TROY STONE(c) vs ELIJAH BLACK

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Main Event
PWX Championship
Troy Stone(c) vs Elijah Black

RP Limit: 1 per person


Story: After what he may consider a really long wait, Elijah Black is finally cashing in his rematch for the PWX title. This past Adrenaline, Black made it known that he wasn't going to be overlooked or have people forget that he still had a PWX Championship rematch clause to cash in. Regardless of how PWX Champion Troy Stone feels about it, he's going to have to defend his coveted title against Black. Troy has been on quite the tear lately in PWX. Can the House leader find a way to keep the title around his waist? Or will Black, who's been itching to find his way back on top, be the first to topple the House leader in his PWX Championship glory? This isn't the first time these two have faced off either. Black will be looking for revenge as the last time these two ironically met, Stone eliminated Black from a triple threat and claimed his very first PWX title win. Can Elijah Black be the first person to knock Stone off from his pedestal? Or is history doomed to repeat itself for Black?

[Elijah Black]

[Elijah Black is in a small suburb of San Ysidro wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and an Agent 51 t-shirt – which is sure to go down well with the Mid Western fans currently enduring sub-zero temperatures]

So, yeah, I know we were in San Diego for the last show, but let’s be honest, it’s a short hop from San Diego to La La Land so I may as well take the opportunity in case the next batch of shows take place in cities that are currently under several feet of snow.

[Black gives a wry look to camera]

As you can see, right now I am stood in your typical American suburb. Obviously it’s a bit warmer in this particular suburb in early January compared to one back home in Michigan…about 38 degrees colder back home in Michigan the last time I checked, and maybe the houses look a little different, but everything around them is the same as it is everywhere else: miles upon miles of grey freeway populated with SUV after SUV to the same chain stores as you get in any other city in the USofA. But if you turn 180 degrees…

[The camera turns around to show a wall, beyond which is the Rio Tijuana and, in the distance, Mexico, before turning back to Black]

…over there you will see a different country, with a different culture and a different language. Yet what most people will think of right now is people sneaking…

[Black illustrates this by using his fingers in a walking motion]

…across the border to get what they want, and doing so in great numbers every year. And we all know what they want – tequila shots for 25¢ a pop and cheap prescription drugs …although we can thank the Republicans for that not being an option in this country as they equate socialised medicine with Communism and it is, therefore, bad.

[Black shakes his head]

Because that’s how this country works – it sees its neighbours not as someone to engage with, but instead a resource to exploit. Rather than engage with Mexican people and their culture, instead they’re seen as a giant frat party for people to flock to in their droves every year to indulge their own vices in Tijuana, Ciudad Juarez or Mexicali for a fraction of what it would cost on this side of the border, and somehow it is accepted. Could you picture it if Canadians used the short hop across the border to treat Detroit or Buffalo as nothing more than a place to get cheap booze or medication? Actually, Detroit would probably appreciate the income, but that’s beside the point – as is the fact that plenty of Americans make the short hop across the border to get affordable prescription medication in Canada. Once again, we should thank the Republicans for selflessly contributing to the economies of Canada and Mexico with their childish and backwards stance on making it possible for their own voters to be able to afford the basic right of affordable healthcare. It takes real incompetence to manage that, but they did so with gusto!

[Black slow claps with an unimpressed expression on his face]

As you can see, I’ve had a few things to get off my chest lately, to the point I’m probably forgetting things I need to get done by now.

Let’s see, first of all there’s the fact that I still haven’t found a suitable partner for the upcoming tag team tournament, despite being top seed in the tournament and having proved that I’m pretty good in tag team matches given I just won a best-of-five series as one half of a team, whilst surely my record states I’d make a good partner for anyone. Or did I miss the part where a memo was going around the locker room saying that I don’t work well with others, so everyone should make their excuses early to avoid being paired with me as they haven’t got anything better to do. I swear, it’s like high school all over again – apart from apparently I’m the guy lecturing everyone for a change.

[Black rolls his eyes]

Then there’s the fact that the reason I need a partner is because Nightmare wanted to get a piece of Jason Aries, somehow forgetting he got a piece of Jason Aries six times in a row. Obviously he didn’t like sharing, even though he got several portions of Aries over the space of several weeks. But I guess that means that Nightmare wasn’t valedictorian material when he was at high school…

[Black smirks]

Of course, we all know what the biggest thing I needed to get off my chest was.

Cast your minds back a few weeks, to September 26th at Full Throttle. Yes, way back in September – that’s 101 days ago, for those keeping count – is when I walked into the arena as champion against Troy Stone and Timothy Hunt, and we all know what happened then, don’t we? Because I certainly remember it vividly: I had Stone on the ropes, literally, when Hunt snuck up behind me and cracked me in the head with a trashcan lid to get me out of the way and further his desire to be the winner. Yeah, that worked out well for him, didn’t it?

[Black snorts derisively]

Now, I don’t ask for much – I leave the whines of entitlement to others who have perfected the art through constant use – but you’d think that a rematch clause would mean something, wouldn’t you? After all, that would’ve given me a month to manipulate the sympathies of everyone in attendance and satisfy my ego in doing so. Or I could, you know, not act like Nighthawk.

Yet for some reason, when the chance to be the hero in front of my hometown fans at Devil’s Night arose, the match was between Stone and Hunt, and I was given my own little sideshow teaming with Nightmare against Aries and Nighthawk, before that sideshow became a long-running series that was a fixture of PWX shows on the entire circuit, and as that match became the fixture my rematch slipped further and further away, with Abigail Lindsey moving ahead of me for Never Say Die.

So I sat there on the sidelines wondering when somebody in the office would remember that I had a rematch clause waiting to be activated, and it dawned on me: I was giving them far too much credit. Waiting for them to remember something that would surely count as common knowledge is like waiting for them to give me some long-overdue respect, so I had to take matters into my own hands and throw it out there before somebody else jumped the queue to say they had a valid claim for a match when, at the end of the day, I have the most valid claim for a title match that anyone can have.

Of course, it’s no coincidence that Stone never mentioned it, not once. You see, the fact I had a match where it was him and me facing off without someone to blindside me so the match and the title could be stolen from me was quite the inconvenience for Troy Stone – which is precisely why he never mentioned it.

He talked about himself, and he does that a lot, but even when pressed to say who he wanted to face he’d change the subject. True, the rest of the roster can also take that as a slap in the face just as much as I can, but I’m not a fan of rewriting history to suit a specific agenda – especially because, in his case, Stone isn’t even in a position to say that the winners can rewrite history, and he never beat me for the title.

[Black pauses]

Oh yes, he can claim that he did as much as he likes, but anyone can check the results of Full Throttle and will see for themselves that he didn’t beat me. He won the title, that much is true, but all he proved is that he can beat Timothy Hunt. Twice. I guess sticking with what you know is the mark of a great champion these days, right?

This is Stone’s ultimate failing – he’s the guy who does enough to get through, which may work nine times out of ten but it’s that one time it doesn’t that hurts him. He will deny it, of course, or just pretend that isn’t an issue - but that one time will come sooner than he thinks. Especially when he considers, or somebody has the nerve to politely suggest it to him, that he will be going up against a guy who not only has a chip on his shoulder about being made to wait for a match that so many others will have received almost as soon as the pinfall was counted, but he’s going against the guy who has a reputation for upsetting the proverbial apple cart not just because he has the ability to do so, but because he enjoys doing it.

…and if that clueless look on your face isn’t related to the latest round of botox and because you are, in fact clueless, I’m talking about myself. Elijah Black. Your next opponents. I hope you’re keeping up with current events on this one, because you may be asked a few questions about it later.

[Black aims a withering look down the camera lens]

Stone does, however, have homefield advantage. I mean, Los Angeles? That’s the epicentre of vain, shallow, self-obsessed obnoxiousness that somehow feels like the world both revolves around you yet owes you something, even though there’s no legitimate worth to who you are and what you do. As I said, Stone will feel right at home – whilst I certainly won’t.

It’s funny how the City of Angels is populated with anything but – instead the streets are populated with sirens and harpies, screeching and grasping for attention despite there being no reason for them to be given a second of anyone’s time let alone hours of media coverage per day for no logical reason other than some tenuous definition of what “famous” means. Just because I’ve heard of you, and not through my own personal choice, that does not make you famous – I heard of a guy who streaked from MSU across Forest Akers East golf course before security tackled him to the ground when he passed his finals, and that guy isn’t on TMZ every time he eats something. And, really, he should be – running full speed whilst buck naked and evading campus security, course security and the police for the best part of twenty minutes requires a certain amount of athleticism and cunning, which is more than can be said of and of the Kardashian brood.

You might be sitting pretty at this exact time, Stone, but didn’t anyone ever mention to you that fame only lasts fifteen minutes – and the clock is ticking down for you every single second? There’s always somebody else, Stone, and they always replace you so quickly and so seamlessly you don’t even know it’s happening until it’s already happened and you’re yesterday’s news.

That’s where I’m one step ahead of you and always will be. Fame doesn’t interest me in the slightest, because there’s so many hang-ups and hangers-on that just thinking about me makes me tired and slightly nauseous. No, I prefer to stick to the side of infamy because that doesn’t have a obsolescence date built in to its very nature and that guarantees people will have something to remember long after the events have happened. Also, to be infamous, you actually have to do something to gain attention in the first place, which is something that obviously appeals to me.

So when the time comes, Stone, you will stand in the shadow of Hollywood and try not to think of all those who came before you – shining bright for a short time, but one performance pulled back the curtain and exposed their limitations to everyone and they were never quite the same again, drifting down the system until they were a face that people remembered and the name was on the tip of everyone’s tongue but nobody could quite say who you were without having to check Google first.

You had your time in the spotlight, but if you stopped talking about yourself and checked your watch you would have seen it was reading 14:59 and you had one engagement left, that engagement is with me for the title you never beat me for, and you’ll soon realise there’s a reason you couldn’t, why you didn’t, and you will not.

Maybe then will your mind focus on somebody other than yourself. After all, you’ll have a rematch clause, and I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.

[FTB]

[troystone]

Disclaimer: This CD takes place after the last one. This one deals with Troy's agent Larry finally getting something off his chest to his wife. Good Luck and Enjoy!

The World of Stone: House of Madness

Chapter Nine: Release Part 1

Monday, August 17th, 2013 in Los Angeles, California around 11:00 A.M.

"There you go Bruce, two more, two more," Troy shouted in support of his bodyguard as at the moment, Troy, alongside heavy Bruce Bowen and their friend Austin, were inside a local gym in Los Angeles cheering on for Bruce, who was pulling off an impressive feat by bench pressing 450 lbs ten times. As Bruce continued to push himself to raise the bar again, both Troy and Austin found themselves rooting on for the much larger man; despite the wandering eyes that were looking right at them. They didn't care though. This was all about Bruce and his test of strength. Bruce continues to pace himself while lifting up the dumbbells clearly showing fatigue; however Troy and Austin continued to push him throughout the process.

"Come on B Double, you got two more man," Troy continued mouthing before wiping off the sweat from the top of his head with his sweat drenched gray cut out work out shirt. Bruce, after taking sheer will power, manages to raise the dumbbell fully up and then down; completing a rep.

"Yeah there you go Bruce, you got one more," blonde haired Austin cheered. Him and Troy stood side by side as Bruce takes a couple of breathes before elevating the dumbbells above his head slowly but surely. Troy and Austin look on as Bruce uses all of his strength to raise the dumbbell firmly above his head; thus officially completely rep number ten. Austin instantly jumps in the air gleefully as Troy starts yelling as well.

"Ten reps, 500 pounds, no match for you my man; there you go," Troy shouted as he helped Bruce place the dumbbell on the rest. From there Bruce leans up and Troy then pats him on the back.

"You just did some serious work right there my friend," Troy said. Bruce takes a moment to gather his breath before nodding his head and pounding his chest.

"I put in the work my man," Bruce said to Troy in a fiery expression. "Too easy."

"You're a beast dude," Austin chimed in. "How in the hell did you manage to lift all that weight up dude?"

"Simple. Sheer power buddy. You can't teach what I got."

"He's speaking the truth here," Troy responds. "Look lunch is on me big man. You deserve it."

"Woah you're picking up the tab for lunch? Sweet," Austin stated. Troy twist his heads and looks at him.

"Wait, I don't think you heard me correctly. I'm picking up the tab for Bruce here, not you. You are still in the doghouse?"

Doghouse? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"What do you mean what am I talking about? Isn't it obvi? I'm talking about Lacey and how much of a low blow that is by you bro." Austin looks a bit annoyed as Troy looks back him at him. It had been about two weeks since he found out that Austin was dating the women that Troy had a baby with. Even still Troy wasn't pleased with this development, even though it's been six years since Troy and Lacey broke up. And of course given how sour their relationship ended, in theory one would think troy wouldn't care that his friend, who was five years younger, was dating his ex but with Troy he considered this a violation of Guy Code.

"Come on we're seriously still on this man," responded Austin. "You haven't dated her in years. Why do you even care?"

"Because out of everyone here in LA you just had to chose to lock lips with my ex? The one that once upon a time actually had my child."

"That you didn't give a fuck about."

"That is irrelevant right now! Look I know what I did wrong back then. I get it. I should have been there for my kid. And that's something I'm going to have to live with for life Austin. For life. But I can't do anything about it so trust me, I don't need to see Lacye ever again. We're passed that and now that you're shacking up with her, I'm going to have to see her."

"So you're upset that I'm dating Lacey because you're still guilty about being a dead beat dad?"

"I'm upset because you're breaking guy code. You're not suppose to date your friend's ex!"

"Wait, aren't YOU breaking guy code right now?" Austin points towards Troy, who looks at him as if he was delirious. Bruce looks on but seems uninterested in the current argument.

"The hell are you talking about," Troy inquired. "Wait I get it, you're trying to reverse this back to me. I see what you're trying to do here. Trying to deflect your guilt on me. How shameful is that."

"Shameful? You're the one breaking guy code! You're cock blocking me! You're totally committing the most deadliest sin of all Guy Code!"

"What? I'm not cock blocking you."

"You're not? Then what are you doing now? You're trying to break up me and Lacey. Look I wasn't trying to hook her with her or anything. it just happened alright? I'm just happy a girl that looks as good she does is into me man. That's all/" Troy looks at Austin with an annoyed expression. Internally Troy knew that Austin had a point.If anything this took Troy down memory lane. it wasn't long ago he was doing the exact same thing to his brother Liam when he found out he was seeing Megan secretly. Obviously this scenario was different. Austin, a fellow wrestler him, albeit just started with his career, was know dating the woman Troy impregnated. Just like with Liam, Troy had to let his ego not ruin things for others. In this case he was struggling to do. Troy actually wanted to say a lot more to Austin but instead he decided to restrain and hold it in.

"Alright whatevs," Troy muttered as Austin noticed the way Troy said it.

"You know what guys, I'm going to change in the locker room so I'll be back," Austin stated, clearly trying to escape the ongoing awkward tension. He eventually leaves and when he does, Troy turns to Bruce.

"He has some nerve," Troy says to Bruce. Bruce looks at Troy.

"Let him live," he replied. "He's harmless."

"Yeah but-"

"You don't even date this Lacey girl anymore. Just drop it for Austin's sake alright?" Troy lets out a sigh.

"Whatevs."

"Anyways we got more important things to do today don't we?" Troy runs a hand through his blonde hair before nodding his head.

"Yeah today's the day," Troy noted. "Larry's going to finally tell his wife everything. he wants us to be there for when everything hates the fan. For good reason because once they do, it's not going to be pretty."

"Well what exactly are we preparing for here?"

"Everything. This is going to be a tale of a scorned woman. Anything and everything is plausible."

"You're not lying about that. So when are we heading over?"

"About like 1:30 P.M. We probably should get Megan to tag along with us."

"But Larry said she didn't want her to be involved in this remember? he hasn't told her anything."

"Yeah but let's factor in that eventually she's going to catch wind of this. FYI having a big time agent involved in a scandal doesn't look good for him or anyone he supports, i.e. the three of us. So in a way she kinda has to be aware of this." Bruce strokes her chin.

"Valid point. Alright then so it's settled."

"Yup and if we're smart we get moving now. That way we can set up for the madness that we're surely going to see."

"What about Austin?"

"Pff who cares. He knows his way back home. He has money. He can catch the bus. Now let's get something to eat, then we get Megan, then we go to Larry's."
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Two Hours Later outside Larry Stevens' penthouse in Los Angeles, California

"Babe I'm out doing some very important. Seriously but I can get you some ice cream on the way back home if you would want that," Troy said while on the phone with his girlfriend Ophelia Morganti; who was still recovering from her neck injury. Troy was inside his car, bruce was in the passenger seat and Megan Pierce was sitting in the back sporting a black blazer with a blue top underneath and a black business skirt. Troy was now dressed in a black suit jacket with a blue shirt underneath and black suit pants while Bruce was wearing a black tailor made suit with black tailor made pants and a pair of shades on his face.

"OK ice cream it is. I'll give you your fave. Rocky Road. Obvi I remembered. Cool so I'll be home soon. K. Love you babe. Rest your neck okay? I know the doctors are dweebs but at least they know what they're talking about.....Haha it is what it is. But yeah gotta go. BTW I love your more...maybe. K. Lates." Troy ends his cell phone call before putting his phone inside his suit jacket pocket.

"So why are we hear again," Megan speaks up and say. "I would love to know our purpose for being here given the fact that you guys haven't said a peep about what we're doing."

"You're right Megan. We've kept you in the dark long enough so here's the scoop. Now when I tell you this, keep in mind that I'm giving you the simplified version of why we're here."

"O...k then. So now that I've been beaten verbally by vague overtones, what's the big deal?"

"OK so uh Larry has gotten himself into a pretty bad situation. When I mean big I mean life changing bad."

"Did something happen?" Troy nods his head.

"Haha that AND more. OK I'm just going to cut to the chase alright? A few months ago Larry had an affair with this woman who he thought he would never see again."

"What," Megan instantly muttered while gasping. Troy continued on with what he was saying.

"Yeah but that's not the worst part. This woman, I forgot her name but that doesn't matter, comes back like a month ago and tells Larry that she's pregnant with his baby. Of course he thought she was BSing but he took one of those secretive test. Came back positive."

"So wait he's-"

"Yes he's the father. Test proved it. And it turns out, this woman, want to keep the baby."

"Un. Believe. Able. And he didn't tell his wife right away the news?"

"He wanted to wait until he got the results. Now that he has the results, it's time for him to face the music. That's why we're here. He can't find it to do it by himself so he feels safer with us there. With me and Bruce. he doesn't know that you're coming with."

"I see. I can't imagine how his wife is going to take that one two punch."

"Well you don't have to imagine anything because we're going to see it first hand. He's waiting for us inside so let's go." Troy soon exists his car and soon Bruce and Megan exist the car as well. They look around at the lavish living arrangements that Larry lived in. He had a beautiful cut front lawn with a rather impressive waterfall in the middle. His house was a gated home; which meant that just in order to get to the driveway, someone from inside Larry's house had to confirm their entry in. The yellow house itself was average sized, but it had a fancy vibe to it. Troy, Bruce and Megan begin to walk towards the porch and once they do, Troy rings the door bell. After a few seconds, they front door creaks open and the first image they saw was in fact Larry; who was dressed in a white suit with white tailor made pants and his neck length blonde hair combed and curly. Larry nodded at both Bruce and Troy before looking at Megan. Larry opens the door and allows the three to enter the home. When Troy entered his way into the house, Larry instantly pulled him to the side.

"Why is Megan here," he whispered to Troy.

"I had to tell her Larry," Troy replied. "This affects all of us you know? But hey, that's the last of your issues. Is your wife here?"

"Yeah she's in the living room." Troy noticed that Larry, usually very confidence, over confident even, was shaking and quivering.

"Hey are you sure you're ready for what you're about to do," Troy asked Larry.

"Troy, everything is one the line her. Everything. My reputation.My marriage. My family. Everything that I've done up to this point is on the line. I got everything to lose and you know I usually never go into anything without having just as much to gain as to lose."

"You gotta do this Larry. You know that. That's the only way you're getting out of this one."

"I know."

"Whatever happens, just remember, this is what needs to be done." Troy pats the back of Larry, who remains silent and nods his head. Larry then leads Troy , Bruce and Megan to the living room, where his wife, a beautiful, blonde haired woman who looked as if she was her early 40s, was sitting on the couch.

"Ms. Stevens it's been a while," Troy says as she stands up and gives Larry's wife a hug. Once they part, Bruce walks over and hugs her as well. Both Bruce and Troy, having known Ms. Stevens for as long as they've known Larry, knew it was common curiosity to greet her with a hug.

"I'm Megan," Megan says as she offers her hand to Ms. Stevens to which she accepts.

"Why are they all here Larry," Ms. Stevens said to Larry.

"Guys, will you mind if you three step into the kitchen," Larry asked the trio. Troy nodded and soon walked into the next room along with Bruce and Megan. However Troy made sure he could see what was transpiring.

"Um...I don't know how to put this to you but there's something that I have to tell you and I don't know how to say it without hurting you."

"What's wrong? What are you talking about?"

"Just let me finish because trust me this is painful for me to tell you."

"OK." Troy saw Larry pause for a moment, perhaps trying to come up with the words.

"A few months ago I was at the club; you know running things and making sure everything went smoothly like always. So of course I drunk a few. Too many in this case. And then there was this woman that came on to me and...I kept drinking and....eventually...it led to"

"No," Ms. Stevens shouted. She already knew what was coming next and she instantly held her hands to her face. The heartbreak on her face was evident by every second. "No, no Larry please tell me you don't. Please, please, please, please!" Tears start to flow from ms. Stevens eyes as Larry starts fighting back his own. Troy was going uneasy watching this scene play out, as was everyone else. Larry takes a few moments to gather himself before breaking the news.

"I'm sorry baby but I ended up sleeping with her and-" before Larry could speak, Ms. Stevens started to cry uncontrollably. So much that eventually she started breathing short breaks and soon, those were increasing rapidly. Larry looked in her eyes and saw that they were split wide open.

"Baby, hey Laura! Troy, Guys, get in here I think she's having a panic attack!" Troy and the rest of the gang immediately run back into the room as they try to calm Ms. Stevens down, but she was still breathing short breaths.

"Call the ambulance, call them NOW! Somebody call them now!"

"I got it," Troy says as he starts fumbling inside his pockets to grab his phone. Once he does,he dials the number as Megan and Larry check on Ms. Stevens.

"Hello, yeah I need an ambulance here ASAP. We have a woman that's having a panic attack. We're on Payne Ave. There's no time to waste! We need someone here now! "

To Be Continued
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The PWX cameras spot Troy Stone inside his locker room with the PWX Heavyweight Championship draped on his shoulders. He's of course is accompanied by Bruce Bowen on his left and Megan Pierce on his right. Troy sees the camera and smirks.

Troy: 2014. Look at that, time is flying isn't it people? I mean here we are, the last day of the first week fo 2014 and right now the theme around the world is change. Everyone with their New Year's Resolutions, which BTW they won't be able to actually even live up to those. Everyone is talking about change and how they can better themselves as human beings because "2014" their year right?....Just like 2013. And about half of those people got bigger. In size. It's a thing unfortunately.

Point I'm making dweebs is the majority of you are looking at this year as a year to better yourselves and like most you of you, you're probably going to fail at this. You're probably going to continue working that 9-5 job while saying you want to make your dreams of doing something more much significant. So much for living your American Dream. Most of you will probably continue to find yourselves wasting your time doing nothing when you could actually try to contribute to society in some capacity and then when the year is over you see oh what have I done; next year's gonna be my year though...and then the cycles repeats itself. Moral of the story?

Troy Stone doesn't have to better himself.

In the sense of trying to correct my errors from last year because I beat everyone to the punch. I did that last year. On my road to the position where I am now, PWX World Champion of Divinity, I had some stumbles. it rarely happens, but it happened. And what I did is continue to do what I do better than everyone else and that's not only steal the show but deliver when it matters the most and that corrected whatever stumbles I encountered. I lost the Evo title, I trade that for a World Grand Prix win and a World Title.

All in four months of being in this company.

Four months. That's how long it took me to make it to the top of PWX and get this the last four months? I've been reign as the undisputed Champion if Divinity. Right now I'm the only Absolute Champion in wrestling. Honestly my position is secure and that's a not a knock against those that have faced me. because trust, there's nothing about Ryan Kidd that I like(wardrobe, hygiene, attitude, etc) but he gave me everything he had and I eventually beat him. Timothy Hunt did the same thing and I beat him and guess what? Where oh where is Timothy Hunt?

Gone.

He no longer exist in PWX takes to yours truly. I showed him just exactly how strong my might is and now he's never showing his face in PWX ever again. Thanks to me. And you could even look at my dear friend; Abigail Lindsay; the one person i actually thought could realistically beat me. A testament to how good she is and how much you so called "smarks" underestimate her because she isn't the most opposing wrestler, I had to use every tool in my book just to retain. The point I'm making here is that unlike you people when I'm faced with adversity, when I've faced with failure, I'm about to brush pass it and I'm able to

I don't need to better myself.

I enter 2014 without needing to have a silly little New Year's Resolutions. BTW you people that still BUY into that stuff; for shame. Nuff said. But like I was saying, I don't need to better myself. I mean how else can I do so when I'm already the COOLEST and SEXIEST MAN in the world; when I'm already the World Champion of Divinity; when I'm engaged to the HOTTEST babe in the world evs and when I'm the leader of the best unit top to bottom in wrestling. Seriously for all of you that really "love" Anton Chase and disrespect my friend Nikki Walton, trust me she's going to make all of you realize that sleeping on her is as big of a mistake as believing Anton Chase could ever do anything past his own limits.

I have everything.

But I want more.

As long as I live life I'm always going to see if there's another level I can take things. Because my talent and my skill set and my brains most importantly can take me to heights most people can't even fathom. I'm one of the few complex person in this company because my way of thinking is so complex and unfortunately Elijah Black isn't on that same wave length. He's not people let's just call it what it is.

At No Limits Elijah you get that rematch that you've been raving about for the past week and I get it. You're entitled to that rematch clause. By being the last World Champion, you are entitled to receiving another opportunity to be the man. I get it. i get how contracts work. I understand how this game works. You've been waiting and waiting to cash it in and now here you go, cashing in that rematch clause. Most likely because I assume you feel at this moment you could beat me. I assume you think at I'm at my most vulnerable position right? If you didn't, you would have waited a little bit longer to cash in your rematch clause.

But you didn't.

So here we are. And you know what I really found comical. And BTW when I mean comical Elijah I mean the reverse good kind. Things that are so bad that they're funny. You accused me of being all hype right? I heard your little speech and you basically told these dweebs that them voting for me for PWX Champion of the year was a product of them "believing in hype more than substance"

Troy laughs.

Troy: That Elijah is comical genius. That statement is so absurd that it's really funny. I mean for one if anyone has a grip with these dweebs about the awarding it should be me. I mean seriously Adam Stryker wins Superstar of the year right and this guy STILL hasn't reached the top of PWX. This guy continues to slum it up doing everything else other than being the top guy. In four months I won the one thing that man dreams about; the World Championship. And BTW I took him and his former buddy Mike Tompkins about. if anything he should thank me for that Hybrid title reign because I'm the one that gave that made some spark when he came back into this company. That;s all me. He won't admit it. he won't say it. But the truth is that happened because of me.

In four months I did more than about 85% of people in PWX have ever done Elijah and I was slighted. I was hosed out of that award but I agree with you in the sense of this people's opinion doesn't matter. Stryker winning was a result of a popularity contest and that's why i can shrug off that slight because I know for a fact that Adam Stryker wish he had a portion of my moxy, my star quality because with that, he could actually become the guy. But he can't because he is inferior to me despite all of his talents.

Now back to you.

Back to the claim that my World title Award win was based on all hype; that's mighty bold coming from you. Especially since you had two title reigns and guess how many titles defenses?

Zero.

For BOTH! You couldn't defend the World title not one thing and yet you wanna throw shade of Troy Stone's name and say that I'm an overrated champion. Seriously Elijah. Seriously let's just call a spade a spade. You know the wrestling cliche. You're not a champion until you defend iit once. I told the same thing to Anton Chase when he had the nerve to doubt my legitimacy and now I'm telling you the exact same thing Elijah.

See the one thing I've done as champion that you couldn't do was bring stability. I mean you and Nighthawk traded this title back and forth like a game of hot potato and since I've been champion, there's only be one champion. See you have no right to call me overrated, to basically suggest that I'm a flash int he pan when you couldn't even defend this one time. And sure you wanna gloss over the fact that in the match that you lost this to me you were the first one eliminated; but regardless of how you spin it, in the records books it will say that Elijah Black was eliminated first. I mean there's video footage of this; footage that you can't deny. Sure you can mask over it. You could say well this happened and that happened and that's why I was eliminated first, but you were still eliminated first.

That's the end of the story.

See and another thing too that mind boggles me so much is that you're basically coming off and suggesting to these dweebs that you have been wronged with this rematch when you have had four months to decide when you wanted this match. i mean holy crap how can you cry holy conspiracy when you all along have been in control of your destiny. It was you that decided to slum it up with Nightmare and have a little cute Five Tag Team Series with Aries and Nighthawk. And for what? What was the endgame of that. You guys didn't even win the Tag titles. Instead, you got a cute first seed in the tourney, which is irrelevant because #StoneGanti will win the Tag titles. True story.

You have no one to blame for your descendant than yourself Elijah. But of course you're not going to point the finger at the one who's really at fault for this. You know when I came into this company, you were one of the marquee names. And even still as I'm speaking Elijah you're one of the marquee names. But in the span of eight months your star has faded slowly and slowly and slowly. And now look at you. You're a top star desperately trying to cling onto his marquee spot.

In eight months I've become THE marquee.

I'm the marquee Elijah. I'm the one and in this, only one person gets to be the guy. The man. And Troy Stone is the man. And what you and these dweebs don't understand is that this championship for me is the culmination of almost ten years of sacrificing my life for this. A chance to become someone this business has never seen before.

Absolute.

That's my goal right now Elijah. Why do you think I held the Stone Cold Gauntlet? Because I want to become the Absolute Champion of wrestling. I want to beat everyone that people think are the best in PWX, SCW, GDW, PDW, FGA, any promotion. Right now I could beat any top star in any promotion. Name on Elijah and I could beat their games because I am absolute.

And before you judge me, because you try to rate me, think about your own failures. Think about how although you can guy to the top of the mountain, which is no small feat, that you can never defend it. You can never prove that you're a rightful champion. You've never done it and what people must realize is that it's going to take a miraculous performance to beat me for this. Because I've put all of my plans, all of me into this as it represents like I said everything I've done in this business for this. I've done this for six years Elijah and now I'm riding high. No one can touch me. No one when the it's Showtime and the spotlight is on can out perform me. No one can steal my spotlight Elijah and at No limits you can stand under it but after I'm done beating you once again, you can take your bow and and fade away like the fading star you are. I am the one Elijah. The only one. And no one right now can take that nor this title away from me.