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Well here we are, days away from myself having the biggest match in my career inside the belly of the beast, the devils playground or I like to call it "The Wrestling Machine's Backyard." The hot topic leading into this Saturday is the six man tag team match that took place and I am the reason my team lost. Honestly, I could care less about that tag team match, I could care less about my team mates and I could care less about the Showdown fans. What matters to me is winning championships and laying the pain on all of these five other rejects that are trying to steal my throne but they won't because they are worthless pieces of crap. I mean you can say Prince of Phenomenal is not a piece of crap because he is the current National Elite Champion but not for long. Do you realize what I can do to people Prince? Do you realize I can turn your world upside down? Do you realize I can end your career within seconds! Just look at Chris Paradise, Kelly Hackenschmidt and even Johnny Nova. All of them! I ended there careers when I snapped there arms in half with The Machine Break! All five of you want to make fat jokes? You want talk about ME SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF? I WILL SCREAM IF I WANT TO PEOPLE! THE BOTTOM LINE IS I CAN BACK UP THE TALK I AM LAYING OUT ON THE TABLE BECAUSE BESIDES PRINCE HAVE ANY OF YOU WON A CHAMPIONSHIP HERE? HAVE ANY OF YOU REACHED FOR THAT BRASS RING? NO YOU HAVEN'T, I HELD THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP FOR A REASON. IT WAS THE GREATEST A HUNDRED AND SIX DAYS OF THIS COMPANY WHEN I RULED THE NEW BREED DIVISION WITH AN IRON FIST. ....But my fate was changed at Pain for Pride X. My life was changed at Pain for Pride X when those hundred and six days came to an end by the hands of one Moongoose McQueen. I will admit I have been a furious ever since and this losing streak I have been suffering especially to that fool Nobi is adding more flames to the fire. Nobi I want to congratulate with the multiple victories over myself because all it does is infuriate me even more and all that anger is going to be let out this Saturday night inside the Elimination Chamber. I seriously hope I get drawn inside a pod because I am going to a caged animal waiting to be released from it's cage and will strike with force as I have the honor and privilege to beat you until you pass out. I will make sure I am in the Final Two with you Nobi so I can embarrass you in-front of your friends and family and even the Showdown fans that cheer you on every week but will have another reason to be sad because I am going to make you take a bath in your own blood. What happened in the past will stay in the past because I am the future of this company. I am the one who is going to be on free per-view posters! I am going to be put in the Elimination Chamber for the EAW Championship at Road to Redemption and capture the EAW Championship and hold two titles at one time! Proper greeting, James Ranger? Who in the blue hell do you think you are? You claim you want to get your hands dirty to reach the next level in our business? Then why are you trying to get your hands dirty against someone who will end your career? Someone who is a former multiple NCAA Division One Heavyweight Champion? A man who was undefeated in amateur wrestling? And of course a former EAW New Breed Champion? You are out of your mind young man, keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you on Saturday!

I just wanted to say I am sorry in advance to all five of you because the beating I'm about to lay on each one of you when eviscerate every single on of you inside my backyard this Saturday night. Do you know what it's like to get bullied? Prince of Phenomenal? Nobi? James Ranger? Lance Heart? Mark Michaels? No? Well your Day of Reckoning is soon approaching. Now some of you are asking yourselves, "wait he said that last time or even the last few weeks!" Guess what? I am going to be the silent assassin now around here, I have mastered the craft in jiu-jitsu and have learned to not stop attacking my opponents thanks to my good friend Scott Oasis! I have said this before I will say it again, Scott Oasis was the one to awake the beast. Scott Oasis was the one to find the shark inside of me and I am going to attack all the fish in my ocean. None of you are ready for The Wrestling Machine and this Saturday after I win the National Elite Championship inside the Elimination Chamber I am going to be known as Big Evil. All of you are going to realize what it feels to step inside someone's shoes. You are going to need your little feety pajamas and need to get tucked into bed early because you are not going to want to suffer this beating after I am being on this losing streak. I feel more comfortable inside a Chamber then the normal squared circle ring! Saturday night, the champion returns to it's throne and Lucas Johnson will destroy all the competition! Get ready to feel the pain you chumps!

EAW House of Glass Aftermath/Dynasty Promo #1: 3.

 
Hurricane Hawk is shown walking backstage wearing his House of Glass wrestling attire: long wrestling tights with the design of broken hearts and the “Show Slayer” stitched on the back. Hurricane Hawk is shown ripping the pieces of glass off of his hand wraps as he starts to throw the pieces on the ground. Looking down towards the ground Hurricane Hawk walks up to his locker room before he looks up to see Flashback with a microphone and the cameraman right beside him.
 
Hurricane Hawk: I don’t want to do this..
 
Flashback: C’mon man, you did your best!
 
Hurricane Hawk: My best…??
 
Hurricane Hawk looks at Flashback with a deadly stare as he rips the microphone out of his hand and pushes him out of the way of the camera before he stands back against the wall and looks into the camera before he starts to speak, letting out a frustrated laugh.
 
Hurricane Hawk: My best.. wow! Flash.. you're hilarious. You must not have seen tonight. I can’t even believe that anyone could say that was MY BEST. If it was my best, I would have went out there and won that match!! I would’ve stepped into that ring with those new generation elitist and I would have DID just what I said. It looks like I’m LYING to everyone and not doing what I’m saying. It looks like I’m sitting on my ass and FAILING to do what I have the potential to do.. but what is potential when you are not backing up the words that you put out? I’m disappointed.. I’m disappointed in myself.. I’m disappointed in the lost and everything that I’ve put out. I stepped out there with no weapon because I knew someone would bring the glass shards. I just do not know what to do I’m guessing. I was the first man to step into that ring with Ryan Savage and I felt so confident. It was there. That piece of the diamond right in front of my face and I reach for it and it’s pulled away every time. It looks like I do not know what I am doing anymore. It looks like the chase to the bottom. I saw it.. so close I saw it. I sit right here at this bottom piece and I think about all of the mistakes that went down. From the bottom, looking up it's an upward battle that I no longer want to fight because all I ever wanted was to be sitting at the top and to be RESPECTED. How do you catch that respect at the bottom? I sit here looking useless and now I do not even know where I stand. House of Glass was make or break for me..I focused myself to be prepared and I thought that I had it. I thought that I truly would walk into House of Glass, and handle my business, but of course.. I let that business away. The opportunity I let away from me. Am I truly Hurricane Hawk? Is that the real question.. Because now all of these critics are going to rush me telling me that I do NOT belong here anymore. That I’m just not that good anymore. To see myself as a Hall of Famer.. to see myself as A LEGEND, and then walk out there and look like a joke. House of Glass pulled me down even more. The third loss since I’ve been back and I feel like I’m far away from the things that I would love to get to. What do I do? Do I give into what the critics think I am going to do? Just tell myself it’s right.. I don’t belong here.. Disappear and never come back, or do I keep going and tell myself that even though the opportunity was taken, I’ll find another one. I’m so tired of being looked DOWN on because I TRULY AM.. one of the best to ever do this. Not even just my accomplishment list but the way that I work in this business. I put myself down.. and I’m going to GRIND to get back up. I wish that it was better than what this is, but nobody believes in me. Nobody thinks that I can do this anymore. But, to just believe in myself after things like this, it gets harder.. and harder every time to a point where you start to feel like you just do not know who you are anymore. But I do.. even though as much as I feel down for this, I’m still Hurricane Hawk just looking for a spot at the top and grinding to get to where I need to be. This is not just a want.. this is a NEED.
 
Flashback(No microphone): What about your match with The Mexican Samurai on Dynasty this Friday?
 
Hurricane Hawk: What about it Flash? You want me to tell you how much I’m going to beat him down with the anger that I have inside of me because I feel like this lost enraged me? You want me to tell you how I’m the best? You want me to tell you how this is going to get me closer to where I want to be? Is this the same opportunity Flash? No.. it is not. The Mexican Samurai has seen what I could do, it was not much, but just a preview of what could possibly happen at Dynasty. These bags under my eyes show that I put in work through day and night. The night owl that clocks in to show off everything that he has in the ring. I’m looking to step into that ring.. and just win. I’m looking to get back, and if this has to be the start then so be it. I feel like I need to be found. People are overlooking me because all they see is the disappearances.. they see the mistakes. They see that I cannot make it. They just see me going down once again and losing everything that I have. I can’t take it anymore. I DESERVE RESPECT. Right now.. Dynasty just feels like I’m under the line. Shattered dreams were surely what I received. Mexican Samurai.. I’m so tired of the nonsense. I’m so tired of the being used. I’m tired of stepping out there into that ring and LOSING.  THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE ME.. I don’t give a DAMN if I have to step into that ring and beat you until your black and blue.. I am not LEAVING DYNASTY WITH ANOTHER LOST. You want to see the savage in me? You want me to be the man that I once was? You want me to come out here and have a SICK MIND and not care about anything that’s around me.. I am sick.. and tired of being looked down on. I’m more than just a stepping stone. So Mexican Samurai when you step into that ring with me it's not going to be like it was here tonight.. it’s going to be extremely different because I’m not going to let this opportunity get away from it and I MEAN IT. As much as people are not going to believe because for the last few weeks I’ve been taking FAILED STEPS.. I’ll just have to prove it. I’ll just have to go harder.. The frustration in my mind is what’s going to make me want to hurt everything and everyone in sight. Look at where I am. Look at WHO I am.. I never was like this. I was never the man to put out my words and not get to what I was saying. I was never the man to be a liar. The Mexican Samurai is stepping into the ring with a man that’s battered lost.. and mostly.. catching the anger that’s filled inside of him and I hope that he knows how to run, because I’m not stopping at all. I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to beat you.. and I’m going to send a message to those who want to look down on me and hopefully THEN they’ll see that I’m not a force to be reckoned with. Most of these people do not even see me as who I am anymore.. Ha.. I just pray that I keep my mind.
 
Hurricane Hawk drops the microphone onto the ground before he opens his locker room door and slams it behind him hard as Flashback picks up the microphone and the camera fades to black

No one from Empire is qualified enough to fight Ryan Marx other than you.... as #1 Marx-out (yes, that's a thing, I guess lol....) I approve your match with him. Should be a fun thing to read either the promo or the match itself.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

[size=15]Showdown Promo #1[/size]


[size=15]@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:[/size]



[size=15]“Well here we are, just days away from me getting my long overdue shot at the EAW National Elite Championship. I cannot express with words just how long I ha r been yearning, coveting, and desperately grinding away for this opportunity. For over a year and a half I was haunted by a win.  That’s right, POP, Stark, Rex, and every other paper champion to hold that belt have denied me what was rightfully mine!  They were too afraid to step into the rig with Mark Michaels because they knew I’d outclass ‘em at every turn. They knew that if given the chance I’d step on their throats and tear that title out of their cold dead hands if need be. So each and every single one of them since January 1st, 2016, has dipped, dived, and ducked me in order to hang on to my belt for just a moment longer. This has been the modus operandi and it has driven me insane, it has burned a hole in the bottom of my stomach.  I’ve nearly went sick chasing after this belt for he better part of the past two years, and all the while I’ve dealt with doubting critic who sit behind a keyboard and type up scathing, hyperbolic, defamation of my talents.  These trolls have never once stepped foot into a ring, and more so they never will so long as I’ll be waiting to show each and every one of them just how good I am between the ropes. Oh And let us not forget how I’ve had to contend with a sea of envy they call the locker room, the guys like Kaise Boetius, and all his curtain jerking ilk that go out of their way to hinder me, while they ride my coattails.  The ones who just as soon as I seem to get a breath of fresh air, try to drag me back down to their scum on bottom of the barrel level. They screw me out of title shots, they go out of their way to try and end my career, Finnegan Wakefield Your beloved New Breed Champion, he was nothing more than a Michael’s envy suffer hater who tried to break my neck by suplexing me on the concrete floor right before the ref could count three in a number one contender’s match!  You’re precious little Nico Borg, the guy who Everton is wondering when he’s gonna use up his cash in the vault, he’s never beaten me. The Riddler hit me below the belt with a cane, something that would have put a normal man out of commission, but I persevere to make it to the end of a Hell’s Warpath Match, and the only thing everyone wants to talk about is Lucas coming in at the very end and finally getting his big win.  Each and every one of these knuckleheaded nimrods in the back burn with jealousy the moment I step out on the stage. They can’t stand that I’m more talented, more charismatic, and better looking than every one of them combined!  And for my troubles, for my efforts, for all the mountains and molehills I’ve been made to climb just the chance  to get out of this lower midcard hell![/size]


[size=15]Well come this Saturday night, it’s all gonna change. Because finally, I’ve gotten my rightful shot at the National Elite Championship!  Mark your calendars ladies and gentlemen, because this will be a day to remember, Mark Michaels capturing his first title here in EAW, and forever altering the landscape of both this company and this industry, it’s gonna happen because this time the title is in the line, this time the doofus holding it can’t run away, and this time it’s gonna be me standing with my hand raised high and the confetti raining down in grand celebration of my well deserved victory. [/size]



[size=15]Now I know that all the naysayers out their are just waiting for me to finish up this post so they could start talking all that hot garbage that pours out of their mouths, I know the rookies Lance Hart and James Ranger (you’re both so bland, dull, and interchangeable I might as well save the time and address both of you here.) can barely wait to run their mouths about how their the future because they barely eked out a win against some nobody in the minor league. But those two better start realizing real quick that the only future they’re ever gonna see, is me holding the title they wish they could get their hands on, me having my face on all the billboards and banners and promotional cups they give out at Burger King.  In short they only thing that these boys are ever gonna do, is chase after the man who is the undisputed and unquestioned leader of the entire EAW roster regardless of brand. Now sure you boys had a few flashes of brilliance here and there, but those few sparks are nothing compared to the towering inferno that i am.  You guys are diamonds in the rough, I’m the most prized stone the world has ever laid eyes on, adored for its beauty as much as its value, nothing could ever compare.  That’s the level of disparity that’s between us. You boys would have been looked on as possible contenders, as guys who could have walked out with the win, but that’s simply not the case when you are locked inside that Elimination Chamber you boys are gonna find out real quick that even the two of you combined can’t beat perfection!  You two are about to go right out of the frying pan, and into the fire. And when I’m done with both of you, you’ll be left absolutely torched in that ring #iPromise [/size]


[size=15]Now with the newbies out of the way, let me address the real meat of the competition. Let me address the three stumbling, stammering, head stuck in the sand haters who for one reason or another can’t seem to get it threw their thick skulls that come hell or high water, rain or shine, that title is being strapped around my waist.  [/size]

[size=15]That’s right Nobi, this weekend is gonna turn out for you like every other time your choke artist ass steps on up to the plate. One more time with the bases loaded and count full, you’re gonna gather all your might, give a mighty swing, and be called on strike three.  Now I’m more than sure you had your hands full in that little six man, but keep this in mind, I don’t have to carry any deadweight tag partners in this one.  You get to experience a Mark Michaels with no limitations, no restrictions, one who doesn’t have to play nice to win. Like I said just a week ago, if I want to hurt you, if I want to bash your face into those steel chains, or send you crashing thru that bullet proof glass when we’re inside the chamber, there isn’t a damn thing that anybody could do about it. Your fists can’t help you in this situation, your (inferior) skills on the mat won’t mean a damn thing. When that bell rings and we’re in that ring together, anything and everything is fair game.  A Selfie stick to the jaw is as legal as a headlock here. And that plays right into my hand, because not only do you not have enough manhood to throw down and draw blood from each and every opponent in your way, your dealing with a man who will in a heartbeat. So what’s the game plan here Nobi?  What are you gonna do against the guy who’s been thru glass Gauntlets, and hell’s Warpath, and flaming rope and table battle royals, and walked away without a scratch?!  How can you break @EAW’s ironman?!  Plain and simple, you can’t!  So if I were you, I’d be hoping and praying that you get eliminated long before Mark Michaels enters the match. Because when the Picture Perfect savior of showdown is in that ring, There won’t be a man alive that can stop him from cutting thru everyone between himself and that belt. #cantstop #wontstop[/size]




[size=15]And that includes you Lucas. Seems like old times, me poised to win a championship and cement my legacy here in EAW, and you shouting your fat head off about how you were the lucky fluke to ever steal a win. Now before you go spinning tall tales about how you were a dominant champion who everyone feared and such, let me remind you that while that might work on the lower I.Q.s in this match (yourself included) it never has and never will work[/size]
[size=15]On me. See I’m the guy who called you out for winning the New Breed Championship by entering last into a match where I did all the work. And I was also the guy who called you out for beating chumps who never did anything worth challenging you for said title. And when we you finally stopped ducking me, what did you do? You threw in a low level chump who wasn’t worthy of challenging for the title so that you’d have someone to pin.  Now since that triple threat match, we’ve crossed paths a time or two. And just like I always said, you were never better than perfection. I outlasted you in the ring of fire battle royal, and I outlasted you in the flaming table five way. So maybe before you drone on and on spouting those lies you Love to tell yourself, maybe take a moment to pick your words because Saturday night I’m gonna shove them down your throat. I’m gonna definitely, and completely best you in every imaginable way my friend. It’s my time now, my golden moment, my triumphant victory that will live forever in the lore of Elite Answers Wrestling. So as I said, pick your words carefully, because when I dominate you, and pin you 1,2,3, in the middle of The ring, you won’t have any excuses, you won’t have any way to deny that everything I’ve always said about you is true, and you won’t have anybody to blame but yourself. [/size]




[size=15]And that just leaves you, our reigning, defending National Elite Champion. You know POPS, it’s really fitting how this season is coming full circle in a way. I beat you 1,2,3, you get lucky because some moron with a crush on me sent me thru a table before I could eliminate you from the five way at Dia Del Diablo, and now here in the chamber, I’m gonna pin you again. I’m bringing an end to your little nostalgia run, and in doing so I’m gonna take possession of my National Elite Championship. And when I do please don’t go around doing the pouty hall of famer thing. You know where you discredit your legacy by whining and moaning and crying like five year old girl. When I beat you (and rest assured I will be beating you) don’t try to find a scapegoat, don’t go on a rant about how Bryan Daniels made you defend this belt against me because when you won the damn thing Stark was as too high to realize the bell rang!  Let me tell you something, this is a long time coming to me, I’ve been denied my greatness far too many times. I have been shoved aside by champions who were too afraid to face me, and general Managers who were too incompetent to realize what they had on their hands!  It’s been a long, long time waiting for this chance, it’s been what feels like forever for me to capture this title, and I will not waste this chance!  This time that belt goes thru me, this time inside of over a ton of steel There is no where for anyone to run. This time that title is mine and if I have to send you back to the retirement home, or the hospital, or the mortuary, well than by all[/size]
[size=15]Means I will.  #nowayout[/size]




[size=15]So get ready, because the crowning moment of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero is coming this Saturday night!  Blood, sweat, and every drop of energy I’ve spent getting to this match, it’ll have been well worth it when I hold that gold. Get ready because to beat me you’re gonna have to kill me and than kill my picture perfect zombie when it comes looking for that belt (#arrgBelt!). [/size]

[size=15]This Saturday, you will be in the ring with hands down, absolute, head and shoulders above the rest, single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots and step into a ring!  You will see why I’ve amassed an army of followers across the globe who hang on every word, fawn over every picture, and celebrate like it’s a holiday when I get a win. You will find out why I’m the undisputed Social Media Champion, and perfection incarnate in that ring, so all you boys better start getting to Picturing THAT![/size]

[size=15]#NextNEChamp #EliminationChamber #Showdown #EAW”[/size]



[size=15]55,000,000 users liked this. [/size]

Finally.....finally I get my National Elite Championship Match and for the first time in my career I get to step inside the structure known as the Elimination Chamber. You see ever since I joined the land of the elite all I ever wanted to do was step inside the devils playground, you could say that is the Hell in a Cell match but in my mind its the Elimination Chamber. Some people in this company get bone chills every-time they hear or see the Elimination Chamber structure. When I hear or see it, I don't get bone chills. I am not intimidated by the structure that may end careers. Last year when I went to Road to Redemption to take care of business priorities I stayed for the event and before the event I wanted to experience what it's like to step inside the structure while the ring career was setting up the ring for the event and when I stepped inside the brutal structure all I did was smile. I had the biggest smile on my face because I had hundreds of ideas in mind to torture my opponents and now after what I have been through ever since Pain for Pride X, I am more then ready to take down all of these punks inside my ring! Ever since I lost my EAW New Breed Championship on the biggest stage in our company my career was flipped upside down. It's like I lost my mojo but do I want your people's sympathy? HELL NO! I need nothing from you disgusting fat pieces of garbage. Their is two things in this world that drives me to succeed and that is inflicting my opponents with pain and championship gold and it's a perfect combination in the Elimination Chamber Match for the title I have been wanting for so long now which is the National Elite Championship. Some people might claim that I should have continued my quest to become a two time New Breed Champion which I did think about a lot but I quickly realized why should I waste my time in a pointless two month tournament to become number one contender when I should just be awarded the number one contender-ship anyway. I value time over money people and each person on the roster and every single person on the board of directors know that I would wipe the floor with those newbies on NEO. In the meantime I get disrespected like I am a piece of garbage the last few weeks especially like that loser Brian Daniels. Daniels has such a big ego after winning his last match that he has to make jokes and make me look like a fool? He is a horrible general manager that's why sooner or later I will be happy to take matters into my own hands with him and show him who is the real boss around here. I haven't had a match in a few weeks but in the meantime I have been training real hard and learning new moves which includes some MMA background now. I took some jiu-jitsu classes and already have a black belt. I am going to be the silent assassin around here for a very long time and will have the pleasure torturing every single person on the EAW roster including the vixens. It's time I get respect around here and show the old grandpas of the world out the door and kick them to the curb.

Before I step inside my new backyard inside the Elimination Chamber I have a little warm up match this coming week on Showdown. Everybody knows that the front office is protecting everyone in the National Elite title hunt from me because they saw what I did while I was New Breed Champion. The board of directors saw that I dominated the New Breed Division for a hundred and six days as I sat at my throne with an iron fist and ruled it until the one lucky night on the greatest stage there is known as Pain for Pride. Moongoose McQueen was the LITTLE WEASEL TO STEAL MY CROWN FROM ME! I WANTED TO GET MY HANDS ON HIM FOR SO LONG.....but I took a step back from the New Breed division because my anger will get the best of me and I am looking out for the future of this company because I do not want to be the man to take down the entire New Breed Division with me. At this point I tried to save the New Breed Division and there is no going back I am better then the New Breed Division. The New Breeds need me, I don't need them. It's time to show the world why I am the future of this company! I SHOULD BE THE PERSON MAIN EVENTING SHOWS, I SHOULD BE THE PERSON ON FREE-PER-VIEW POSTERS! I SHOULD HAVE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS AROUND MY WAIST AND THIS SATURDAY THAT QUESTS STARTS WHEN MYSELF, MARK MICHAELS AND LANCE HEART DOMINATE THE REST OF THE COMPETITION! Nobi is just not worth my time anymore, I beat him before and I will do it again on Showdown. The main man I want to talk to is Prince of Phenomenal. The man that beat me out to become number one contender for the National Elite Championship. On Showdown and inside the Elimination Chamber there is going to be No Way Out because his day of reckoning will arrive and it will be a painful day POP. Here comes the pain......

[size=15]Showdown Promo #1[/size]





[size=15](The scene opens on a warm September morning in Southern California. It's here in the city of Beverly Hills, in a Mediterranean style mansion, that we find EAW’s Self Proclaimed Social Media Champion “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, looking out over the balcony down on the city. )[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “You know something followers, for each and every one of you that cheers me, that shares and retweet my posts to social media, and line up for the chance to see me preform before your very eyes, there is a seemingly endless sea of near sighted, narrow minded haters that drone on and on with little details that are totally irrelevant. Like take for instance this one troll who commented on my victory selfie with ‘You lucky bastard, Kaise kicked your ass and had that match in the palm of his hand.  You couldn't cut it in that ring.’, well to all those who share the sentiment with loudmouth McJackass over here, let me just say that not a single word that you speak or misspell, will ever amount to jack shit!  Because at the end of the day I went out there and took everything Kaise had to offer. All his weak punches and sissy little kicks, the ones that put down all the other chumps who came his way, I took it all and STILL pinned him one, two, three right in the middle of the ring.  Plain and simple, end of story no excuses. Push come to shove I beat Kaise Boetius in a street fight!  So let this one stand forever as a testament to the endurance and will to win of Mark Michaels. Yes, despite all the heresy and speculation, despite all the Chatty Cathys going around saying that there was no way I'd ever walk out of last Saturday with my hand raised and Kaise laid out on the mat, low and behold, I walked out of the Allstate arena doing exactly that!  So in two weeks when everyone is saying there isn't a snowflake’s chance in hell of Mark Michaels walking out of the Elimination Chamber having outlasted five other competitors to have his hand raised high and the National Elite Championship belt wrapped around my immaculate waist, don't be surprised when I walk out of the Rupp Arena doing so.  Because there is not a single man in that match who can match up to me in terms of toughness, in terms of determination, in terms of in ring skills!  Not a one of these bastards can stack up when that bell rings, and if you don't believe me, than maybe this Saturday night in Indianapolis, when I single handedly carry Lance Hart and Lucas Johnson to a win, maybe you'll all start to wise up then.  [/size]



[size=15]Oh yeah that's right boys, this week if you could just resist the urge to screw up and cost me this match, I'll let the two of you coast off all of my hard work to pick up an easy W. So for your own sake, let me handle the three goofs on showdown, and you guys just… I don't know, play with a fidget spinner, or what're the hell it is you do when you're not the absolute picture of perfection. [/size]


[size=15]Now I know that James Ranger fans, well fan, are saying ‘Picture Perfect, didn't you see how James Ranger in his first match as a member of the Showdown roster pinned the hall of famer The Prince Of Phenomenal?!’  And my answer to that is yes I did, but you know who else scored a win over POP?  Me!  In my Showdown debut I stood the victor over our cure National Elite Champ. But did I get the pomp and circumstance that you got just for being called up from the minor leagues?  No. Did I get an automatic title shot just for waking thru the front door? No.  Will I work that much harder to get what's rightfully mine because it royally pisses me off that your ass was just handed my opportunity?  You better bet your ass I will!   Listen pal, you better get ready to meet the man who sets the bar for this entire company.  You're about to meet the guy who takes the flavors of the month, flashes in the pan like you, and slaps them right out of the daydream that they get sold  by management. the guy who makes guys like you, and Riddler, and countless others who just like you thought they were gonna be the next big thing in EAW, until they ran into the man who is the biggest thing that this company will ever see, and bitch slaps them back to the opening match at swap meet.  This Saturday, you're about to see why they stick the newbies down in a warehouse in Jersey, is because the minute they cross my path they wind up flat on their asses!  Jimmy boy, in this six man tag match, I am gonna do you a favor and give you a small sample of what's in store for you inside that chamber. And after I leave you laid out and staring up at the lights, I want you to really consider about stepping into that National Elite Championship match. Because the ass whipping that awaits you this week, it'll be a pleasure cruise compared to what's waiting inside that steel hell. Consider your future, you could either walk away so that you could get every penny out of your contract, or You could try and test me in that ring, where I will not only torch your ass from bell to bell, but I'll be grinning ear to ear as I send another one of you overhyped underdeveloped dicks into early retirement.  [/size]



[size=15]Speaking of retirement, at this point Nobi you should see if Lioncross will let you bunk with him at the shady acres retirement home. I mean besides a single fluke win in the flaming ropes battle royal, what have you accomplished?  It seems that every time you are inches away from getting that big win, the one that would prove to the world that your not just some fuck boy who somehow got LC to take pity on him. Now knowing you Nobi you'll probably talk about how you've learned from your losses, that or you'll just bitch about me putting my haters in their place again.  Either way it won't matter whatever you have to say. It won't matter if you talk about how you were so close to beating stark. It won't matter that you beat the piss out of the rookie you gotta team with. What will matter is that you are stepping into the ring with a man who makes the most of every single opportunity.  Oh you'd best believe it, because just like I demonstrated with Kaise Boetius, it only takes me a single solitary second to turn the entire complexion of a match on its head. I pulled victory right out of the jaws of defeat, I took the kind of punishment that would have put you down for three count, and turned it into a victory. That's what I do, I take your best shot and keep moving forward.  It's been the case with every big match I’ve ever been a part of from the Glass Gauntlet, to Hell’s Warpath one and two, to the street fight with Kaise. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I am going bring that same tenacity into the chamber.  So bring your A-game because you're gonna need it if you want to even consider hanging with the Ironman of EAW.[/size]



[size=15]And that leaves only our ‘illustrious’ National Elite Champion. You know POP I'll hand it to you. For a nostalgia act living off of former glories, you sure do manage to somehow pull the wool over the eyes of one General Manager after another.  You scored the big win against Stark, and reclaimed the National Elite Championship. And then you managed to get your ass handed to you by a guy who just walked in thru the door. I mean come on man, you should ha e figured out by now that not every opponent you face is gonna be nearly as stoned as Stark was. You have had to have realized that by now you actually have to try because not everybody is content to sit back and kiss your ass, take pity on you and let you win, especially since you have that belt hanging on your shoulder. So to simplify and break everything down to a level where you can understand, this lovely stroll down memory lane you've been taking ends next week when I beat you, and the four other knuckleheaded Douchebags. When I do i will restore respect, prestige, and most importantly Relevancy to that title. Without even a shadow of a doubt I promise to outlast, outperform, and overwhelm anyone who's fool enough to be locked inside with me when that bell rings.  But as for this week POP, soak up the last few minutes you have with my title. Keep it warm for me till I'm Declared the winner in Lexington.  But till that moment, enjoy it while it lasts, because it for much longer. It won't because you are entering the ring with a true champion. A champion of the people. A champion of competitive spirit. A champion whose unparalleled, unequaled, and unmatched skills inside a squared circle have earned him a legion of followers who have in turn made him a Twitter Trendsetter, an Instagram Icon, a hashtag hero whom the people of Indianapolis can cheer for when the colts have gotten their asses whooped once again!  A man who's popularity has made him the brightest burning star that this company will ever see. The man who combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen make him hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots! The man who has come to rescue the National Elite Championship, and in turn save Showdown from having to stick your ugly mug on the billboards.  You are about to go toe to toe with Perfection Incarnate, and like they always say, there is simply no such thing as being better than perfect, so everybody better start getting to Picturing THAT!”[/size]





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[size=15]52,000,000 users liked this. [/size]

[size=15]Voltage Promo #1[/size]




[size=15]Tuesday, 2:10 A.M., location unknown. [/size]




[size=15](The scene opens inside a small, dimly lit room. The room is empty save for three objects, the first is a small candle from which the only illumination in the room emits from. The second is dark brownish stain on the back wall which reads ‘a downward spiral, a fool’s fall. To crush him is to ascend.’[/size]


[size=15]The last objet is the vague outline of a figure standing beside the message. Slowly he turns around and draws closer to the candle, it's light bringing in to view his sinister features, and bloodshot eyes. This is the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]




[size=15]Caine: “Here we stand, pondering the immediate future that fate shall lead us to. Not the ultimate destination of the glorious reign rising up from the aftermath of the flood of fire. But the next stepping stone along this path towards a greater purpose than any of the filthy wretches comprehend.  We ponder the path as we take what we have learned of our brother Amadeus, and we go forth to conquer the next who is placed before us. For with this next to be sacrificed, we shall garner more strength onto ourself. With the next whom we break upon the altar, we shall be brought that much closer to being made whole.  [/size]

[size=15]Yes Shaker Jones, you serve a much greater purpose than all your pursuits and all your labors. You are placed here before us that your flesh would be broken and torn, that ours would be healed. You should be crushed under our feet, that we should find footing and climb towards the next challenge along our path. Yes this is the role you were long meant to serve, and truly it is better than any other you have tried to bring about of your own will.  [/size]


[size=15]Yes, we have seen you, desperately trying to bring about some better fortune for yourself. Struggling against a tide you can never overcome.  Do you deny that you were conquered by Nathan Fiora, the same whom we sent hiding away behind a crutch?  Or do you blind yourself that with every encounter you have with the great beast named Sanatorium, you are left crushed and defeated?  You were bested by Eclipse Diemos, you were dominated by our brother Apocalypse, how many more amongst our numbers must trample over you you till you realize how totally helpless you truly are?!  How many times must you fall in your face, before you accept that your place in this life is to be the one whom is prey for the strong. How long shall you fool yourself into believing you could ever attain anything more?  Shaker Jones, by week's end we shall shatter this grand fallacy that covers your eyes and blinds you to your true place in this world. We shall tear away the vale that allows you to exist in denial of your shortcomings, and your lack of talents, and your void of strength. [/size]


[size=15]Yes, we shall reveal this to you with every strike we land, with every blow we cast down upon you, with every moment we claw away at your flesh until you have been consumed by the End Of Ages!!!  Stir up whatever lies inside you Shaker Jones, find whatever reserves lie in the pit of your stomach, for when we call upon you to serve the purpose that you have been destined to, we shall not show you any kind of reprieve from the unrelenting hardships and punishment we shall inflict upon you!  Take rest while you may Shaker Jones, for after this battle has seen its end, this time you shall not find a pleasing sunrise to greet you.  You shall not see a peaceful morning to ease and erase all that you shall suffer by our hands. This time Shaker Jones, you shall forever fall, deeper and deeper into a well of woe and misery, never again shall you awaken from this never ending Nightmare!  [/size]


[size=15]Prepare yourself Shaker Jones, prepare to spend every day of your rotten life, baring the scars, the trauma, the pain that we shall lay down upon your head. Prepare to be stripped of the ability to take pleasure from this life. Prepare to wounded to the core of your being. Prepare to be nothing more than a hollow shell of flesh that shall wander this world till it is consumed by flood of fire.  Hold our words close Shaker Jones, see their truth and cling to their wisdom, for in but days you shall have no choice but to stare it in the eye and whether it be willingly or not, it shall swallow you whole. And on that day Shaker Jones, how you would save yourself a great deal of suffering if you should lay yourself Down and present yourself as a willing sacrifice. Fall upon your knees when you are in our presence, place your head upon the altar, and lay still AS WE CRUSH YOUR FUCKING SKULL!!!  Let your blood run thru the streets and wash over the unclean, allow your flesh to be torn from the bone, that it may nourish the great beast, and the monster that has been born of it.  Allow this for your own sake Shaker Jones, for it is a far better and less painful fate to meet than what should befall you if you should chose to attempt to stand against our might. Truly, LISTEN TO US, truly a fate worst than death lies ahead of you if you should test us.  [/size]

[size=15]Think we'll, and make your decision. For sooner than you would realize, the time where your fate lies in our palm, shall be at hand. Listen well, for all we have spoken shall be made so.”[/size]




[size=15](Caine quickly blows out the candle leaving the screen pitch black in darkness.)[/size]



[size=15]THE END. [/size]

I don't know why you insist on making this personal. Especially after I went out of my way to ensure that at least on my side, it wouldn't become that. I tried to be the bigger man, I tried to give you the respect that so few veterans give to rookies...

But... since you insist.

Let's get some shit straight.

I SAVED this championship. Seven years ago the Hardcore Championship was the laughing stock of EAW Getting past between extremists like a common whore. Barely an accomplishment, for some almost an insult to have it added to their list of accolades. When it was initially retired there were cheers, there was a relief. Finally EAW got rid of that "ugly, embarrassing championship".

But then EAW ran into a problem. They had too many brands, too many elitists and too few championships. So they reinstated the Hardcore Championship and put it on Voltage. A perfect match really, the red headed stepchild championship gets put on the red headed stepchild show. Tucked away on Sunday nights, hoping nobody would notice. It's inaugural champion under its reincarnation was a man who by the end of the year would be gone from the company.

0-1.

Then it went to a man who couldn't care less about it. A man who had his eyes squarely set on the EAW Championship, and anything else just wouldn't do.

0-2.

Next... John McAdams... nothing more needs to be said.

0-3.

Maero... see above.

0-4.

The fifth champion, Ahren Fournier... admittedly his run wasn't all that bad, but guess what? I don't like him. Therefore...

0-5.

Sixth was a man who I'm not entirely sure even knew he was champion.

0-6.

Then came me. 

1-6.

Now look, I know you get your jollies from pulling up things I've said in the past, but I'm gonna beat you to it this time, sorry for the blue balls... YES! I have said, on more than one occasion that if given the opportunity to swap my Hardcore Championship with the EAW Championship I'd do it in a heartbeat, and I would. Any man would. But I know now, because of that... I look no different than Drastik, both wanting bigger things but not having those bigger things. There's certainly a parallel there but here's where Drastik and I differ... I never saw this championship as a demotion, I saw it as redemption. Drastik settled for it, I went for it. Drastik didn't want to be Hardcore Champion, it just so happened that he was Hardcore Champion. I want to be, and I am.

I'm the only one who's been willing to fight and defend it. The others either couldn't be bothered to or didn't want to risk the chance of them losing and fading back into obscurity. If the Championship looks sickly and famished it's no fault of my own. I told StarrStan I wanted to defend the championship at Territorial Invasion and instead he tried to make me a pawn in his game... you became the #1 Contender on the same night I won this title, what was that? Two months ago? Two months of nothing because StarrStan is from an era where the Hardcore Championship was nothing, and he treats it still, as if it's nothing.

And that's why I attempted being nice.

I'M TRYING TO SELL THIS MATCH! IT SHOULDN'T BE MY JOB BUT IT IS, BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO DO IT!

I TRIED BUILDING YOU UP AS A LEGITIMATE CONTENDER, AN ACTUAL THREAT TO THIS CHAMPIONSHIP BECAUSE GOD KNOWS YOU CAN'T DO IT YOURSELF! YOU'RE A SELF DEPRECATING FLASH IN THE PAN WHO'S GOTTEN PEOPLE TO RALLY AROUND HIM FOR BEING "OOOOOOOOHHH SO DARK" AND "OOOOOOOOOHHH SO MYSTERIOUS". PEOPLE ARE INNATELY INTRIGUED BY THE UNKNOWN BUT ONCE IT BECOMES KNOWN, IT BECOMES NORMAL, IT'S NO LONGER SPECIAL AND THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE AT YOUR CORE. A NOTHING SPECIAL WHO'S CONNED HIS WAY INTO SOME LOVE AND ATTENTION.

AND THAT'S WHY YOU ATTACK ME. AND ATTACK ME. AND ATTACK ME. SO RUTHLESS, WITHOUT ANY KIND OF MERCY, BUT THAT'S ALL YOU KNOW HOW TO DO. YOU'VE BEATEN IT INTO EVERYBODY'S BRAINS THAT I'M NOT DESERVING OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP THAT I HOLD BUT YOU'VE YET TO PROVIDE ANY REASON AS TO WHY YOU SHOULD BE THE MAN THAT TAKES IT OFF OF ME. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T, YOU DON'T HAVE A REASON, THERE IS NONE! 

YOU'RE THE CHALLENGER, YOU PROVE YOURSELF WORTHY TO ME, THE CHAMPION! I DON'T HAVE TO PROVE A GODDAMN THING TO YOU OR ANYONE, THIS CHAMPIONSHIP THAT I STRAP AROUND MY WAIST EACH AND EVERY WEEK IS PROOF ENOUGH.

But I still tried...

I tried to do what you can't do.

I tried making Darkane look great.

Because I care.

I care about this championship. I care about how it's looked upon now, and how it's looked at in the future.

I don't like how it's been treated in the past, the fact that it couldn't get onto the main card of Pain For Pride is a disgrace.

I tried to make this match this match seem important, feel important, like the biggest match that's ever been contested for the Hardcore Championship.

I knocked myself down a few pegs, I propped my opponent up, to make it seem like we were on equal footing.

But we're not.

Because you can never be on equal footing...

...with nothing.

Keiji: Stop! I get that my client is breaking the internet wrestling community with his official signing to the world’s biggest wrestling promotion and that’s understandable. When you’ve got a superstar like Ryo Nakahara, why wouldn’t all spotlights go towards him? Because he’s unproven you say… Well, he’s going to show why the hype is real by beating the man set in front of him, Axl Willow. And I’ll tell you the straight truth, Axl’s got unlimited potential but he’s still rough around the edge while my client is in his prime. The best years of him dropping people down with Blackouts have still yet to come, he’s been molded into one of the best from the Rising Sun and it’s going to continue being like that.
 
Keiji: I’m going to tell you this, Ryo Nakahara is making headlines the right after he beats you. “Ryo Nakahara’s arrival starts with a victory” the headlines from EAW’s website, Axl. What do you think about that prediction? People looking at myself and Ryo and say that we’re underestimating Axl Willow… not really. We’re just spitting out some facts about how my client “The Knockout Artist” is gonna come busting through NEO, gun blazing and win his debut against Axl.
 
And I’ll tell you, NEO is pretty big place guys like Finnegan Wakefield, Moongoose McQueen, Brayden Wolfe, Dampshaw III and so many other wrestlers here who could probably give Nakahara the competition he needs. I mean I’ll tell you, people, promotion hopping is hard. You have to find challenges or it’s off to the next one and that’s exactly the case with Ryo Nakahara, after going through every major Japanese promotion out there and even the minor ones. Wouldn’t the idea of finally joining the “big fish pond” that is EAW, where the likes of Robbie V, Y2Impact. DEDEDE, Brian Daniels… wouldn’t the thought of having a legendary career like that? Well, you should because why else would you join EAW unless you want to be forgotten as some Indy Darling that couldn’t make it to the big leagues, it's the big money checks, the limo rides, fancy suits and etc. that you want when you sign to EAW.
 
StarrStan, Brian Daniels, and Kenny Drake better start taking notes because NEO’s got a star in Ryo Nakahara. Ryo Nakahara gonna showcase his god gifted abilities by beating down his opponent, you don't know how long he's gonna be in NEO for. I'll send you my business if you want to sign him
 

The ball is in your court now, Axl. Your move.

House of Glass Promo #1: #IWILLNOTFALL

Hurricane Hawk is shown walking backstage after his match with Scott Oasis as the cameraman finds him ripping off his wrist taping. With his hair fully down and sweat all over, Hurricane Hawk sits on top of an equipment box as he unlaces his boots, but keeps them on. Flashback finally pops up with a microphone in his hand as he looks over at Hurricane Hawk before speaking to him. Hurricane Hawk automatically stops him taking the microphone away from him.
 
Hurricane Hawk: You want a word from me don’t you?..
 
Flashback(Off-mic): Go ahead.
 
Flashback steps back out of the way as Hurricane Hawk turns back towards the camera as he has a deadly stare on his face with a serious and angered expression.
 
Hurricane Hawk: You know, this is it. Week after week.. I’ve taken nothing but a LOSS. I don’t know what to say man. I honestly have never felt like this. I mean really, you have a big match coming up at House of Glass.. a gauntlet match with some of the best and new experienced elitist and you have NO type of momentum to keep yourself up. This has never happened to me, but you know what? I’m not going to let it push me down. Sure, you all might think that I’m just going to leave. “Oh yeah, Hurricane Hawk just took two losses.. and at House of Glass he is just going to take another one and disappear like his usually self.” I’m tired of the crap. You don’t have to believe in me, but I believe in myself and I HAVE FAITH in myself. I’m not going anywhere and if you don’t believe that, then so be it.. But step after step I take do not RIDE MY WAVE.. and think I’m just going to let you in because that is not going to happen. Stay where you are.. Sit right on the train that you’re already on. Stay on that Target Smiles train or HELL stay on that Brayden Wolfe train. House of Glass.. I have ONE MISSION.. ONE GOAL: to get my opportunity on that EAW Hardcore Championship. I know everybody sees me as down. They see me as the guy that just comes back just to take everything away, but look at my LEGACY.. it’s not enough to me. I am NOT going to sit here and take loss after loss. That’s DEFINITELY not me. I’m sitting here losing my mind because I GET SO CLOSE.. but yet, so far away. House of Glass is MAKE or break for me. But who do I have to blame but me? As much as I want to say I’m starting to feel frustrated and I’m starting to feel like this might be just another step up for another one of these elitist to use me as a stepping stone, I WILL NOT LET IT HAPPEN. I’ve already taken these losses. I’ve already step back into the ring and NOW.. this is my opportunity to do this right. This is the chance for me to prove to EVERYONE in this business that I still have what it takes to do what I do best and that is STEP in that ring and BUILD my success to a point where NO ONE.. can ever see me as a joke. Target Smiles may have gotten that win against me, but I WILL NOT.. let that man take away what I need to get back up. I’ve gotten to my knees but it’s time that I got to my feet. None of these elitist know what it means to be an EAW Hardcore Champion like ME. I’ve had that championship. I’ve REIGNED that championship and I built it. I RETIRED it because no one else deserved it. No one knows what it means to be HARDCORE. I’m looking to give that championship back what it truly means. I’ve BEEN extreme. I’ve been through some of the most hardcore moments there was in this business. It might not seem like it right now, but if you want to step into the ring with one of the best elitist there’s EVER BEEN.. then go ahead, but I’m looking to cause MISERY to each and every one of you elitist that want to truly step into this Glass Gauntlet match. I’m GOING TO CAUSE HELL. I’m going to build a NIGHTMARE, just to accomplish my dream. It’s never enough for me. It’s never ENOUGH to just step into that ring and you see the light and you’re ALMOST THERE, but then you just drop it and go into the dark. House of Glass I’m going to break each and everyone of you.. let it be known that I’m the best that this match has to offer. I’ve done things that NONE of you ARE EVEN CLOSE to accomplishing.
 
Hurricane Hawk slicks his hair back and has an expression of frustration as he looks at the House of Glass match card poster on the wall as he sees himself and the rest of the competitors. Hurricane Hawk gives a smug grin and points at himself.
 
Hurricane Hawk: That is the man that’s going to walk out there Saturday night at House of Glass and grab what each and every one of these guys want.. and that is the chance. The chance to be bigger.. the chance to be better.. the chance to HOLD a championship that could make another opportunity. But for me.. this is more than just a match.. this is more than just a proving ground.. this is where I STEP UP. I’ve felt the rust. I’ve felt the mistakes, but I’ve LEARNED.. and I know it’s been quick, but there is no WAY that I can just let this go. I CANNOT let this get away from me. It has been far too long just to do this again. I know.. I’ve faced disappearance after disappearance.. failed return after failed return, but you SEE ME HERE.. giving my all. I know for a fact that I am not giving up on myself, and that is all I need. I need myself, I need confidence in myself. As much as that sounds selfish, I need to be one with myself before I feel the Hawk Nation building inside of me. Ryan Savage can try and step to me and Khamsin too, but they know just exactly what I have in me. Each and everyone of these guys are going to know what ran through them after I’m the last one standing. I have been DOWN.. but I will never be down that low again to step out of this business. I know how to keep my composure now. I know how to build off of the defeat. I have NO momentum going into House of Glass but that keeps me as the underdog because NO ONE will expect me to win. They just think that Ahen Fournier or Target Smiles will slide out with the victory, but I’m going to pull EVERYTHING OUT OF MY POWER.. to be the best I can be to take that victory and then step to Darkane or Scott Diamond and grab the EAW Hardcore Championship. When I go out there in that ring.. I put my heart into everything. Honestly, I know that the only belief I have is the negative. They don’t see the potential that I had before because of the mistakes that I have made in the past. But that is ALL GONE. House of Glass, I CANNOT WAIT until I STEP INTO THAT RING.. and show that I STILL AM THE BEST. I’ve faced defeat and I’ve grabbed him by the throat and choked him, and I do NOT mind doing it again. What I need is.. victory. This SUCCESS that I am going to face because I’m going to keep climbing this mountain. Sure.. I’ve fell a few steps behind because of taken these losses to Scott Oasis and Target Smiles, but I can taste the opportunity so close.. It’s like it’s right there above my head.. and I do NOT just want to reach for it, I WANT TO GRAB IT. I am going to own it. I’m still me. Regardless of all of the things that I’ve let fall out of my range, I know that I can do this. So House of Glass, we’re going to really see who’s fragile.. we’re going to see the guys who will fall short and break.. but me?
 
I WILL NOT FALL…
 

Hurricane Hawk drops the microphone on the floor in front of Flashback before rushing past him hitting his shoulder on Flashback’s shoulder as Hurricane Hawk opens his locker room door and slamming it behind him.

 
I’m not meant for this shot, right? I don’t have the required “It” factor to be in the main event slots for Supershows or Empire episodes, and I don’t mind that at all. I don’t mind that I’m considered levels below Aria Jaxon in this situation and frankly I don’t care that Aria Jaxon is the Women’s Champion, I just want the title that’s around her waist, it’s all that matters at the end of the day.”I’m not destined for greatness” is the phrase they’ll say but here I am, writing my own future, my own destiny. Killing the one they set in stone for me. This is what my shot in this math is about; people say I have a million-in-one chance of winning? Well then challenge accepted, I’m willing to get into this match and with slim to none chance to win then I’ll gladly take those odds thrown at me. Let me be the biggest underdog right now, I want that more than anything.
 
I want people to constantly tell me that I don’t deserve it and I’ll fail because where’s the challenge of not being able to prove someone wrong on my way to the top? Isn’t that right, Aria? You were pretty much in my shoes about two years ago, was it? Your first major title shot and all you have are people saying that you weren't going to win minus the few supporters. The difference is that you were untested rookie who just came off winning the first EOE… meanwhile how long has it been for me? Almost two years? 632 Days, that’s how long it’s taken me to be in this position. To finally have a shot against the top title of Empire/Women’s Division/Vixens Division and whatever else it’s been called. That seems like way too long for someone like me.
 
People will say this right at me that some Jap isn’t going to be big now, they rather have Aria face Savannah or Astrea or whoever else out there because they’re fan favorites? Or is it because of they now in the end whether love me or hate me they have to believe that I am the Ace of Empire. I know when I call myself that it's eating you alive. It eats you alive when someone that hasn’t had a single championship around her waist in EAW calls herself the Ace of Empire but yet I still do why? Because you have what it takes to be the Ace, it’s a whole different ballgame than being called the Face because you’re representing the company from a marketing point of you, all the ads, the sponsors and etc.
 
Meanwhile, I represent this company from a point of a wrestler, that’s what it takes to be the Ace in wrestling. That’s all I wanted to be as a kid, a wrestler and all the glory that comes with one. What a selfish and greedy kid, right? But it didn’t stop me from becoming who I am right now, I accept the parts of Ego and greed on my way to becoming your challenger. I know you’re not one to make excuses about who you face and neither am I.
 
I’m not complaining about not having a vote of confidence from your best friend, it’s going to be a great thing to have her not think that I can win. It really is great because then when her chosen champion is losing her belt to me then I’ll be in her face and not giving a crap while raising what will become MY EAW Women’s Championship. When you don’t have a title to call your own, Aria… it drives you to have one, it makes me on the edge right now. Failure in the EOE tournament did force me to cash in my briefcase, it did force me to take a giant gamble and challenge for your title and I’ll probably out of the title scene once again if I don’t win but I don’t care.
 
When you’re driven as much as I am, risks seem like just another choice like the rest and that’s probably what this match will be. Me taking the risks for the entire match because I need to, there’s no confidence from anyone in this company that I have a chance at winning and you know what I don’t mind that.
 
Aria your plan to hold on to your title and defend it as a fighting champion well my plan is to use your title as my ticket to the top. The things that have eluded me for so long will finally be mine and that will be your Women’s Title and all the spotlights in EAW shining down on me.
 
If you don’t like the idea of me beating you, Aria or anything in general… I’ll just need you to simply.
 

(The scene opens on a camera phone following Stephanie Matsuda into a local Target. She’s dressed in a gray tank and black tights. She’s wearing a pair of Gucci shades and running shoes. As “I Feel It Coming” by The Weeknd is heard through the PA, she grabs a basket and continues walking; it looks like she’s unaware that someone is filing her.)

Stephanie: What should we get for the house?

Monica Vaughan’s Voice: I’m not sure babe. Maybe some soy milk and some things for the bathroom.

(The camera continues to follow Steph as they make their way towards the dairy section)

Stephanie: Did you get the rest of your things from her place?

Monica: Yeah, her not being there makes it a little easier. You know, with her being in the hospital and all.

(Steph almost snorts and grabs a carton of soy milk)

Stephanie: You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you like, sweets.

Monica: Thanks, babe, but I’d like my place for the time being. I rushed into my last relationship and look at what happened.

(There is a moment of silence as Stephanie leaves the dairy aisle to the hygiene section)

Monica: How’s that Italian model ex of yours?

Stephanie: We’re okay actually. After my video with Cailin, she didn’t think too kindly of telling Cai that I loved her, but she understood. He had an honest conversation, and she went her way.

Monica: That was around the time she and I got into that argument. You know Cailin was luring you into a trap right? She was using your feelings against you.

Stephanie: (sighs) I know. I was surprised by your text just before our match started.

Monica: I had to warn you, babe. I don’t like it when people play around with matters of the heart.

Stephanie: (smiles) And here we are- Hey! Are you filming this!?

(Monica giggles, forcing the camera to shake back and forth)

Monica: Sorry babe! But duty calls!

Stephanie: Wait, what do you mean by duty? Are you conducting an interview!?

(Stephanie turns around and throws up her hands)

Stephanie: Aye Dios Mio! 

Monica: Hey! That’s my line! Anyways, you’re my assignment for today. So I figured why not do this spontaneous in a public setting. It’ll make you more relatable. You want to build the Matsuda brand, right?

(Stephanie sighs and a random fan comes up to her, asking for an autograph. Stephanie smiles and obliges)

Stephanie: Alright Mon, shoot.

Monica: Thursday night you fought one of your toughest battles yet with Alexis Diemos, in which you, unfortunately, came up short  How do you feel about not being able to advance to the finals as you promised?

(Stephanie pauses for a moment and continues walking)

Stephanie: It sucks, you know? When you go through several weeks of fighting the best women’s wrestling has to offer it wears down on you. I went from beating Sher, to using everything I had to take out Cailin for good. Then, my next opponent was a woman who pushes me to the very limit. If I did win the other day, I don’t know how much I would have in the tank if I met Madison in the ring. But alas, Alexis is back to normal - somewhat - so in a way I did do what I promised. I saved my sister’s soul or at least delayed the worst to come.

Monica: With EOE’s door of opportunity closing on you, another one opens. At Manifest Destiny, you face off against Savannah Sunshine, Astrea Jordan, and a mysterious competitor at what could a shot at the Openweight title. What’s going through your mind at the moment?

Stephanie: It’s odd because my career was always like this. I’d lose big, and something else would be right around the corner. It’s opportunities like this that fuels my drive for success. Nobody’s an overnight sensation, but for three weeks the EOE was in Cloud Country. Some people say my relationship with Alexis complicates things, which I’ll never be able to get a victory over her. Well, she’s not going anywhere and quite frankly neither am I. We’ll have to see what the future holds. 

(Stephanie gets some body wash and shampoo)

Stephanie: Despite the roadblock, I feel I’m the best I’ve been in quite a while. My mind is clear of all doubt, and my heart knows what it wants. I thought of the crown as a way to influence Empire to go in a positive direction, but I think my actions have already done the job. Two infectious cancers have been eradicated by my hands. Because of this, we get to see our most pure-hearted competitors rise above the competition. I will be fighting two of these women next week. Savannah Sunshine and Astrea Jordan are the future of Empire. With that said, they will have plenty of chances to succeed in EAW. Next week won’t be one of those times. You’re talking about a War Queen who’s been battle hardened by the best our division has to offer versus two women who is starting to find their footing. Astrea has talked about her experience, and we’re close to some years we spent in the industry. But, I spent more time in the Land of Elite. I know what’s expected of women of our caliber. Manami-sensei lost because she’s still learning about this place. You can never underestimate someone who’s been chosen because of their physical prowess. Astrea Jordan is a physical beast! Have you checked out the NEO Combine? She was breaking all kinds of records! I do not doubt that she’ll be a future champion. Some would go as far to say she’ll become the next Aria Jaxon.

(Stephanie stops and laughs)

Stephanie: The next Aria Jaxon!? The CURRENT Aria Jaxon isn’t even THAT Aria Jaxon! She’s still establishing a legacy, and when it’s all over, she’ll be the best. My career will be next to hers though because I don’t intend on staying behind for long. That said, Astrea has the potential, but she’s not there yet. The difference between my sensei and I sweets is that I’m in my prime! You can’t fake life experience on someone’s face, sweets. I’ve seen more and done more than her, and I’m only 28. I’m going to be in this business for a long time, and I intend on squeezing every ounce of time I have until my body gives out or my heart isn’t just in it anymore. She’s a good kid, but you can smell the arrogance exuding from her pores! “Goddess of Justice”? Does she even know what the meaning of justice is? Has she established a stability and peace within Empire? She’s been here for several months. If anything I’ve been keeping the peace around here. Noticed how things have been calm as of late? If anything sweets, I AM the Goddess of Justice. In fact, that nickname belongs to me now until you’ve earned it. 

Monica: So in addition to being the War Queen, you’re now the Goddess of Justice?

Stephanie: Yes. But, what I want to do is be the Candyland World Champion! Hey, Lil Ms. Sunshine! Where’s that custom title at breh? If I were a promoter at one of those kayfabe promotions, I would push the hell out of Savannah! She’s got that adorable girl next door vibe! She’s that big sister who would take the blame for you! She’s the friend who always brightens your day! What is there not to love about this bucket of adorable!? There’s so much to love...and not take seriously. Don’t get me wrong; Savannah’s one hell of a talent. But when it comes to the moments that matter, the upper echelon, to represent entire division, you have ways to go. You surprised everyone by getting as far as you did in the Empress of Elite tournament. In fact, we both did. You have a light that is rare and should be cared for with caution. It’s innocence such as yours that is the easiest to corrupt. A few more disappointing losses and who knows what will push you over the edge. I say this now because, at Manifest Destiny, you will lose to me Savannah. Both you and Astrea will put on quite the show, but alas you’re in Cloud Country and in Cloud Country, the War Queen and newly crowned Goddess of Justice reigns. 

Monica: Would you say that you killed their dreams with Blasian Efficiency?

Stephanie: (nods) That’s a good one sweets, I like that- hey! You’re the interviewer! You’re supposed to stay objective or whatever!

Monica: What? Can't I have my moment of supporting my girlfriend?

Stephanie: (gasp) Did she just use the G-word? In public?

Monica: Yes, I did. We’re a bit unorthodox, but we get by as an item. So, this mysterious fourth competitor. Do you have any words for them.

Stephanie: I don’t care who they are. They can be Sophia, Cam, Claudia, The Hamburglar, Flo from Progressive, I-D-G-A-F! All I know is I’ve been on a roll. These women are not personally connected to me in any way. They can’t distract me from getting back on the horse and choosing another path to meet my best friend in that ring. I will chase that opportunity for as long as I need to. In fact, I will NEVER retire until I met MY friend in THAT ring for THAT world championship! We have to have that moment at least once in our lives Monica. Two women of color exuding that Black Girl Magic with a dash of soy sauce. That’s what the EAW universe wants! And if I get to beat Ryan Marx’s ass and win another title along the way, then so be it. In fact, I still have three options left. I can become Openweight Champion and lay waste to the entire roster. I could wait till the spring and win the Empire Cup. Or, I could do things the old-fashioned way and fight until I get to where I need to be.

Monica: There’s the possibility of a chamber.

Stephanie: That too, four things in total. One path has ended, but I have four more roads to choose from to get to Aria Jaxon and her Women’s World title. I can’t slow down for a minute ladies and whoever the hell else is supposed to be involved. I’ll give you one-way tickets to Cloud City and keep it moving. 

Monica: One could bring up your recent and second straight loss to Alexis Diemos and say that you can’t get the job done.

(Stephanie stops again, but doesn’t turn around)

Monica: This isn’t from me, but from what I’ve read on the forums. You beat Sher and Cailin, yes, but it’s been awhile since you fought Madison Kaline, you couldn’t get a win over Azumi Goto last time you was in the ring, and April Song still eludes you. What do you say to that Steph?

(Stephanie goes silent for a moment and then laughs)

Stephanie: It’s still early in the season. By the end of it, everyone will know and understand how much of a mother-freaking boss I am.

(Stephanie’s eyes slowly turn from jovial to serious. She continues to walk down the aisle as the camera turns off)

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Ring Name: Chelsea Crowe
Nickname(s): 'The Black Heart' | 'The Corporate Cunt'
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs
Age: 23
Billed From: Auckland, New Zealand

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Picture Base: Dahlia Black [X]
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In-Ring Attire: Example images: [X] [X] – Same as picbase as seen in these images: mostly black, with the only hint of colour coming from her blue and white boots, and the only significant difference being the number of rips in her tights or fishnets.

Entrance Attire: She will usually wear a modified sleeveless shirt, which is either a piece of her own merchandise or her opponent's. Though this isn't to show friendly support or sportsmanship, only to play mind games and disrespect her opponent further.

Segment Attire: Example images: [X] [X] -  If wrestling some time after the segment, she'll be seen wearing pretty much what is in the first pic: her ring gear with the addition of skinny jeans and a sleeveless top. If not set to wrestle any time soon, she'll usually be wearing something the same as or similar to the other image: a lot of dark colours, and something that shows a bit of formality and authority as opposed to completely casual clothing.

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Theme Song: 'Born to Die' by Sidewalks and Skeletons ♫

Detailed Entrance Description: The lights go down as the sound of 'Born to Die' by Sidewalks and Skeletons fills the arena. Just as the beat drops, Chelsea Crowe steps out onto the stage, suppressing her laughter at the negative crowd reaction. She saunters down to the ring, taking her sweet time, pausing every so often to mock or blow a poisonous kiss at a select few 'fans'. She continues to just as slowly make her way into the ring, climbing onto the apron and just waiting there for a moment, laughing at the frustrated fans. After stepping between the ropes with as much languidness as she can afford, her face drops into a more severe expression, and she comes to a halt in the centre of the ring. If her opponent is in the ring, they'll feel the full brunt of the disgusted look across Chelsea's face, and if they are yet to arrive, her malice travels up to the stage, as if warning them. Going to lean in her corner, Chelsea rests against the ropes as her music fades out.

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Disposition: The cockiest, most arrogant, self-assured heel she can be

Motivations: Money and fame, as simple as that. She's not here for a legacy, to live out her passion, or to inspire fans. She wants a long-lasting retirement fund and enough money to buy what she wants, when she wants – or at the very least, sycophants who will buy what she wants for her.

Tendency to Cheat: If needed

Gimmick: Chelsea Crowe is a woman who knows what she is doing. Behind the exterior of 'Hot Topic-brand edginess' lies a calculating mind, one that knows how to play the world like a violin. She knows what works: sex sells, marketable punk rock that you can suck on without fear of it cutting up your mouth sells. And so this is what she presents to the world, luring them in only to snap back at them with razor sharp wit and suffocating amounts of sarcasm. If you find yourself in her path, she will cut you up with her words before dicing you with her in-ring technique, with absolutely no remorse.

If you wanted someone who will cry about living her childhood dream – or someone who even had a dream of becoming a wrestler – then look elsewhere, because Chelsea is not your girl. She came into this business through someone else, and after being told she had a talent, she's going to milk it for all it's worth. Disrespectful, deceptive, and despicable, she has no time for your games, your catchphrases, or your oh-so-pointless nicknames. Quit with the passion and legacy BS and show her who she has to beat to get a higher paycheck. She's just here to prove she's the most profitable woman around, and to do that, you don't need a pet name for your fans or a new title to call yourself by – you just need a USP. And hers? Not giving a single fuck.

Wrestling Style: Chelsea is all about slowing the match down to her own pace. If she doesn't need to exert herself, then she won't, and she will always be looking to use sleeper holds and submission moves in order to wear an opponent down and preserve her own energy. Her strikes are fierce and her finishers and signature moves are made more impactful by her stamina-conserving strategy early in the match. And though she can move fast and shows incredible agility at times, she keeps the pace as slow as she can, just to break her opponent under the pressure when she decides to shift into top gear suddenly. But what makes her the most dangerous is the cold, calculating demeanour behind it all – everything she does in the ring has a purpose, from the seemingly throwaway small package to swing momentum back into her favour, to the abrupt change in pace from a brutal series of fast strikes to a slow and methodical sleeper hold. Chelsea isn't here to be overly-flashy all the time, because at the end of the day, she's here to make money. And suffering from a broken neck because you got too ambitious doesn't cash checks.

Speciality Match/Favourite Match Type: Anything involving rules that she can bend or people she can leave to do all the work: tag matches, battle royals, normal singles matches, or any multi-person matches are her favourites.

Least Favourite Match Type: Matches that involve a lot more exertion than most normal ones: ladder matches, cage matches, and anything that doesn't involve a straightforward pin/submission/KO win condition.

Weapon of Choice: Chelsea is an intelligent fighter, and is known to make weapons out of whatever she can find lying around at ringside: wrenches that the ring crew leave hidden under the ring, the multitude of wires from the commentary table to choke an opponent, or possibly the ring bell if need be. She's even been known to take items from the crowd – a loose necklace or chain, a heavy bracelet, and even mobile phones and cameras – and use those to either choke or knock out an opponent before carelessly throwing the stolen weapon away.

Recently though, she has found a weapon she gravitates towards. Used to add insult to injury, Chelsea will take dollar bills and staple them to her opponents using a staple gun. Obviously this isn't very practical in normal matches, but if she's in a no DQ or other hardcore situation, she'll be looking to make a charity case out of her opponent.

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Common Moves:
- Rib stomp
- Kicks and stomps to the face/head on a grounded opponent
- Sleeper hold (sometimes luring the opponent in by playing possum)
- Grounded headlock/wristlock/waistlock (all done to slow down the pace of the match, strategise, and gain heat from the crowd)
- Kneeling hangman's neckbreaker and DDT combination
- Corner knee strikes and stomps to the back
- Basement knee strikes and grapevine sleeper hold
- Rope-assisted bodyscissors jaw clutch
- Forearm strikes
- Rope-assisted neckbreaker
- Bridging northern lights suplex
- Northern lights suplex and double foot stomp combination
- Knee drop variations (running, standing, diving, handstand, etc.)
- Spear
- Reverse DDT
- Leg lariat variations (running, rebound, corner, basement, springboard, short-arm, rolling, etc.)
- Cobra clutch backbreaker
- Multiple kick variations (switchblade, axe, soccer, bicycle, etc.)
- Rolling arm snap
- Corner step-up foot choke (with gratuitous taunting)
- Shining wizard
- Kneeling facebuster and arm twist side kick combination
- Basement running mushroom stomp on head

Signature Moves:
- Bankbreaker (Gory lock facebuster – [PREVIEW])

- The Little Death (Roundhouse-feigned superkick, sometimes followed by a roundhouse kick – [PREVIEW])

- Tornado small package – used to get a sudden pinfall over a stunned opponent or to gain the upper hand if losing – [PREVIEW]

- The Haka (Double knees in the corner followed by a cannonball)

- Ka Mate (Leg drop DDT – [PREVIEW])

Finishing Moves:
- Chelsea Smile (Knee drop facebuster – [PREVIEW])

- The Crow's Nest (Headscissors kimura lock – used as her submission finisher – [PREVIEW])

- Punt kick (if in a no DQ setting, she will often do a steel chair-positioned variation)

- The Dreamkiller (Double footstomp moonsault/moonstomp – this is her rarer finisher, which will practically always guarantee a win when used – [PREVIEW])

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Taunts and Mannerisms: At the beginning of a match, she will often lean against the ropes in her corner, staring her opponent down with an unwavering malicious glare. This can lead to her dragging out the match, stopping a fast-paced opening to the bout, and psyching out or evaluating her opponent.

If she has her opponent in a submission hold, she will spew trash talk their way, sometimes even shouting it in their ear as she attempts to wear them down both physically and mentally.

She will often use the ropes to her advantage: not breaking a hold because of a ropebreak until down to the absolute last second of the ref's five count, using the ropes to trap her opponents in illegal submission holds, and sticking close to them if possible when situations become bad for her.

Very little respect for the referee and other officials will be shown in a match. Chelsea isn't afraid to argue with them over a count, she can get in their faces and may even dare them to DQ her, and when the match is over she usually refuses an official's help or the referee's attempt to raise her arm in victory. Her dislike for authority figures does not entirely extend outside of the ring, as there she will be more manipulative and scheming, but inside the ring, she can't hide her dislike for whichever unfortunate official is refereeing her match.

If she wins, she'll usually stuff dollar bills into her opponent's mouth as a sign of disrespect, telling them to “keep the change” on her way out of the ring. She sometimes even takes dollars from Braxton and stuffs them into the opponent's mouth mid-match, just before hitting the Chelsea Smile

EAW Record: 13 W - 3 L - 1 NC

EAW Match History:
-Debuted at Empire: Manifest Destiny by attacking Kimi Hendrix
-Empire 10/05/2017 - went to a no contest with Stephanie Matsuda after Kimi Hendrix interfered and attacked Chelsea (no official winner announced)
-Empire 10/12/2017 - teamed with Megan Raine and defeated Sydney St. Clair and Kimi Hendrix
-Empire 10/19/2017 - defeated Kimi Hendrix in a no holds barred match
-Empire 11/9/2017 - defeated Aria Jaxon via referee stoppage
-Empire 11/16/2017 - defeated Sheridan Muller
-Empire 11/24/2017 - Stephanie Matsuda defeated Chelsea Crowe
-Empire 12/1/2017 - defeated nine others in a battle royal to become #1 contender for the EAW Specialists Championship
-Empire: Bloodletter (12/9/2017) - Consuela Rose Ava defeated Mallory Wilde, April Song, and Chelsea Crowe to retain the Specialists Championship
-Empire 12/14/2017 - teamed with April Song and defeated Sydney St. Clair and Andrea Valentine
-Empire 12/21/2017 - defeated Mallory Wilde
-Empire 1/11/2018 - defeated Sydney St. Clair
-Empire 1/18/2018 - teamed with April Song and defeated Daisy Thrash and Mallory Wilde
-Empire 2/8/2018 - teamed with Jael Arcana-Rosario and defeated Andrea Valentine and Nicole Fyre
-Empire: Iconic Cup (3/1/2018) - Aria Jaxon defeated Chelsea Crowe in a Brooklyn Street Fight to retain the EAW Women's World Championship
-Empire 3/15/2018 - defeated Consuela Rose Ava
-Empire 3/22/2018 - teamed with Jael Arcana-Rosario and defeated Sakuya Goto and Andrea Valentine
-Grand Rampage (3/31/2018) - won the 20-woman Specialist Rampage to become the new EAW Specialists Champion

Achievements:
EAW Specialists Champion
Specialist Rampage winner (2018)
Most Valuable Elitist:
- Beef of the Week (vs Aria Jaxon [#117])



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Ring Name: Braxton DeVil
Nickname(s): 'The Daredevil Dreamer'
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 198 lbs
Age: 24
Billed From: Auckland, New Zealand

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Picture Base: TK Cooper [X] [X]

Attire: Same as picbase when outside of the ring. A variety of dungarees, up to but not limited to: simple beige/brown, white, or black; ones emblazoned with Chelsea merch designs; ones decorated with money-based emoji patterns, and cactus ones. The cactus ones are a favourite (because he's a prick, get it?), but regardless of the dungarees, he'll always be supporting Chelsea by wearing some kind of merch of hers, usually a vest or t-shirt underneath his dungarees.

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Disposition: Punching women isn't something a face would do, now is it?

Motivations: He wants Chelsea to love him the way he does. Ever since she left him, he's wanted to rekindle their relationship, and so everything he does is for her. He wants her to succeed, and believes that by contributing to her success, she'll return his affection.

Tendency to Cheat for Client: Almost always – he'll do anything for Chelsea, after all

Gimmick: Braxton DeVil was a stepping stone for Chelsea. She preyed on his optimism to get far in the business over in New Zealand, she stabbed him in the back by going to an EAW tryout and telling him not to, and she trod all over him like a doormat when they were together. But he'd do it all again if it meant their break-up didn't happen. Ever since Chelsea left both him and Auckland for the US, Braxton has struggled to continue with his life. He's drowned his sorrows in copious amounts of indie bookings, rung up a hefty phone bill trying to contact Chelsea again, and done everything he can to the photos he has left of her except get rid of them. If he was more literate, he'd write sad poetry about how the day she left Auckland was the day his soul left his body, or something like that.

But that all changed when he saw her on Empire. It was then that he scrounged up every penny he had, took any bookings he could find, and packed up his life to go to the US and join the one-sided love of his life. Most would call him obsessed, but Braxton believes himself to be one of the last hopeless romantics of the world, and nothing is going to get between him and Chelsea. Not even Chelsea rebuffing his advances will get rid of him. Though he knows he has to prove himself to her. He can't just be that obscure indie wrestler she left behind. As Chelsea's manager, and the only full-time male member of Empire, he will prove his love to Chelsea in any way he can – starting by knocking out any woman who tries to keep his queen from her crown.

Because deep down in his heart, he knows that one day – one fateful day – Chelsea will stop ignoring him.

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Taunts and Mannerisms: Braxton is usually ignored by Chelsea unless she needs him to distract an official or opponent, but this doesn't stop him from obnoxiously cheering her on, arguing with those who boo her in the crowd, and trying to talk and 'strategise' with her whenever there's a break in the action.

Whilst at ringside and during Chelsea's entrance, Braxton will do a 'make it rain' taunt at the crowd and/or the opponent(s) if they're already in the ring. When Chelsea wins, he does the same taunt to the fallen opponent as well as the crowd on his way up the ramp.

If the opponent is stunned on the ropes, on the outside, or if the referee is distracted, Braxton will strike them with the 'Moneyshot' – a haymaker, with an added kick provided by the roll of quarters held in his closed fist.

(Excellent idea here, i miss the days of special intros from Capcom v. SNK or the SF Alpha series)

Vs. Everyone:

Opener:
Time to shine, you ready?

Ender: (If I Win)
Maybe next time you'll show me up!

Vs. Rival

Opener:
#1 .....heh, shall we dance?
#2  Got an itch for another beating?

Ender:
#1 Too bad for you. 'Til next time.
#2 ....consider yourself blessed.

Vs. (Red-Hot Feud) Rival
#1 .....don't break on me.
#2 I almost feel like we're related
#3  "......" *just nods*

No Enders lol



v. Anthony Leonhart

Opening: *mimics sword salute* ready when you are.

Ending: Looking forward to the next battle.


v. El Landerson 

Opening: *sigh* Do you give up?

Ending: I got you covered this month.


v. Ryan Wilson

Opening: I'm going to make this entertaining, i expect no less from you.

Ending: Couldn't keep up huh? Misfortune loves you.


v. Trickster Azarel 

Opening: ......i got a tune you can dance to dark clown.

Ending:  That should stop you for awhile. Good Riddance. 


v. Brendan Wolfe (Someday lol)

Opening: *cracks knuckles* *sinister smirk* *ready stance*

Ending: Delicious.


v. POP


Opening: *tosses Burger King crown at POP's feet and smirks* you dropped something your highness.

Ending: Don't worry, i will be fighting ruler

v. Target Smiles


Opening: *cracks knuckles* Time to clip that smile of yours..."friend"

Ending: *smirk* Hope you're happy with that loss.

*i will add more with each passing opponent

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[size=15]Tuesday, 2:14 A.M., location unknown. [/size]





[size=15](The scene opens on the night sky. Dark cloud pass over the moon, and all is quiet except for the hollowing of the wind. The scene transitions to the exterior of a building long abandoned. It's here on one of the building’s brick walls, darkened by the dirt and filth left collect for years, that we find a stain dripping a  darker shade of pitch which reads ‘The enemies of my enemy are my friends?”[/size]


[size=15]The camera pulls back as the faint sounds of footsteps grow louder. From the right side of the frame, enters a figure dimly lit by the moon’s pale light.  Despite the darkness that seeming wraps itself around his, his bloodshot and sinister looking eyes pierce thru clear as crystal.  Without a doubt this is the man whose ruthless brand of madness sends shivers running up and down the spine of most any EAW Elitist. This is the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine:  “With a great opportunity to capture the eyes of the world, that they may hear all we speak, looming over the horizon.  With the chance to gain the ear of the masses, and send them cowering in fear for all we have long foretold of has begun to come about upon this earth. With the gold we had so desired just within our grasp. Here now we stand looking towards a future clouded by all that surrounds ourself.  The potentials, the probables, the storm that arises from this sea of questions. All of it weighs upon our mind.  Not wether the Gold that Our brother Amadeus holds at this moment, staying in the hands of this monster that we have built up, we doubt not that amongst our brothers, gold and glories shall always remain. No, what we wonder is what should become of this Nightmare should it pass from one hand to the next?  Would the seeds of envy that Kenny Drake has tried to sow, take root within any of our brethren?  Would we squabble as children over this matter?   We should hope not, for the only thing that would keep us from tearing down the hierarchy of voltage, is if we were to begin tearing down each other.  For we would so easily dispatch with Anthony Leonhart Hart. Why we crushed that fool with but the barest of efforts but just a few weeks ago. [/size]


[size=15]Yes, we slaughtered him, and left him laid low upon the altar. And we give thanks to the head of the great beast known as Sanitorium that he left enough for ourself, and our brothers to each have his fill of flesh to tear from him. When we last encountered Anthony Leonhart His sacrifice was a small but necessary one, for with it we grew stronger, from it we proved that no matter who devoted to a skill you might be, no matter how long you have studied for. When you are the next to be made a victim, nothing can prevent it. When your fate has been chosen, and you are placed before us, nothing shall keep us from rending flesh, and shattering bone. Nothing could stand between us inflicting every horrid desire upon you and leaving you a broken shell which wanders the earth for eternity.  This is your fate Anthony, this is the one we shall be more than glad to give onto you. And when we once again sacrifice you in honor to ourself, and to the Never ending Nightmare, oh how a great many shall turn their eyes from you, to us.  We shall dispatch of you, and should you try to continue being a thorn in our side,  we shall forever silence the roaring lion, we shall skin him alive and wipe our feet upon his mane.  we shall make an example of you, just as we shall Harvey York. [/size]



[size=15]Harvey York, he who would be pestilence and plague to us. He who would try with all the might within him to see those whom belong to our brotherhood, slaughtered by his own hand. Hiw you so claim to be the darkness that would destroy us.  How nothing would give you greater pleasure than in one foul swoop, steal away the gold that belongs to our brother, and vanquish three of the greatest terrors to ever roam EAW. But this fantasy, this delusion you have fooled yourself with, it shall never come to pass.  It shall never come to pass because for all you talents, and all your mercilessness, you simply cannot compare to any of the three of us. Your might is but that of a fly’s compared to ours. You speed shall never be enough to evade us. And though you claim yourself to be a devil, a king of hell and darkness, we know that you merely dress in the dark. Ourself and our brethren, we were spawned from the darkness. By it and thru it we were made into the force that stands before you today. So with this knowledge, spoken plainly that you might comprehend, what should you do to strike us down?  With what power could you land a blow to bring about our End?!  Do you not realize that whatever you claim to be, whatever strength that dwells within your body, is belongs to us Harvey York!!!  It is ours to command and ours to wield! You merely borrow it, and we allow you to do so that we may watch in amusement when failure comes crashing down upon your head!   How long shall you keep on with this fool’s errand?  How long shall you endure in this fruitless and empty quest?  How many times must we slay the same rodent?  When shall you learn that you cannot wound us, you cannot harm us, and you shall certainly never stand victorious over us.  And forever shall you be trampled under our feet, till the End Of Ages![/size]



[size=15]Yes, the future so clearly leads to the down fall of both you heathen scum. Forever has fate bonded you to this inevitably of defeat.  It still the question lingers like the densest fog over the sea.  What should become of our brotherhood after this battle has been waged?  Will the this nightmare stand forever?  Or shall it erode away from the inside?  [/size]


[size=15]Would it be as Jon McAdams, the newest to our order, has suggested?  Should this be a moment where one, or all, shed away the weakness that keeps them from ascending to greater glories, the likes of which cannot be described in words?  Should it be the moment an awakening happens in the individual, and the order as a whole?  What is undeniable is that once again we shall stand face to Face, and wage another battle in an endless war. Though we are now of the same brotherhood Jon McAdams, we still must test you. Test you in your skills, test you in all we have taught you, test you in your commitment.  We are the stone that shall either sharpen you as an axe, that brings down a might forest. Or the one that you shatter against and lay broken for the world to gaze upon. Yes you have learned much, but there is still[/size]
[size=15]Much we have to show you. There is still more that you mind has yet to fathom.  And upon our altar much shall be revealed, both of this earth and of yourself.[/size]

[size=15]You asked for the terror that has torn into you Time and again. The one whom you dreaded to ever stand against. To you, by your own request, you shall see that which you ran from staring you dead in the eyes. Let us see how far you have come, let us test your metal. For more that gold, more than trinkets that the world seeks for their own vanity, we wish to see wether or not you have truly remade yourself, if you have freed your mind from all that made you one of the worst wretched we had ever laid eyes upon. Come and show us how you have grown and evolved. Show us the lessons you have learned in the short time you have been counted amongst us.  Strike us down, if you could.  Do so, for the only one whom may disappoint you by week’s end, is yourself.  [/size]



[size=15]And of our Brother Amadeus.  We have listened to the words you have spoken. We know that there is a wisdom within them, and your words are not just the empty ramblings that so many of these heathens would be quick to Let pass from their mouths.  We have heard you speak of how you look to prove yourself, and display to the world why you are the one to possess the gold that you hold. We have heard you wanting to be tested by ourself, as the precious metals are tested and purified by fire. We have heard how you have seen that the battles we have had with Maero, how they did not fracture our family.  How Maero and ourself found a new and better respect between the two of us, and so should it be between ourself and you Amadeus. We hear all this, and we hope that in the end your actions shall follow all you have spoken. We hope you would stand by our side, the same as we have stood by yours. Do not think we have not noticed every flinch you take when we look upon that belt you carry. Do not think that we do not sense the tension that dwells within you. We see how greed, and fear make you cling tighter to that which you possess. We see how you dread the thought of losing it, especially to one as ourself.  You are right Amadeus, this has been a long time coming, for while we remain brothers united, we have not forgotten how you thought us a weak link.  We have yet to settle that matter, and for far too long it has lingered over all that we have made together.  At week's end we shall see wether you wished to bring about this nightmare by our side for the sake of a greater vision, or if you did so that you would not have to worry of drawing our wrath. Did you wish us by your side to topple that which stands and remake it as we saw fit?  Or do you only wish to keep us as an unassuming guard dog?   Answer not with words Amadeus. Nothing that you nor ourself nor any other would speak would mean anything. And though we all shall speak and give warning, what shall be the judge of all is what we do in the days to come after.  [/size]


[size=15]Shall common enemies be enough to unite the disadvantaged?  Shall the a quest for golden glory tear apart the bonds of brotherhood link by link?  Would either of our brethern stand by us, as we would stand by them?  Soon enough we shall all have to see. [/size]


[size=15]Know this our brothers, whatever you may be thinking, we stand devoted to the greater cause of the nightmare, we would hope for your sake that you do as well.”[/size]



[size=15](With that Caine continues on till he is no longer in the frame of the shot.)[/size]




[size=15]THE END. [/size]

(The camera opens to a corridor in a New York City hospital. The camera slowly pans down the hall, showing various medical staff going about their day and interacting with patients. The camera stops in front of a room where a hooded figure wearing black tights and a gray hoodie is standing in the doorway. The camera turns to the figure who has their hands in their pockets. A female voice speaks from within the room.)

Familiar Voice: (weakly) I hate you.

Hooded Figure: I know.

(The voice turns out to be Stephanie Matsuda’s)

Familiar Voice: (weakly) Why are you here?

Stephanie: Because I’m the only one who cares.

Familiar: (coughs) Heh. About me?

Stephanie: Yes. I care about the fact that I’m the one who put you here. I care how you’re in no condition to hurt Aria, Tarah, or anyone else I love. I care that your career is over, and I’m the reason why.

Familiar: (weakly) I guess you hate me too.

Stephanie: I don’t hate you. I pity you.

(A long moment of silence)

Stephanie: You won’t see me again.

(Stephanie turns around, showing signs of wear and tear on her face from the two matches she had the past weekend. There’s a band-aid over her nose from her fight with Cailin; Behind her blue and black bangs, a black eye is seen, acquired from the tag match on Voltage. The camera pans back as it follows her down the hall. A doctor walks with Stephanie, and looks at his chart.)

Doctor: Did you see her?

Stephanie: Yeah. How long she’s going to be here?

Doctor: Tough to say. I can guarantee that she’ll never be able to wrestle again. 

Stephanie: Good.

(The doctor coughs nervously)


Doctor: Why pay for her bills, then?

Stephanie: What is broken can be made again. I broke her and so I will remake her. 

Doctor: What if she tries to go back?

Stephanie: I’ll kill her.

(The doctor stops in steps as Stephanie Matsuda walks in the elevator alone and turns to face the doors. As the elevator close, Steph’s narration begins)

“Some things in life are inevitable. We both knew the risks when we shared our first night. We were two souls who dreamed the same thing: to be the best in the world. We were two warriors, obsessed with the thrill of the fight. We took different paths, but it all leads to the same destination: September 7, 2017. Some say I went too far; others claim she got what she deserved. Regardless of the circumstances, one fact remains: I broke the Dream Killer. I did what I had to do to advance, and if you ask me, I have no regrets.”

(The elevator door opens as Cloud walks towards the exit)

“Cailin once said ‘I always had an answer.' She couldn’t have been more right with that statement. Sheridan tried to come for me, and I shut her down. Cailin gave me everything, and I had a final solution for her hot mess. Two former champions who are no longer employed by the Empire brand after getting kicked out of Cloud Country. I told the EAW Universe that I wasn’t playing any games and now everyone sees how serious this tournament is. The Empress of Elite has become the Game of Death, and I’m holding all the chips.”

(Cloud walks a bit more slowly, staring at various people who return the gesture)

“The world is watching me. For the first time, they know and understand who Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is. I fought like hell and took out two former world champions. If that isn’t a resume for a right to challenge the current champ, then I don’t know what is. But alas, I’m halfway to the finish line. My next opponent is also someone I’m quite familiar with. She calls me sister and is the one who taught me to lay it all on the line. I owe her a victory, and I plan on keeping my promise. I’m over Sheridan and Cailin. Their careers are six feet under, locked away for eternity.”
(Cloud walks into the hospital florist shop and buys a rose.)

“So many things happened this year. I went from being a glorified mid carder to the hottest surprise pick in the EOE. I was barely on anyone’s top 5 list. These days, the same people are scrambling to make space for me.”

(Cloud walks out, and continues towards the exit)

“They can keep their adoration. Their shock and awe are enough attention for me.”

(Cloud walks outside and checks her surroundings for a moment. She walks up to a coffee truck and buys a small cup. She takes a sip, savoring the taste.)

“I gave this hustle every thing I have. The whole world knows my story: A good girl gone bad for all the wrong reasons. Now, this wayward daughter is beginning to find her way in the world. Winning the Empress of Elite tournament means everything to me. It’s a testament to the hard work and effort I’ve put into surpassing my limits. I know that if I fight every battle like the one at Terminus, then I should be able to progress to the next level. By that, I mean the one that exists beyond the main event lights. I triumphed over two main eventers; my end goal goes even further. People talk about how Aria Jaxon is the only main eventer left standing - bulls*beep*t. Women like Alexis and I are trading our souls for a shot at immortality, and people overlook us. I grow tired of the one woman show Empire has become. This feeling is no shade to my dear friend, but the moment I shared with her and Tarah signified a new age has dawned upon us on Thursday nights. I intend on being ahead of the pack, leading the way as the War Empress of Empire.”

(Cloud briefly looks at her phone. She furrows her eyebrows, shrugs, and starts walking down the street)

“When you found me Alexis, I was a confused soul, lonely and bitter at the hand life had dealt me. I thought my friends abandoned me, but as I think back, it was I who pushed them away. I took their absence as a sign that I was falling behind. I was fearful that I didn’t have what it took to survive in this business. I was scared that I would forever be irrelevant, just a body to fill a match on the card. To this day, that fear still lingers in the shadow. I’m a competitor sweets; Every battle is a question of my strength, a test of my will. I’m a dream chaser, catching all my goals. What I didn’t anticipate was those dreams to be shattered by my own hands. It wasn’t Tarah, Aria, or Cailin. It was me letting my insecurities getting the best of me. Instead of crying out for help, I ran away looking for a solution. That’s when Eclipse came to me. He introduced me to you - not the adorable redhead I fought - but the real you, The Mother of Sanatorium. You gave me a home, put food on the table, and taught me to embrace my darkest desires. We walked hand in hand, causing havoc all over the world with Brody, Maddie, and Jocelyn. Back then I thought this was to be my fate - a personal sword for a madman. You’re right about my dissatisfaction. I didn’t want to just be someone’s sword. I was disgusted with myself, yes. You may have forgotten but we took a trip down memory lane in the form of a former lover of mine. This was an individual who did something to me and my ‘sisters’. He took something for us that we could never get back and I wanted him to pay. You and the others...assisted with this endeavour. This act was something I can never wash my hands of and simply go about my life. I went too far down the rabbit hole and there was no getting out. Meanwhile, I played the role of bodyguard while the rest of you got the opportunities. If anything, it was a repeat of season nine; I was on the sidelines while my friends was successful. Time is a flat circle and here I was, playing the same role as before. Something had to give. So I contacted Mao and did something about it. The lingering fear of irrelevance was closing in and I was doing whatever it took to escape its grasp. So I betrayed my sisters in The Coven for an exchange for a title shot. I cheated Aria and Cai out of their match for a seat at the table. I don’t regret my actions, even to this day. I sat there for watched everyone else do whatever it took to get what they wanted. It was my turn to get mine, so I did. 

(Cloud crosses a street as she looks both ways. She checks her phone again and smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee)

“Maybe I could have gone about it differently. I should have confided in The Coven. But I didn’t and took the selfish route instead. Why? I didn’t trust you. My best friend and lover broke my heart; in my mind, how was I supposed to trust anybody? I wasn’t stupid either. When I reunited with my ex, I saw the missed calls and text messages. He was reaching out. After The Coven declared war on me, the calls continued, and the messages grew longer. It no longer became her pleading with Eclipse for my life. There was something else in the works, something that had nothing to do with me. Once again, I was pushed by the wayside. I knew this walking into Terminus. Consumed with a vengeance, I wanted to eradicate you, Alexis. I was in so much pain my dear sister. I thought to save Lauryn was my redemption. The irony was that you were saving her from me.”

(Cloud closes her eyes as a small tear goes down her eye)

“The lingering fear has overtaken me and I became desperate. I was a ravenous beast, willing to do anything and everything to get what I wanted. I was even willing to kill someone in front of Lauryn’s eyes. When I climbed into the Devil’s Pit I had plans to kill you Alexis, even if I had to do it in front of Lauryn. What kind of messed s*beep*t is that? I’ve fallen far into the dark and you did everything in your power to save. Yes, Alexis you saved me through blood soaked tears. The shadows were never meant for me. I was a Sky Princess, an angel who fell from the skies into the pits of hell. You were born in darkness; you knew what it was like to be in the sunken place, with those thoughts that plague our hearts. This ‘Mark’ you speak of...I know it’s more than a cry for attention. I’ve seen things through your eyes, things I’ll never openly admit. Something has you in its grasp. As we escaped the Shadows, we left you to be possessed by an unknown spirit. For that I am sorry. Maddie, Brody, and I left you, and now you’re consumed with the lingering shadow over irrelevance that hangs above all of us.”

(Cloud takes a sip from her coffee and watches the traffic while she walks)
“I’ve found the light, but it wasn’t easy. I had to sacrifice everything to see what mattered the most. In a way, I died back in China, only to be reborn. Lauryn loves the both of us. We gave her a choice to stay home, but she offered to visit you whenever she could. She understands your struggle deeper than I ever could. She’s told me of how you wake up in cold sweats and cry alone at night. Not even Eclipse has an answer for what you struggle with. He’s one with his fate. But you Alexis...you’re a mother. A caretaker, someone whom others rely on. I don’t fully understand what’s going on, but I know one thing…

(Cloud walks across the street to the seaport on the edge of the city. She smiles at the Statue of Liberty in the distance)

“I will save you from the darkness. It’s my fault that I left you to be consumed, my fault for allowing Cailin to lie to you, my fault for letting my rage tear us apart. I love you Alexis, just as much as I love Aria and nowadays Tarah. Heh, never thought I would ever admit that. I want you to thrive with us in the light; Eclipse is in a place where few dare to travel and one day he’s going to go too far. You need to be his anchor, sweets. You were meant to bring light to his darkness, not suffer together in the shadows. I know that when I step into the ring with you on Thursday, I won’t be fighting you, but this ‘Mark.' It hungers for my resolve, my experience in battle. It wishes to sank its fangs into my soul, draining every ounce of hope I have. It wants my darkest fears, the leftover rage that stems in my heart. I’m by no means perfect - you’ve seen that at the beginning of this video. But, the woman I was looking at was the result of when the darkness as consumed every ounce of your being. I can’t let that happen. I’m willing to risk my life for you Alexis. I hate that in order to save you, I have to beat you, but I can’t let this creature you’ve become rule over Empire. There’s so much progress we’ve made - we’re seeing the likes of Consuela Ava and Savannah Sunshine come into their own. April Song is learning what it means to be a champion. If I let you beat me, all of that will be for naught. The Mark will overtake Empire and crush it in its crutches. I don’t think Aria knows what you’re capable of like this. I know you, sweets. I know what it’s like when we’re consumed by our flaws. When I fight you, it won’t be an act of aggression, but one of love.”

(Cloud stops in her tracks and smiles as she sees Monica Vaughan sitting on a bench, playing with her phone.)

“Alexis taught me how to love, as she did with Joseph. We wouldn’t be able to survive in this world without her watching over us. It’s time I return the favor. This creature that has you will have its work cut out for it. For it crawled up from the shadows and trespassed into Cloud Country, land of the War Queen. I am the Stargirl of Elite Answers Wrestling, the Lightbringer of the Empire Division. To know the light, I had to walk through the valley of shadow and death. The lingering fear of irrelevance still follows me, but as long as there’s love in my heart, I am safe from its claws. It’s a brand new day, the first step into a brighter future. What resides in Alexis’ heart are phantoms from the past; I intend on pulling her from the sunken past into the heavens of tomorrow. I vow on my soul that I will save you Alexis Diemos.”

(Cloud walks up to Monica, hands her the rose and kisses her on the cheek.)

“I will show you the love you’ve shown me at fighting for your soul. Why?”

(The camera pulls away as Cloud and Monica walks off hand in hand)

“Because you’re my sister and that’s what sisters do.”

[size=15]Showdown Promo #1[/size]



[size=15]@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:[/size]



[size=15]“At the ‘command’ of our egregious Showdown General Manager, Brian Daniels, I am for another week despite my best attempts, stuck having to deal with that Jackass Kaise Boetius. The man who has done every from ride my coat tails, to attack me from behind, to everything else you could possibly do to piss me right the fuck off!  So when you toss him to me in a street fight, it's a lot like a steak being tossed to a starving  lion.   Oh that's rights, see I tried to do this peacefully Daniels, I tried to do this in a way that wouldn't make me tear that fuckhead limb from limb, I tried to do this without having to end this man’s career. So when HIS lawyers start calling, and threatening to sue for the lost wages, just know it'll be on you, his blood is on your hands because you made this happen!  And what's more to give me that extra little spark of motivation you did the worst thing possible for Kaise’s well being, by essentially making this a number one contender’s match for the National Elite Championship. So that gives me all the more reason to put that fucker down once and for all!  You better run a disclaimer for the excessive violence that the people watching are gonna see!  Because this isn't gonna be one of my technical master pieces, this won't be me entertaining an arena filled to the brim with my followers, this will be a public execution.  Because I have put up with all of Kaise’s bullshit for far too long. [/size]



[size=15]And So after months of being obsessed over, stalked, harassed, having my property destroyed,  being assaulted,  and seemingly being weighed down by that dead weight mad man Kaise Boetius, it finally comes to an end between us.  What are the words I'm looking for?  Free at last!  This Saturday night I am free. Free from ever having to deal with a low end curtain jerker like Kaise. Free from having to deal with his crush over me. Free from having to spend my Saturday nights with him in the ring each and every week!  I'll be free of Kaise Boetius, because this Saturday night I'll be free to whatever I please to that rat bastard son of a bitch. If I want to bust his head wide open with a glass selfie stick (#HOG2015), it's fair game. If I want to smash his knee with a steel chair, and till he's a cripple, well that's perfectly fine. This Saturday I am free, no leashes, no holding back, to make Kaise suffer for all the indignity I've had to bare since the day I got stuck carrying his no talent ass in. That tag team match at the beginning of the season.  I finally get to wash my hands clean of the muck I've been handed for the better part of four, long, and trying months.  This Saturday night, I get to wipe away the shit stain on this company’s ass, and in the process, finally get my long deserved National Elite Title Match. [/size]


[size=15]That's right my dear followers, yours truly is on his way to finally, FINALLY, taking[/size]
[size=15]Hold of that National Elite Belt. The same one that has been lingering just out of my grasp for about as long as I can remember. Saturday night I am going to win this street fight (but you already knew that), and finally get the rematch which I am years overdue for.  Nothing short of me getting a life sentence for murdering that dickhead Boetius in the middle of the ring, is gonna keep me from entering that Elimination chamber.  And when I do, I'll run thru POP, and every other talking traffic cones that stand in my way.  That title has rightly been mine , and now it's closer that ever to being placed in my hands. But I'll be more than happy to tell[/size]
[size=15]You all about it next week. [/size]


[size=15]For now I'll just savor every moment that I get to tear Kaise apart. Now I'm sure some of you lesser minded haters are out there saying ‘but Mark, the last time you faced off Kaise sent you running for the hills!”. First off, shut up, second I didn't run from Kaise Boetius, I simply got tired of dealing with him and decided that he is so beneath me, he wasn't even worth another moment of my precious time.  So to reiterate, I was fully willing to eat a count out loss simply so that Kaise can feel like he had his little moment of glory and I could be done with him. This Saturday, there'll be none of that. This Saturday I'll have to simply finish Boetius off for good.  That's the wall I've been backed into, and so that's exactly what I'm going to do. Saturday, everyone in the Allstate arena, as well as everyone watching at home, they better take a good long look at Kaise Boetius, because it's the last anyone is ever gonna see of him in Elite Answers Wrestling![/size]


[size=15]And when I have bested this overhyped, underdeveloped Jackass, I'm going on and doing the same to another five and taking home MY title!  And nothing will stand in my way of doing so because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the #Hero to millions of people the whole world round!  The man who when you start something, he finished it. The man who when he wants something, goes out and snatches that mother fucker up!  The man who’s gonna make Kaise Boetius his bitch!  This Saturday night you will see greatness in human form, you will see what happens when you poke the bear for far too long and don't have enough grey matter to run while you have the fucking chance!  This Saturday you are gonna see a man take his destiny into his own hands when rises above his haters, and stands head and shoulders as the undisputed greatest to ever step between the ropes. Come this Saturday, Kaise, Daniels, and every other shit for brains fuck will be picturing THAT![/size]



[size=15]#Showdown #EAW #SaturdayNight.”[/size]





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