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A year ago yesterday, the second leg of this event took place at TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts. It was on that night that this Elitist made his return to EAW. The thing he'll remember most about that night beyond the roar of the fans or the giddy feeling that he felt inside like a kid that just unwrapped the best Christmas present ever, was the overwhelming sense of gratitude and purpose that filled his heart as he stepped back into the ring. The Hawaiian Christmas Show Spectacle will always hold a special place as well, of course. Though when it comes to this event? The Grand Rampage? This is where the real second run began. When the doors re-opened for this Elitist, it was all he needed, along with time to make it mean something again, but not just for himself. No. Also, for those who were new to the scene around the time, he departed the company after Pain For Pride XIV a few years back. To those who aspire and dare to be nobody else but themselves without worrying about what others may think. That's something that will always hold great value to me. Fast forward to now, a whole year later. Being in an EAW World Championship match against Charlie Marr, the current top guy here on the Gold Brand. If there were ever any doubts that I would get back to this position challenging one of the best to ever do it for the right to be one of the top guys on this whole EAW roster once again? Shame on you. And if there are still any doubts of whether I can finish the job this coming weekend? Those doubts are soon going to be put to rest. Lao Tzu was once quoted as saying a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Whether it be a small, single action or decision, or not. Regardless, each one you take should be purposefully meant to serve as a reminder that even the most daunting tasks can be achieved by staying dedicated to the path ahead. We all have different personal beliefs and perspectives about what it takes to make that happen, and that directly correlates according to how we see it all out. Those who somewhat understand this also understand that someone like me often lets you judge me based on your own interpretation without the need to argue otherwise and just allow my actions and the results to speak for me. To no surprise by now that still rubs many the wrong way, especially when it comes to telling them their own business better than they can tell it themselves. It's really no different here this week with the current champ of the hour. He's made it clear that he wants me off the Voltage brand if he defeats me and if God willing? To retire from professional wrestling altogether so he no longer has to deal with me in any way, shape, or form. The irony in that is so rich, you know? Imagine it. Being away for two years and then being told you no longer belong here by a man who was contemplating retirement himself just months earlier. My recommendation to him would be to not put any kind of a wager on that happening nowhere in the near future.
Any of it.
Something else that won't be coming to pass again is this Lionheart being humiliated on a big stage courtesy of a man that spews more peripheral than a broken record repeats. If I really wanted to transport myself back to 2019 to listen to a standard Charlie Marr uploaded video, I would've done it already. I think my track record this season speaks for itself when speaking of who should or shouldn't be in line to challenge for this title at this point. Cameron Ella Ava, TLA, Jack Ripley, Donovan Duke, and Drake Ki-I mean ‘Gary Daniels’ are all competing in the Grand Rampage match this time around. I'm not, and for good reason. All great names, great competitors. However, the reality is that the results don’t lie. In one form or another, I've outlasted each of them this season, and by the same token, Charlie Marr is still the only elitist who has defeated me on his own accord. He's outsmarted me, and he has benefited greatly from it. This isn't something that I can just ignore and push under the rug. Like a thief in the night following Roberto De La Rosa's cashing in of his 24/7 contract to take the Hardcore Championship, Charlie pinned me and Drake King after we succumbed to our weapons colliding causing an explosion right in our faces that knocked both of us unconscious. Just in case it's not clear enough for him. Neither of us were pinned by the original participants in the match, and neither of us pinned or submitted the other and that's why we both got a title shot at the EAW Championship at King of Elite. When Charlie pinned me at King of Elite, there is no denying it. I fully expected that that just may have been my final shot at reaching the top of the mountain, and rightfully so. I would've accepted that, but as it was. Drake King, who at times has made Captain Charisma’s job harder than it's had to be many times during his whole tenure on this brand, decided to keep hounding about getting another shot. Captain Charisma had other ideas, if y’all remember that? I'm sure dear old Charlie is unable to, considering he most likely only pays attention to everything that's directly toward or about him anyway. That notwithstanding. Initially Captain Charisma was going to make the Electrified Clusterfuck match a seven way match that would have included Drake King and Jamie O’Hara until Jamie asked to have Drake King all to himself at Shock Value to finish what Methuselah wouldn't allow him to a whole year earlier. This changed the match to what it became. Jamie got what he wanted. Everyone but Drake got the opportunity to challenge for the right to face Charlie for the EAW World Championship. I'm not sure why it's such a hard concept for that man to comprehend, but one thing is for certain. His personal opinions, the issues he takes with management decisions, are his own. One door closed and another opened. It's that simple. When you're the world champion, regardless of the circumstances, you need to be willing to take on all comers. That's the way you prove your greatness. That's how you're supposed to prove you're the man. Charlie has stated he's a fighting champion, which is all well and good. I'm sure he wishes he had a little more stroke this time around as he did in 2019, but overall, he's held up his end of the bargain. He's been on top of his game, and that's something that must be acknowledged here. But as I've said. This time, it's more personal for me.
Which is why you will be meeting your maker soon enough.
It is true, Charlie. By accepting your proposal all those months ago, it automatically gave you a whole new lease on your career. It extended It. It gave you a new sense and outlook on things. You humiliated me in front of the world, and yes. Whether I like it or not, all people seem to remember about our match at Wicked Games was what happened after it was over. But since then, you haven't gotten rid of me, have you? Karma is no bluff to scoff at, Charlie. It has a way of balancing the scales, and your actions that night did not go unnoticed. Your intentions behind those actions are what set off the ripple effect. What goes around will surely come back around again. Despite what you wanna think about me being here this week. Be it because you think of me as some sort of a corporate company guy that knows how to suck up to the right people, or acts as some sort of dictator that holds the power to keep others down. A shark that eats everyone else in sight until there's just him. It makes no difference to me. It's mind over matter, Charlie. I don't mind, and you don't matter. It's clear enough to me that you're unable to properly function beyond that little box, that fantasy land, you've placed yourself in where you have little to no clue of what goes on around you. Which is exactly why you don't have the intel on me, and also why you're forced to make up half of your videos with material meant solely to slander the content of my character. But the amusing part of it is I've been hearing that racket for years now and yet to this day it's not got very many anything close to the ultimate satisfaction they wished it would, and you've been no exception to that no matter how many times we've done this and this weekend is going to prove to you just that once again as it always has, Charlie. Allow me to educate you, though. You love harping back on the past and giving it your own little twist. You’ve been doing it for months trying to drive some smear campaign against my name. So let's get it out there. I've got nothing to hide. I failed as a leader, something that I first came clean about last June before facing off against Daryl at Pain For Pride. The mistakes I made years back when trying to guide you and Daryl to greater heights a big part of that had to do with not being able to properly manage the emotional aspects that came with being in a team. Any time I’ve taken a moment to go back in time and reflect on it, I am able to realize that that's where I messed up the most. With Daryl? He carried a quiet confidence within himself but always outwardly doubted his own existence within the grand scheme of everything when things weren't going his way. With you? Your ego was always the big hurdle for us to scale to keep things together as long as we did. In hindsight, winning early success by achieving the Unified Tag Team Championships in Marrkade as well as being a co-National Elite Champion along with Daryl could be viewed as both a blessing and a curse back in 2018.
By the time Road To Redemption rolled around I still had every intention of defending the World Heavyweight Championship in the Extreme Elimination Chamber against you and Daryl with the understanding that it was every man for himself, and keeping things intact with the three of us. Part of me sharing the spotlight with you guys was to usher in the future of this company, but the other part of it was meant for both of you to end up where yours and mine names now hail in EAW lore, Charlie. I was already a well established name in the company, a made man, by the time I took you and Daryl under my wing. At that point, I was already a two-time World Champion, a Pain For Pride main eventer, and one the most revered elitists of that era. All of which was achieved on my own accord, which is a big reason you both saw the early success you did in the first place along with the God-given talent that each of you possessed. But by the time Road To Redemption came around that year, all that said early success ended up going to your head. You got selfish, Charlie! You got it into your own head, the exact thing you believe to this day that I used you and Daryl for, except it was you who severed ties with Daryl. It was YOU who planted that same seed in Daryl’s head, which is why he broke away and tried his hand at being a singles competitor when he wasn't emotionally thinking straight half the time. So naturally, his career trajectory was stunted thereafter even though he did find victory over me back then in a desperate manner quite similar to what he pulled at last year's Pain For Pride. However, as far as I'm concerned, a debt was paid unto me courtesy of Daryl for what happened all those years back, Charlie. And you? What turned out to be your fake retirement match at Wicked was supposed to be yours, and regardless of what anyone remembers ten years from now about the result? You attacking me afterward is now your debt that's still unpaid, but the receipt is coming at Grand Rampage, Charlie. My time away from this place before returning last year has been about coming clean and setting the record straight, and any time I've been confronted with pieces of my past I've been able to accept penance for my part. Even if it's been meant to benefit others in the process. From Daryl at Pain For Pride, to Minerva at Bloodsport, and then you at Wicked Games. Except with you, it was supposed to be a celebratory bon voyage into your next chapter. Well, guess what, Charlie? A new chapter is about to be written in the book of McAllister, where you will be nothing more than a footnote in my rise back to the top for the fourth time.
You speak on receiving a lack of opportunities like you aren't in the Hall of Fame for everything you've accomplished. You received the opportunities, and you've cashed in on them more than you've let on both figuratively and literally throughout your career. By hook or by crook you've made yourself into one of the best. That's the Charlie Marr I want this weekend. You've put me down twice, and now you got your chance to put me out of the championship picture for good. That's the kind of pressure I want, because if it's not hard it doesn't feel right. That's why I can look back on the good, the bad, and the ugly and find worth in each experience. Although, where I will correct one assumption amongst the many you've made erroneously is this. There is no good ending in store for me, Charlie. Not yet. You are partly right. But make no mistake. This war will be over between us, but I said it a few weeks back, and I'll say it again. The job is not finished. Winning the EAW Championship is a plateau I've reached two other times in my career, and winning it again would be a great way to spoil your party, no doubt about it. The real end, though, is making it to the finish line to this season. That's when I'll know. That's when the higher-ups will know. That's when all of you will know and understand who Rex McAllister was before and is presently in this era of Elite. That's the mission, Charlie, and it won't go on incomplete no matter what happens in a few days from now. You're nonstop, useless, weightless babbling, trying to flex your hubris, does nothing to help change the facts as they've been laid out for you. It does nothing to change your fate. The ending you're aspiring for will be replaced by the one you wrote for yourself the moment you believed you found the upper hand on me through unscrupulous means, and that's the one that's going to live on in infamy for the rest of your days in this company, Charlie. At Grand Rampage, you're going to be looking into the eyes of a man who worked tirelessly to reach rung after damn rung who was provided with opportunities that were well earned through each phase of his career. Each phase built him up for the next until he simply could not be denied any longer. In short, that is the story of my rise in this company, and if you didn’t know it before, you're gonna learn it, Charlie. You've made your own bed, and now you've gotta lie in it. Soon, your folly becomes my fortune.
Any of it.
Something else that won't be coming to pass again is this Lionheart being humiliated on a big stage courtesy of a man that spews more peripheral than a broken record repeats. If I really wanted to transport myself back to 2019 to listen to a standard Charlie Marr uploaded video, I would've done it already. I think my track record this season speaks for itself when speaking of who should or shouldn't be in line to challenge for this title at this point. Cameron Ella Ava, TLA, Jack Ripley, Donovan Duke, and Drake Ki-I mean ‘Gary Daniels’ are all competing in the Grand Rampage match this time around. I'm not, and for good reason. All great names, great competitors. However, the reality is that the results don’t lie. In one form or another, I've outlasted each of them this season, and by the same token, Charlie Marr is still the only elitist who has defeated me on his own accord. He's outsmarted me, and he has benefited greatly from it. This isn't something that I can just ignore and push under the rug. Like a thief in the night following Roberto De La Rosa's cashing in of his 24/7 contract to take the Hardcore Championship, Charlie pinned me and Drake King after we succumbed to our weapons colliding causing an explosion right in our faces that knocked both of us unconscious. Just in case it's not clear enough for him. Neither of us were pinned by the original participants in the match, and neither of us pinned or submitted the other and that's why we both got a title shot at the EAW Championship at King of Elite. When Charlie pinned me at King of Elite, there is no denying it. I fully expected that that just may have been my final shot at reaching the top of the mountain, and rightfully so. I would've accepted that, but as it was. Drake King, who at times has made Captain Charisma’s job harder than it's had to be many times during his whole tenure on this brand, decided to keep hounding about getting another shot. Captain Charisma had other ideas, if y’all remember that? I'm sure dear old Charlie is unable to, considering he most likely only pays attention to everything that's directly toward or about him anyway. That notwithstanding. Initially Captain Charisma was going to make the Electrified Clusterfuck match a seven way match that would have included Drake King and Jamie O’Hara until Jamie asked to have Drake King all to himself at Shock Value to finish what Methuselah wouldn't allow him to a whole year earlier. This changed the match to what it became. Jamie got what he wanted. Everyone but Drake got the opportunity to challenge for the right to face Charlie for the EAW World Championship. I'm not sure why it's such a hard concept for that man to comprehend, but one thing is for certain. His personal opinions, the issues he takes with management decisions, are his own. One door closed and another opened. It's that simple. When you're the world champion, regardless of the circumstances, you need to be willing to take on all comers. That's the way you prove your greatness. That's how you're supposed to prove you're the man. Charlie has stated he's a fighting champion, which is all well and good. I'm sure he wishes he had a little more stroke this time around as he did in 2019, but overall, he's held up his end of the bargain. He's been on top of his game, and that's something that must be acknowledged here. But as I've said. This time, it's more personal for me.
Which is why you will be meeting your maker soon enough.
It is true, Charlie. By accepting your proposal all those months ago, it automatically gave you a whole new lease on your career. It extended It. It gave you a new sense and outlook on things. You humiliated me in front of the world, and yes. Whether I like it or not, all people seem to remember about our match at Wicked Games was what happened after it was over. But since then, you haven't gotten rid of me, have you? Karma is no bluff to scoff at, Charlie. It has a way of balancing the scales, and your actions that night did not go unnoticed. Your intentions behind those actions are what set off the ripple effect. What goes around will surely come back around again. Despite what you wanna think about me being here this week. Be it because you think of me as some sort of a corporate company guy that knows how to suck up to the right people, or acts as some sort of dictator that holds the power to keep others down. A shark that eats everyone else in sight until there's just him. It makes no difference to me. It's mind over matter, Charlie. I don't mind, and you don't matter. It's clear enough to me that you're unable to properly function beyond that little box, that fantasy land, you've placed yourself in where you have little to no clue of what goes on around you. Which is exactly why you don't have the intel on me, and also why you're forced to make up half of your videos with material meant solely to slander the content of my character. But the amusing part of it is I've been hearing that racket for years now and yet to this day it's not got very many anything close to the ultimate satisfaction they wished it would, and you've been no exception to that no matter how many times we've done this and this weekend is going to prove to you just that once again as it always has, Charlie. Allow me to educate you, though. You love harping back on the past and giving it your own little twist. You’ve been doing it for months trying to drive some smear campaign against my name. So let's get it out there. I've got nothing to hide. I failed as a leader, something that I first came clean about last June before facing off against Daryl at Pain For Pride. The mistakes I made years back when trying to guide you and Daryl to greater heights a big part of that had to do with not being able to properly manage the emotional aspects that came with being in a team. Any time I’ve taken a moment to go back in time and reflect on it, I am able to realize that that's where I messed up the most. With Daryl? He carried a quiet confidence within himself but always outwardly doubted his own existence within the grand scheme of everything when things weren't going his way. With you? Your ego was always the big hurdle for us to scale to keep things together as long as we did. In hindsight, winning early success by achieving the Unified Tag Team Championships in Marrkade as well as being a co-National Elite Champion along with Daryl could be viewed as both a blessing and a curse back in 2018.
By the time Road To Redemption rolled around I still had every intention of defending the World Heavyweight Championship in the Extreme Elimination Chamber against you and Daryl with the understanding that it was every man for himself, and keeping things intact with the three of us. Part of me sharing the spotlight with you guys was to usher in the future of this company, but the other part of it was meant for both of you to end up where yours and mine names now hail in EAW lore, Charlie. I was already a well established name in the company, a made man, by the time I took you and Daryl under my wing. At that point, I was already a two-time World Champion, a Pain For Pride main eventer, and one the most revered elitists of that era. All of which was achieved on my own accord, which is a big reason you both saw the early success you did in the first place along with the God-given talent that each of you possessed. But by the time Road To Redemption came around that year, all that said early success ended up going to your head. You got selfish, Charlie! You got it into your own head, the exact thing you believe to this day that I used you and Daryl for, except it was you who severed ties with Daryl. It was YOU who planted that same seed in Daryl’s head, which is why he broke away and tried his hand at being a singles competitor when he wasn't emotionally thinking straight half the time. So naturally, his career trajectory was stunted thereafter even though he did find victory over me back then in a desperate manner quite similar to what he pulled at last year's Pain For Pride. However, as far as I'm concerned, a debt was paid unto me courtesy of Daryl for what happened all those years back, Charlie. And you? What turned out to be your fake retirement match at Wicked was supposed to be yours, and regardless of what anyone remembers ten years from now about the result? You attacking me afterward is now your debt that's still unpaid, but the receipt is coming at Grand Rampage, Charlie. My time away from this place before returning last year has been about coming clean and setting the record straight, and any time I've been confronted with pieces of my past I've been able to accept penance for my part. Even if it's been meant to benefit others in the process. From Daryl at Pain For Pride, to Minerva at Bloodsport, and then you at Wicked Games. Except with you, it was supposed to be a celebratory bon voyage into your next chapter. Well, guess what, Charlie? A new chapter is about to be written in the book of McAllister, where you will be nothing more than a footnote in my rise back to the top for the fourth time.
You speak on receiving a lack of opportunities like you aren't in the Hall of Fame for everything you've accomplished. You received the opportunities, and you've cashed in on them more than you've let on both figuratively and literally throughout your career. By hook or by crook you've made yourself into one of the best. That's the Charlie Marr I want this weekend. You've put me down twice, and now you got your chance to put me out of the championship picture for good. That's the kind of pressure I want, because if it's not hard it doesn't feel right. That's why I can look back on the good, the bad, and the ugly and find worth in each experience. Although, where I will correct one assumption amongst the many you've made erroneously is this. There is no good ending in store for me, Charlie. Not yet. You are partly right. But make no mistake. This war will be over between us, but I said it a few weeks back, and I'll say it again. The job is not finished. Winning the EAW Championship is a plateau I've reached two other times in my career, and winning it again would be a great way to spoil your party, no doubt about it. The real end, though, is making it to the finish line to this season. That's when I'll know. That's when the higher-ups will know. That's when all of you will know and understand who Rex McAllister was before and is presently in this era of Elite. That's the mission, Charlie, and it won't go on incomplete no matter what happens in a few days from now. You're nonstop, useless, weightless babbling, trying to flex your hubris, does nothing to help change the facts as they've been laid out for you. It does nothing to change your fate. The ending you're aspiring for will be replaced by the one you wrote for yourself the moment you believed you found the upper hand on me through unscrupulous means, and that's the one that's going to live on in infamy for the rest of your days in this company, Charlie. At Grand Rampage, you're going to be looking into the eyes of a man who worked tirelessly to reach rung after damn rung who was provided with opportunities that were well earned through each phase of his career. Each phase built him up for the next until he simply could not be denied any longer. In short, that is the story of my rise in this company, and if you didn’t know it before, you're gonna learn it, Charlie. You've made your own bed, and now you've gotta lie in it. Soon, your folly becomes my fortune.
