clothes off and gear on.  It was her way of shutting out the world, and focusing on the task at hand.  While others were off doing their own thing or running around spouting a bunch of nonsense, Autumn was doing actual work backstage.

Jumping up and down, shadowboxing with the air, stretching out her limbs, the usual thing.  Crew members and other staff working that night would pass her by, nodding their heads, and she so engrossed in her music and what she was doing wouldn't even acknowledge them in the least.  She had bigger things to worry about at the moment than engaging in idle conversation with those kind of people.  The next stage, the next part of the Empress of Elite tournament was that very night and Autumn was bound and determined to see this thing through with a victory.  Stephanie and Tarah had their own reasons for being here, for wanting to move on, but Autumn just wanted to move on and move up, that was really it.  And what better way to do so than to beat the Specialist Champion and another great competitor while she was at it.

[color:9b44=#B0171F]"Maybe I should just let those two duke it out right in front of me.  Let them slaughter each other all because they're so focused on each other that they don't see the real danger lurking right in front of them.  The real deal in this match.  I'm an opportunist, what can I say.  If I can get those two to wear each other down, then it makes it easier for me to sneak in and destroy whatever's left of either woman."


Autumn chuckled softly at her own thoughts, still wandering back and forth.


[color=#B0171F]"I've been on a tear since I've been around, and I'd like to keep it that way.  People think that this whole dark demenor and makeup is a front for being goth or emo or whatever the hell is popular nowadays.  It's far from the truth.  It just ads to the mystique and brutality of my presence in that ring.  If you don't like the way I look or act out there, too bad.  It isn't gonna change anytime soon, for anyone.  Especially for either Tarah or Stephanie.


Those two are bound and determined to see that I don't make it to the next round.  They want to be the one, whichever, going on to the next.  Not gonna happen.  You see, it takes the right kind of person, and the right kind of drive to get anywhere in this tournament.  You can't back out on anything and you can't make excuses for not showing up or whatever.  I want to go on and face the other ladies in this tournament, whomever they may be, because it's all about testing myself against the best this business has to offer, and this tournament is a good example of that.


I don't doubt any of your skills or who you are as a performer.  I just doubt that you two can pull your heads out of the clouds, stop clucking at one another in time to stop me from swooping in to take that all important victory.


Nothing personal girls, I just want this more than you'll ever know."


Autumn grins, continuing her pacing as the scene fades out.