Niggas didn’t even get a chance to challenge me and my title as the Leader of the New Era because they knew that the Leader of the New Era peaked at me, was me, and would always be me. Still is me, hasn’t not been me. I took this company by storm from the second that I stepped through those doors and just because you want to continuously make the same claims that I was given everything I have had, that I was given everything in actuality I rightfully earned, that I was given everything that in actuality I rightfully deserved, all because they platformed me and I lived up to the expectations. They platformed me and I exceeded the expectations. They platformed me and time and time again I proved that I was one of the best that the world would possibly have to offer all the way up until now where I have proven to be the best in the world. No loss to Cy Henderson, hell, no loss to you would change that, but I wouldn’t need nor do I have to worry about that reality because the loss to you isn’t inevitable, it’s impossible. Me losing to you, is like me losing myself. Me losing to you, is like me losing my own dignity. Me losing to you, is like me losing my own self respect. Maybe that’s why I sacrificed myself all the way back at Reckless Wiring, maybe that’s why I was willing to take the fall, maybe that’s why I was willing to let it end horribly for me before the controversy that surrounded our match occured. Because if I lost to you, and I still woke up to an EAW that had you there and me below you, I would rather not wake up to an EAW at all. I would rather not wake up. And you know what? Maybe I can say the same now. Maybe I can say that, even to this day, even after everything that I have already proven, even after proving before that I would never be below you. Waking up to an EAW where you versus Cy Henderson is set in stone as the main event for Pain for Pride, waking up to a Pain for Pride with a main event set in stone that doesn’t involve me, is like waking up to doomsday. It’s like waking up to an apocalypse. I’m not going to have that. I’m not going to have the same motherfucker who has slandered my name and has said nothing but lies about me put me down and ruin everything that I have ever built surrounding this brand, surrounding this company, surrounding the future of this industry as you know it. You were never here to fix things, you were never here to save Friday Night Dynasty, because Friday Night Dynasty never needed saving UNTIL you arrived, UNTIL you showed up, UNTIL you were drafted to this brand by the corrupt general managers who will look at someone like me and start to think of ways that they can force me back into a time my ancestors had to suffer that dates back to before the 1860s and my race was treated as inferior. You being brought to this brand, led to this brand needing saving from you, led to me having to hold the mantle of this brand so that you could never reach it, you could never grab it, you could never burn it to the ground. I don’t care if you won the Grand Rampage match, I don’t care if you found yourself into the main event of Pain for Pride, you don’t belong there, and I would’ve loved to take that away from you, but I didn’t choose to do that, I didn’t choose to challenge your spot, I chose to challenge you for a spot beside you.
Two birds one stone. As I have repeated throughout this whole entire week, this is all about two birds, one stone. Beating you, making it to Pain for Pride, making sure you still have enough energy to walk into there as well, so I can leave you stretchered out of there, bloodied, embarrassed, disgraced, disappointed, defeated, hopefully to never be seen again, while at the same time I also put down Cy Henderson, I reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship and I right a wrong that I should have never let happen at Grand Rampage. That is what you didn’t get, that is what you seemingly still don’t get, but you’ll get soon enough. Some things are complicated to explain before they are put into action, trust me, I get it. You have had to do the same thing, even though the shit that you thought of was nothing but exactly that. Shit. bullshit. That we never needed to see, we never wanted to go through, we never wanted to experience, and we never wanted to deal with. But that is exactly what is happening right now. I have a reason that may be overcomplicated, overcomplex for your liking, but it’s not for your liking. It’s for my liking. For the liking of the New Era. For the future of this industry as you know it, and it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from Drake King, it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from Cy Henderson, it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from the corrupt forces that are still in charge to this day and putting them all into the ground once and for all. Because I have never been corrupt. I have never needed to be corrupt. I’m loyal to this brand, because this is the brand that I not only started out on, but the brand that I took the flag of and I placed it on the top of this very industry as the brand to be apart of, whether or not there is the corrupt in charge or not. I will never not be disappointed in myself for what happened at Grand Rampage, I will never not be disappointed in myself for letting this all happen to begin with. Maybe if I was still champion, maybe if I was still at the top, we would be having this match at Pain for Pride, maybe I wouldn’t need this complex plan to fix everything, and to put the puzzle pieces back in place because of just how scrambled that they had gotten. But I let the pressure get to me, I let what came with being champion hold me back, weigh me down, and as I continued to fend off, and defeat, the best of the very fucking best, it was getting mentally and physically taxing, and I let it be my ultimate downfall. I will always blame myself for that. But the worst is only yet to come if I’m not involved in the main event of Pain for Pride. The worst is only yet to come if I let myself fail again, if I let myself be disappointed again, if I let myself lose to you, lose to someone as disgraceful, as egotistical, as selfish, as distasteful as you. Who has tried to tear EAW down time, and time, and time, and time, and time again. That would be my biggest embarrassment, that would be my biggest failure, that would be my biggest disappointment yet. And they would pass me by. They would pass me on. They would leave me behind, the pioneer of this shit, the one who led this shit, the one who made this shit possible, who gave THEM the platform that they have since used to their advantage in ways that has never been seen before. They would forget what I did for them.
I’m not going to allow that to happen. You could’ve done us a favor last year, you could’ve put Andre Walker down, and you could’ve done that for good, but you didn’t. Because if you did, maybe things would be different right now. Maybe I wouldn’t be here either. Maybe the World Heavyweight Championship would have already been around your shoulder again. You didn’t take Andre Walker down, you only forced him to get involved in our match at Reckless Wiring, and when he was scheduled to face me, when it was inevitable that he was going to lose to me, the pussy ass nigga took his ball and he went right home, never to be seen again. He left this huge asterisk on me, and on my career, and that is an asterisk that I am about to abolish, an asterisk that I am about to destroy, an asterisk that I am about to erase from history once and for all. I beat you at Reckless Wiring, but not without controversy. Over the course of the next two months, I am going to beat you not once, but I am going to beat you twice, and I am going to prove to the world that I never needed him, that even if the littlest of things had gone differently, then maybe things would have gone way differently. Maybe you would’ve been the one that was begging for me to just end it, maybe you would’ve been the one sacrificing yourself, for me to end you once and for all. But I’m done looking back on what could have gone differently, I’m done looking back on what I could have done differently. I’m done looking back and trying to revise history in a way that I would like to see it, fantasy booking anything that could have been done differently. I am looking toward the present, I am looking toward the future, I am looking toward what is going to be done the way that I am planning on it to be done, I am looking toward what is going to be done the way that I am going to make sure is done, the way that I am going to make sure is accomplished, the present, the future that is going to be made in my vision once more, because this brand for the last few seasons from the moment that I have stepped through those doors has been made in my vision, has been crafted in my blood, my sweat, my tears. The red that this brand has inherited from the beginning of is existence has showed the meaning of many things before it, but now more than ever before has it been the blood that I have shed for this brand, the blood that I have left pools of on the mat just so Friday Night Dynasty can be looked at as the brand to be, looked at as the best brand in the world. That blood won’t change into a disasterology, that blood won’t change into a diasterpiece, that blood won’t be left as the cancer that you have spread throughout this company gets to me, and puts me down. I’m not going to let myself become another Justin Windgate, I’m not going to let myself become another Malcolm Jones, I’m not going to let myself become another Andre Walker, I’m not going to let myself become another Visual Prophet, I’m not going to falter. I’m not going to fall to you. I’m not going to lose to the false god, I’m not going to lose to the false prophet, I’m not going to lose to the false savior. I’m not going to lose to Drake King. And I don’t say that because I need to convince myself, I don’t say that because I need to make myself believe that, I say it out of resistance.
Resistance from the New Era, resistance from, not the future, but the present of this industry. I speak up for everyone. I have become the voice of the voiceless, I have become the voice of the New Era, I have become the voice of the people. I live in the footsteps that was once walked by the likes of Ronn Banks, that was once walked by Jamie O’Hara, that was once walked by Cy Henderson before he turned into a self centered deluded prick. I’m resisting your cancer, and I am going to take the scissors, the knife, and I am going to cut into, slice right through, the cancer that has been dealt throughout all of EAW, and I am going to cut the head off the fucking snake. You’re dead. Adam Lucas was too focused on his bitter rivalry with Jake Smith which ultimately led to him being off his game enough for you to eliminate him and win the Grand Rampage match, Jake Smith wasn’t even eliminated by you and was instead eliminated by the mentioned Adam Lucas. You bring up Elitists like TLA, you bring up Elitists like Rex McAllister, like Raven Roberts. Cool. But I think I have made myself clear. I think I have made it clear what I think about every Elitist from that time, who have already won the big one, who have already been at the top time and time again. Some who I have the utmost respect for, some who I absolutely despise with my whole heart. TLA, Raven, Rex, even Adam who has gone through a lot recently and has shown a bit of an attitude that we haven’t seen from him before, but I still respect. They have had their time, and while I truly would not mind to see them at that spot again, that is a spot that is no longer reserved for them. Hell, I have given you respect for what you have accomplished before, I have given you respect for what you have done inside of that ring, and that same respect can go for another man who I truly do not like in Jake Smith. But you guys don’t belong at the top any longer. You guys have had your time to shine. Now look at the final three, look at who was in the final three. One of those names stands out. The current National Elite Champion, Cody Maverick, who I wish could have made it all the way, who I wish outlasted you. Look at the names in the match. Look at BRAE, look at Daniella Atlas. The New Era dominated. The New Era could’ve very well went all the way, one of them could’ve outlasted every one and won the match, but they didn’t. And now here you are. So if Cody couldn’t do it in the Grand Rampage, if a BRAE, a Daniella Atlas, couldn’t keep you from main eventing Pain for Pride, then who am I to stop it from happening after it had already been confirmed? But I can be the one who can insert myself into your shot, and then embarrass you on the grandest stage, embarrass you at Pain for Pride, in the main event. Reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship that I should have never lost to begin with. That’s what this is all about. I’m doing everyone a favor. I’m doing this brand a favor. I’m doing this whole entire company a favor. Because while yeah, maybe Jay Jerry Johnson could save us from Cy Henderson, and then save us from you, I’m not counting on it. If Jay makes it in, and I don’t, there’s still the possible chance that things don’t end well. If I make it in, then it turns into the slightest chance possible. But truthfully, I don’t need Jay Jerry Johnson to hold it down. I only need me.
You call me the flavor of the month time and time again, I’m almost certain you called me the flavor of the month all the way back at our last encounter at Reckless Wiring and now here you are, calling me the flavor of the month once again. Shit, I’ve been the flavor of the month for the last few years apparently. I have been the flavor of three years now, three years of my career in which from start to now, I have proven time and time again that I can excel when the pressure is on, I can beat the very best, and I can beat them decisively, something that you can’t say the same about. I was able to pin Minerva’s shoulders to the mat for the count of three in a straight up wrestling match as decisively as possible, you needed a steel cage and all the cheap tactics in the world, and even then in your little trilogy just a few months ago that we were forced to endure, you still ended up going one win, two losses over her, and that’s saying quite a lot. That I was able to beat the same woman that you lost to at King of Elite, or hell I beat Myles to win my first ever World Heavyweight Championship, and I didn’t need the help of the literal chairman of the board to do it. I spiked Myles onto his head through many panes of glass and I beat him right then and there. That is what I am all about. But sure, I’m the flavor of the month, and have been the flavor of the month since the moment I stepped in. Visual Prophet was calling me the flavor of the month in my first fucking week in the company, he was already speaking about me and I hadn’t even gotten my feet wet in competition. Andre Walker was calling me the flavor of the month when I challenged him for the Interwire Championship and I ended up being the first ever man to beat him for a championship after he became the longest reigning Interwire Champion in EAW history. I was called the flavor of the month by Diamond Cage, by AMIR YUSUF of all people, I was called the flavor of the month by those literally in charge right now and yet I’m still here, and have remained in the top position for years where many other “flavor of the months” have faltered. You’re fighting a nonexistent battle and I’m fighting history. You’re trying to resist ghosts while I’m resisting the apparent “best in the world” that are self proclaimed. You’re making up shit and I’m telling facts how it is, and yet I’m supposed to think you’re a threat? I’m supposed to be scared of you? I’m supposed to believe that you can actually put fear into me and then put me down? Because no one has ever called me the next Drake King. You made that up in your head because you want to believe that someone actually wants to follow in your footsteps. No one wants to follow in your footsteps. They want to destroy your footsteps. They want to erase your footsteps from history. They want to blacklist you from ever existing and fuck it, I’m going to be the motherfucker that does it. So many people try to claim me as the next version of them because it uplifts their spirits, it gives them clarity that maybe someone looks up to them. But I don’t look up to no one. At least, not no more. I stand head and shoulders above the rest no matter if I’m World Heavyweight Champion or not because I have proven that unlike anyone else before me that came in trying to be the next version of somebody, I came in being the first Joso.
But you know what, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, and I’ll actually entertain this idea. That there is a world where I actually want to be the “next Drake King” and people are propping me up as such. I mean, our ideologies pretty much line up. We both have the same views on this industry and our involvement in the industry being that we can make a change, that we can fix it, that we can make it a better place to be in and not one that is impending doom. That is where the similarities end, because your way of “saving” this company has been nothing but trying to tear it down and then leave it teared down, or rebuild it in a much horrible version that truthfully, no one would want to see. Whilst I am trying to tear down the old status quo so that the industry can evolve. We are on completely different levels and it just so happens that the level I am on is miles ahead, as well as above, you. I have a whole division behind me, a whole era behind me. You only have your own deluded mind thinking that you truly are god, thinking that you truly are a savior, truly thinking that EAW really does need you. It doesn’t need you. It definitely does not need you. And we are going to fix that. You are if someone took a shit onto what it means to be called a messiah, and then claimed themselves as that very messiah. You are if someone completely abolished what it meant to be a messiah and built up as something that doesn’t even make sense, and then said that they are the messiah of it because new meanings and some shit. I am not a messiah, I am not a god, but I am savior. The New Era would have failed if I didn’t sign the dotted line. The New Era would have been nothing, it would have been a footnote, an afterthought, something that you would have looked back on and simply laughed at the failed attempt of making history, because history wouldn’t have been made. Michael Machina, Milli Banks, Cody Maverick, Bea Valentine, BRAE, Donovan Duke, Hans Grayson, KASAI, Drake Armstrong, British Invasion, they all would have made it no doubt about that, I believe in all of their abilities and believe that they would’ve always had it in them, but there wouldn’t have been any signs of a New Era, there wouldn’t have been any signs of what we have today, there wouldn’t have been any signs of what was needed. They would have all made it, maybe be World Champions one way or another like they are now, but there would still be no New Era. I was the Elitist that made the New Era mean something, I was the Elitist that brought it to existence in the first place, and now here we are, three years later, and if I can insert myself into the World Heavyweight Championship match at Pain for Pride, I can guarantee an all New Era main event across all three nights, I can guarantee that there would be an Elitist of the New Era in all main events. If I lose? Then I am surpassed. Dynasty and the vision that I had created for it falters under you, under Henderson. So it’s time for me to be greedy, it’s time for me to be selfish. It’s time to make sure that people remember that I was the one who brought this to be in the first place, that I was the one who made all of this possible, that I was the one that was called the Leader, the King of the New Era for a reason, the Star Player for a reason, and the whole fucking Now for a reason.
So let’s be honest, let’s be realistic, and let’s be truthful with ourselves, Drake. I am doing what you never could. I am doing what you were never capable of doing. I am in this for myself, I am in this for me and only me, and by being in this for me, by being in this for only me, I am also in this for a whole entire generation, I am in this for the betterment of the company, I am in this for the sake of saving the industry because saving the industry is what I am going to do. Saving the industry from imbecels like you. I have heard you talk all week, say some bullshit after bullshit, and quite frankly I have gotten sick of it. I have gotten sick of hearing you speak. I have gotten sick of hearing you making up shit, and I have gotten sick of you spreading nothing but lies. You can call my insults childish, you can call what I say about you immature, but they’re the truth. They are 100% the truth. Everything about you is nothing but a bullshit propaganda that no one has fell for, and no one is going to fall for it now, nor is anyone going to fall for it ever. That’s all there is to it, all there ever will be to it. I would love to say that I can see right through you, and have that be some brand new information, have that be a jaw dropper, have that be what no one has ever told you before, but unlike you, I’m not going to act like you haven’t heard that before. Because everyone can see right through you. Everyone can see through the shit you’re trying to sell us. As you are the same man who has gone from “wanting to save the company” to “trying to tear the company down” back to “wanting to save the company because I am god and I am a savior!!!!” no one believes the shit that you are trying to tell us. No one has fallen for the same mind control, the same brainwash, the same propaganda that Myles and Minerva had once fallen for and was able to fight out of it ever since they did. That tournament I won three years ago was never a representation of what the company would be beyond the winner, it was a conveyer that ultimately pushed all the failures right out the door one by one and only the one who managed to outlast the tournament and outlive the name of the tournament as a whole so much so that they had brought it onto their own name completely replacing the whole entire figment of the tournament managed to survive and help everyone who came after it and could actually represent the era well in being platformed. Because I was platformed, and unlike anyone who walked through the doors at the same time as I did, I exceeded expectations. And that is all I wanted out of them as well. That is what I have gotten, but I am never going to be surpassed by them, I am never going to be outlasted by them, I am never going to be pushed to the backburner too early, not until it’s my time to pass down the torch to the next worthy generation that will come in a few years, or decade, or however long it takes. But you would never get that, because you will never understand what it is like to grow up how I did and fight my way to this company, fight my way to even be apart of this industry. I am saving this company because that is what those before me who actually let go would have wanted, even if it means forcing you to let go in the process
Go fuck yourself.
Two birds one stone. As I have repeated throughout this whole entire week, this is all about two birds, one stone. Beating you, making it to Pain for Pride, making sure you still have enough energy to walk into there as well, so I can leave you stretchered out of there, bloodied, embarrassed, disgraced, disappointed, defeated, hopefully to never be seen again, while at the same time I also put down Cy Henderson, I reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship and I right a wrong that I should have never let happen at Grand Rampage. That is what you didn’t get, that is what you seemingly still don’t get, but you’ll get soon enough. Some things are complicated to explain before they are put into action, trust me, I get it. You have had to do the same thing, even though the shit that you thought of was nothing but exactly that. Shit. bullshit. That we never needed to see, we never wanted to go through, we never wanted to experience, and we never wanted to deal with. But that is exactly what is happening right now. I have a reason that may be overcomplicated, overcomplex for your liking, but it’s not for your liking. It’s for my liking. For the liking of the New Era. For the future of this industry as you know it, and it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from Drake King, it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from Cy Henderson, it all ends with me saving Friday Night Dynasty from the corrupt forces that are still in charge to this day and putting them all into the ground once and for all. Because I have never been corrupt. I have never needed to be corrupt. I’m loyal to this brand, because this is the brand that I not only started out on, but the brand that I took the flag of and I placed it on the top of this very industry as the brand to be apart of, whether or not there is the corrupt in charge or not. I will never not be disappointed in myself for what happened at Grand Rampage, I will never not be disappointed in myself for letting this all happen to begin with. Maybe if I was still champion, maybe if I was still at the top, we would be having this match at Pain for Pride, maybe I wouldn’t need this complex plan to fix everything, and to put the puzzle pieces back in place because of just how scrambled that they had gotten. But I let the pressure get to me, I let what came with being champion hold me back, weigh me down, and as I continued to fend off, and defeat, the best of the very fucking best, it was getting mentally and physically taxing, and I let it be my ultimate downfall. I will always blame myself for that. But the worst is only yet to come if I’m not involved in the main event of Pain for Pride. The worst is only yet to come if I let myself fail again, if I let myself be disappointed again, if I let myself lose to you, lose to someone as disgraceful, as egotistical, as selfish, as distasteful as you. Who has tried to tear EAW down time, and time, and time, and time, and time again. That would be my biggest embarrassment, that would be my biggest failure, that would be my biggest disappointment yet. And they would pass me by. They would pass me on. They would leave me behind, the pioneer of this shit, the one who led this shit, the one who made this shit possible, who gave THEM the platform that they have since used to their advantage in ways that has never been seen before. They would forget what I did for them.
I’m not going to allow that to happen. You could’ve done us a favor last year, you could’ve put Andre Walker down, and you could’ve done that for good, but you didn’t. Because if you did, maybe things would be different right now. Maybe I wouldn’t be here either. Maybe the World Heavyweight Championship would have already been around your shoulder again. You didn’t take Andre Walker down, you only forced him to get involved in our match at Reckless Wiring, and when he was scheduled to face me, when it was inevitable that he was going to lose to me, the pussy ass nigga took his ball and he went right home, never to be seen again. He left this huge asterisk on me, and on my career, and that is an asterisk that I am about to abolish, an asterisk that I am about to destroy, an asterisk that I am about to erase from history once and for all. I beat you at Reckless Wiring, but not without controversy. Over the course of the next two months, I am going to beat you not once, but I am going to beat you twice, and I am going to prove to the world that I never needed him, that even if the littlest of things had gone differently, then maybe things would have gone way differently. Maybe you would’ve been the one that was begging for me to just end it, maybe you would’ve been the one sacrificing yourself, for me to end you once and for all. But I’m done looking back on what could have gone differently, I’m done looking back on what I could have done differently. I’m done looking back and trying to revise history in a way that I would like to see it, fantasy booking anything that could have been done differently. I am looking toward the present, I am looking toward the future, I am looking toward what is going to be done the way that I am planning on it to be done, I am looking toward what is going to be done the way that I am going to make sure is done, the way that I am going to make sure is accomplished, the present, the future that is going to be made in my vision once more, because this brand for the last few seasons from the moment that I have stepped through those doors has been made in my vision, has been crafted in my blood, my sweat, my tears. The red that this brand has inherited from the beginning of is existence has showed the meaning of many things before it, but now more than ever before has it been the blood that I have shed for this brand, the blood that I have left pools of on the mat just so Friday Night Dynasty can be looked at as the brand to be, looked at as the best brand in the world. That blood won’t change into a disasterology, that blood won’t change into a diasterpiece, that blood won’t be left as the cancer that you have spread throughout this company gets to me, and puts me down. I’m not going to let myself become another Justin Windgate, I’m not going to let myself become another Malcolm Jones, I’m not going to let myself become another Andre Walker, I’m not going to let myself become another Visual Prophet, I’m not going to falter. I’m not going to fall to you. I’m not going to lose to the false god, I’m not going to lose to the false prophet, I’m not going to lose to the false savior. I’m not going to lose to Drake King. And I don’t say that because I need to convince myself, I don’t say that because I need to make myself believe that, I say it out of resistance.
Resistance from the New Era, resistance from, not the future, but the present of this industry. I speak up for everyone. I have become the voice of the voiceless, I have become the voice of the New Era, I have become the voice of the people. I live in the footsteps that was once walked by the likes of Ronn Banks, that was once walked by Jamie O’Hara, that was once walked by Cy Henderson before he turned into a self centered deluded prick. I’m resisting your cancer, and I am going to take the scissors, the knife, and I am going to cut into, slice right through, the cancer that has been dealt throughout all of EAW, and I am going to cut the head off the fucking snake. You’re dead. Adam Lucas was too focused on his bitter rivalry with Jake Smith which ultimately led to him being off his game enough for you to eliminate him and win the Grand Rampage match, Jake Smith wasn’t even eliminated by you and was instead eliminated by the mentioned Adam Lucas. You bring up Elitists like TLA, you bring up Elitists like Rex McAllister, like Raven Roberts. Cool. But I think I have made myself clear. I think I have made it clear what I think about every Elitist from that time, who have already won the big one, who have already been at the top time and time again. Some who I have the utmost respect for, some who I absolutely despise with my whole heart. TLA, Raven, Rex, even Adam who has gone through a lot recently and has shown a bit of an attitude that we haven’t seen from him before, but I still respect. They have had their time, and while I truly would not mind to see them at that spot again, that is a spot that is no longer reserved for them. Hell, I have given you respect for what you have accomplished before, I have given you respect for what you have done inside of that ring, and that same respect can go for another man who I truly do not like in Jake Smith. But you guys don’t belong at the top any longer. You guys have had your time to shine. Now look at the final three, look at who was in the final three. One of those names stands out. The current National Elite Champion, Cody Maverick, who I wish could have made it all the way, who I wish outlasted you. Look at the names in the match. Look at BRAE, look at Daniella Atlas. The New Era dominated. The New Era could’ve very well went all the way, one of them could’ve outlasted every one and won the match, but they didn’t. And now here you are. So if Cody couldn’t do it in the Grand Rampage, if a BRAE, a Daniella Atlas, couldn’t keep you from main eventing Pain for Pride, then who am I to stop it from happening after it had already been confirmed? But I can be the one who can insert myself into your shot, and then embarrass you on the grandest stage, embarrass you at Pain for Pride, in the main event. Reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship that I should have never lost to begin with. That’s what this is all about. I’m doing everyone a favor. I’m doing this brand a favor. I’m doing this whole entire company a favor. Because while yeah, maybe Jay Jerry Johnson could save us from Cy Henderson, and then save us from you, I’m not counting on it. If Jay makes it in, and I don’t, there’s still the possible chance that things don’t end well. If I make it in, then it turns into the slightest chance possible. But truthfully, I don’t need Jay Jerry Johnson to hold it down. I only need me.
You call me the flavor of the month time and time again, I’m almost certain you called me the flavor of the month all the way back at our last encounter at Reckless Wiring and now here you are, calling me the flavor of the month once again. Shit, I’ve been the flavor of the month for the last few years apparently. I have been the flavor of three years now, three years of my career in which from start to now, I have proven time and time again that I can excel when the pressure is on, I can beat the very best, and I can beat them decisively, something that you can’t say the same about. I was able to pin Minerva’s shoulders to the mat for the count of three in a straight up wrestling match as decisively as possible, you needed a steel cage and all the cheap tactics in the world, and even then in your little trilogy just a few months ago that we were forced to endure, you still ended up going one win, two losses over her, and that’s saying quite a lot. That I was able to beat the same woman that you lost to at King of Elite, or hell I beat Myles to win my first ever World Heavyweight Championship, and I didn’t need the help of the literal chairman of the board to do it. I spiked Myles onto his head through many panes of glass and I beat him right then and there. That is what I am all about. But sure, I’m the flavor of the month, and have been the flavor of the month since the moment I stepped in. Visual Prophet was calling me the flavor of the month in my first fucking week in the company, he was already speaking about me and I hadn’t even gotten my feet wet in competition. Andre Walker was calling me the flavor of the month when I challenged him for the Interwire Championship and I ended up being the first ever man to beat him for a championship after he became the longest reigning Interwire Champion in EAW history. I was called the flavor of the month by Diamond Cage, by AMIR YUSUF of all people, I was called the flavor of the month by those literally in charge right now and yet I’m still here, and have remained in the top position for years where many other “flavor of the months” have faltered. You’re fighting a nonexistent battle and I’m fighting history. You’re trying to resist ghosts while I’m resisting the apparent “best in the world” that are self proclaimed. You’re making up shit and I’m telling facts how it is, and yet I’m supposed to think you’re a threat? I’m supposed to be scared of you? I’m supposed to believe that you can actually put fear into me and then put me down? Because no one has ever called me the next Drake King. You made that up in your head because you want to believe that someone actually wants to follow in your footsteps. No one wants to follow in your footsteps. They want to destroy your footsteps. They want to erase your footsteps from history. They want to blacklist you from ever existing and fuck it, I’m going to be the motherfucker that does it. So many people try to claim me as the next version of them because it uplifts their spirits, it gives them clarity that maybe someone looks up to them. But I don’t look up to no one. At least, not no more. I stand head and shoulders above the rest no matter if I’m World Heavyweight Champion or not because I have proven that unlike anyone else before me that came in trying to be the next version of somebody, I came in being the first Joso.
But you know what, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, and I’ll actually entertain this idea. That there is a world where I actually want to be the “next Drake King” and people are propping me up as such. I mean, our ideologies pretty much line up. We both have the same views on this industry and our involvement in the industry being that we can make a change, that we can fix it, that we can make it a better place to be in and not one that is impending doom. That is where the similarities end, because your way of “saving” this company has been nothing but trying to tear it down and then leave it teared down, or rebuild it in a much horrible version that truthfully, no one would want to see. Whilst I am trying to tear down the old status quo so that the industry can evolve. We are on completely different levels and it just so happens that the level I am on is miles ahead, as well as above, you. I have a whole division behind me, a whole era behind me. You only have your own deluded mind thinking that you truly are god, thinking that you truly are a savior, truly thinking that EAW really does need you. It doesn’t need you. It definitely does not need you. And we are going to fix that. You are if someone took a shit onto what it means to be called a messiah, and then claimed themselves as that very messiah. You are if someone completely abolished what it meant to be a messiah and built up as something that doesn’t even make sense, and then said that they are the messiah of it because new meanings and some shit. I am not a messiah, I am not a god, but I am savior. The New Era would have failed if I didn’t sign the dotted line. The New Era would have been nothing, it would have been a footnote, an afterthought, something that you would have looked back on and simply laughed at the failed attempt of making history, because history wouldn’t have been made. Michael Machina, Milli Banks, Cody Maverick, Bea Valentine, BRAE, Donovan Duke, Hans Grayson, KASAI, Drake Armstrong, British Invasion, they all would have made it no doubt about that, I believe in all of their abilities and believe that they would’ve always had it in them, but there wouldn’t have been any signs of a New Era, there wouldn’t have been any signs of what we have today, there wouldn’t have been any signs of what was needed. They would have all made it, maybe be World Champions one way or another like they are now, but there would still be no New Era. I was the Elitist that made the New Era mean something, I was the Elitist that brought it to existence in the first place, and now here we are, three years later, and if I can insert myself into the World Heavyweight Championship match at Pain for Pride, I can guarantee an all New Era main event across all three nights, I can guarantee that there would be an Elitist of the New Era in all main events. If I lose? Then I am surpassed. Dynasty and the vision that I had created for it falters under you, under Henderson. So it’s time for me to be greedy, it’s time for me to be selfish. It’s time to make sure that people remember that I was the one who brought this to be in the first place, that I was the one who made all of this possible, that I was the one that was called the Leader, the King of the New Era for a reason, the Star Player for a reason, and the whole fucking Now for a reason.
So let’s be honest, let’s be realistic, and let’s be truthful with ourselves, Drake. I am doing what you never could. I am doing what you were never capable of doing. I am in this for myself, I am in this for me and only me, and by being in this for me, by being in this for only me, I am also in this for a whole entire generation, I am in this for the betterment of the company, I am in this for the sake of saving the industry because saving the industry is what I am going to do. Saving the industry from imbecels like you. I have heard you talk all week, say some bullshit after bullshit, and quite frankly I have gotten sick of it. I have gotten sick of hearing you speak. I have gotten sick of hearing you making up shit, and I have gotten sick of you spreading nothing but lies. You can call my insults childish, you can call what I say about you immature, but they’re the truth. They are 100% the truth. Everything about you is nothing but a bullshit propaganda that no one has fell for, and no one is going to fall for it now, nor is anyone going to fall for it ever. That’s all there is to it, all there ever will be to it. I would love to say that I can see right through you, and have that be some brand new information, have that be a jaw dropper, have that be what no one has ever told you before, but unlike you, I’m not going to act like you haven’t heard that before. Because everyone can see right through you. Everyone can see through the shit you’re trying to sell us. As you are the same man who has gone from “wanting to save the company” to “trying to tear the company down” back to “wanting to save the company because I am god and I am a savior!!!!” no one believes the shit that you are trying to tell us. No one has fallen for the same mind control, the same brainwash, the same propaganda that Myles and Minerva had once fallen for and was able to fight out of it ever since they did. That tournament I won three years ago was never a representation of what the company would be beyond the winner, it was a conveyer that ultimately pushed all the failures right out the door one by one and only the one who managed to outlast the tournament and outlive the name of the tournament as a whole so much so that they had brought it onto their own name completely replacing the whole entire figment of the tournament managed to survive and help everyone who came after it and could actually represent the era well in being platformed. Because I was platformed, and unlike anyone who walked through the doors at the same time as I did, I exceeded expectations. And that is all I wanted out of them as well. That is what I have gotten, but I am never going to be surpassed by them, I am never going to be outlasted by them, I am never going to be pushed to the backburner too early, not until it’s my time to pass down the torch to the next worthy generation that will come in a few years, or decade, or however long it takes. But you would never get that, because you will never understand what it is like to grow up how I did and fight my way to this company, fight my way to even be apart of this industry. I am saving this company because that is what those before me who actually let go would have wanted, even if it means forcing you to let go in the process
Go fuck yourself.
