MATCH PROMO Retribution [Pain for Pride 5]

[Tyler Wolfe]

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MAY 16TH, 2019 - TERMINUS​

Heading into Terminus, I knew that this might be my only chance at capturing the gold. Sienna Jade was someone I had called my friend, basically since the beginning of my EAW journey. There was no question that she was an amazing talent. People always looked at the Jaded Wolfe Hearts and said we would implode or turn on each other. And I thought they were wrong. I told them all that they were wrong. Maybe I was wrong. We had faced before. Sienna and I. Kassidy and Sienna. We had an agreement that inside that ring, we weren’t friends or besties. If we stood across the ring from one another, it was a battle. And I won’t deny that I crossed a line when I attacked Sienna. And the world looked at me as the one who had wronged her. But what about my side? She laughed in my face when I said I wanted a shot. Told me I was a disgrace.

And even still I swallowed my pride and I apologized. Because our friendship meant that much to me.

But the damage was done. And not only did Sienna attack me right back the next week. But she continued to spit on my career and my accomplishments. Oh so quickly she turned from a friend to an enemy. Suddenly, I was garbage who was simply let to stand beside her. Hah. A woman who had beaten her before.

But I had to put our friendship and my feelings aside. Because this wasn’t about us. This was about my career and about that Women’s World Championship. I knew I deserved this shot and I would do anything to get that gold.

But when the match was over and I heard the bell ring, I didn’t understand what had happened. I was dominating the match. There was no way that Sienna should have had the energy to pin me. Every last bit of energy she had, she used to hit that finisher. I know Sienna. I know what she is capable of. Something didn’t make sense.

I rolled over, just in time to look up at the titantron playing the instant replay. And I saw a hooded figure drape Sienna’s arm over me. I rolled myself out of the ring and looked around the arena, frantically trying to find the person who had just ended my dreams and ruined my only chance at the Women’s World Championship. I braced myself against the barricade, trying to prop myself up while I scoured the crowd.

But they were gone.

And I was exhausted and devastated. I slid to the ground. And I watched as Sienna was handed a title that should be mine. She looked right at me and mimicked crying to me. What a fucking bitch. But at this moment, I couldn’t be mad at her. I had to wonder who the fuck interfered. My mind was focused on yet another screwjob.

But who had it out for me?

My mind immediately goes to Kendra. But could she truly stoop that low? Even I didn’t think she was capable of that. She had done a lot of shady shit. But ruining the main event of her own FPV? That seems low, even for her.

And then Serena stepped out onto the stage and stared down Sienna. I could see them shit talking each other while the camera focused on the two of them. And it was like I wasn’t even there.

I didn’t matter, not anymore. I wasn’t going to Pain for Pride. I didn’t have a title. I didn’t have a match. I didn’t have a trajectory.

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“I never thought this was your MO, Kendra. You were the first person that came to my mind when I was fucked over at Terminus. But I thought you were better than that. Like I’ve said before, I used to look up to you. You were one of the first Vixen’s in EAW who showed strength and skill. You did help to pave the way. But that doesn’t grant you carte blanche to ruin the lives of other women just for shits and giggles. Yes, you were ONE of the women that helped pave the way in EAW. But there were women before you all around the world trying not to get booked in bra and panties matches. There were women in other companies fighting for recognition long before you graced EAW with your presence. Women in the indies. Women all over the world were doing the same thing you were doing. You’re really going to stand there and take credit for women’s wrestling? You’re really going to take credit for every woman on the Empire roster who has a fucking job? Get fucked. Where we are today is due to the hard work of hundreds of women. It cannot be summed up with one career or one face. You helped. But you are not the sole source. And I’ll happily say thank you to the women who came before me. The women who had to struggle for recognition. I have no problem acknowledging the struggle you all went through. I have no problem acknowledging that where women’s wrestling is today is because of the women who busted their asses before me.

But what does that do for you? Giving a nod in appreciation is not bowing down. I refuse to kiss your fucking boots and act like you are some gift to the world, Kendra. Because if not for you, there would have been someone else. Don’t pretend that you’re so special. And what does being the first mean? It sure as fuck doesn’t mean you were, or are, the best. You said it yourself, a lot of women around back then weren’t worth shit. How stiff was your competition? But the women of today? We’re a different fucking beast. And you know it. It’s clear when you watch what EAW was and what it is now. Wrestling as evolved and the stars of today have evolved with it. All while you were on the sidelines. Sure, you did good back in the day Kendra. You made your mark on this industry. But that mark means nothing in 2019. It means nothing this Pain for Pride. And it certainly doesn’t mean that you’re automatically gonna kick my ass when we finally face. All it means is that one time you were employed here. And one time you won some titles. Congrats.

And what you did do for this business when you were a competitor has now been overshadowed by how pathetically you ran Empire. I heard you reminisce this week. Talking about the good old days. And I also heard you blame the downfall of Empire on everyone who came before you. It’s everyone else’s fault, right Kendra? Except you’re the person who ran Empire for the better part of the last year. You had a hand in the decision making, the booking, the cards. You. You were the one common denominator in the last year. Which means that you didn’t do anything to fix Empire. You can blame the downfall on everyone but yourself. But we all saw how you operated. And all you did was make it worse. Maybe everyone else isn’t the problem. Maybe it’s you? You ran this show you love so fucking dearly into the ground. Because you treated your employees like shit. You didn’t care about building new stars or nurturing the ones you had. No. It was the Kendra Shamez show and we were all just there for the ride. And when someone stepped up to you and questioned your motives or your actions, you lashed out. Just like you did at Terminus.

You can give me any excuse you’ve got for why you cost me that match at Terminus. If you truly believe that anything excuses you stepping into the ring and costing one of you roster members a championship shot, then I guess the dementia is really setting in, isn’t it? There is no fucking excuse that will exonerate you. There is nothing that you can say that will make that shit okay. You crossed a fucking line and you screwed me out of that match for your own pathetic agenda. Because you didn’t want me as the face of Empire? Boo fucking who. You’re supposed to give us the chance to sink or swim on our own! And then you’ve got the balls to judge me for complaining? I think the world should revolve around me because all I want is a fair fucking shot? Go fuck yourself Kendra. Your little narrative makes no fucking sense. All you did by interfering was prove everything I’ve ever said was true. I never asked for special treatment. I have NEVER asked for anything but to be seen. All I ever wanted was a fair shot. I had to watch women like Daisy Trash and Madison Kaline get title shots before I ever did. I kept working. I keep doing my thing and kicking ass. I kept getting screwed over and no one fucking cared. You can say whatever the fuck you want about me, but you can’t deny what I accomplished in that ring. You can’t deny the barriers that I broke down and the matches that I have won. The opponents that I have outperformed time and time again. But you didn’t want me as the face of Empire? Why? Because I’m opinionated? Because I question you? Because I won’t just suck your dick and act like you’re the queen.

Wow, sounds familiar doesn’t it? Wait - isn’t that how you acted when Cleo was running Empire? But the great Kendra Shamez can do whatever the fuck she wants. Her arrogance is warranted. She should be handed the world on a silver platter while the rest of us fall in fucking line and just hope you pick us as one of your chosen ones? Fuck that.

I’ve spent a lot of time wondering what exactly it is that I’ve done to make you hate me so fucking much. None of your answers make sense. It changes on the daily. I don’t complain any more or less than most people on the roster. I complain just as much as Sienna and Kassidy ever did and you’ve got no problem patting them on the back. What is it about me that rubs you the wrong way, Kendra? What is it about me that makes you go out of your way to ruin your job as Empire General Manager and turn into a fucking psycho bitch?

You know what? It doesn’t fucking matter. Your actions and your explanations or lack thereof have made it clear that you don’t have solid reasoning. I mean you sure as fuck haven’t given me any answers this week. I’ve asked. You’ve ignored.

I’ll chalk it up to you just being a crusty old bitch and I’ll move on with my life. You just want the kids to get off your lawn. There is no pleasing you. There is no changing how you see me. We both know that the only way you will ever potentially show me a morsel of respect will be if I beat you at Pain for Pride. And even then, I don’t think I’ll get it. I’m not looking for your fucking approval. I’m not looking for Kendra Shamez to give me her gold star. That win will do it all for me. The reception of the beating that I give you will be all the acknowledgement I’ll ever need.

It’s funny that you think I’m questioning myself more this week than I ever do. You don’t know me at all Kendra. I am constantly looking at the many variables and options going into a match. My brother has forced it into my head that anything is possible. And I understand that is even more a possibility this week. Regardless of what you say, I’ve never considered this to be an easy match. I am not stupid enough to think that heading into the ring with someone like you won’t challenge me. It will be hard. But many of my matches have been hard. Many of my matches have challenged me and the ones that challenge me are the ones that push me further and take me to new heights. What you should be concerned about instead of how I’m approaching this match is how you are approaching this match. You stand there and say I’m arrogant. You say that I’m not taking you seriously. But those all apply to you. You are the one who thinks you’re going to fucking teach me something. You’re the one that gave me a rousing speech about your pathetic record at Pain for Pride, after I brought up first. You’re the one who thinks you’re going to school me. You act like ring rust isn’t a factor. You act like a shitty neck and a shitty hip aren’t putting you at a disadvantage in this match. And more so than all of that, you act like I am some shitty wrestler. Let me repeat myself, Kendra, I know how you love that - I am the best wrestler on the fucking Empire roster, and that includes you. I showed it at Terminus.

And if you think anything less going into Pain for Pride, then you’re just fucking yourself and your own legacy up. If you don’t go into this match knowing that I am going to be the biggest challenge of your fucking life, then you aren’t walking into this match prepared. I learned a long time ago, the hard way, that underestimating our opponents is fucking stupid. Your legacy doesn’t make me any less than I am. Your skill doesn’t make me any less skilled. And what I’ve accomplished in the ring doesn’t go away because you choose to ignore it. You are going into this match acting like Tyler Wolfe isn’t the Walking Weapon. Like I haven’t won brutal matches. Like I’m not one of the most technically gifted and ruthless competitors on this fucking roster. And the fact that you’ve spent the last six months of your fucking life trying to piss me off should concern you more than anything else going into this match. Because we both know I’ve got the strength advantage over you. We both know that I have the stamina and endurance over you. We both know I can fight through pain and agony and blood loss. We both know that I am the one with the most in-ring experience in the past two years. Not you, Ms. legend.

My anger is something you have tried to use against me for months. You’ve decided that it makes me unstable. You decided that it is my weakness. And that it is why I have no place on Empire. Why I deserve to be screwed over and have victories and match opportunities stolen from me. I’m crazy. I’m insane. I’m mentally unstable. And I’m not going to stand here and tell you you’re wrong. What I’m going to tell you is that spending the better part of a fucking year tormenting a crazy person and then locking yourself into a match with them where anything goes isn’t the smartest thing to do. What I’m going to tell you is that that rage that you think is my weakness is actually something that makes me stronger. When I step in between those ropes, my rage centers me and focuses me. Most people get angry and they get distracted. Most people get angry and they lose focus. But Tyler Wolfe isn’t most fucking people. Nah. I’m something different. I am the kind of person that lets my rage course through my veins and instead of it making me erratic, it tells me what to do. It tells me exactly how I can decimate and disassemble the person standing across from me. Tyler Wolfe at her angriest is Tyler Wolfe at her fucking best. And all you’ve done since January is stoke the fucking flames of my rage. All you’ve done is add more fuel to my fire. And that fire is going to engulf your bitch ass at Pain for Pride.

So instead of focusing on my faux shortcomings, maybe you should be focusing on what I’m capable inside of that ring and who I am as a competitor. Because you can build yourself up all day, but you can’t tear me down. I don’t buy into your lies about me and neither does anyone else. This is my match to win. It’s going to be a battle and it’s going to be bloody and brutal. But I’m the FUTURE bitch. Sorry, is that too RePeTeTiVe? How many different ways do you want me to say that I’m going to whoop your ass? How many different ways do you want me to say that I’m going to end you at Pain for Pride? I literally could not care less what you fucking think of me, Kendra. I’d rather be repetitive AF than say nothing that fucking matters. I’d rather repeat myself than to talk about the good old days and ignore what was standing right in front of me. Maybe the reason I have to repeat myself is because you’re hard of hearing. Because you don’t actually address the words that are coming out of my mouth. I’ve made my points. I’ve told you who I am, what I am capable of, what I’ve accomplished and what I am going to do to beat you and you say what? Fucking nothing. You just ignore it because they’re valid fucking points. Instead you spend your timing waxing poetic about what used to be.

THAT DOESN’T MATTER ANYMORE, KENDRA. You want to sit on your fucking rocking chair and think about what used to be, Grandma? Be my fucking guest. But it won’t make those things mean shit. The past is the past. And the future is the future. What you did twenty damn years ago doesn’t fucking matter. What has happened to Empire doesn’t matter. NOTHING matters except for Tyler Wolfe and Kendra Shamez standing in a ring ready to rip each other to shreds.

Literally the only comments you’ve made about my actual in-ring performance, you know the ONLY thing that will matter come Pain for Pride, is that I’m a sidekick. Honestly, and I’m the repetitive one? I’m the boring one? Bitch who hasn’t told me I’m a sidekick? Who hasn’t told me that I was the third-best Jaded Wolfe Heart? The whole fucking world got there first, darling. And just like I told them, I don’t fucking care. You’re not impressed I defended Noah’s title? Don’t care. Don’t see a World Heavyweight Title defense on your fucking record. But I should have taken that title from him? Or am I supposed to be humble and look that things outside of EAW that matter more than this job? Make up your mind. Am I supposed to be a cutthroat bitch who ruins everyone around me for my career? Or am I supposed to put my friends before my career? I really don’t know what you want from me. I didn’t have an opportunity to take the title from Noah. Damn girl I couldn’t even get a fucking title shot on my own fucking show. How you think I’m supposed to go about getting one on Voltage? I couldn’t even get a fair match for the New Breed Title but you expect Veena of all people to let me at her World Title? You literally don’t even know what you’re saying. You’re just trying to find any tall tale you can spin to make me look bad without having to actually look at my career.

I mean damn Kendra, you’re reaching so fucking hard you brought up the Crowe’s Nest like they have ever made a valid point. You really think that because the Crowe’s Nest of all people said I was favoured it fucking means something? You’re really going to use the fucking Crowe’s as your argument? What you’re trying to tell me is that you, Kendra Shamez, are at a point in your career where you’re not only agreeing with, but backing up the Crowe’s? That’s pathetic, even for you. But let me spell it out for you. The difference between the Crowe’s and me is that I actually have proof that I was held back and screwed over. Their cries were bullshit and we all know it. Because my proof is standing across the fucking ring from me this week. That proof is you LITERALLY costing me a World Championship match at Terminus. Jesus Christ, Kendra. I have faults. But instead of exploiting them you just decided to see what other people had said about me in the past? Can’t form you own thoughts?

Is it because you’re too lazy to actually study your opponents? Too arrogant to think that you need to prepare? Because I’ve gone back and studied you. And not just your match against Serena. I’ve looked back at your FPV matches, your Pain for Pride matches, everything you’ve fucking done as Kendra and Medusa. I’m not about to step into Pain for Pride anything less than prepared as fuck. And yet here you are, sitting in front of the camera not even ripping apart my career. You can call me spoiled and say that I’m forever the sidekick but you haven’t mentioned a single actual match. You haven’t mentioned a single actual fault or failure or how you’re going to go about beating me. Instead you’re being complacent and giving me some basic level shit talking. Is that because I didn’t come out with six videos about Pain for Pride before you? I didn’t come out guns blazing so I don’t get Kendra at one hundred percent? Bitch whatever you say about me doesn’t matter. Because while you were shit talking and talking in circles about how you were going to put me away, I was training. I was studying. I was preparing. You know, doing shit that actually matters. Doing shit that is actually going to get me a win over you.

At Terminus I was going to show the world that I wasn’t a fucking sidekick. At Terminus it was my goddamn coming out party and the only reason that didn’t happen was because of you. But on the last ever episode of Empire, I showed the world that I am still something without the Jaded Wolfe Hearts. Say whatever you want about me, but the truth remains that Sienna didn’t retain that title fairly. And she sure as fuck doesn’t win every match cleanly and if that’s what I have to do to be respected then I’d rather be the odd man out. If I’m supposed to have no morals and no integrity, then I don’t fucking want it. I have been able to have success on my own terms and that’s a fact. I have won matches and had success without having to cheat and sell myself short. And that’s not me tearing down women you fucking cunt. Guess what, calling you a cunt has nothing to do with the fact that you’re a woman. It has to do with the fact that you did some shady shit, costed me matches, tried to ruin my career and are just straight up - a fucking cunt. I can tell every woman on the Empire roster that I hate them and that I’m better than them without tearing women down. Because I have always fought for those same woman I despise to get opportunities to fight men. I believe that they deserve the chance to show that they are equal to every other person in EAW. But I’m certainly not going to stand idly by while they’re given opportunities and I’m not. This isn’t a team sport. It’s a solo business and if you don’t fight for yourself here, fucking no one will. So why don’t you save your petty bullshit and your life lessons for someone who cares? Rather than focusing on how I should humble myself, or focus on myself or whatever other worldly advice you’ve got for me, why don’t you just focus on the task at hand?

Because all of this doesn’t mean shit. It doesn’t matter who spoke first. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done in the past. It doesn’t matter that you think I’m a whiny bitch. All that matters is that two strong women are going to walk into a match at Pain for Pride ready to tear the house down. And only one of us is walking out. We both know that. This is it. The talk is done and it’s time to show up to Pain for Pride and throw down. It’s time for you to pay for your fucking sins. It’s time for you to learn that the last six months of my life were not yours to play with. And you’re going to pay for all of that with your blood, sweat and tears. And I’ll be the one walking out with her first ever Pain for Pride win, not you. I’ll be the one moving on the bigger and better things while you show the world that you no longer stack up to today’s competition. Maybe you’ll break a hip. Maybe you’ll break your neck again. I could care less if you never fucking walk again. This is my redemption song. This is my comeuppance. And you’ll just be the woman who helped to catapult my career into superstardom."

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MAY 30TH, 2019 - THURSDAY NIGHT EMPIRE​

I was still reeling from my loss at Terminus when I saw the Empire card for this week. Obviously, I was pissed about what happened in my match against Sienna. But surprised? Even I’m not that naive. I lost that glimmer of hope for EAW a long time ago. I’d faced failures and setbacks that were outside my own doing time and time again. It was hard not to laugh when they happened now. Because what else was I expecting? But facing Andrea Valentine was the perfect comeback. For some reason, I could always bounce back from major losses. Usually after a major loss I won a huge match. And Andrea Valentine was that win that I needed. She was kind of my one that got away. We faced in the Elimination Chamber at Road to Redemption and she left with MY Specialists Title. But she never pinned me. And this was my road to redemption.

I was ready to finish her. I’d climbed up top, ready to stomp her face into oblivion. But before I could, I saw the same person that cost me my match at Terminus. That hooded figure came out of the crowd and threw me off of the top rope and onto Andrea Valentine. And I heard the bell ring. But I couldn’t really take it in. I watched as the hooded figure threw Andrea out of the ring and I got back to my feet. This was not going to end like Terminus. I wasn’t going to be the one left laying lifeless, not again.

But they hit me with a spear that rattled my insides. They picked me up by my hair but I hit them with a forearm. I was trying to swallow the pain. Because I was sick of the mystery and the secrets. I needed to know who the fuck was under that mask. I hit them with a sick knee and grabbed at that mask, ripping it off.

I was standing there with a mask in my fucking hand looking at my boss, looking at Kendra Shamez. I was pissed and annoyed and even a little bit shocked. Before I could react she hit me with Bitch Treatment. She grabbed a microphone and grabbed me by my hair. She was talking shit but to be honest, I wasn’t listening. My mind was racing. I was pissed. I was vindicated. Somehow, knowing it was Kendra brought me a sliver of peace. It was strange that I was being attached and berated in this moment, but I felt calm for a moment. Everything I’d been saying about Kendra was just proven true in front of the entire world.

She just showed her hand.

And then I heard her, crystal clear. “You’re not getting in the main event of Pain for Pride, but you’re getting a match against The OG.”

I laughed. She thinks that this is some sort of punishment. She thinks that this is supposed to be torture for me. But she just gave me the golden ticket. The match of my fucking dreams. The match of my career.

“At Pain for Pride, it will be Tyler Wolfe versus Kendra Shamez — NO HOLDS BARRED!”

Kendra had a smirk across her face and I did my best to get to my feet. I was trying to find my bearings as I looked up at the woman who had cost me so much. “Fuck you!” I spit at her with a sick smile across my face. If she thinks this is supposed to hurt me, she doesn’t know me at all. This is exactly the fucking match I wanted. This is the kind of match that could turn everything around.

I tried to move forward, but I was beaten down from my match. Exhausted.

And then she hit me with another Bitch Treatment. But it didn’t matter.

I was lying on the mat. I opened my eyes, staring up at the bright lights above me. And I smiled. A real, happy fucking smile. Kendra was a cunt and I hated her. But this was the best news I’d gotten in a long time. I was finally going to get my hands on Kendra Shamez. I would finally be able to right all the wrongs. I got my Pain for Pride match. And it was one where I would be able to show the world what I was capable of against one of the most respected competitors in Empire’s history.

It was perfection.

It was my chance to cement myself in the history books and have a career-defining moment.

It was my revenge. My retribution. My final chapter in the dramatic work that has been Empire.