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You people.....YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK! I am sitting at my home in Atlanta looking at my phone to confirm which pilot I want for my flight to the United Kingdom and see breaking news on my flat screen television of bombs going off and killing close to twenty people maybe more? Even with hundreds injured? You people just make me fucking sick to my stomach sometimes....do I enjoy hurting people and making them suffer? OF COURSE but killing them is just going to far. Anyway let's get onto the bigger picture right now and that was Burning Desire the Dynasty super-show at the Barclay's Center in Brooklyn, New York. Now what I need from every single one of you ungrateful punks that are poor little boys and girls that are middle class reaching for every last dollar to pay the electric bill. All of you are JEALOUS! YOU ARE JEALOUS THAT I MAKE WAY MORE MONEY THEN YOU! YOU ARE JEALOUS THAT I RISKED MY JOB WITH THAT DUMB-ASS MONROE AND CASHED OUT WITH THE BIGGEST CONTRACT IN DYNASTY HISTORY! PEOPLE WANT TO BE ME! PEOPLE WISH THEY WERE A GREAT CHAMPION LIKE MYSELF! ....But what did I tell all of you for multiple weeks now? Line them up and there dreams will be crushed and that result happened for Mark Michaels. Ever since I faced Mark for the first time in the Hell's Warpath match at Reckless Wiring I knew something was special about him but just couldn't put my figure on it. Then this past Friday at Burning Desire I figured it out! I figured out that MARK IS THE WORST WRESTLER THIS COMPANY HAS EVER SEEN! HE'S JUST LIKE ALL THE REST OF THEM! WHO CARES ABOUT HIS SOCIAL MEDIA FOLLOWERS? WHO CARES ABOUT SOCIAL MEDIA? IT'S RUINING OUR SOCIETY ANYWAY! So much crap came out of that mouth, his ass is probably still burning today for sitting on the bowl that long after getting destroyed in our title match. I crushed his Pain for Pride X dreams in half and I enjoyed every single second of it, just the look on his face when the referee hit three. It was like a tidal wave crashed over him and he couldn't get up due to him getting shot with a gun. I was the judge, jury and executioner. I ended his dreams! I made him suffer! I MADE HIM FEEL THE PAIN! Not only did I end Michaels dreams but Anthony Leonhart......oh Leonhart will he ever learn? Quite frankly I am done with Leonhart because he's had two title matches for the most prestigious title in our business today which is the New Breed Championship. Not only has he had two title opportunities but he's had them twice in less then a month? He's a crazy little boy asking for the same expensive toy around Christmas time but is getting the same outcome with coal every single damn year. As far as I am concerned, Leonhart and Michaels are checked off the list for now and need to go to the back of the line. Bring on some new challengers, I am going to have the biggest celebration this Friday night in London. I am going to sit on my throne in the middle of the ring drink a nice drink of scotch and just reflect on my title reign and look ahead to Pain for Pride! MY PAIN FOR PRIDE! I SHOULD BE THE MAIN EVENT, THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON THE WRESTLING MACHINE! THE MAN THAT BREAKS BONES, MAKES PEOPLE BLEED LIKE A PIG, AND CRUSH PEOPLE'S DREAMS IN THE PROCESS! Four words you don't want to hear my man Stew-O at the commentary table say is "Here comes the pain!" Once I hear those four words when I am about to hit the F-5 or lock that Machine Break in it's over! There is no coming back! Do you people believe me now? IT'S NOT A JOKE ANYMORE! THIS IS THE GREATEST TITLE REIGN IN COMPANY HISTORY! I WAS THE ONE THAT LAID DOWN THE CHALLENGE! I WAS THE ONE THAT WANTED TO TAKE ON TWO CHALLENGERS! AND GUESS WHAT? THEY BOTH FAILED, I AM THE RULER AROUND HERE! I AM THE RULER OF THE NEW BREED DIVISION! SO HOW ABOUT FOR ONCE YOU PEOPLE BOW DOWN TO THE GREATEST CHAMPION IN EAW HISTORY.....LUCAS JOHNSON!

Now....my title celebration will be amazing in London then right after I have to take an immediate flight to Bridgeport, Connecticut. For the first time in my career I invade another brand for one night only. Yes I understand the New Breed Championship is inter-branded but someone like me invading the blue brand for the first time should be treated like I am first class. Roll out the red carpet when I arrive, DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THIS FLIGHT IS ABOUT TO BE? I AM GOING TO BE JET LAGGED! I AM RISKING THIS BIG MATCH SO I BETTER BE TREATED WITH SOME RESPECT! I will admit it is going to be nice getting a little bit of fresh air from that fool Monroe, hey after Pain for Pride is the EAW Draft and before you know it I can be the poster boy for Showdown on Saturday Night's. While steeping into enemy territory for one night only will be awesome, I really don't give a shit about the talent. I don't care about CM Banks, Y2Impact, Chris Elite, that punk Cody Marshall. The list can go on and on the fact won't change that I don't give a shit about anyone! I don't care about anyone period! Well maybe besides my good friend Scott Oasis but that's beside the point! I only care about myself and myself only! That's why I am sitting here today about to approach my seventy-seventh day this Saturday night as New Breed Champion. Obviously I am going to be the last ever New Breed Champion in history because no one! NO ONE ON THE CURRENT ROSTER, NO ONE IN THE UNITED STATES, NO ONE IN THE UNITED KINGDOM, NO ONE ON THIS PLANET WILL BEAT ME BECAUSE I AM THE GREATEST CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! I COULD CARE LESS IF THE CURRENT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - JAMIE O'HARA HELD THIS TITLE FOR SEVEN MONTHS! SOONER OR LATER I AM GOING TO BE HOLDING THE NEW BREED AND WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! ONE TITLE ON ONE SHOULDER AND THE OTHER TITLE AROUND MY BEAUTIFUL WAIST! I plan to hold onto this beautiful title not only for a few months.....but for many years UNTIL I RETIRE FROM THIS COMPANY! You would think another brand would invite you to there show to find a new challenger but this company is just like that idiot Monroe! They are promoting this huge Champion vs Champion match against Rex? The current National Elite Champion? What has this little guy done in the last month? He's a big fish in a small pond compared to me! The last thing Rex is going to have to worry about is that National Elite Title when I am done with him. Showdown is going to need to award that belt to me after I send this little child to the hospital! I am going to be suffering from the biggest jet lag in my life and I am going to put THIS LITTLE BABY TO SLEEP! YOU ARE GOING TO SUFFER LIKE ALL THE REST OF THEM! YOU WANT TO LAUGH AT ME!?!? YOU WANT TO THINK I AM JUST THIS LITTLE CHUMP FROM DYNASTY!?!? NOT SO FAST! I am going to make sure you don't make it to Pain for Pride Rex, I am going to make sure you don't make it to Sunday morning....Do the right thing Rex just sit down on the mat and let me pin you for the three count because trust me if you don't....It's not going to be pretty for you my friend, enjoy your last days sleeping without a cast on!

 
 
 

FIGHTING SPIRIT THE THIRD PROMO #1
 
{Greetings one and all!
 
Tis I…The Scribe!  Here to bring to you once again a tale of exploration and discovery brought to you by my inquisitive and animal loving master…Zack Crash!
 
The day of the third Fighting Spirit is nigh upon us!  And my “Damaged” lord faces a most troublesome opponent in Carson of the clan Ramsay.  And even greater still, there is a championship opportunity at stake.  Could this be the destined gold the 7 Deities spoke of to my master?!  He is quite certain of this, but those blessed of Broken Enlightenment are no fools, and Zack knows not to underestimate his opponent.  So in order to prepare for the Great War ahead, Zack journeys to a place of great learning and wisdom!  A place where one can find the most noble of scholarly minds.  A place dripping with so much enchantment and allurement that it is far beyond even mortal minds to fully comprehend.  With his most trusted servant Senior JJ following close behind, we find our hero already in such a place.}
 
Senior JJ:  Uh sir, correct me if I am wrong but…isn’t this a zoo?
 
{Zack laughs heartily, as the already packed zoo is filled with families as they go from pen to pen, observing with great curiosity the majestic and beautiful animals on display.}
 
Zack Crash:  Yeeeeeeezzzzzz hahaha!  Tis indeed a most WONDROUS and SPLENDID place of animal captivity!  Look around you!  Do you not see 
 
Senior JJ:  Quite.  Well then, pardon my ignorance sir, but may I ask then what it is we are doing here?
 
Zack Crash:  Hahahaha!  Your ignorance is always forgiven my most loyal servant!  I daresay, in fact, that I find it your most admirable quality. 
 
Senior JJ:  *grumbling* 
 
Zack Crash:  We are here because I have sensed through the Shatter-verse that a great many ancient spirits dwell within this very establishment.  We have come to seek their council, and ask for whatever advice and guidance they can offer me in the battle to come.
 
{My lord closes his eyes, breaths in deeply, and holds out his palms.  This is a technique I have seen him implore many times.  By reaching out with his hands, he can feel the aura in the air that emanates from ancient spirits.  This then allows him to follow the aura’s pulse and find them more quickly.  He then wanders blindly, deftly dodging any and all obstacles, for he can sense even in his sightlessness.  His powers soon guide him to a building bearing the moniker…
 
“REPTILE HOUSE”
 
Zack dashes inside, and places his hand flat against the glass of a large display window, gazing inside with awe.}
 
Senior JJ:  Uhhhh sir…that’s a King Cobra.
 
{Zack scoffs at those words.}
 
Zack Crash:  Fool!  This be no mere King Cobra.  Cannot you not sense the noble spirit that dwells within?!  This is the new, earthly vessel of the great spirit of… KING ARTHUR PENDRAGON!!!!!  General of many great victories, wielder of the most noble and ancient weapon Excalibur, and ruler of all England!
 
{Senior JJ sighs in resignation.}
 
Senior JJ:  Yes, of course he is sir.
 
{Zack presses his face flat against the glass, fogging it up as he speaks and leaving an imprint upon it.}
 
Zack Crash:  Oh most mighty and noble of kings, I come to you now seeking your wisdom and guidance in matters of great import!  I soon will do battle against most deadily foe.  But tis no ordinary battle.  Tis one where destiny is at stake!  A prize of unknown worth to be claimed by the victor.  I know not of what it is, but I know that the 7 Deities, Nero Maxwell, and the entire Shatter-verse declare I must claim it for all of Broken Enlightenment!  So I ask you now, what words can you offer one such a myself in this time before battle? 
 
{The snake in response hisses and snaps at the glass, but my master remains resolute.  Then quite suddenly, he jumps in place, laughing and yelling in victory, causing several onlookers to shrink away in surprise.}
 
Zack Crash:  Yeeeeeezzzzz!  Of course!  It is all so simple!
 
{Zack bows in gratitude, and then turns to Senior JJ.}
 
Zack Crash:  Come now!  Let us seek the next noble spirit!
 
{Senior JJ looks on in confusion.}
 
Senior JJ:  Sir, what exactly is it that you think the snake–
 
Zack Crash:  King Arthur Pendragon!  Show respect you fool!
 
Senior JJ:  Uuh “King Arthur” said to you?
 
{Zack waves his hand dismissively.}
 
Zack Crash:  Never you mind that now.  For they were words beyond your mere mortal comprehension.
 
Senior JJ:  I’ll bet.
 
Zack Crash:  Besides, we still have so much to do!
 
{And so they journey onward throughout the zoo, seeking the many noble spirits that reside here.  The day is long and fruitful, as Zack has gained much knowledge this day.  He has spoken with Hercules who now resides within an elephant, Benjamin Franklin who is now a panda, and even the honorable Harambe who has been rewarded for his nobility to return as a penguin.  Senior JJ is notably exhausted from their constant walking, as evident by his slower steps than usual and his increased distance behind my master.}   
 
Senior JJ:  Sir, are we finished yet?
 
Zack Crash:  We have but one final spirit to seek guidance from.
 
Senior JJ:  Finally!
 
Zack Crash:  The spirit we yet still seek is the most important of all in today’s quest.
 
{At last they have reach their final destination.  They come to a large, circular and open paddock, as many people look on at the creatures down below.  Several large catlike creatures prowl the enclosure, while a great many others simply rest in the shade of the large tree they have been provided.  
 
They have arrived at the lion’s den.}
 
Senior JJ:  And who, may I ask, is that supposed to be?
 
Zack Crash:  A creature such as these could house only the most ancient and wisest of spirits.  I sense that down there rest the spirit of Solomon!  Is it not DELIGHTFUL!
 
Senior JJ:  Of course sir.  Well since we are too far away to converse with him, I guess we are finished here.  So I suggest we–  
 
{Before Senior JJ can finish his thought, my lord has leapt onto the enclosure wall and, with nimble grace, jumped into the den with the animals.}
 
Senior JJ:  MR. CRASH?!?!?!  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!
 
{He is not the only one to freak out.  The other patrons have all gasped in horror and surprise, some even fleeing the scene to either seek aid or to avert their eyes from possible carnage.  But they do not understand the powers my master holds.  He has a calming effect on the animals, and while they growl and snap at first, they soon yield to his presence.  My lord walks up to the lone male lion, which is currently sleeping underneath the tree, and sits down next to him.}
 
Zack Crash:  Oh great and wise Solomon.  You are heralded as one of the wisest kings of yore.  Your legend has sailed across thousand of years.  So great is your wisdom that the 7 Deities saw it fit to reincarnate your soul into this creature I see before me, so that your teachings may never truly vanish from this mortal Earth. 
 
{The lion gives a great yawn in response.}
 
Zack Crash:  I come to you now seeking not your words…but to do battle with you!  For it has been stated in the Book of Broken Enlightenment that battle is the truest expression of oneself, and only those who do combat can truly understand each other.  So come, let us engage in GLORIOUS battle so that, through knowing you, I shall know better your wisdom and how best to conquer my enemies!
 
{And with that, Zack gives the mortal vessel of Solomon a thunderous slap across the muzzle.  The creature growls in irritation and gives a mighty roar as its war cry.}
 
Zack Crash:  Yeeeeezzzzzz hahahaha!  Come now!
 
{The lion pounces on Zack, and the two tumble and roll across the enclosure, while the other lions look on, as well as the humans outside it.  Senior JJ is in a right state at the moment, sweating and pacing, unaware how best to aid his master.  But my master needs no aid!  His powers of Broken Enlightenment are able to aptly aid him in this battle, and he receives no scratches or physical damage from Solomon’s many attempted swipes and bites.  The battle would have been one for the ages…if the security team had not eventually interrupted the encounter.  After tranquilizing the animal and my master, he was removed from the den and we were most unceremoniously escorted us off the premises, but not before a most long-winded rant from the Head Of Security and a life long ban from the establishment.  It is of no consequence though.  My master has accomplished his goal for today, and is now ready to address another beast; one far less noble, wise, or worthy as the one he just did battle with.}  
 
* * *
 
{My master has finally recovered his senses back in the parking out, standing just outside his limo.  For the past few minutes now he has paced back and forth, trying to process the teachings of the day and how best to turn them into words against his opponent.  Finally, Zack’s eyes go wide as he is struck with great inspiration.}
 
Zack Crash:  CARSIN RAMSEEEE…I KNEW YOU’D COME!
 
First of all, I must thank you for your most riveting history lesson and peek into the life that is you.  It made for a most entertaining tale.  It is most important for a mortal such as you to remember where it is he came from.  Even higher beings, such as I, must remember our humble beginnings.  For it is only through careful observation of our past that we can better understand our present and gain the power to shape out future.  Just look at myself.  I too was once a foolish mortal.  I sought power and control because I was blinded by human hubris.  I saw value in only myself.  Nothing and nobody else held any significance to me.  But as with all men blinded as such, a day of WRECKONING always comes, and come for me it did in the form of Eclipse Daymos.  That first battle with him at the Value That Is Shocking was but my punishment for my deeds.  But in that moment of most extreme pain…I had a vision!  A vision of pure white, and an entity of absolute purity!  Thus was how I first came to see Nero Maxwell!  He expelled all my Earthly desires out from the top of my head, through the hair, to vanish in the ether, and thus marked me as his avatar in this realm of existence!  I saw past, present, and future collide in one visage of understanding!  In that moment, I knew that although I had made many mistakes and done several unforgivable things, twas all apart of my destiny that guided me to where I am today.  And in surrendering myself to the ways of Broken Enlightenment, I secured the ability to forever reshape my path as needed, to rise above the burdens of completeness and perfection.  I am “Damaged” beyond repair, but I am also eternal because of it!  You cannot break what is already Broken!  You cannot cause pain to those who feel it course in their blood day and night!  My “Damaged” soul is apart of who I am now, and I am stronger for it!  A shattered window no longer has to fear the rock that will one day break it.  A human who has departed this life no longer has no hold onto the burdens that once caused it so much misery.  Do you not see now how Broken Enlightenment is the true way?  By becoming a “Damaged” soul you rise above your fears and the powers they hold over you.  Like you Carsin Ramseeee.  Even now I can tell your fears hold much sway over you and all that you do.  You fear the abyss that is obscurity in this business of ours.  You fear that death will come for you, and that when it does, there will be no place that holds your name in stone.  So you thrash, and rant, and spill the blood of many so that you may write your name on their epitaph.  Oh how I mourn for you.  So desperate you are for eternal life that you even charged headlong into a business you originally despised.  I must wonder if you truly love this business, or if you love the immortality it offers.  But wait you fail to understand is that immortality is not something you seek out…it is something you are given!  It is not a simple treasure to be found on a grand adventure.  It only comes from the surrender of one’s self, and the absolute commitment of a worthy ideal.  That is what I have achieved here.  And I speak not of petty immortality, such as championships and Hall Of Fames.  For even those can be forgotten and crumble.  You seek gold because it is the only thing that can define your legacy.  But where you place your treasure, there to shall your heart be, and gold over time can crumble and turn to ash.  No I speak of TRUE immortality!  My name, my spirit shall forever live on in the Shatter-verse, regardless of what happens to my mortal avatar.  I seek gold not for the glory of myself, for I have achieved enough of that in my previous form.  I seek it for the glory of another!  And in doing so, shall bring great prominence to the way of Nero Maxwell and his teachings.  Can you claim the same?  A man who fights only for himself fights for nothing, for when he is but dust, what is left?  Nothing!  It is from nothing you came Carsin of clan Ramseeee, and it is to nothing I shall return you!           
 
I feel I must thank you for yet another thing you have said Carsin of clan Ramseeee!  You uttered words that provided me with great laughter and jest.  You spoke of how no other has yet come to confront me on several topics, such as why I remain in the land of Wrestling That Is Elite, or the questioning of my new state of being.  Oh dear Carsin.  Do you think you alone are original in this line of thought?  Did you not hear how all squires have told me that my time is over and theirs is now?  Have you not heard the veterans claim my new state of being is a sad shell of my old self?  Allow me to offer a quandary to you sir.  If my time is long since over…then why am I still here?!  Why have I not been able to be forcibly removed from my lofty status?!  I shall inform you as to why?  It is because my time is not over yet!  Other legendary names have come into this place, only to vanish with history because their time was done.  Even newer, younger names have disappeared before they could become legend, because their time too was done before it could even start.  But I still have much to accomplish, Great Wars to fight, gold to achieve, victories to obtain, and I will not leave until I achieve all that I am destined for!  Only now I do not seek them purely for myself.  I seek them to do honor to Broken Enlightenment!  By seeing what the “Damaged” way has done and given to me, more shall flock to its path, and it shall spread throughout the world!  It is has it has been foretold by The Oracles.  My victory is not a matter of “if” but a matter of “when”.  Only when the timing is right shall Nero Maxwell see it fit to grant me such glory again.  And I think now is that time!  Your defeat shall be only the first step toward the ultimate stage of Pain For Pride, where Broken Enlightenment shall shine brightest!  And as to this state of being as a “shell” of my former self, of being playing a “clown” as you put it, you shall soon see that this “shell” of a man, this “clown” is fully capable of beating you!  And if I should defeat you in battle, what will that make you?  What is less than a shell or lower than a clown?  I pray you will not underestimate me once those bells ring, for nothing will guarantee your defeat with more certainty than that!  I would think a man such as yourself would know this, as many opponents have fallen to you for just such a mistake.  Perhaps you have fallen more than I have thought.  Perhaps you are not unique after all.  Perhaps you are just like everyone else!  Perhaps that is why you continuously fail.  You think like all the other humans do, and thus shall to the same mistakes.  You have not changed Carsin, you have not grown, and you are the same, small, weak, insignificant person you were before when you ran from your own failings because you could not face them.  You are a coward!  You may have the Fighting Spirit, but you don't have the Winning Spirit!  Better men than you have tried to ERASE me from EAW history, and all have failed.  And you will fail just like they did, and then you shall be forgotten of once more.  Because in the end, you cannot fight destiny!
 
My destiny is to rise, and yours is to be…ERASED…ERASED…ERASED!!!                  
 

{Fade to black}   

Fight Sprit Promo #1


Tuesday, 1:19 A.M., Location Unknown.



(The scene opens in a small room. The dim illumination from the lone candle that burns, just makes visible several stains and black paint that spells out 'Life is a lie Awaken in hell' on the back wall. The sound of footsteps draw closer and closer till from the right side of the frame enters a man who's bloodshot eyes and evil demeanor have been burned into the minds of all who watch voltage. He is the man known as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "Power, how one fool thinks he may wield it with frivolousness and bare no repercussions. How he knows not that all that was granted may be taken away. Does he think he is the voices of the ones who have sent me?! That he knows their will more than I?! He sends me to wage war with Maero, though he is not the one my masters demand to be sacrificed upon their altar. He sends me to battle knowing not that the great beast called Sanitorium is set to strike and reclaim all that has been taken from it.

As the head of this beast seeks to restore its prized gold, the body seeks to restore the dread and terror and respect that have been stolen from us. This beast shall again tower over all whom would dare to gaze upon it. Again the world shall cower in fear from The Sanitorium.

And yet even now as I detest all that was commanded by HDRO, I still see a seed of truth in his word. I see that their must be a great and mighty demonstration of the power of my masters. The must be a lamb to slaughter that my masters may be recognized for their true power. This is what must be done that the warning they have issued may spread thru out the nations. One must be broken that many might be made whole.


For this I say, Maero, forgive me.


For I harbor no ill will towards you. I bare no grudge and count you amongst the few who I may call an ally. We are each part of something greater than ourselves, and when united none may stand in our path. Yes Maero, at this time I hold no rage or anger accounted toward you. And even as I speak my masters may yet have use of you wether you realize or not.

We have battled side by side, but now again we battle face to face. For while we are each apart of the great beast, we must remember that which brought us together. We must think back and recall that which has brought us to the highest heights, we must remember that it was the ones who sent me to you that lifted us up and placed us atop the highest mountain. It is by their will that we sent all who dared to oppose us scattering to find refuge. It is thru their might that we added honor in fear to the name of the great beast. But we must always know that as suddenly as they have granted us glory, they can take all of it away. For this world and all whom dwell within it are not but pawns that they move to bring about their glorious reign.

I wish no evil upon you Maero, but we must do what must be done. We must let the world see with their own eyes, just a small taste of the wrath that shall be poured out upon those who are counted amongst the heathen filth. I am sorry Maero, for what is coming shall be severe. It shall be a terrible thing that I must do to you. For without limitations, without cause for concern, without MERCY... that is how we must clash.

Bones broken, flesh torn, blood spilled from all that is crafted of steel and stone.

Will you fall from great heights? Shall your body come crashing thru tables? Will your flesh be rendered by barb wire and set ablaze by flames?!?!? Shall that be what we must do to awaken the world from this slumber?! Shall the sight of one brother destroying another capture the attention of the masses long enough for them to see the truth?!

Whatever must be done, we shall do it. No amount of pain, or grief shall prevent us from bringing about my masters' rule upon this earth. Maero, prepare yourself, for even I know not what shall be Desired to be done onto you. I shall ask for whatever leniency that may be granted to you. I shall do all I can to preserve you Maero. But know that if it is your ultimate destruction that must come about, if it is what must happen that the name of my masters received their proper reverence, than so shall it be done without hesitation.

Come forth Maero, and aid me in bringing their rule about these lands.



Know that all I have spoken are the words of the ones who have sent me. And it matters not if One enjoys it or not, they must be made so."


(Caine blows out the candle leaving everything masked by darkness.)

The End.

Bravo......bravo Mister Mark Michaels. I got to admit I am impressed from what I have seen ever since I dominated the Hell's Warpath match and crushed your dreams in half. Yes you do have the impressive resume by beating Anthony Leonhart and Scott Oasis. But didn't you get help that Friday night against Oasis? My match against Oasis was one of the best matches this company has ever seen! Scott Oasis was the one that showed me the ropes, showed me how to become the champion that I am today! The last thing I ever wanted to do in my pro wrestling career was face my best friend Scott Oasis but that damn Monroe had to book the match. But did you notice something this past Friday night on Dynasty was that I was the one in charge! I was the one that made the title match! I knew if I faced one of you, I would have to face the other soon so I thought to myself....why don't I face them at the same time and crush there Pain for Pride X dreams forever! The single spotlight should be on me at the biggest stage of them all! I should be rewarded for all my hard work this year! Nine months in the making after Aria Jaxon stole the Young Lions Cup from me, and since then the division was turned to crap. Like that Cody 'piece of shit' Marshall who decided to use this prestigious title to make his name more popular and become the new General Manager of Showdown? WHAT!? WHY ARE YOU WRESTLING? GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING AND HEAD BACK TO THAT CRAP SHOW SHOWDOWN! Like I said before nine months in the making and I accomplished the one goal I had since arriving to this company on Day One and that was winning the New Breed Championship. After I lost the Young Lions Cup my career was at a cross roads when I had to prove to myself that I was better then the New Breed division and went after the Interwire Championship. I was so close to it but yet Methuselah beat me to the punch in the Number One Contender's Match and then I knew I had to face my personal demons and win the title that had alluded me for so long. And guess what? I did just that and it blows my mind quite frankly because not only did I win the title against seven other men but I also defended the title TWICE in the matter of four to six weeks? Two title defenses are now under my belt and these people are saying I don't deserve to have the title? I am disrespecting the title? WHAT! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? THE THING THAT IS GETTING DISRESPECTED IS ME, THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE ON THE WRESTLING MACHINE, THE GREATEST NEW BREED CHAMPION OF ALL TIME. THIS FRIDAY WILL MARK THE SIXTY-NINTH DAY IN THE GREATEST TITLE REIGN IN COMPANY HISTORY! THIS COMPANY MAKES ME SICK AND I WISH I WOULD HAVE WON THE TITLE EARLIER AND WALKED OUT SO THEY WOULDN'T STOP PLAYING WITH THESE OLD TOYS! BRIAN DANIELS AND ROBBIE V? WHO CARES THEY ARE GONE AFTER THIS PAIN FOR PRIDE? CM BANKS IS BACK? WHO THE HELL CARES? HE MAYBE THE MOST POPULAR STAR IN OUR BUSINESS BUT HE IS OLD, HE'S NOT THE SAME IN THE RING ANYMORE! THE SPOTLIGHT SHOULD BE SHINED BRIGHT ON THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY BECAUSE IN A COUPLE OF YEARS I GUARANTEE YOU I WILL BE THE YOUNGEST ELITIST IN EAW HISTORY TO ENTER THE HALL OF FAME! LEONHART AND MICHAELS YOU BOTH SHOULD BE BOWING DOWN TO ME AS I GAVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE AT THE TITLE! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE GOT IT BUT I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE PAIN I DID WHEN I WAS A SMILE CHILD. GETTING HANDED OPPORTUNITY AFTER OPPORTUNITY AND GETTING IT RIPPED AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH! 

Face the facts, you two aren't good enough. You are not on my level. I am called The Ruler of the New Breed Division for a reason. Anthony Leonhart I just don't get you. You claimed you would beat me and end my reign as champion but what did I tell you? I said I would not only retain my title but also end your career. That night when I faced you I was in a good mood and thought I will let him go with a little cuts and bruises. But ever since then you want another shot. It's like someone trying a test over and over again expecting a different outcome and ninety-nine percent of the time the outcome stays the same. Anthony I was nice the first time and now I am seriously giving you the last warning. Don't make me go to that place Anthony, it's bad enough that I have to travel to beautiful New York City but remember dealing with my asshole alcoholic grandfather as a child is bad enough. Don't make me find that dark place inside of me and end you once and for all. Don't make me send you to a hospital with broken bones, and blood coming down your skull as your out cold. YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET LAST CHANCES, FORGET BEING MISTER NICE GUY! OASIS TAUGHT ME BETTER HE TAUGHT ME TO BE A RUTHLESS SON OF A BITCH AND THIS FRIDAY NIGHT IN BROOKLYN YOU ARE GOING HAVE TO BEG ME TO STOP THE PAIN! YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO FEEL THE PAIN I WENT THROUGH IN MIDDLE SCHOOL BEFORE I JOINED THE WRESTLING TEAM, THE SAME PAIN I WENT THROUGH WHEN I WOULD STAY ON LONG ISLAND WITH MY ALCOHOLIC GRANDFATHER! I AM MAKING THIS DIVISION GREAT AND I WILL NOT LET SOME LITTLE CHILD WHO WANTS TO ROAR LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD RUIN IT BECAUSE HE'S NOTHING! YOU ARE NOT ON MY LEVEL ANTHONY AND SAME THING WITH YOU MARK MICHAELS! Mark you claim that I am afraid of you? I backed down from your challenge? Who the hell do you think you are? I am the one who knocks around here, I am the one who decides to defend my title not Dynasty executives, not even stupid Monroe. These suits that cost over five thousand dollars each, my private jet isn't just for show. I deserve the free per view pay for a reason and so to be poster and main event pay because I SHOULD BE MAIN EVENTING PAIN FOR PRIDE NOT THESE OLD PIECES OF SHIT! Keep talking about your subscribers because most of them are probably people with no lives who just sit in there room all day eating junk food and wishing they were good as The Wrestling Machine. Social media doesn't mean anything to me, I don't care about you. I don't care about the fans I ONLY CARE ABOUT MYSELF AND THE SPOTLIGHT WILL BE ON ME THIS FRIDAY AT BURNING DESIRE. THE RED CARPET WILL BE ROLLED OUT TO MY PAIN FOR PRIDE THRONE AND I WILL DANCE TO IT WHEN I BEAT YOU TWO TO A BLOODY PULP AT MY SHOW!

(Mike Showman is seen lying down inside his hotel room at London, England. He is wide awake however and is staring at the ceiling deep in thought. After some time, he gets up and shakes his head and turns his phone on. He goes to the EAW website and starts surfing it for something relevant. A Fighting Spirit 3 predictions thread catches his eyes as he clicks on it immediately and starts reading the predictions that people have made. After reading through the entire content, his eyes go large in disbelief as he tosses his phone aside and starts pacing up and down the room)

Mike: Wow! Now that’s fucking amazing. Out of all the fucktards who decided to vote in the predictions, only one predicted a victory for the People with Class? I mean seriously guys, what the hell are you smoking? You predicted that a disjointed team of Nasir Moore and Aren Mstislav ironically named ‘The Connection’ are going to beat the well drilled, well organized and well-disciplined team, the People with Class? The fuck outta here. Damn, I always believed that in the midst of all these stupid, pathetic and retarded people in EAW there are some who really are intelligent and smart. But hey, guess I was totally wrong. I mean, there are few like that no doubt but I always believed that that number would be bigger.  


(Mike stops pacing up and down and stops near the window, looking down at the streets)

Mike: But then again, it’s not the first time that someone in EAW has disappointed me. Ever since the day I got tangled in this so called ‘rivalry’ with Nasir Moore, I was greeted with new forms of disappointment each and every day because each and every day I have to deal with the same old bullshit of Nasir Moore and the awkward silence of Aren Mstislav. Wait, it gets even better because Nasir Moore now has received an amplification in his bullshit mechanism in the form of Soothsayer Hamsa. She has been feeding all those little ideas in his head which convinces him even more that he is some sort of supernatural killing machine. But yeah, this shit is really irritating me now. We, the People with Class were meant for greater things right from the day this team was formed.  Championships, fame and glory were all meant to be ours and that was not only to be restricted inside Voltage but also was to spread across all the brands that are present right now. Each and every time I beat those so called ‘tough’ opponents, I pushed my claim further in the single’s championship queue but there also was one Nasir Moore and Aren Mstislav holding me tight so that I can progress no more.

Look, there would have been no problem if I was facing Nas and Aren for the first time or after a series of thrilling matches in which both teams won or lost by fine margins. We beat those guys time after time again and in a dominating fashion and so quite frankly, it is getting boring right now. I beat Nas in a one on one contest and then I beat Aren as well and I was not the only one because my best friend Jon McAdams did the same. Not only that, we beat them in tag team matches as well and so the way I see it, that itself proves that no matter how hard those guys try, they will never be successful in their attempts to beat us. Yet, they hold us back. Yet, they prevent us from going further and challenging the current tag team champions or any other single champions. Because of their ego they are behaving like two little girls who simply refuse to resolve any quarrel by admitting the fact that one is right and the other is wrong, the other in this case would be your ‘team’. So yeah, we are being deprived from chances we deserve and all thanks to the so called ‘veterans’ who form the Nas and Mstislav Connection.

(Showman walks away from the window and lies down on his bed again)

Mike: Those guys are funny though, especially Nas because that little shit actually still thinks that we are at WAR. Fucking bullshit man! He is deluded just like his Soothsayer pal is. Now Nas, what you could really use to describe this match is an old and washed out team who rely heavily on past accolades trying desperately to gain some fame and notoriety by targeting the hottest team right now in this company. What you could really use to describe such a match is how two guys filled with ego can hinder the position of a greater tag team. You talk about beating all those ‘great’ teams Nas but here is the thing, none of those teams have taken you to the limit like us, the People with Class. We have got you completely figured out Nas and so, there is nothing you have that can surprise us now. You might talk about bringing the big guns and how you will completely go loose against us but when the match will start, it will be same old you, trying hard to prove that you are someone relevant in this company.

Nas, I understand one thing very clearly and that is, whenever you achieve something you like to think about it time and time again. You like to talk about it in every interaction you have because that is something that gives you a positive feeling. You see, beating Aren was a huge achievement because after all, he was a former World Champion. Oh and you missed another name and that is Eclipse, the most recent former World Champion and so yeah, that is another huge achievement. That’s the thing you know, that feeling is second to none and so yes, I brag about it a lot and continue to do so in the future and also, that surrounds me with positivity. But now that I speak about this thing, it occurs to me that you really wouldn’t understand it because you may have never had anything to celebrate about. Or you may had something but you were too retarded to understand it. Anyways, my point is, there was nothing in your life to celebrate about and sure, you might have won championships here and there but that isn’t anything special. I mean, I could have won a championship by now if you wouldn’t have interfered in our business time and time again. The thing is, you have no idea what special means and so it would really be unwise to comment on something about which you have no idea about.

You know what Nas? Normally I would end this shit by telling you to fuck off or telling you how I will devour you come the match but today, today I will be doing something different. I will actually wish you good luck for the upcoming match at Fighting Spirit 3. Yeah, I know that it’s really a weird thing from my part, wishing you luck and all but it’s been so long and so pointless that all the other feelings and emotions and gone. But yeah, I won’t be losing at Fighting Spirit 3. In fact, you might want to be prepared because the People with Class will be using all their strength especially because we are very close to Pain for Pride. So yeah, see you on FS3 Nas.

Have a nice day!


(Mike gets up and moves to the window once again and starts looking at the sky)

 
Playing games. That’s what Cleopatra is always interested in. She can’t even deal with the mess that’s growing around her feet. She was so scared of Stephanie Matsuda that she just gave her a title match. Please… she’s not even frightening. She has lost all control of her show because she can’t deal with HRDO and Tarah Nova. And I thought she was supposed to be some sort of a legend? No, here she is amounting to one big fat joke. She wants me to believe I don’t deserve a shot back at my title because I lost it. This would make a lot more sense if Cameron beat me one-on-one and I just flat out lost the title by normal means. But no, I defended the title, then was attacked by a random mob of idiots until Cameron ran down to rescue me… and then cashed in. That’s all history, but for her to look me in the face and tell me I don’t deserve a rematch is so laughable. She doesn’t even deserve to be the general manager of the show. Even Cameron is willing to fight me because she thinks she can just shut me up. But whatever, Cleopatra is deaf, dumb and blind to what makes sense for Empire. She just wings it from moment to moment and hopes to god HRDO isn’t around every corner ready to dropping the hammer on her and send her ass packing back to the retirement home. But Cleopatra has a sense of humor. She loves to throw curveballs when she can. She wants me in the ring doing what she wants me to do. She’ll get what she wants. But she’ll pay for it too.
 
Speaking of, hello miss Savannah Sunshine. I’m not sure we’ve even been introduced at all. But I have seen you on my screen hugging one of those pre-mentioned idiots who attacked me at the end of Grand Rampage. That’s all the motivation I need to rip someone’s head off in retaliation. But I understand you probably don’t deserve that kind of meanness. Everyone wants to point and say come on, this is the nice girl. She likes making friends and she likes giving hugs. I’ve been in your shoes. I mean literally and figuratively. I was what they see you as. I made friends easily. I had very few enemies. I gave my friends hugs after we shared the ring for memorable matches against each other, even as I stood there in defeat. I just didn’t want to be that person anymore. My competitiveness got the best of me. I couldn’t shake this feeling that when they were embracing me, I was supposed to be body slamming them or tossing them into the corner and preparing to give them a kick between the eyes. That’s just the way my mind started working. I’m sure you probably don’t know much about me, so I’ll spare you the history of it all. But I’ll say evolution changes us all in many different ways, and I and a few others were at the forefront of a revolution that allows you to come into this company and fight on a show where the women literally reign above all others. And I ushered in the second women’s title that I hope you will take your shot at eventually. This week we could play nice. I could giggle and laugh and have a good time as you title things with Star Wars references or watch you lash out back at me as I paint you as the good girl who isn’t ready for what I’m about to bring. But let’s just cut the shit. I’m not out to play the game like that. I’m just here to destroy and it literally doesn’t have anything to do with you personally. They could put any other man or woman in this company in the ring with me this week and the reaction from me is going to be the same: to crush without regard for my opponent’s safety.
 
Call me a woman scorned, I don’t care. When you reach this level there’s just no turning back. I played into Cameron’s plans for too long. I’ve played by someone else’s set of rules for much longer than I should have. This isn’t about anything more than personal justice for myself and taking back what I want. Something you’ll learn very quickly about me is I don’t care who you are or how long you’ve been here. You get the same kind of treatment from me regardless of whether you’re a living legend, a future Hall of Famer or a rookie in their first few weeks. That’s the only way I know how to operate. I don’t have the time to focus on you and what makes you tick and why you may or may not make it in this company. I don’t care enough to tell you to go home before you fail, because I’ve never been that person telling other women to turn their back and quit. I’ve spent the majority of my time here being spit on by people who didn’t want to see the game changed and the level of competition increased. They didn’t want an inclusive atmosphere where anyone who works hard enough can break through and steal some of their spotlight. They wanted exclusivity and I shattered their wall with a kick known throughout the world and then broke them into accepting it with a shoulder hold that’s made legends cry. Now Cleo is taking it upon herself to hold me down and even hold me back from taking what I want. She, like so many before her, will fail. I hope this is something you can take with you, too. No matter what happens this week, I hope you move forward for yourself. No matter who you’re hugging backstage or trying to break in the ring as you strive to reach your goals, never forget about you and what’s best for you.
 
I’ll admit today to not knowing as much about you as I like. But trust me by the end of this week we’ll be really familiar with each other and you’ll know exactly what it’s like to deal with the women who skate around the top of this division. What I do know is there’s a certain adorable allure to you because you’re so unique at the moment. I know you’ve noticed by now, but this division is chalk full of straight up bitches. There’s just a bunch of egotistical assholes walking around backstage and strutting their stuff to the ring like they ain’t shit and they already have it all. That’s just how things have gone since we got our own show. Half of this locker room is going to tell you they’re royalty, but only two can really call themselves an Empress. The rest of this group is going to say they are leaders, but very few have led anything other than their own careers down a dark path. The path to success here is a broken road that can only be achieved with a strong will and a heart that stays true to you. And even then, most of the time, that’s not even enough. I’ve been here a short time, but still long enough to know this division makes very few, and breaks so many more. It will wear and your soul more than you wanted to believe it can. But somewhere out there is a small glimmer or light that you’re constantly reaching for. And if you can get it a slight taste of that, you will never be able to fight away the insatiable hunger that comes along with it. I’ve been a champion two times in my career here, and never have I felt content. I’ve always wanted to fight for more. I don’t think that will ever stop. I might make some friends and lose some others along the way, but I will get back to that Women’s Championship and I will reign at the top once again. I don’t need some backdoor cash-in to do it either. I will fight any one on any day and I will beat them, just like I did as Specialist’s Champion. As for this week, well, Cleopatra has just given you a front row ticket to the Cailin Dillon experience.
 

Just remember when you walk back to the locker room on Thursday after the beating you take from me that this was nothing personal. Honestly, you’re cute as a button and for all I know you’ll hug your way to some measure of success some day. But right now I have no time for dealing with someone trying to make their name by upsetting a former champion. Know I have my eyes locked on you like I’m running a path of destruction through the Women’s Champion herself. I don’t care that your name is different or that you look far-less plastic than she ever will on her best day. I’m shaking off the shackles Cleopatra tries to put on me week after week and I’m putting these fists and these anxious feet to use in the best way possible. We’ll have fun on Empire, but I will do everything necessary to make sure I walk out Thursday as the winner of our match. Cleopatra and Cameron can spit on me and my journey back to that title all they want, but it will be a big waste of their time. In the end, everyone knows it will be Cailin Dillon getting the last laugh.

Burning Desire Promo #1


(The scene opens backstage at the Smoothie King Center. It's here inside the private dressing room of "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, that we find the self proclaimed Social Media Champion's agent Johnny J, busy at work booking a flight to Brooklyn. Suddenly his client barges in hastily with a sour scowl painted on his face.)

Michaels: "I can't believe this bullshit! Did you see what happened out there John?!"


(Jonny looks up with confused look on his face.)


Johnny: "No, what happened?"


Michaels: "I had just finished kicking the crap out of Anthony Leonhart, when Lucas Johnson blindsided me! Figures, he spent the two months ducking me, and couldn't muster up enough balls to accept my challenge to my face like a man, so he sticks his big, stinking foot upside my head, only then when did he find enough manhood inside him to answer the challenge I laid out two weeks ago. And to make matters worst, that B minus player Anthony Leonhart somehow got thrown into my title match simply by getting his ass kicked! I mean what business does he have with the New Breed Championship anyway?! In the past two weeks He's zero for two against both the New Breed Champion, and the fat ass who has his belt.

I beat Anthony faster than flash Of lightning. The man who pushed Lucas Johnson to the limit and came within a hair of winning gold, I beat him back to his halfway house dojo quicker than a hiccup! Anthony has come up short when it came time to face off against top tier competition, namely yours truly, so as far as I'm concerned his Overrated ass should be headed right to the back of the line in regards as to who is getting this title match at Burning Desire!

Now we all know he'll spew some bullshit out his mouth about how I beat his ass from bell to bell in a dishonorable way, but let me ask this, where was his great honor when he tried, and failed, to sucker punch Lucas? Before he goes on running his hypocrite sob story about how I gave him more screen time than he actually deserved, let me make one thing Perfectly clear, Anthony Leonhart lost tonight because he cannot compare to Perfection. So let Anthony step into the ring with me again, I'll bitch slap him back to whatever strip mall kids tae kwon do class he popped out of.

At Burning Desire, Anthony is gonna get ride all the way across the Brooklyn bridge on the end of my shoe. If he even thinks of trying to get in my way of getting my hand raised in this triple threat, I'll beat him so bad he'll look like he's been sleeping with the fishes."


Johnny: "Hope he's using protection."


Michaels: "No, not like that... you know what, never mind. The point is Leonhart better stick to playing pussycat and hide himself in a corner while the men settle some business that's been left unsettled for far too long. Anthony might think he's the king of the EAW jungle, but right now he's in the middle of the ocean with a great white shark circling who smells blood.

Anthony is gonna regret ever crossing my path, because Anthony is about to get beaten so bad, the Nets will good by comparison.

But if you're thinking I'm only focused on that French fuckhead, you better think again. See like I said before, I have a burnin desire to add the EAW New Breed Championship to my trophy collection. And to get that which I have pour heart and soul and sweat and blood and tears into acquiring, I have to beat that fat, bloated, cream filled son of a bitch, Lucas Johnson. Oh yeah Lucas, I can already hear him running his mouth about how he eliminated me in the Hell's Warpath match. He'll be going on and on and on at end's length about how he came Was the man who walked out that night with his hand raised. Oh yeah he will, but he'll comnvienty forget to mention about how I was one of the first two to start the match. About how I had been chokebomed, and hit with brass knuckles, and nailed in the balls with a cane. You know most men wouldn't even be able to continue on after that last one, but I fought and clawed my way to be amongst the final three. Meanwhile all Lucas did was enter in the match last, and pick up the scraps.

And that has set the entire tone for all of Lucas' title run. Every one wants to talk about Lucas the dominator, but did he beat Scott Oasis? Hell no he didn't. But I have. Did he beat Chris Paradise? Sure, but let's not forget that the only reason Chris was even in that match was because of my Screen Cracker. Did he beat Anthony? Yes he did, but you know what, so did I, and I got the job done in less than half the time.

Let's face facts here Lucas has been dominating he New Breed Division because he has been running and hiding every time he so much as hears my name being mentioned. Lucas might puff out his chest and try to act like a bad ass, but deep down he's nothing but a scared little boy who's been trying to outrun the ass kicking of a life time! He knows that the moment I got to step in the ring with him, his disgrace of a championship run would meat its merciful End. Well maybe not merciful, but it's End none the less.

That's why he pulled that sneak attack, because he needs an out, he needs fix to keep that title barely clung to his waist. You know the more I think about it, the more I'm sure that that why Lucas made this a triple threat match because he knew he couldn't beat me in a straight fight. So he went ahead and added Leonhart to this one so that he could pin him, and steal what rightfully slings to me again

Lucas has done all he could to prolong his time with my belt, but this Friday night, come hell or high water, I will beat him from pillar to post from bell to bell. Lucas is about to get torched in that ring by a raging inferno that's flames have been stoked by once again getting jerked around when the time came for him to step up and claim everything he's worked his entire life for.

The suits couldn't have come up with a better name for this special. There has been a burning desire in me to capture gold here in EAW since the day I first stepped in thru the door. I have been saddled with lame duck competition, all of whom I've sent back to wrestling at flea markets in front of fifty people. I have been denied a true one on one chance at Championship, instead i've been stuck in multiman car wrecks filled to the brim with Michaels envy suffering haters who all had it out for me. I have proven myself time and again of being the man who just when you think you have him finished can slap a Screen Cracker out of nowhere on ya and get the one, two, three. I am the absolute picture of perfection, yet I'm treated like one of the common slobs who sit around in the locker room and wouldn't know greatness if it slapped them in the face. Guys who know damn well that they're only their to get pinned and payed.

I am far and beyond any and all of those underdeveloped jackasses, and Next Friday I am going to prove it once and for all. With Pain For Pride just a stone's throw away, I am going to roll into MetLife Stadium as the reigning New Breed Champion, because that title should be held by legends in the making, future hall of famers, and men who possess that unexplainable intangible that will make them icons of the entire Industry who stand head and shoulders above the rest. The New Breed Championship represents the future of not just this company, but of the entire sport of professional wrestling. That is why I am coming to save it from the longstanding misery of being carried by mediocre mother fuckers who couldn't wrestle their way out of a paper bag.

I am coming to save that title from that jello mold in shorts Lucas Johnson. I am coming to rescue and restore the integrity of said Championship. I am here to make sure that sport continues to thrive by the people a champion who they can feel good about cheering for. And nobody, not Lucas, not Anthony, not even the board can stop me.

Lucas, you better bring your A-Game, because you're gonna need it if you expect to hang with me in the ring. I am going to show you what happens to sucker punching pricks who try to ruin my perfect face. You are in for the biggest beating of your professional career, hell the biggest beating of your life. That's right bigger than the time your daddy took the belt to you for dressing up in your mother's panties. At Burning Desire, I am going to wipe away your stain from this company. From the New Breed Championship, to the Dynasty live events, and every damn thing in between. Next Friday, you are facing off against the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero to millions all around the globe


These friends, followers, and subscribers know that I am the man who possess that unmatched combination of speed, strength, and technical prowess that have earned me the title of Perfect. I am the single greatest professional athlete ever lace up a pair of boots, and right now I am coming with a fire to claim that belt that sits on your shoulder. I am the brightest burning star that this company has ever seen and will ever see. I am he destiny of Dynasty and as such I will see to it that the title comes home with me. So Lucas, Anthony, you boys better start Picturing THAT!"


(Michaels walks over towards his locker, stepping out of the shot as he does.)

FADE TO BLACK

(Cloudy Thoughts)


“Hey, Steph…”


“...”


“Stephanie…”


“...”


“Mia!”


“Uh, huh?”


“You was zoning out there for a moment. You’ve been like this all week, but yet you won’t talk to me.”


“There’s nothing to discuss Emily- I’m going to war with Sanatorium.”


“Mia...let me speak with Eclipse. I’m sure-”


“That’s what he wants. That’s what Alexis wants, and I’m in their grasp once again. I know you were close with them, but Joseph is about to lose his grip on Empire-”


“Mia-”


“And he might just lose a wife.”


I’ll keep this simple Meagan Christine Vaughan. Yes, I’m referring to you by your personal name, because this is a personal predicament. We could’ve kept things civil. We should have limited this war to me getting back to you and your sisters because you laid hands on my manager. We bump heads for a few weeks, I own Alexis at Terminus, and then we all move on with our lives.  We could have left it there- hell, I didn’t even want your Specialist Championship. But, in classic Sanatorium fashion, you had to make things personal. You had to cross the line that separates Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda from Stephanie Mia Matsuda. You came into my home and messed with my family. You took a daughter from her mother- two people who I consider to be like my sister and mother respectively. I wanted to address this with Alexis, but she intends to wait for our dramatic conclusion at Terminus.

So now, I’m going to take out my frustration on you.

I need for you to know and understand what you got yourself into Meagan. Before you run that used mouth of yours, don’t give me one of those signature Brody quips. I’m not talking to Brody. I don’t care for the persona you made up to help you cope with your own bull*beep*. From here to Thursday, I’m addressing Meagan, the little bitch who can’t quite fit in. I’m speaking to the blonde - Nah brunette because I remember what your ass looked like last year - who throws herself at the audience because she lacks the social skills actually to be charming. I’m speaking to the follower who lacks her direction, so she has to depend on others to express herself. You claim I’m not on your level- bitch! There are no levels where we are! You broke the rules; THERE ARE NO MORE GAMES TO PLAY!

(breathes heavily as her face turns red with rage)

You lost the right to play games with me you tiny toon piece of *beep*. Right now, we exist in our space, between heaven and hell where nobody and NOTHING can save you from what I have planned! (spits) Thursday Night Empire will be in Brooklyn, in MY hometown, in MY hood! There will be no Cloud 9s, Cities, or Drives! No flips, just fists and kicks to that stupid little troll doll face! And the more you talk about putting Lauryn in a foster home, the longer your ass whooping is going to be! For every time you even mention my sister’s name I will break one of your stubby little fingers- try testing me ho! I am NOT Tarah Nova! I am NOT Haruna Saka*beep*ingzaki! I’m going to *beep*ing hurt you! I’m going to break your legs! I’m going to take what matters most to you- your Specialist Championship. Your lackluster reign will be replaced by my record-breaking first and only two-time reign! Your worst fear will come to fruition sweets- you’ll be forgotten. Nobody will care about you, and soon nobody will give a *BEEP* about The Coven. By my very hands, I will have eradicated you. Hell, why not stop there? Maybe I go for the Psych Ward next, or maybe I’ll just deal with Joeseph myself.

(mocking gasp)

Yes, I know who he is. I know about the boy who can’t get over his mommy’s death and the girl who promised to piece his broken heart back together. He associates himself with kids because he’s not MAN enough to deal with the world, so he takes MY baby sister from me!? A bunch of cowards, hiding behind kids like a bunch of bitch ass *beep*gas! Somehow that makes you evolved, somehow that makes you better!? I feel like I’m going to vomit! God, the more I think about this, the more I hate myself for walking that line! I should have just broken Tarah’s back and be done with it, instead of this lost odyssey with my emotions! I was such a fool, wandering aimlessly through the latter half of 2016, trying to fix this bleeding heart of mine. Only to run into 2017 and have it ripped out of my chest. By the likes of you of all people.

This is not a suicide mission Meagen. This is a god damn crusade. You might want to rethink your suicide bomber reference because you just walked into a jihad with the mother*beep*ing War Queen. You never fought anyone like me, nor will you ever will. My back is against the corner, and I’m sure if you ask certain old friends of mine that when I take it there, I don’t stop. Look at me Meagen. LOOK. AT. ME! (inches closer) You see this tired, baggy eyes? These are the eyes of a woman who is willing the set the universe on fire just to shut your ass up once and for all. I don’t care whether or not your defeat hurts Alexis- I just want to beat you! They can come out; they can not come out, I don’t give a *beep*! This is about taking what you hold most dear- and removing you from the one thing you’ve been dreaming about since you were a little girl- Pain for Pride. You’ll never make it to the grand stage as a champion, and you never will.  In fact, when I beat you, hold on to that thing for me. Let it be a cold reminder that the title you hold in your hand is fool’s gold. You only hold that record because you never fought me, and if I can dethrone my ex, then I can surely take that *beeps* off your hands!  

(shakes head)

There’s nothing dangerous about you sweets, no at least to me. You’re just a sad puppy that needs to be put down. You’re full of rabies- the shit in your old life you can’t let go. Rob me of my pride? This is coming from a woman without a spine- you stole a daughter from her mother ON MOTHER’S DAY WEEKEND! How *beep*ing low can you get? ‘Oh, there wasn’t anybody for her!’ Bull. You don’t give a damn about Lauryn. You’re just once again using a child to get back at a society you’re not strong enough to deal with. (hands out) You got me, Meagen. I used The Coven to get back at The Sirens- but Joseph already knew that. He knew why I joined. I was you four that couldn’t see the truth. I was there to be the muscle until I got what I wanted. I played second fiddle to The Coven- like I played second fiddle to Aria, Cai, and Tarah. Just like I played second fiddle to Haru’s dramatic bull*beep*. I’m done with all of that. I’m here to do me and when it’s all said and done as I stand over the bodies of you, Jocelyn, Alexis, and Madison holding the Specialist Championship while staring Consuela and her sister in the eye to let them know who’s next. 

I walk out of Brooklyn Specialist Champion and out of Metlife with both titles. Making history in New York twice in a row. They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. I made it in New York, so I guess I can make it past The Coven with ease.
I’m a survivor.

I’m the War Queen.

I’m Matsuda Stephanie, the Answer in Elite Wrestling.

You’re Meagen Christine Vaughan.

You’re just a scared little girl.

The pussy in a coven of witches.

VOLTAGE PROMO #1
 
{Greetings one and all!
 
Tis I…The Scribe!  Here to bring to you once again a tale of grandeur and majesty brought to you by my wise and powerful master…Zack Crash!
 
We find ourselves at the Crash Compound, which you’ll find is currently in a state of upheaval and disarray.  You must forgive my master the mess, for he is in the process of a remodeling project that has come to him in another one of his many visions.  At the moment he is in the living room, where he is spreading dirt, rock, and various plant life haphazardly around the room.  At his side is his most loyal and trusted servant Senior JJ.  Butler, cook, driver, and all around man of whatever Zack needs.  Although his loyalty is never in question, his faith in Broken Enlightenment is constantly in question.  Now is one such test.  He looks on in horror and exasperation at the home of which he spends countless hours and painstaking effort to keep immaculately clean, only to witness as all the work is destroyed by his employer.  Yet I am certain that my lord and master Zack does these things with great purpose.}
 
Senior JJ:  Sir, I know I already asked, but reminded me again why we are doing this?
 
{Zack answers Senior JJ’s question quite graciously, yet does not break his focus from his most important work.  He uses Izkandar to scoop a pile of dirt from within a wheelbarrow and drop it onto the cushions of his large sofa.}
 
Zack Crash:  Fool!  It has been dictated by the 7 Deities!
 
Senior JJ:  Of course they did sir.
 
Zack Crash:  By doing this to my domicile, I shall increase my connection with the Deity of Earth, thus shall raise my awareness of my surroundings at all times.  With her blessings and oneness with my “Damaged” spirit, I shall acquire yet another new ability, having 360 vision!  I shall see and sense things in all directions, forever removing me from the realm of surprise assaults upon my persons.  Would that not be DELIGHTFUL?
 
{Senior JJ bows his head and groans.}
 
Senior JJ:  Yes sir.  That would be most advantageous.
 
{A few scoops later and Zack stands back to admire his work.  The room, once pristine and elegant, now stands a mess and in shambles.  It is most beautiful!}
 
Zack Crash:  Yeeeeezzzzzzzz hahahaha!  I can already feel my connection to the Deities growing, much like these plants here! 
 
Senior JJ:  How very good for you sir.
 
{Senior JJ looks to examine his master’s work as well.  A small tear rolls down his cheek.  Truly he too must be deeply touched by the aura of Broken Enlightenment this room now perpetuates.}
 
Senior JJ:  When shall I begin the clean up sir?
 
{Zack turns to Senior JJ, aghast at such a question.}
 
Zack Crash:  Clean up?!  You would seek to ERASE such a important connection to the 7 Deities?!  One that shall increase my knowledge and power by UNTOLD amounts!!!
 
Senior JJ:  Sir I was just–
 
Zack Crash:  SILENCE FOOL!!!
 
{Seldom does my master yell, but when he does it is truly a scary sight.  Yet Senior JJ is a man of iron nerve, and does not appear at all taken aback by my master’s sudden outburst.  He simply bows his head in apology.}
 
Senior JJ:  Forgive me sir.  I shall leave this room in its current state (gulp) as long as you require.
 
{My master smiles, as he seems mollified by Senior JJ’s gentlemanly conduct.}
 
Zack Crash:  Excellent!  Now, what is next on our list of remodeling?
 
{Senior JJ pulls out a long list from his pocket, checks off yet another room, then scans the list for the next project.}
 
Senior JJ:  According to your list here sir, we are to move toward the…game room…in order to…place all furniture and pictures upside down…so that it may strengthen your senses for when they are compromised?
 
Zack Crash:  Ah ha!  Of course!  Then let us be off!
 
{Zack makes his way toward the large staircase in the foyer, which will lead to the upper floor and the game room.  Senior JJ follows closely behind, and myself closely behind him.}
 
Senior JJ:  Sir, I know this project is quite important to you, but I fear you have more pressing concerns.
 
{Zack stops abruptly.}
 
Zack Crash:  What are these “pressing concerns” of which you speak?
 
{Senior JJ reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a significantly smaller sheet of paper as compared to the list of household remodeling that needs to be done.}
 
Senior JJ:  Your coming match for Voltage.  I took the liberty of printing this off for you sir.  It’s a transcript of the words your next opponent, a Mr. Keelan Cetinich, has uttered about you.  I think they might interest you.
 
{My lord takes the transcript and quickly reads over the document.  His eyes widened with delight the further he scrolls down the page.}
 
Zack Crash:  Yeeeeezzzzz hahaha!  These are most illuminating!
 
Senior JJ:  I figured you’d think so sir.  So, shall I advise when postpone the rest of these projects until we have taken care of Mr. Cetinich?
 
{Senior JJ holds up the list in one hand and the transcript in the other.  Zack looks from one to the other, weighing the importance of each and determining which one requires more immediate attention.  Finally, he has made his decision.}
 
Zack Crash:  Alas!  It would be most rude of me to keeping my opponent waiting.  Lord Nero Maxwell has told me on more than one occasion that good manners are the hallmark of a soul blessed with Broken Enlightenment.
 
Senior JJ:  I’m sure he did sir.
 
{My master does not appear to notice Senior JJ’s sarcastic tone.  I shall make note of it and report it to him later.  But for now, I dare not break the intense focus and manic inspiration that has overtaken my master’s eyes and mind!}
 
Zack Crash:  Senior JJ…fetch the camera and meet me in the Room of Meditation!  I must prepare myself!  
 
Senior JJ:  Yes sir.
 
{Senior JJ gives another quick bow of acknowledgement and then heads off to accomplish his tasks, while my master heads toward the library in order to prepare himself for what is surely to become a war of the words.  Words that I shall dutifully record for future, “Damaged” generations!}
 
* * *
 
{Moments later, my master is ready!  He stands alone in a circular chamber, small and confined.  The room is air tight, not permitting any sounds of distraction from the outside realm for those sealed within.  This is my master’s Room of Meditation!  It is this space for which he comes to calm his mind and channel his thoughts.  But the room is not without adornments.  From top to bottom, the circular wall is filled with portraits, each with it’s own significance.  There are portraits of ancient and noble spirits, for which Zack channels when he needs their guidance.  There are pictures of his former self, so as to remind him of where he once was, so that he may better appreciate where he is now.  Most interestingly of all are the mounted frames that hold no images at all.  Zack uses these to input the images he needs in the moment onto them with his mind’s eye.  Currently to him they bare the image of famous killers.  Names infamous throughout history, such as Jeffrey Dahmer, BTK, Charles Manson.  Appropriate imagery for one who is about to take on a man who dubs himself “The Killer”.}
 
Zack Crash:  KEYLIN SETITCH…I KNEW YOU’D COME! 
 
Welcome…to my Room of Meditation!  Do you like it?  Tis a new and recent addition to the Crash Compound.  It is here, within these quiet walls, where I come to contemplate certain mysteries within the Shatter-verse.  Do you not feel it even now?  Broken Enlightenment fills this place with its aura and wonder!  Although I may feel the trials and tribulations of the mortal world while out there, I but need to come into this room to still my soul, and feel at peace once again.  I feel empowered here!  By the grace of my Lord Nero Maxwell, I feel my “Damaged” powers strongest while standing here.  Even now, though I speak to you via this camera, I can sense you across the great lengths of distance that is between us.  And I sense that your soul is not at peace.  It troubles me so, but I see into you now, and all I see is a man whose focus is divided, and his aura filled with doubt.  I must say that I appreciate the enthusiasm and respect you have shown toward me and my Broken Enlightenment.  Tis not often one finds a kindred spirit in this world of combat and treachery.  You must truly be a sophisticated soul to not openly scoff at what I’m certain are ways beyond your mortal realm of understanding.  So grateful and full of joy am I that I would, if I were there in person, spread my arms WIDE and embrace you as brother!  And you will find that my respect toward you is equally returned.  You are yet a youthful prospect whose destiny is yet to be determined.  I find it most WONDEROUS to be able to watch as it unfolds.  It is why it makes my heart heavy to have to say what I must now.  For although you speak with much confidence, I fear you’ll find it more to the side of foolishness!  You talk so easily of victor, certain that it is within your grasp.  Yet how can you hope for such victory when your attention is not entirely focused on myself?!  Your mind is littered with thoughts of retaliation on Terry of the clan Chambers.  This is a man I know very well.  He was but a subordinate of mine in my previous form under the banner of OMERTA.  I know his strengths very well, for I manipulated them to my benefit for many a day and night.  Yet I also know his weaknesses, and they far outweigh any of his strengths.  I feel you know this, yet you insult me by dividing your words equally between him and me?!  Even going so far as to give him first thoughts to your words?!  I feel you do not know who the true threat you face is!  He is not the foe you face this coming day of Voltage…tis I!  How effective will you be within that ring if you are always looking over your shoulder, preparing for yet another assault, ready to strike at him, yet leaving yourself blind to the forces of Broken Enlightenment?!  Heed my words that I speak to you now Keylin of clan Setitch, expel Terry of clan Chambers from your mind!  I am the one who deserves your full, undivided attention!  For if you do not come into our duel with a mind empty of any other thoughts, it will be only child’s play for me to exploit the weakness of your mind and turn it toward my grand victory.  For whenever I step foot into a ring, my mind is of a singular purpose!  I am always focused, always clam, and always set to the task at hand.  And my task this week is to mow down yet another in my journey to gold.  Tis a journey that has been long and hard to be certain, one filled with many setbacks.  But it was foretold by the Shatter-verse that I would soon hold gold in its name, and so I am certain it will come to pass and soon! 
 
I feel this is yet another place where I can yet offer you my wisdom.  I feel within your soul the weight of the many loses you have suffered recently.  It holds you down, making your every step heavier and heavier the more you allow them power over you.  You now question your abilities and your place within these hallowed halls.  I have been familiar to this feeling as well from time to time.  But through becoming “Damaged”, I have risen above such sentiments.  My loses, my victories, my humiliations, and my triumphs are all but steps leading toward a path of GLORY!  All that happens to me is but just another step taking me down the path I am meant to walk.  A path that has already taken me to many glories, as you have been so kind as to name.  But now I must ask you…are your eyes that of the divine?  Do you poses the sight of Nero Maxwell, able to see into and beyond the Shatter-verse?  Are you able to see what lies yet in store for me?  I say…you do not!  So how can you claim to tell one such as I whether it is time or not to “step aside.”  And do you not find it equally ironic that a man on a losing streak would dare to cast shadows upon my accomplishments as of late?!  Tis true, I hold not but a few victories to my name recently, but as stated by your own prattling tongue, my greatness is not in what I shall accomplish today or tomorrow, but in what I have already achieved!  My name stands immortalized amongst the greatest Wrestling that is Elite has ever seen!  I have held much gold around my waist, fought many a legendary battle and vanquished many worthy foe.  You have yet to even start your legacy, yet you would lecture me on greatness?!  YOU FOOL!!!  If winning is what you do best, then why have you not been able to do just that?!  You are but a squire trying to teach his knight how to ride a horse!  You speak with confidence and threats yet have nothing to back them up!  You presume too much!  Such presumption is to some extent to be admired, but must not go unanswered!  And answer it I shall once that bell of battle is rung.  I feel you shall feel the sting of defeat yet one more time before you are able to turn things back around for yourself!  Only take comfort that you fall at my hand and not any others, for this defeat shall be a learning experience.  You shall stand toe-to-toe with one of the greats, .  And perhaps in facing me I shall be able to ERASE your doubts and your failures from your mind.  Perhaps in defeating you, I shall your feet upon proper path.  If you are truly great and destined for great things, then it shall happen, for the mighty among us are judged by how we act in defeat, not in victory.  Regardless I promise you one thing…my time is not over yet!  I have many more things yet to accomplish, much more gold I will soon wear, and many more Great Wars to do battle in!  I am not some piece of old trash to be so easily swept away and forgotten.  I AM ZACK CRASH!  I AM THE NEXT STAGE OF HUMAN EVOLUTION!  And I am a stepping stone to NO man!  I am the bar for which young souls such as yourself must clear if they wish to survive.  So come at me this Sunday Keylin!  And let us find out together if you are truly the great warrior you imagine yourself to be, or if you will be ERASED from EAW history!                    
 
{Fade to black.} 

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mike Showman and I am a proud member of one of the most must see groups in the history of not only Voltage but also EAW, the People with Class. Now if I were to address the events of last week then I have to say that it’s all normal. Yep, me winning has been happening for the past couple of weeks on Voltage and by beating Eclipse, I have extended my unbeaten streak to legendary levels. Sure he was a tough opponent, sure he was a former world champion and the leader of the Sanatorium but trust me when I tell you, he was no match for me. Oh yeah, talking about the Sanatorium, now that Jon and I both have beaten Eclipse, the ‘leader’ of the group, it’s safe to say that the People with Class has successfully overtaken that pathetic excuse of a faction. To be honest, I never really liked the Sanatorium because it seemed to be a group Eclipse formed so that he could save his pretty little ass from getting kicked each and every week. It was formed just to make him look strong, to hide his weaknesses and did nothing to help his so called ‘followers’. But yeah, now that I have beaten Eclipse hopefully the members will start to see some light and move away from him. Hopefully they will realize that with Eclipse, they have no future because let’s be honest, they will never get title shots or big chances under his leadership. So yeah, guys and gals in the Sanatorium, this is your chance, leave him and go away. Go away far and start over and yeah, one important thing, don’t dare to cross our paths again because if you do, you would end up just like those other guys, the names in the pillar which holds my unbeaten streak in Voltage.

You know, there are guys who would actually understand my message and do what I asked them to do. They are intelligent guys, well actually not as intelligent as I am but yeah, you get the point. However, there are some who still would continue to follow that loser Eclipse just like little dogs. They would listen to his false preaching, attack people he orders like mindless drones and just be the idiots Eclipse would use to obtain personal trophies. Oh and they also suck his dick when he asks them to so yeah, total idiots. One such guy is Solomon Caine, a guy who is also a failure just like his master Eclipse. Also, he is a master of special effects, a guy who relies heavily on false things just to appear more intimidating to his opponents but when it comes to down to a real fight, he is a big chicken. So yeah, Caine, you want to punish me for striking at the head of the Sanatorium? Well let me ask you something first, do you really think that you should make threats like that to me? A man who has not been pinned in past couple of weeks? Do you really think that someone like you should talk about ripping a man from limb to limb when that man in question is currently the hottest commodity in Voltage? Caine, let me remind you of something, let me remind you of our past encounter at the KOE qualifying tournament. Remember what I did to you? Remember how I ended your dreams? Remember how you promised to do horrific things to me but yet in the end I got the better of you? Considering those events the thing you that should be doing right now is running. Yeah that’s right, you should be running far away from me because if I am capable of beating you alone then just image what would happen when I will be with my partner Jon McAdams. Yeah, he will be there with me when you face me this week and that is because we are best friends and best friends always stick together no matter what.

Caine, you might consider Sunday as the day of reckoning but no, you are wrong. That will be the day of destruction, your destruction. For long you have irritated me my friend. Your tricks, your antics have all pissed me off and I have always wanted to put a permanent stop to it. No talent assholes have no place here, especially in the watch of the People with Class and so, now that I have obtained this opportunity, I will destroy you once and for all. Your master Eclipse was no match for me and so what hope do you have of surviving? What hope do you have of restoring the name of the laughing stock known as Sanatorium? If I could deal such a devastating blow to him, I can deal an even bigger one to you and like I said, the day of destruction is coming. Trust me man when that day comes, not even your fake master will be able to protect you and they also won’t be able to hide you. After Sunday you will be just another name added to that pillar known as my unbeaten streak. Just like Nasir Moore, Aren Mstislav, Terry Chambers and Eclipse, your head will adorn my wall while the People with Class will march on ahead and continue taking Voltage to new and better things.

Just before I end this shit, let me send a short message to sweet Aria Jaxon and the so called ‘Connection’ because I don’t think you guys understood us properly. Guys, we are offering you a glorious opportunity, an opportunity of becoming the first team to be beaten twice by the People with Class. I mean, you guys will go down in the history books and who knows, you might sell yourselves later on by mentioning this particular achievement. Also Aren, I really did not appreciate that chair shot and so, I am sure you would understand when I rip you apart. Alright? Great! So yeah, please accept it and do something relevant for a change. Alright? Looking forward to the reply guys!

Have a nice day!

Voltage Promo #1


Wednesday, 1:13 A.M., Dublin, Ireland


(The scene opens on the city streets which are all but deserted. Off in the distance hangs the Spire of Dublin which sways with the howling wind. The camera draws closer to the monument, this time showing off its height with a shot that pointed straight upward. The camera swings downward to find a lone individual standing at near the base of the monument. His sinister face and bloodshot eyes are unmistakable, he is the man known as Solomon Caine."


Caine: "How the many gather to view with their own eyes the marvelous works of the hands of men. How the masses gaze up in awe of all that is crafted. How they do not recognize the frailty of that which they admire. How they known it that in but a moment all that they take pleasure in can be brought to ruin. But where the world gathers to worship stone and steel, you Mike Showman you have come to worship flesh, your own flesh. How foolish of you. For if even this great pillar shall crumble and fall, than what chance shall your body have at the end of ages?!

Oh yes Mike Showman, did you believe that you could strike the head of the great beast called Sanitorium, and not go unpunished? That it's claws would not seek you out and TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!

Did you think I would not remember how you slipped thru my fingers the last time we engaged in battle with one another? How I have been waiting for the day when you would be placed before me again. How with ever victory you collected to your name over men such as Nasir Moore, and yes even Eclipse Diemos, My heart filled with joy fore I knew that a great day of reckoning would come, and I would be the one who would bring it upon you. That day is almost upon us.


And what a great day it shall be. For while you have been built up in prominence and stature, my masters have only allowed it that I might bring about your downfall. they have renewed me in my quest, they have whispered in my ear the names of those who must be broken. They have told me what I must do to bring about their glorious reign upon this earth. They have brought you here before me again that I may rend your flesh, that I may paint your face with a mask most crimson, that the world should see what I shall do to you and weep and mourn for you!!!

The chosen hour is fast approaching and sooner than you realize, you shall experience a hell the likes of which have never been conceived by the human mind. Oh yes Mike Showman, I had warned you that there is no mountain to high or valley so low, that the ones who have sent me will not seek you out and lay their wrath upon you. For all who hath opposed them, or made mockery of them, shall be sought out and made example of. The masses of this world shall learn well what becomes of heathens such as you Mike Showman and that bastard McAdams! The eyes of men shall bare witness and attest to that no matter how great a force that rises up, my masters shall lay waste to any who would dare speak ill of them.

This Sunday Showman, this Sunday the world shall know that in their hands lies a power too great for any to resist, and their will too strong for any to deny. The world shall learn to respect the ones who have sent me, they shall cower in fear at the very mention of their names. They shall soon reveal to all the earth, the great and the meek, the strong and the weak, all shall learn that there is no greater power than that which they wield. You shall know this well Mike Showman.

You shall be brought to rack and ruin, your ally McAdams shall weep as he witness all that befalls you upon the altar of my masters.

He shall weep as he will on the day of fire!


This is your fate Mike Showman, this is the just reward you shall receive for all of the unspeakable evil that protrudes with every word you speak and every action you take. How the bitter cup shall run over when you partake Of it. You shall reap all that you have sown, and when you do, the eyes of the masses shall bare witness to their strength. For not even he who stuck down the head of the great beast, could ever overcome the ones who created it.

These are the words of the ones who sent me, and they must be so."


(The camera swing upward towards the night moon as dark clouds begin to roll in.)


The End

Dynasty Promo #1


(The scene opens inside the studio at 102.7 KIIS F.M., where the morning show with Ryan Seacrest is broadcasting live.)


Ryan Seacrest: "... and that's how much I hated working with Brian Dunkleman. You know sometimes I just wanted to bash his head in with a steel chair, something my guest for today has plenty of experience with. Direct from the Dynasty brand of Elite Answers Wrestling, he is the undisputed Social Media Champion, ladies and gentlemen please welcomes "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. Thanks for joining us here this morning."


Michaels: "Thanks for having me Ryan, though I'm sure the pleasure is all yours."


Seacrest: "Well umm... let's talk about how well you've been doing on Dynasty, last week you defeated Gambit in practically no time at all, how does a win like that help you in your quest to become the EAW New Breed Champion?"


Michaels: "Well anytime you can pick up a win in under four minutes it's bound to help you move up in any ranking. And what's more I think I sent a message with my win. Last Friday I demonstrated that no matter how much my opponent thinks he's in control of the match, no matter how much he's taken the fight to me, in the blink of an eye WHAM! I can turn the tables and nail a Screen Cracker for the one, two, three, (Michaels snaps his fingers.) Just like that. That's exactly what happened to Gambit, and it's exactly what's going to happen to any son of a bitch whose dumb enough to step in the ring with me till I've gotten what I deserve."


Seacrest: "Now you said that goes for anyone who squares of with you, does that include Anthony Leonhart? Because as I'm sure your aware you'll be facing him in your next match."


Michaels: "Oh I am well aware that I've got that French flag waving fuckface up next on the hit list. I'll tell you right now that I ain't sweating having to face off with him, in fact I am actually looking forward to it. See there is nothing I love better than to take these jackasses with over inflated heads, and teach them that you can't just cut in line for a title shot, over the single greatest talent that EAW has ever been blessed with. I have been putting in many more hours promoting this company, training in the gym, and giving first rate, top shelf matches that entertain millions upon millions each and every week. I've been here day after day, month after month. I didn't need to take six weeks off to reinvent myself for the fifteenth time. I've been here, day after day as exactly the one thing I have claimed to be since the day I walked in the door, absolute Perfection. But who gets placed in a match for the New Breed Championship? It sure as hell wasn't me. No, it was that overrated asshat Leonhart. And you know what the kicker is? When he was handed a golden opportunity on a platter, he squandered it. For all his talk about how he's a new and improved Anthony Leonhart, he ended up flat on his back just like always.

He keeps spouting this bullshit about being a roaring lion, be we all saw in that match with Lucas that he's nothin but a pussy!"


Seacrest: "Whoa! Gotta calm down there, the censors will be all over our asses for that one."


Michaels: "I don't give a fuck who your letting in the back door Ryan. What I care about is letting every last man, woman, and child know that I am gonna beat the piss out of Anthony this Friday night! If Leonhart knows what's good for him, he'd better skip his flight to New Orleans, because if he dares to show his face in the Smoothie King Center he's in for a bell to bell ass whipping the likes of which he will never forget. When he's old, and his little flag can't even reach half mast anymore, he'll sit down on the couch, and feel that tiny sting of pain that'll help him recall the night that he received an A-List beat down courtesy of Mark Michaels!"


Seacrest: "Wow, now if I can ask how will this match effect this challenge you put forth to Lucas Johnson?"


Michaels: "Remeber what I just said about winning a match in less than four minutes? Well you better believe it applies to this Friday night. See I have this Burning Desire to step out before a packed house at the Barclay Center, and in front of all my friends, followers, and subscribers in Brooklyn, take possession of all that has long been overdue to me. When I step into that ring on May nineteenth, There will not be a man alive who can stop me. Not Anthony Leonhart, not Lucas Johnson, not even that stiff Sebastian Monroe. Come Burning Desire it's not gonna matter who they put in front of me, because I am gonna run thru 'em like nobody's business! Burning Desire, man did they hit the nail right on the head with that one, because who ever ends up going one on one with me, is going to get fucking torched in that goddamn ring.

So let management toss whoever their pinning their hopes on to be the future of the company. I'll be more than happy to leave my boot print smack dab in the middle of their ass! I am the true face of this company, the man who will be Carrying this company for years to come. That is why I should be facing the New Breed Champion, that is why I should be made the chosen favorite of the suits back in Jersey, that's why I should be treated like a king instead of toiling away week after week with paupers.

I am the twitter Trendsetter, the instagram icon, the hashtag hero to millions upon millions from each and every corner of the globe. That is why I command an army of over forty four million and growing. Each and every follower I have gained recognizes me for my unmatched skill in the ring, and my unequaled charisma out of it. They know they I am gonna wrestle circles around Anthony Leonhart this week, and take another step in my quest to garner Championship gold and wrap it around my perfect waist. I stand head and shoulders above the rest of these overrated, overhyped, underdeveloped dick weeds who couldn't in their wildest dreams hope to best me in that ring, because like the old saying goes there is no such thing as better than Perfect!

I am hands down the single greatest professional to ever step thru the ropes. I am the destiny of Dynasty, and with Pain For Pride just off in the distance, I am soon to be the Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion. So let that limp dick Leonhart go on ahead and start to Picture THAT!"


Seacrest: "Well that about wraps up our time, thanks again for spending your morning with us mister Michaels, you've certainly made going to work with Kelly Rippa look a hell of a lot better. For Kiss FM this Ryan saying Seacrest out!"


FADE TO BLACK

So everyone is talking about the big TERMINUS Supershow, Battle Of Gods II, Burning Desire and the big return of who cares… They should be talking about the Ace of Empire. They should be talking about Azumi Goto and what my goals are by the time that PFP rolls around and where I see myself when the Show of Shows comes around to Metlife. Well who cares right now about PFP, we’ve got LOADS of time for me to climb up that rankings and be put into some sort of match at the event. I mean honestly it would be travesty if I wasn’t put on the card for Pain For Pride, it would be a disgrace in the name of this sport that THE ACE would be left out of the biggest show of the decade but right now, I have to deal with this match with my tag partner. Do you hear those two words? Not my wife, not my lover or even spouse but my tag partner because right now we’re professional wrestlers, our double life as normal people is right now put on the back burner and we have to remove the thoughts of any relations with people. I have to look at Haruna as a opponent who I’m at a truce with right now till the fateful encounter, and I know that I can beat her in a singles match. It’s just a matter of when it will happen but like I told her when she got back, no one will over shadow me now. NOT A SINGLE SOUL IN THIS COMPANY! Including my two opponents, and both of them seem like top tier rookies from their respective Indy scene but I could care less, it just added on to another couple of name from Indy Scene and throws them on to the list of people that I’ve beaten. Being from whatever part of the world, it doesn’t make you any more of a wrestler then I am. I’m sure that I’m better then what seems to be another punk-rock style wrestler and an eternal ball of sunshine.
 
The both of you are facing me, since apparently Rookies and newbies are that I’m getting that must make me the Gatekeeper around here. Seeing if any one of you is even worth the time to bother about, and honestly you two aren’t worth it. Maybe that’s me saying this but you truly. I don’t even need to train at all this week and I’ll still be prepared to be the both of you because I AM THE ACE! The figure, The Showcase Wrestler and when in that ring, I’m on levels beyond anyone! See that’s the difference, I get put into that ring, I will continue to showcase the drive, whether it be corrupted in the eyes of those people or not! I don’t care about that because right now, I have to deal with you two. With Haruna as my partner or even if I have to not care about her during this match.
 
It’s simple for me, my mentality going into this match. I will continue to win, no matter how brutal things will get for those that try to block my road to greatness. And if those first two wins were just the beginning of my road, and the end of it will be when I finally reach that mountain top and become Champ. By that point, I wouldn’t be surprised if you two would still be wandering around looking for some sort of way out of bottom. Try to leave past of Indy wrestling behind, or else there might be a result in this match that may look a little more like what happened MJ.
 
Either way, quick 2 minute or if it’s an hour long, it’s still a win for me.
 

It just helps my goals more then anything.

Ares Vendetta wrote:

Stark wrote:

great fucking card so far! i'm hoping to see a Hiromu title defense (I'm not entirely sure how the BOSJ plays into hiromu defending on this dominion card).

 
Pending he doesn't win BOSJ himself, he should be defending against whoever wins it at the show.

OH Okay. I'd expect Kushida to win this one, but assuming Kenny wins the IGWP HWC at Dominion, I don't think they'd have Kushida win too. Two HUGE moments in one night might be too much, then again it's not unprecedented.

Kushida is my #1 pick for the tournament, followed by Hiromu himself for #2, with Ospreay and Ricochet tied at #3, and Scurll at #4. It's gonna be fucking sick.

Does it make you cry? Huh people? Does the downfall of your so called ‘heroes’ absolutely frustrate you to the point that you all want us dead? If the answer to any of the above questions is yes then allow me to congratulate Jon McAdams and myself for a job well done. Last week, I told you all what was coming. I told you all that a fight with a well organized and well trained group like the People with Class would only result in a devastating conclusion especially for a team that has been patched up on an overnight basis just to generate some hype about their upcoming match. I told you all that Jon and I were friends and that our bond is stronger than the mechanical one of the ‘Connection’ but yet, those shameless, spineless idiots did not listen to our warnings and look where they are now. We beat those two down time and time again and now it has reached so far that they are at the point of irrelevancy. Why you ask? Because whatever relevancy they had, we stole it from them and we have added that to our own collection. Yeah I know that it’s not much but still, something is better than nothing. Now, before I move on to deal with some other business, I want to take this opportunity and send a message to Lance Hart and all those other guys sitting behind the desk and making all those decisions about who gets what here. Lance, we are the thing that keeps Voltage on the map right now in EAW. If it weren’t for the People with Class Voltage would have become stale a long time ago. So yeah, indirectly, we are the reason why you are still getting paid right now, we are the reason why you still have a job right now and so, don’t bore us with the same challenge week after week after week. I mean, sure this week I got a somewhat decent challenge in the form of Eclipse but yeah, we want the tag team titles. That’s the only thing that would give us the rightful and legal dominance over a dead division and so Lance, I don’t know what you go to do to make it happen, just make it happen because if you don’t, we might just take our talents and walk right out the door and head straight to either Dynasty or Showdown. So yeah, think about it will you? 

Alright haters, this week I face Eclipse Diemos in a one on one contest. Now I remember that the last time I faced a former World Champion, I went on to say how I should be cautious because I am facing a former World Champ and how I should take things slowly because one mistake would be fatal but no, not this time. Because this time, I want Eclipse to feel the heat, the heat of the People with Class. Yeah sure, he is a former World Champion but I am a man who has beaten two former champions on more than one occasions. Again, he might be the leader of the Sanatorium but let’s face it, who fears the Sanatorium anymore? I mean, after Eclipse was battered left and right by Drastik in that World title match, the group has lost much of their shine and at this moment, I can proudly say that the People with Class has taken their place. So yeah Eclipse, I don’t fear you, I don’t fear your antics and actions because I know that those are all illusions done in an attempt to overwhelm people. It’s a trick straight out of Solomon Caine’s book and so, nothing new. In reality, you are an average competitor and your inability to hold the World Championship clearly shows that your victory was nothing more than a fluke. Also, you can do anything you want, say anything you want about what I said but I simply don’t give a shit. I know that in that contest, I am the better man because recently, I have been unstoppable. I have won back to back matches against tough opponents and so if the locker room should be fearing someone, it has to be me and not some bearded freak who talks like a weirdo. So yeah Eclipse, I will beat you on Sunday and that victory will be the push Sanatorium one step closer towards extinction. Because when they will see their leader fall so easily, they will lose faith in you, they will abandon you and seek their own paths. But we? The People with Class? We shall remain united forever. We shall not break not matter how much someone provokes us because like I said before, we are friends, we are true friends and true friends stand untied no matter what happens. Can you handle us Eclipse? Can you break this force? The way I see it, you yourselves shall be broken if you even dare to attempt such a thing!

Voltage promo #1

Thursday, 1:01 a.m., Headwaters Forest.


(The scene opens on a half a moon sky hanging over the tall trees in the North Carolina Forest. The camera sweeps downward towards the sound of a crackling fire. As the the camera pushes in, a lone man can be seen sitting down besides it. He stares intensely at the flames as the camera continues to frame him in a close up that highlights his sinister facial features and bloodshot eyes. With out a doubt this is the man who strikes at his victims without pity or remorse. He is the man who unleashes his attack faster than a snake's bite. He is the man known as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: As the fire burns, I take comfort in it. Even though only a spark would set all that surrounds me ablaze, I still take comfort in its warmth. In its light. In its beauty. I take solace knowing that this fire shall not harm me, just as the one to come shall not. The world and all that is in it shall burn, but I shall remain untouched by its flames.

Oh yes, perhaps now some of you are beginning to see that all I spoke of was true. That my words were truly the warnings of the ones who have sent me. For those of you who have opened your eyes, welcome my brothers. For those of you who wish to gouge out your eyes so that you should not be forced to see what shall befall this earth, then to you I say that you shall all partake in the cup of bitterness as Ahren Fournier shall.

What keeps you so blind Ahren? Is it an addiction to all the pleasures of the earth? The food and drink that fills your mouth? The women who you would have act like harlots? All other forms of excess and pleasures that can be swallowed and consumed in some attempt to find bliss?

Or are you afraid? Do you fear the down fall of all that surrounds you? The great grand towers, and the marvelous statues. The highest mountain, and the deepest valleys. The finest works by the hands of men, all leveled and laid waste to. Is it fear that wraps a vale around your eyes that keeps you from seeing? Is it fear that deafens you to all that is plain to hear?! What is it that keeps you from comprehending all that my masters do?!


For twice now, twice, I have brought to you the end of ages. Once again, as they have before, the ones who sent me twisted and manipulated your hubris. They stoke the fires of your overconfidence until it consumed you. You say you had sent a message to Aria Jaxson, but here you stand an example of how my masters hand is always at work, and how all thing are brought together for their glory.


They handed you victory, and I but a single moment they pulled it away from you. They left you as a sacrifice upon their altar, and made you an example for the world to look upon and bare witness to their power. They made you their victim at the moment you least expected it. And yet you deny them as you always have. You do not give them their proper respect. You do not recognize their works. You Ahren Fournier are as great a fool as I have come across in all my years. What shall it take for you to awaken from this slumber? What shall it take to open your mind to the truth of their coming? Shall it only be on your deathbed that you cry out to them for their aid? If that should be the case, then I shall bring you to that ultimate fate. Then I shall be sure to put you into your grave, that you may finally be freed from the chains this world has placed around you.

Yes Ahren, I came not to destroy, but to free. To free the hearts and minds of men who may be found worthy. To break the bonds that hold them from seeing the glorious reign over this world. I came they they may avoid the horrors that shall make grown men cry bitterly in the streets. I came that they may be saved from the fire!

They have sent me to free the oppressed, and lay waste to the wicked.

Ahren Fournier, you tasted but the tiniest sliver of the power they wield. It cause you to fall to me in the war we waged last week, and it shall continue to be a stumbling block in your path forever more. Far past this battle we shall engage in, far past the day of Fighting Spirt, till the END OF AGES... shall you always be made to falter, shall you be made a mockery of in front of all whose praise and adulation you sought. I told you that the warning never changes because you yourself will not change. You choose to be counted amongst the most wretched and filthy of heathens. And for your actions you shall be made to suffer. All that you have planted with your mockery of my masters, and the actions you have taken in the name of your own vanity, you shall reap a harvest of woe for the rest of your days.

Listen and listen well Ahren, even if you are to defeat me at the chosen hour, know that the hand of my masters shall always be working to bring about your damnation. It shall always be lifting you up, that you may fall. It shall always be working to bring you to your knees and beg for their mercy. And it shall always be forever haunting you till the great and horrible day of fire. Till you are nothing more than ash and dust, they shall be undermining you at every turn.


Hear my words Ahren Fournier, for they are the words of my masters. With whispers sweeter than honey they have told me of the unspeakable horrors that shall befall you. These are the words of my masters, and they must be so."


(Caine stands up and steps closer to the fire. He turns his gaze from the crackling flames, to the dark night sky and laughs a wicked, evil laugh.)


The End.