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I guess I’ll start with you Ms. Sparks. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re the first to set this off. Just like you were the first to strike me. In fact, you’re always quick to jump the gun- or somebody’s jock. Crash, Eclipse, Senn- oops, is that still a thing? At least I started my own factions sweets! Formation, co-founding The Coven - with a snap of my fingers I can get whoever I want to rally behind me. But these days, I’m flying solo. Heh, the irony is that you could do the same! If there’s anyone on the Empire roster right now that can take the world by storm it’s YOU! Instead, you chase after the world, just begging for attention! Okay, we get it, you’re a special snowflake! The only thing NOT special about you is your lackluster Specialist title reign. Seriously, if Cleo wasn’t so consumed with her own power, you should’ve had ten title defenses by now! Instead, you fought two matches with women I left in the dust a long time ago. (shakes her head) Cai was a spectacular Specialist champ, and you dare compare her legacy to hers!? Technically even I defended my title against more people than you! It was a cute 30-day reign, but I’m also the one who ended bae’s reign. In a way, she’s lucky that she fought Alexis and not me- but eh, we’ll get more into that later.

You can go on and on about how badly The Coven kicked my ass, but all that shows is just how weak you all are. I doubt you’ll see the same results if either of you fought me on on one. The funny thing is I had no qualms with getting my ass kicked. I’ve said multiple times that I got what was coming to me! But nah, your salty asses can’t just be satisfied with an ass whooping. Maybe it’s jealousy. The idea of seeing me roam free, the first member of the Coven to leave the Sanatorium, the first to be forced out, and yet here I freaking stand! I’m no cult survivor by any means, but someone who desires more than what’s being given. Not because I deserve it, but because I know I can take it. This new found determination of mine required some time away from EAW before I planned my next move. But, as I sat there on the couch watching the events leading up to Grand Rampage, what I saw blew my mind. Here was the almighty Alexis Diemos practically pleading with the champ, trying to pull that sister BS. It’s good to see bae didn’t buy your garbage, because in the end she got jumped. Just like Mao, just like me. I wonder...is that what you do when you don’t get your way Alexis? Do you kick and scream like a kindergartner until your sisters come to the rescue? I won’t short change you though - you put on one hell of a performance. One that we may never see again. That’s the thing sweets; you’re capable of so much but you don’t know where to start. It’s the protective bubble of the Sanatorium. You believe you can have what you when and somehow the Coven or Psych Ward will provide, so you get lazy. You fought Cailin with everything you had and lost. Now, you want to take your anger out on me- someone you think you can beat. Don’t let my inner struggles fool you sweets- there’s only a handful of women- no, wrestlers who defeated me one on one in this company in one on one combat. Hell, there’s not even that many who beat me in multi-man matches. You're biting off more than you can chew dear.

Jocelyn! Give up being the new War Queen. Seriously- you have no right to take the names of others. Oddly enough, you’ve been quiet this whole time. I wondering if you even want the name to begin with. One thing’s for sure though- one day soon you and I will engage in battle and I’ll be claiming what’s rightfully mine.

Madison Kaline. The only woman in in The Coven to actually defeat me one on one. Then again, I did the same with you so we’re kinda even. The Madison I faced then is nothing like that Maddie I’ve gotten to know. That Maddie was a lone soldier, kicking ass and taking names. Ever since you lost the Vixen’s Title, you’ve never been the same. When Eris took that title from you, it’s like a piece of you went with it. A piece you’ll never get back.

Maybe each of you lost a piece of yourselves along the way. Not surprising considering that The Coven was a party of lost souls. I can help you find a way- right into my fist! Come Thursday, it’s time to wake up. It won’t be the same dog and pony show where the four of you narrowly escape and play the victim.

It’s Cloud O’Clock ladies. Run them hands.

Dynasty Promo #1



(The scene opens inside the private gym located in the Beverly Hills Mansion home of EAW, Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. It's here that we find Michaels hard at work bench pressing over 350 pounds.)


Michaels: "eleven... twelve!"

(Michaels racks the weight, as he does his agent Johnny J enters the room.)


Johnny: Mark?! Oh good you're here. Listen I wanted to go over a few things with you before we head o..."

Michaels(interrupting): "Not now John I'm busy."


Johnny: "Its kind of important and I really wanted to talk to you About it."


Michaels: "I said I was busy John!"


Johnny: "And I said I wanted to discuss an important matter of business!"


(Michaels picks himself up off the bench and stands face to face with his agent, a cold, intense expression painted on his face.)


Michaels: "Okay, now that you have my full attention, what the fuck is so goddamn important?"


Johnny: "Well how bout for starters, what the hell are you thinking when you had that little stare off with Lucas Johnson? Especially after you lost you match to Target Smiles."


Michaels: "Johnny, it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than some joker getting a fluke pinfall to derail me on my quest to become the New Breed Champion. Last week I put Lucas on notice that one way or another I am coming for that belt. I don't what I have to do, or who I have to go thru that fucking title is gonna be mine!"


Johnny: "You should have consulted me about it. I mean in case you haven't noticed Mark, you keep going after the New Breed Championship, and I think it's to the point of becoming an obsession. I think you've got your head so wrapped up in that damn title, that you're not focused on the matches that are being placed in front of you. Last week you lost to Target Smiles, the week before that Moongoose McQueen, before that you had no eliminations in the Grand Rampage. What makes you think that you're in the right place mentally to challenge Lucas?!"


Michaels: "You know something John, you're right. I do have an obsession with the New Breed Championship. You know we have this super show coming up called Burning Desire, and I can't think of a more appropriate name, because every single second that belt is not in my possession burns a hole in my stomach, and lights a fire under my ass! That's why I agree to jump thru the hoops and go along with these multi man car wrecks like Hell's Warpath and that Fatal Fourway. I'll play the little game that Sebastian Monroe wants me to, so long as I get what I want in the end.

As long as I get my long overdue shot at the New Breed Championship, then in the end it will all be worth it."


Johnny: "That's all well and good Mark, but I need you to pull back an it and see the big picture here. This week you're up against Gambit, and if you screw this one up because you're too focused on Lucas Johnson, than you may as well kiss that title match goodby because no one gives shots like that to losers."


Michaels: "Oh on the contrary, our dear New Breed champion himself was granted chance after chance, opportunity after opportunity, till he was finally able to drag his fat ass cross the finish line and claim the title. Hell personally I'm surprised that kiss ass wasn't just handed the goddamn thing by Sebastian Monroe. Hell if I would get half the hand outs that Lucas got, then you wouldn't hear a fucking peep out of me. But instead Monroe played favorites again. With a lackluster talent that he's enamored with... again. And when said champion stands toe to toe with an athlete who's been overlooked and underutilized, that title is gonna find itself wrapped around the guy whose been working his ass off just to get a shot. Meanwhile the one who was placed on the Pedestal, is gonna have no one to blame but himself for failing to realize that he just wasn't up to snuff when it came to being a champion."


Johnny: "Now see you just did it again, I told you to focus your energy on this match with Gambit, and you turned it into a spiel about Lucas Johnson. Wake up Mark, you have a match this week, and it you don't win there won't be a title match in the near future for you."


Michaels: "Johnny, I heard you the first time. You want me to focus on Gambit? The guy who's prostate is so large he has to piss at least three times as he makes he way to the ring. The guy whose only got a burning desire after he spends ten minutes with Dollar Dolly and needs a penicillin shit afterwards. The guy who as I speak right now, is probably cutting coupons for fixadent and depends. That's the guy you want me to be concerned about?"


Johnny: "What I want is..."


Michaels: "Whoa, whoa, whoa before you start let me say that I'm gonna kick Gambit's ass all over the city of Biloxi, and all the way back home to Brokeback Mountain. Gambit is in for a beating the likes of which have never been seen before. Because it is an insult to me to be placed in a match with some over the hill, has been hack, who has no place in this business. His time, and I'm being generous with that term, has passed, now is the era of Perfection, now is the era of Mark Michaels.


Once I'm done with that horse screwing son of a bitch, he'll have to go back turning tricks outside the men's bathhouse. I am gonna wipe the floor up with that grizzly, old bastard. This is no country for old men like him, and if he thinks that he is gonna be able to stand next to the hottest commodity on the EAW roster, well then he better get ready to get his ass burned in the ring. I am the absolute best thing that has ever happened to this company, and journeymen Schlubs like need to start learning that their place in this Industry is not to be in the ring with me, it's out there giving the crowd a match with other lesser talents so that they can use the can or grab some popcorn to stuff their faces with.

Gambit it far out of his league, and this Friday night I'm going to send him first class on the end of my shoe back to farm to shovel horse shit. Live in front of all my followers I will show Gambit, and the rest of the world, the skills that we made me, the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero to millions upon millions of friends, followers, and subscribers who recognized my greatness by making me their undisputed Social Media Champion. Followers who know that I am destined for greatness here In EAW, and with Burning Desire fast approaching, and the biggest Pain For Pride in history just a stone's throw away, They know that really big things are about to happen real soon. They know that the most liked and retweeted moments in EAW history are just a few short weeks away. And I intend to give it to them because I am the future face of this company. I am the am whose combination of speed, strength, and technique have made him the absolute picture of perfection. The man who is hands down the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots. The brightest burning star in this great sport of ours, and soon, oh so very very soon, the next New Breed Champion. So Lucas, Gambit, and every one else in the back better start picturing THAT!


Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of a work out."


(Michaels returns to the bench, and resumes lifting.)


Michaels: "One... Two... Three..."


FADE TO BLACK.

Tag Team? What a waste

Today’s wrestling companies focus a lot on the tag team division. They devote all their energies towards the developments of teams that can bolster their tag team competition and make shit interesting and profitable for the company as a whole. This happens in EAW too and as a result, we now have a lot of teams sprouting out from here and there with the either people cheering for them or booing for them and all that generic stuff. Then they battle for the tag team championships and eventually after everything is over, they break up with a vow never to re-join again. But of course that vow may turn out to be a false one because after many years they may come back again and try to recreate that old magic and while some may succeed, others and by others I mean the majority fail miserably. It’s all a mechanical process and it’s something that I really don’t agree with. I mean, shit like these violate the traditional and sacred rules of a tag team and that is, the connection, the bond that makes a team special.  Where the fuck is the bond in such a mechanical process? What kind of connection does that shit make? You two just team together and for what? Personal gains? Glory? Then why the fuck can’t you do that alone? Why the fuck do you need another guy with you for that? If you are so incapable that you can’t do it alone then you shouldn’t stick your ass here. This is no place for no talent guys and yeah, plain and simple, you all should just fuck off. We don’t have enough space to waste for the likes of you and so yeah, follow my advice and get the fuck out.

Friendship? That’s more like it

But yeah, you know, not all tag teams are like what I just mentioned before. There are teams who really connect in such a way that their matches are always a treat to watch. Their minds, their bodies and their moves are connected in such a way that it doesn’t look like they are two different beings, they appear to be one. Such teams should not be called ‘tag’ teams and be disgraced like those other mechanical beings that I was talking about. They should be called ‘Friendship teams’. That’s right, friendship team is the term that I would use for describing such amazing teams and yeah, when we win the Tag Team Championships, I will rename that to Friendship Championship. I mean, if the members of a team are not friends then how the fuck can a team be complete? The full potential of the team can be realized only when the members break all differences and connect to form a bond that is absolutely unbreakable. These teams will be successful no matter what the situation is and no matter how tough the challenge, these teams will always survive and in the end, they will get their rightful place among the legends. Friendship is the only way to make a team great but sadly, not all people are intelligent enough to understand it.

Like who? Like The Nas and Mstislav Connection

We are talking about a team that has been reborn not because of sudden strong feelings of friendship but out of necessity, we are talking about two men here who are way past their expiry date and so just to stay in the game they have decided to come back for one night so that they can combine whatever following they still have in order to generate some hype about their upcoming contest at Fighting Spirit. They might spend a lot of words in an attempt to prove that some mutual understanding does exist but don’t be fooled by that people because those are all lies. Nasir Moore and Aren Mstislav are expert liars and you all are expert in getting brainwashed even with the minimum of efforts. You all consider yourselves to be ‘experts’ in judging who the better man is and who deserves to be cheered on and why? Just because at the end of the day, you all return from your low paying jobs and then sit your ass down in front of your computer and whine away on the internet about how some people are getting ‘misused’ in this company? You all create your own fantasy matches claiming to be ‘experts’ but when it comes down to the real actual thing, you people chicken out cheer someone like Nasir Moore, someone like Aren Mstislav, guys who are proven spotlight stealers and boo me, one of the best newcomers in this company. Not only that, you all also boo Jon McAdams, the man who has proven himself time and time again against top names like Drastik, Eclipse. You guys have no idea what talent is, you guys have no idea what makes a superstar in this century but yeah, we don’t give a fuck about that. On Sunday you all will cheer for that disgrace of a tag team, wait, scratch that, we both want you all to cheer for them because only then, victory over them will be sweeter. Nas and Aren, those two guys are the real poison in this company but no matter how hard they try, they can’t supress me or Jon. No matter how hard Lance Hart tries, he can’t keep us down because we will break free of all the chains that binds us and we will become the greats we were destined to be ever since the day we started here. And you know why?

Because Friendship

Jon and I, we are friends. We share a common goal, an unbreakable bond and that’s 
what makes the People with Class one of the toughest teams out there. To add to that, we help each other in our times of need, just like real friends with increases our bonding. We are a cohesive unit and so, no one can derail us. Nas and Aren’s ‘connection’ might try but they will fail. Just like the rest of the tag teams out there, Aren and Nas will become our victims on Sunday. It’s quite simple you see, with Fighting Spirit coming soon, this is the prefect chance to show Lance Hart or anyone else watching that we deserve better, we deserve something more. I have beaten both Nasir and Aren in one on one situations and I really have zero interests in fighting them again and again. It’s a waste of my time and talents, it’s a waste of Jon’s talents and not to mention, it’s extremely boring! We came here for excitement and if Lance does not give us that, we might be forced to take things into our own hands and trust me, that won’t be a pretty sight. So yeah Nas and Aren, you two will be beaten on Sunday and after that, you can have your little match on Fighting Spirit. After Sunday, you won’t be our problem anymore because after we beat you, we will be focusing on bigger and better things, things that we should have been given to us a long time ago because of our immense talents.


See you on Sunday.

Voltage Promo #1


Wednesday, 2:45 a.m., Los Angeles, California.


(The scene opens in the downtown area of the city. The dark, grimy, and dirty streets stretch on for what seems like forever. The scene settles on San Pedro boulevard south of 5th street, outside the Union Rescue Mission to be more exact. It's here that we find a line up of the destitute and homeless waiting outside the mission's closed doors, all of whom hope to make it thru the night to get a meal in the morning. As the camera pans across the line of vagrants, it comes across a man standing with his back towards the camera.)


???: "You poor souls, how you spend your days in squalor. How this world has has taken all that it can from you. Rejoice I say to you. Rejoice for soon, sooner than you realize, this world shall be no more and your sufferings shall be at an end. Yes, for in the great and terrible day of the glorious reign, the ones who sent me shall cleanse this world of the filth that infects it. They shall bring a cure to the disease that has plagued all of humanity. The weak, the sick, the inept, the vainly, the greedy. All manner of Heathens shall be washed away..."



(The man turns towards the camera, his sinister facial features and bloodshot eyes are unmistakable to all who see them. For they are the ones that belong to The man known as Solomon Caine.)


Caine: "... in a flood of fire. Oh what happiness I shall feel on that day. My smile shall stretch from one ear to another. How I wait with anticipation their coming. How my heart longs for the rest they shall provide. How I shall be at peace when the filth such as Ahren Fournier has been obliterated from this earth.

Oh Ahren Fournier, here our paths cross once again. Why I ask must our destinies be so intertwined? Are we simply meant to clash till one of us meets our demise? Are we to do battle till the end of ages?!? Is it fate's will that one of us destroys the other? Or is there some greater purpose that each should play for the other?


I seek the wisdom of my the ones who have sent me. For they know all, and according to their will, they uproot mountains, and dry the seas. Their power knows no bounds and whatever plan they have for you Ahren Fournier, than I shall make it so. Whether they desire for you to be placed on a pedestal, or laid to waste on their altar, the will of my master shall be done.


Yes it shall Ahren. Whether you realize it or not, you play as much a part of plans as I do. You are pawn that they shall move in which ever direction they desire. Do not let the golden glory that you carry deceive you. Do not let it think for even even the briefest Of moments that they can bring forth an unending damnation upon you in an instant. Do not think that I shall not unleash the end of ages as I have before.


Think back to that day Ahren, remember well all that had transpired. Remember how even with the aid of that leach Drastik, how you were not enough to overcome my masters' power. YOU FELL ONCE, WILL YOU FALL AGAIN?! Will you continue to blind yourself to the works that take place before you? Will you boast in ignorance, all the while never knowing that you are just a stone's throw away from your body being crushed under their feet?

Learn from you past, for the lesson from your mistake is what shall prepare you for that inevitable future. Learn well that For all your strengths, you cannot overcome them. All the armies of the world cannot overcome them! Open your eyes, see past the Vail of this earth, know that the ones who have sent me have long decided our destinies. Know that they are nurturing the sensations in the hearts of men that shall bring about their glorious reign. They rose up a great beast called the Sanitorium, they bestowed its head with gold and glory. They have sent trials and tribulations to test that beast, to prove its worth as a servant. They desire only the strong, they shall have them.


And the rest of the heathen masses. Those who are made blind by their own greed, those who are slave to their vanity, those who are made weak with illnesses and infirmities, and those who Are weak minded. Those who are found to be festering infections upon this planet shall be consumed by the flood of fire. Their screams shall echo in eternity. Will you be counted amongst them Ahren? Will your blood run thru the streets asa river? Will your bones be grounded into dust? WILL YOU BE EATEN ALIVE BY THE FLAMES?!?!

Will you ever hear their message, or learn their truth? For if not, than how many more time shall I be made to deliver it? How long till whatever accursed chain between us is broken?! Are we to continue towards the kingdom that is to come, or shall we wage war against each other till we are made to be more humbled and broken than these souls who beg for the smallest of scraps? The altar calls us again Ahren, how long shall it thirst for you? How long till you recognize how what I have spoken is no delusion. When will you comprehend the power that my masters wield? Shall I take these questions to my grave, or to yours?


Hear me well Ahren, for all that I have spoken, has been whispered into my ear by the voices sweeter than honey. They are the words of my masters, and they must be made so."


(With that Caine steps out of the frame. The camera lingers a moment to capture the pondering look upon the faces of several of the vagrants in the line up. Slowly they start to stand and walk in the direction that Caine was Headed.)


The End.

(Chris Elite, Big Mike, some old thug friends from back in the day and a bunch of beautiful woman are all shown in a hotel room sitting down passing around bottles of Hennessey to one another all of them just listened to what Nobi had to say about their upcoming match)
 
Big Mike:  I can’t believe that loser turned down a chance to hang out with us B.   I mean what do those guys do for fun that he can possibly turn us down?
 
Chris Elite:  That’s what I’m saying but rumor has it they have good guy competitions.  They walk the elderly across the street if needed, they hold the door open for people that kind of stuff.
 
Thug Friend #1: They hold doors open? What is this the 80’s? Disgusting I tell you!
 
Chris Elite: That’s not all they do I heard they even give to the homeless… Without being recorded!
 
(Thug Friend 2&3 let out a loud gasp after hearing what Chris just said)
 
Big Mike: Oh please stop you’re making me sick is there anything worse than that?
 
Chris Elite:  Yes, Big Mike I hope you are settled into your seat because this next one might startle you. 
 
(Big Mike and the thug friends from back in the day eyes all open as wide as possible waiting to hear what other good Nobi and the rest of those virgins do)
 
Chris Elite: Okay… I don’t know how to say this but…  THEY WAIT UNTIL THEIR MARRIED TO HAVE SEXUAL INTERCOURSES!
 
(Big Mike immediately falls out of his chair and passes out all the Thug Friends and Chris Elite gather around him trying to wake him back up Thug Friend #1 pours some Henny onto his face as Big Mike wakes back up and realizes Thug Friend #1 just wasted 50 Cents worth of Henny)
 
Big Mike: Hey that’s 50 cents worth of Henny you just wasted B! Anyways though I can’t believe they do such things it hurts my ears.  It rots my soul I could never imagine doing such things.  Helping the elderly? Holding doors open? Giving to the less fortunate without being recorded?  I mean just when I thought that was the worst thing possible you go on and tell me they don’t have intercourses until their married?!? I think I need to go to the bathroom and wash my face off I honestly can’t believe this shit right now B deadass. 
 
(Big Mike walks off as two of the beautiful woman follow him into the bathroom as the rest of them along with the Thug Friends go back to doing what they were doing before they heard all this non sense Chris Elite looks into the camera though and begins to speak some more)
 
Chris Elite: The fans I’ve forgotten? Please they forgot about me after I lost that New Breed Championship I was getting little to no reaction by the scum we call the “EAW Universe” and it wasn’t my fault I was still going out there and doing what I had to do putting on great performance after great performance but that didn’t matter they still disrespected me they still ignored me and that’s when little by little it hit that the only true friend I’ve had the only person who never turned his back on me was Big Mike!  He’s more than just my body guard damn it he’s my best friend!  You guys can make all the homosexual jokes you want just know we see more woman in a day then some of you guys who make those jokes see in a month.   Nobi those guys aren’t your real friends and that’s why I tried to help you but like the idiot you are you turned down my offer and you stick with them.    Do you realize if you keep holding them down that’ll they just let you go as a friend and act like you never existed? Then after that these fans will forget you exist too.  If it wasn’t for Pizza Boy the rest of you clowns wouldn’t even have a job here.   Those “Precious” will not be there for you in a couple of months and I would have been Nobi but like I said it is at a fault of your own that you didn’t accept my offer now you pay the price.
 
(Chris Elite takes a quick jug out of the bottle of Hennessy before speaking again)
 
Chris Elite: Nobi this isn’t the liquor speaking everything that I’m about to say towards you is coming from the bottom of my heart.   Nobi you’re right I did beat you once and you know what your petty excuse was?  That I used a rope break and if it wasn’t for my robe break you would’ve somehow defeated me.  *Chris smirks* The only reason that rope break was used is because at the time I was a “Good guy” just like yourself and wanted to save you from embarrassment however next time you hit me with some shit “Finishing maneuver” I’m going to kick out before the referees hand even slaps the mat.    You said I helped you improve you’re A game and as flattering as that is I just can’t believe you.  How did I help improve something you never had in the first place?  It’s a B- game at most if I’m being nice and not even that Nobi is enough to beat me if I were to come out and just compete with my C+ game.   Also there is no need to kiss ass I know how strong I am I know how much of a tough competitor I am no need to shine my boots before I inject one of them straight into your jaw.   Regardless of what you say whether it’s mean or nice you will be getting the same treatment.  Maybe if you would have accepted the offer like I told you too it’d be a different story but since you stupidly denied don’t be mad at me once you and Lyuncrust are looking for your teeth after the match we have on Saturday.   Nobi unleash everything in your arsenal please at least help me make the match somewhat entertaining regardless though my hand will still be raised and everything that I said about you this week remains true.   If you are really looking to make your friends proud this week I’m sorry Nobi that’s going to have to be postponed for another week and another opponent because the only thing Pizza Boy and Lioncross will be and could be proud of is the fact you’re still breathing.   “May the best man win” trust me without a doubt the best man Chris Elite will indeed win.
 

(Big Mike finally comes out of the bathroom and seems to be himself again with the two beautiful woman on both his arms Chris Elite smirks at the camera one last time before it fades to nothing)

Six seconds. That’s all it took to prove my point to you all. How many more statements do you want me to make out of people before you all see my point that I am better than anyone you can think off? Doesn’t matter because I’ll make a statement out of them if I have to, I made a statement out of Cleopatra and made you people prove that I’m better than that Hall Of Famer. I told you all that I would end that horrible career of Gabrielle DeLion and I did that. Back when I was in the Control in the Vault Battle Royale, I told you all that I was going to win and I DID! When I got into that match with Cleopatra, I once again told you all that I was going to win and I DID! See my point here. Whenever I believe I’m destined for something then I tell you that I’m going to win and I do. That’s going to be my way to the top, not a single soul in that locker room can stop me. Including you, Miss Doom! You just won’t have what it takes to beat me; it’s not that you don’t have the skillset or that you aren’t talented enough. No, it’s because you don’t have what it takes to beat me right now… you don’t have the drive to get you anymore. You will be able to beat me one day once you spend more time in this system, once you forget that Indy side of yours, you should be able to do great things in EAW. There’s nothing wrong with being an Indy Darling but it doesn’t make you special. Everyone in this company was once an Indy Darling, and they left that past of theirs fade away into the background as they go on towards bigger success, like yours truly right here.
 
But that won’t mean that you can never achieve major success in EAW because you continue to show this past of yours. No, you will be something big but right now you’re in my way of being on the top, you’re not trying to point, you’re trying to get your feet wet in this giant pond we call EAW. As they say a small fish in a giant pond, that’s what are you are right now. Meanwhile, I’m at top of my game; I just made a statement in six seconds. I probably knocked out Gabrielle DeLion and she probably doesn’t even know where she is right now, cuz I knocked her out and put her out of her miserable career. Honestly, it’s going to take one knee to put you away and take you out for good. Nothing more and nothing less. I don’t want to be the early roadblock in your career but I’m going to be one because right now, my career means more. PFP is coming around and I’m not going to sit on the sidelines while others steal my glory away from me. Take what I worked so hard to earn in this company and make it their Pain for Pride moment. Nope, that’s not going to happen, MJ. You can be the one on the sidelines as The Ace claims her glory.
 
AS THE ACE WILL CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND CLAIM HER CROWN. While you can watch it all goes down, Rookie. First it was that no talent, Gabrielle and now it will be you. One Hizageri at a time, I will claim my spot and prove my point that when I’m in that ring. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN AZUMI GOTO!!! It’s the reason I am The Ace of Empire because I will go out there, and prove it because no one in this company as the desire to make a statement out of someone like me, no one is willing to prove their point and break the damn Glass Ceiling like me! That’s the damn truth because for so long that’s all I have done. I’ve had to overcome everything that has been in front of me to get bare minimum amount of success but now, it’s about that time where I work my way to the top of card on Empire like I truly am destined for. My rise has already started, I will brace the oncoming storm and use that storm as another stepping stone, you will suffer first loss here in EAW because Miss MJ Doom. The Ace Trumps All!
 


Icchauzo Bakayaro!

Dynasty promo #1



(The scene opens inside the Mediterranean style mansion home of EAW's Social Media Champion "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels. It's here on the patio that overlooks the Beverly Hills skyline, that we find Michaels sitting down across from his agent Johnny J, staring out into the Horizon.)



Johnny: "Mark? Mark? Did you hear anything I just said?"


Michaels: "Oh I heard plenty Johnny. Last Friday I beat moonpoop McJackoff's ass all over the United Center, and just because he gets a fluke pinfall, I'm stuck dealing with that masked mutt Target Smiles. I mean just how far does Sebastian Monroe have his head buried in the sand, to stick me with a pond scum level talent like Smiles. Just a few weeks ago I kicked the shit out of TLA and Pizza Boy, and left them laying in the middle of the ring at Grand Rampage. Now they're getting thrown into the world title picture, while I'm being held back in a preliminary match against some clown who will never amount to even half of what I will in both this company and this sport!

How long will I be weighed down by these clowns who aren't even worthy of lacing my boots? I am the most popular man on not just Dynasty's roster, but in EAW as a whole! And I'm not one who always agrees with whatever TLA says, but he did have a point last week when told that stiff Monroe to quit playing favorites, and let the real workhorses get their due. Let the me. Who have carried this brand on their backs, be the ones placed in the main event. Let the men who have spent countless hours promoting this brand, have their face printed on all the billboards, and flyers, and tv commercials. Let the workhorse be rewarded, because no one has put more of their time and energy and heart and soul into this brand. I'm the man who has been holding Dynasty to its high standards. I am the man who single handedly has made it a ratings juggernaut. And I am long overdue for being handed opportunities at main events and Championship gold.

But instead that all gets passed on to guys like Anthony Leonhart simply because he's been back for all of one week. Hell as it stands I should be added to the main event this week since not only did I knock the fuck out of TLA, but I had Scott Oasis running scared! I could mop the floor with both of them with one hand tied behind my back. Instead of being in my rightful place competing for a shot at the world heavyweight championship, I'm saddled with the curtain jerker. Instead of getting my first crack at Jamie O'Hara for greatness and glory that will live forever in record books, I once again have to dispatch of another low end asshole like Target Smiles.

You know the same one who just a few weeks ago I knocked into the next week with a screen cracker! The one that knocked his ass out cold and allowed Chris Paradise to steal my New Breed title shot! Let me ask you something John, do you know what's changed since that moment?"

Johnny: "No, I don't Mark."

Michaels: "Not a goddamn thing. I am still the best professional wrestler alive today, and Target Smiles is still the clown in a mask this side of El Ironico. Week in and week out he gets his ass handed to him by absolute nobodies. Meanwhile I am the man who tears thru the so called 'top Prospects' quicker than a hiccup. He is struggling just find any shred of relevance in this company, while I'm the man who has taken on the absolute best that have ever been on he red brand. Men like Hades, Mr. DeDeDe, Zack Crash, Scott Oasis, and Y2Impact. I've stood toe to toe with them all and taken every one of their best shots, and I'm still here waiting to take them again. I am battle tested and more then proven inside that ring. Target on the other hand, he seems like all the other masked attention whores. He gets everybody oohing and awing for a week, and then once the novelty wears off, everyone sees right thru all the bullshit and gimmicks. Past all the cockamamie shenanigans and theater. They see past all of it and look for what's real, and right here and now, there is not a single soul that is more real than Mark Michaels!


You know we got this super show coming up called Burning Desire, well right now I have a burning desire to smack Target Smiles so hard that his stupid mask flies right off his ugly face. I have a burning desire to leave a boot print on each of his ass cheeks. My greatest desire is to be rid of all of these overrated, overhyped, underdeveloped, sorry ass sons of bitches once and for all! I have had it with being tossed into preliminary matches with talent that won't even register as a blip on the radar of history.

I am going to squash that cockaroach Target Smiles. I am gonna send him back to the stocking shelfs and cleaning floors. This Friday night, I am gonna tear thru him like a hot knife thru butter. Smiles better get ready for an A-list ass whooping the likes of which has never been seen before! Now is my time to stand alone in the center of the white hot spotlight. Now is the time of my Ascension here in EAW, because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the hashtag hero to millions upon millions from each and every corner of the globe. Followers who know that my combination of speed, strength, and technical skills make me leaps and bounds better than peons like Target Smiles. Followers who know that I stand head and shoulders above every man and woman in that locker room, because I am The biggest cross over star that this company will ever know. My army of followers know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am the single greatest professional athlete to ever put on a pair of pads and step between the ropes. I am the absolute picture of perfection and there is not a single solitary soul who will be able to claim otherwise after I am done cutting out the fat that plagues this company. I am the future of this company, the Destiny of Dynasty, and the absolute picture of perfection. This Friday night, Target Smiles is gonna get a first hand look at exactly why, so he'd best go on ahead and Picture THAT!"


With that's the shot Fade to black.

 
After putting up with a week of listening to Cameron prove to the world that she is indeed mentally challenged, I get to take a break with her equally strange sister Carmen. Or is it Consuela? Meh, I really don’t care. What I hear coming from your family are the idiotic mumblings of someone who suddenly believes they accomplished something by pinning me after I was mobbed by a group of people who somehow now seem even less idiotic than you and your sister. Am I scorned at the way it went down? Of course I am. I knew Cam and I were playing this long ridiculous game with one another that would inevitably end in this moment. This grand spectacle where we turned on each other. The whole idea of the Original Gangster Vixens was doomed from the beginning. One member fled for greener pastures early on. The leader died. Cam essentially begged me to stick with her. She thought she was playing me for a fool. All along I knew she was waiting for that moment when she knew I was vulnerable from a difficult match. She’s the champ now, so be it. I’m not about to give up when I no damn sure I’m going to turn around and win it right back from her the first time I have a chance. She’s no goddess. She’s not royalty. She’s just a placeholder until I take back what’s rightfully mind. Champions aren’t made overnight. Only cowards show up in the middle of the night to take what’s not really there’s. In the end, the true champion will always prevail. That title is just another number to your sister. Her OG Vixen ass is going to have a perfect spot sitting in the nursing home after I take that title back. She better enjoy her drawn out celebration, because it’s all just leading towards her swan song.
 
And now to you, Thing 2. I had a few small things to get off of my chest before I addressed whatever it is you are. You’ve done some nice things lately, and as far as I can tell you aren’t headed down the exact same path as the other Ava. But when I see you, I see her. And I’m really, really fucking mad at her. So just imagine what it’s going to be like to step into the ring with an angry Cailin Dillon that isn’t beaten up by a crowd for you to take advantage of. Few people in this company will ever know what it’s like to fight like a champion and prevail, only to have a band of dumbasses unleash their frustration on you, and then an equally terrible person comes out and snatches up what you cherish. So that’s the scenario here, Consuela. You are Cam to me, and I want to destroy Cam. There was a time months and months ago, right before Empress of Elite, where your bitch of a sister told me I was headed for a career or irrelevance. She told me if I didn’t beat her, it was over for me. If I didn’t win Empress of Elite, no one would care about Cailin Dillon. She couldn’t even win the Empress tournament. She didn’t do a relevant thing in this company for months until she managed to win a Grand Rampage match at Malicious Intentions primarily made up of worthless pieces of trash that just shit in one hand and wish in the other when they promise the days of the future when they will be the leaders of this division. Eventually you’ll have your own chance to really make your mark in this division and hold a title that I established in this company. Don’t believe the hype that is Brody Sparks. I fought tooth and nail to defend that title week after week. She’s defended it twice in more than four months. After you fight me this week you’ll know exactly what you’re signing up for if you hope to be that title’s proud owner. I will beat you into oblivion and show you, and Cam, exactly what a true champion is. I will display for her ignorant mind how real, actual loyalty handles their business in the ring. I will show her what a real goddess looks like. I actually kind of like you, Consuela. But like I said, you just look too much like your sister for my own comfort. That’s why this week is the perfect opportunity to get a preview of what Cam’s goddess-like features will look like covered in black, blue and crimson. God, it’s going to be glorious. It’s just too bad Cleopatra decided to sacrifice you to be slayed when your sister is right there hiding behind her weekly appearances on the microphone.
 
That’s the thing, Consuela. I will slay you. I will rip you apart and enjoy every damn minute of it. That’s what happens when you piss off a real monster. And I don’t care what you might have on your mind, and that you might be training extra hard for your big match at Pain for Pride. I’d say it’s more of an if you make it there kind of thing. When I saw this match on the card, I just simply cracked my knuckles and sat back and grinned. I love the creative mind of whoever put this together to put you in the ring and Cam on the outside. Consuela, I’m not sure if Cam can even read what I’m about to tell you so please explain it to her. And soak this in yourself if you will. I’m going to break your spirit in the ring. And Cam, you’re going to have to sit there and just watch it. I want you to study it. I want you to remember this. Because it’s nothing more than a small glimpse into exactly what will happen in your future when we get the chance to fight over that Women’s title. What I do to Consuela in that ring will be a mirror image of what happens to you. I’m going to drag her around the ring. I’m going to pop her head with my foot just like a stupid Roc’em-Soc’em Robot. I’m going to wrap her up in the middle of the ring and pull her shoulder until it pops out of the socket and her dreams are crushed. And all of this is going to happen to little Consuela because of you. Every last second of this beating was signed, sealed and delivered from the moment you decided to creep your way into my moment at Grand Rampage. Here’s a clue for you, asshole. I don’t care what happens between now and Pain for Pride. Because of what you did to me at Grand Rampage I will make it my life mission to make sure you leave Pain for Pride with yet another crippling loss. It will be what defines your career forever and ever. I don’t care if you’re still the women’s champion or you’re just trying to find your way in some random ass match you trip your way into based on status alone. I. Will. Destroy you. And your sister is collateral damage. Just someone who was in the wrong place at the right time. So sit in your chair at the commentary table, and I hope you’re as uncomfortable as possible Benebitch Arnold, and just accept what it is I do to Consuela. But all along understand one thing: you’re next.
 

I’m not going to apologize for the fate that has been laid out for you, Consuela. I didn’t ask for this match, but I will gratefully accept the opportunity to fight in front of the fake Women’s Champion and show her how it’s actually done. I’m not a coward and I’m not an idiot. I’m bringing the fight straight at you and your family. You’re a cute little talented ditz who likes to run around and toss her hat in the crowd and skip around with that little smile on your face. I’m going to wipe that expression off your face so hard that you lose that smile anytime you think about climbing in a ring with me. Is this all personal? Again, hell yes it is. You might as well be Cam 2.0 or Cam Jr. in my head, and that makes you every bit the same as her. That makes you every bit as worthless as her. My fists are making reservations for your face this Friday at around 7 p.m. And my feet want in on the action, too. Nothing really changed at Grand Rampage. I’m still the true Empress of Empire. Your thief of a sister better keep my title nice and shiny, because I will come back for it and there will be hell to pay when I do. But for now, Consuela, it’s going to be you that has to feel the heat of this fire from below. You won’t just feel it either. Because of your sister… you’re going to get burned.

NO.......NO.............NO! HOW DO YOU? HOW DARE DISRESPECT YOUR CHAMPION LIKE THAT FINNEGAN? DID THAT HORRIBLE TAG TEAM PARTNER OF YOURS, HACKENSHIT TAUGHT YOU ANYTHING? YOU MAKE FUN OF ME FOR USING BRASS KNUCKLES WHICH WERE LEGAL IN THE HELL'S WARPATH MATCH BUT DECIDE TO USE A ROLL UP AGAINST THE GREATEST NEW BREED CHAMPION IN HISTORY? ...When that moment happened in Chicago I was having a meltdown and all you kept doing was laughing like it was a comedy show? What in the hell is wrong with you? I know why you were laughing Wakefield, and I am pretty sure deep down inside you know why you were laughing also....Finn, you know you basically got away with murder this past Friday on Dynasty and quite frankly it's a disgrace not only to me, it's a disgrace to the fans around the world and it's a disgrace to you. Take a look at yourself in the mirror because in the reflection right now YOU SHOULD BE LOOKING OUT BROKEN BONES, BLOOD RUSHING DOWN YOUR FACE AND BRUISES EVERYWHERE! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GO THROUGH YOUR BIRTHDAY WEEKEND ONLY FOCUSED ON GETTING REDEMPTION? ..All the drinks, all the girls and the rest of the party atmosphere was awesome and a good distraction but in the back of my head anger just continued to build up as I can't wait to rip you into shreds the next time I see you. I told you the one simple goal I have every week is to not only be the greatest damn wrestler in the world but to also inflict pain as much as I can on every single person on the roster and make them feel what I felt back in my childhood. With summer coming up....it's just giving me flashbacks to every-time I would stay with my grandparents. Each Summer it would be like a nice breath of fresh air as I couldn't wait to get away from the drama and be bullied free as I would step onto the airplane to Long Island from Atlanta. I would have the greatest time with my grandparents, I don't know if I should be talking about this but.....ughhhHHHH! Do you know what it's like? Leonhart? Finn? Dumb-ass Monroe? Do you know what it's like to be around your grandfather every-night that would slowly become an alcoholic? My grandfather was my buddy when baseball was on and would watch games all day like it was nothing, we even used to by trading cards. But the days he would drink it would just turn dark quickly....THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT, THIS FRIDAY WILL BE THE FORTY-EIGHTH DAY IN THE GREATEST NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN IN ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING HISTORY! It's pretty obvious that Monroe has his favorites and I am not one of them because why in the blue hell did Anthony Leonhart get a title shot? Who did he beat? Chris Paradise? The man that I beat in the center of my yard, in the middle of the ring to RETAIN the New Breed Championship! So what? A few weeks ago after one of my matches Leonhart made a bold statement by attacking me from behind and now all of a sudden he gets a title match? If this happened months ago I would have gotten a billion title matches!?! I quite frankly can't wait for this Friday...

Look at all the headlines we witnessed from the past week, The Pizza Boy winning the Grand Rampage match...Jacob Senn will be in this years Hall of Fame Class, Robbie V is done? Scott Oasis and Cage are back but the front headline all over social media won't be about any of those people. The front headline will be about myself and The New Breed Championship. The spotlight will be front and center on my beautiful face, the man who has been destroying the New Breed division ever since Reckless Wiring - Lucas Johnson ends the career of Anthony Leonhart. Blood, sweat and tears. NINE MONTHS IN THE MAKING! It all started last year at Pain for Pride Nine when I CARRIED THE NEW BREED DIVISION ON MY BACK WHEN THE POT HEAD PIFF FUMADOR, VENON - THE GUY WHO NO ONE CARES ABOUT, SOME OTHER VIXEN CHICK AND ZACK CRASH'S FORMER RIGHT HAND MAN JJ SILVA DIDN'T DECIDE TO PUT THERE PART IN AND DECIDED TO TAKE A SICK DAY! THEY DON'T ABOUT THIS BUSINESS LIKE I DO! ...For years now I've scratched and clawed to the point where I am today, I never gave up a day in my life and I am sure as hell not going to stop now. All I wanted to do ever since I was a little boy was wrestle, I've watched this sport ever since I was a little child and now I am living my dream BY DESTROYING PEOPLE LEFT AND RIGHT SHOWING THEM WHO'S YARD THERE STEPPING INTO! WHEN I ARRIVED ON DYNASTY, NO ONE WANTED TO EVEN LAY A FINGER ON ME NOW I AM SPITTING BACK RIGHT IN THERE FACES AND CLAIMING WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE, THIS RING IS NOW MY PLAYGROUND! ....I've seen it with so many people now...Vance Tybull, Dark Demon, Brett Kennedy, JJ Silva. The list goes on and on, these people claim they love the wrestling business but they just tuck there tail in-between there legs and run away from this company because they would rather pleasure themselves online or just be plain dicks to everyone. All I do is eat, sleep, spend my money at parties, hangout with beautiful women and wrestle. There is no off-season in this sport and ever since getting advice from my good friend Scott Oasis, the one goal I have and will forever, make people feel the pain I did back in the day and win championships. Right now I've checked those two goals off my list by making people feel the pain like Chris Paradise, back of the line! Cody Marshall, hasn't been seen in the reflection of my gold since Reckless Wiring, Wakefield should have been on this list but he uses a roll up to beat me? I said it before and I will say it again, he's simply scared! Kiss Monroe's ass all you want because sooner or later if you want to come face to face with the ruler of the New Breed division, you will find out you will pay for your consequences. Winning championships, I finally claimed the most prestigious title in this company today and that is THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP! Records are meant to be broken and quite frankly I don't plan on losing this baby anytime soon so Jamie O' Hara's seven month reign as champion will be looked in the rear view mirror because when Pain for Pride 11 comes around I will still be holding this bitch and no one in the god damn world will stop me. That brings me to Anthony Leonhart, clocks ticking my friend, Time is not in your favor because this week has been the worst week of my life especially YOU MAKING MY BIRTHDAY A LIVING HELL! I don't like being a caged animal but you made Anthony, once that bell rings hell will be unleashed as you will feel the pain. Your dreams of making it to Pain for Pride will come to an end because I will simply break your arm in half and end your FUCKING CAREER!

Well let me first off saying Grand Rampage didn't go the way I planned it to be....I had a great entry number at twenty-two but just couldn't get the victory as Voltage's Nasir eliminated me after surviving close to fifteen minutes. But sometimes you need to take a step back and realize what you have in life and be grateful and I am personally super grateful that I have one championship as the New Breed Championship is my life right now. Hard work pays off and NINE MONTHS IN THE GOD DAMN MAKING, I WON IT BACK AT RECKLESS WIRING! THIS IS THE THIRTY-NINTH DAY OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE REIGN IN COMPANY HISTORY! I may have a bump in the road on the bridge to Pain for Pride Ten at Metlife Stadium but Dynasty heads to one of my favorite cities in the world which is Chicago. No doubt in mind Chicago is one of the best wrestling cities in the entire world but all you cocky, fat, annoying pieces of shit that come from the windy city need to shut up for once and respect the champion that's trying to make this championship important again! THE SAME CHAMPIONSHIP THAT CODY MARSHALL DISGRACED! Cody tried AND FAILED to use his title reign to bump up his popularity to become the general manager of Showdown and look at him now? HE HAS NOT STEPPED ONE FOOT EVEN CLOSE TO MYSELF OR ANYONE ELSE ON THE DYNASTY ROSTER TO TRY TO TAKE DOWN THE RULER OF THE NEW BREED DIVISION! Now this week on the plane ride home from Barcelona, Spain I was like a caged animal on my flight because I couldn't wait to get back in the gym and let my frustrations out. Normally after a long weekend of traveling I wouldn't want to wrestle the following week because I might deal with jet lag but I personally requested a match for this Friday night! I didn't care who it was, once I got off my flight and landed back in Atlanta, I called that idiot Monroe and told him to give me a match so I can break people's bones and send them to the emergency room and have the doctors deal with any of the grown men as there crying for there parents. When I first found out my opponent for Dynasty I had to take a second look because I couldn't believe the name I saw. I couldn't believe how big of a pussy Kelly Hackenschmidt was! Kelly didn't want to feel the pain once again so he sent his Tag Team partner - Finnegan Wakefield. How cute Finnegan? You are like Superman trying to save the day but all fairy-tales come to an end Finn and I will put an end to you this coming Friday night.

I like how all of this is coming full circle for me because once I changed my attitude and started taking advice from Scott Oasis who is going to destroy Xavier Williams this week by the way. Anyway when I first faced off with Finn's tag team partner Hackenschmidt, he just got the better of me and in that moment I was fed up with how I was doing and how my performances was each week. I knew something about me needed to change and a couple of weeks before at a Dynasty show, Scott Oasis approached me and strongly considered his offer. Before I walked out of the ring that night with my head held down but then the light bulb flicked off in my head and I realized it was the perfect time to accept Scott Oasis' offer so I decided to turn a negative into a positive. The crowd was electric that night and in my head all the sound was gone and all I could hear was me getting pissed off and I just started attacking Kelly from behind. I heard the stomps on his head as he fell to the ground, then it was like an out of body experience. It was like someone pushed me to the side and did the attacking for me, I just saw myself locking The Machine Break in and two seconds later I was down on the ground had that son of bitch screaming and heard the snap right away and just still didn't let go. Flashbacks started rushing through my head as I was brought back to middle school when I was bullied and I just wanted to let that anger out that built for so many years, next thing I know referee's started rushing in begged me to get off of him but I didn't want to. I didn't want to let go, I wanted him to experience what I felt so many years ago and that's PAIN! Finnegan nice job to hear you watched Reckless Wiring all over again and FINALLY noticed I won the Hells Warpath match with brass knuckles. For your information, that was the weapon I was allowed to enter the match with so nice job smart-ass. It's also called doing whatever it takes to win, I don't give a shit how bad you've been busting your ass because I was just like you but I learned from my rookie mistakes and turned INTO THE CHAMPION THAT I AM TODAY! I AM MORE SUCCESSFUL THEN YOU WILL EVER BE IN YOUR ENTIRE CAREER! I AM GOING TO BE THE GREATEST CHAMPION OF ALL TIME, WHO NEEDS CM BANKS ANYWAY? THAT RETIRED PIECE OF GARBAGE! As for Anthony Leonhart, he is none of your business Finn. Once I am done with the piece of trash that you are, I am going to ruin Anthony's fifteen minutes of fame!

Voltage Promo #1

Wednesday, 2:14 a.m., Brisbane, Australia


(The scene opens on a dark, cloudy night. All is quiet along Edward Street, the faintly glowing neon signs that hang over the row of bars provide barely enough light to see what lays on the street. A group of bodies laying unconscious on the sidewalk encircle a lone figure. He stands with his head tilted upwards, his gaze cast up towards the heavens. The camera closes in, as it does the man slowly begins to lower his head. As he becomes framed in a close up his features are made clear. They are the sinister face and bloodshot eyes that can only belong to the one known as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "On the day of the Grand Rampage, the great beast call the Sanitorium was wounded. Its flesh opened by the filth, Its blood was drawn by the wicked, and the corrupt. The great beast was thought to be mortally wounded, but watch now as it shall rise up stronger. For now that it has had its gold and glory stolen away from it, now that the Heathens upon this earth rejoice at the failure of the messenger, now that they think the monster that my masters have raised up is dead, beware for before your very eyes it shall rise again and seek out all in its path, for it hungers again for flesh, and it thirst greatly for blood. The Sanitorium shall be made whole, and become stronger than it was before. The head of this great beast has been awoken from his slumber and he shall feed upon all who my masters deliver into his hands.

Oh yes, the ones who sent me are still at work. Even now at this very moment they are moving in ways unseen, they are gathering all that is needed for their plans to come to fruition. They need only to bend the will of men to align with their desires. They need only those who are strong, to step forward and serve according to their purpose.

I shall continue to do the work of the ones who have sent me. If they shall have me, I shall spread word of their coming. I shall crush all their chosen sacrifices upon their altar, I shall spill the blood of every horrid heathen who is placed along my path! I shall prove my worth to the ones who have whispered in my ear in words sweeter than honey, the coming terrors that shall lay waste to the empires of this earth, and the flood of fire that shall consume all that lays, down to the foundations of the earth! I shall prove my worth, I shall serve. And should I be found as lacking, than may I be the next to be sacrificed and a worthy successor take their message into the world.

Will you serve them Dred Arro? Will you do all that they command? Would you be willing to lay waste to men, and women, and children as they cry out in terror? Shall you be willing to forego all the pleasures of this world that you may keep yourself worthy of sharing in the glorious reign? Shall you be the bringer of the End Of Ages to all who have been twisted by vanity, and pride, and greed, and infirmity? Shall you rejoice at the coming of their fire? Or shall you be counted amongst those who shall scream in agony as they are eaten alive by the flames?! For they see great usefulness within you. They know you see past the vail that has blinded the masses of this world. They know that you seek not golden trinkets or coins. That you do not seek the adulation of the unclean masses. Your mind is free from those chains, and can hold all the secrets that they have hidden from the Heathens.

But you must decide quickly, for with every passing second doubt begins to sway you away. And the clarity of their truth is made like a dense fog. Decide now your fate, for they shall not be made mockery of by waiting upon you. Decide before they decide for you.

I implore you to save yourself from the woe and misery that this world shall suffer. I beg you to slay me and take my place if you can. Rise above your ineptitude, slay your demons that you might see their kingdom upon the earth. Destroy me that I need not destroy you. For if you reject them, they shall unleash their fury upon you. They shall make a demonstration of you, a warning to the world of what awaits all who refuse the calling of the ones who sent me.

Fall on your knees and offer yourself up to their honor. Muster all the might that dwells within you that you may be found deserving of their mercy. Do so or the bones that shall be broken, the flesh that shall be rended, and the blood that shall run like a river thru the street, shall be yours.

At the chosen hour, a choice shall be made, life or death. And it shall be made, whether it is you who decides, or the ones who have sent me. Make the right choice, spare yourself from the slaughter. Soon, sooner than any would realize, this facade that has blinded and enraptured they masses, it shall soon come to its end. Time is short, chose wisely, for any who have not served shall be made into nothing more than ash and dust that is scattered to the gentlest of breezes.

Take heed, and listen well. Do not turn a deaf ear to the words of my masters. Meet your destiny before it meets you.

This is the words of the ones who sent me. These thing they have whispered in my ear, and they must be made so."

(The camera pulls back as Caine steps out of the circle, not caring as he walks over one of the unfortunate victims. The camera holds as Caine steps out of the frame.)

The End.

(Mike Showman is seen walking through an unknown jungle. He has a stick with him and is wearing his normal wrestling gear. Soon, he reaches a cliff and after moving some steps forward carefully, he looks down only to see a huge drop. He sighs and just as he is about to back down, something appears directly in front of him. Mike rubs his eyes but he is unable to identify what the object is. After some time, the object starts to speak up)


Object: DO IT!

Mike (confused): What the fuck???

Object: JUST DO IT!!!

Mike: What the actual fuck is going on here??


(The object starts taking a shape and soon, Mike is standing face to face with an apparition of Shia LaBeouf)

Shia: Don't let your dreams be dreams, yesterday you said tomorrow SO JUST DO IT! 

Mike: Shia, listen man, I am in no mood for crap alright. Look, I have no idea how I 
ended up in a place like this and so, let me just figure out the way to get back.

Shia: Some people dream of success while you're going to wake up AND WORK HARD AT IT!

Mike: Dude, I work hard enough alright? Now I don’t need this shit from you so shoo! Go away! 

Shia: No, what are you waiting for? DO IT, JUST DO IT! YES YOU CAN!

Mike: Didn’t you hear what I just said you piece of Transformers crap? GO AWAY!

Shia: DO IT!

Mike: GO AWAY!

Shia: DO IT!

Mike: GO AWAY!

Shia: DOOOO IIIIITTTTTTTT!

(Shia’s apparition charges at Mike as tries to protect himself. He fails however and loses his balance near the cliff. He starts sliding down slowly and before Mike realizes, he slips off the edge of the cliff)

Mike: SHIT! SHIT! NOT LIKE THIS! FUUUCCCKKKKKKK!

Shia: DO IT!

(Mike wakes up from his sleep and sits straight up in his bed. He looks around and then he takes a deep breath. He then gets up and removes the curtain in his windows to see that the Express is moving at a high speed. He moves to the mini bar, grabs a drink and then sits down on his bed)

Mike: God dammit! Even Shia LaBeouf is invading my dreams. Fucking piece of shit! He even threw me down that fucking cliff! Fucking hell man! I feared this you know, ever since I got eliminated from the Grand Rampage, I knew shit would go down. Fuck man, I prepared so much for that match but in the end it came to nothing. To add to that, it was Nas of all people who eliminated me. Okay, he had help from TLA but still, he had a part in my elimination and now he is going to go all crazy and brag about it till the end of his wrestling career. He would count it as one of his biggest achievements because after all, the little piece of Chihuahua shit managed to eliminate one of the hottest members of the new breed. Not only me but also Jon fared no better as he too was eliminated and so yeah, not a good day for the People with Class. 

(Mike is interrupted by a text. He looks at the text and puts his phone down)

Mike: Just do it. Wow, now that bearded fucker Shia was holding nothing back even in that fucking dream! But yeah, he did make a valid point, there is no use dwelling in the past because those events will have no significance whatsoever in the things to come. I mean, if I would have won a title or the Grand Rampage then the past would have definitely mattered but no, it’s not the case and so fuck that. Time to look forward and actually transform those dreams into reality, just like Shia says. So yeah, I have just been informed via a text that this Sunday I have a match against Terry Chambers, the man who calls himself ‘God’s gift to wrestling’ on Sunday night Voltage. Yeah, he has been on a roll as of late and while any other guy on the roster who reject facing him, I will not. In fact, he is the guy I want to face at a time like this. Why? Because you see, I need something big, something powerful so that the people understand that I am not affected by that Grand Rampage setback. People need to know that the People with Class still stays strong and defeating someone as ‘dominant’ as Terry Chambers will surely send all the right signals. Terry, let me tell you something very clearly, you might have ‘snapped’ after getting eliminated in record time at the previous Grand Rampage, you might consider yourself has a dangerous man now but the thing is, you will never outsmart me. I mean, if you want to compare on a similar plane then, you were eliminated just after a record two seconds at the Grand Rampage last year while it took two men to eliminate me from this year’s Grand Rampage match. This should give you a clear idea about the man you will be facing but in case it doesn’t then do one thing and just watch the matches I participated in in the last few weeks. I went 4-0 up and demolished top names and so you, you aren’t going to stop that momentum. Terry, after I beat you, my name will once again be on the forefront on the Road to Pain for Pride, the People with Class will once again attract Voltage’s spotlight while you, you will just go on being an overweight and overhyped piece of shit who can’t deliver when it really matters.
 
Have a nice day!

Dynasty Promo #1


@PicPerfectMichaels has posted a status update:

"You know something, there's a reason why I hate matches like the Grand Rampage. That's right I hate these random entry battle royals where the only way to win is to stay in the ring, that's all. How does that make for a worthy challenger for world champion at the biggest event of the year? Everyone and their mother is going on and on a about how the Pizza Boy showed so much heart and determination and passion, all the while forgetting that I hit him with the Screen Cracker and dropped him on his ass! Had this been any other match (or at least any match where the objective is to beat your opponent) nobody would be giving a shit about that dough baking bastard. One. Two. Three. There is not a single shred of doubt in my mind it would have happened had this been an actual wrestling match. Instead I got denied my destiny by some jackass from Jersey whose image at the top when you google choke artist. That blind squirrel may have stumbled onto a nut at Grand Rampage when he sucker punched me on the apron, but like always he fell short of even the smallest of goals, when he got tossed out on his ass.

So now as My driver is delivering me to the airport, I am leaving all the bull crap that occurred in the Grand Rampage match in Barcelona, and I turn my gaze towards the U.S., and the future. The very near future to be specific, because the countdown is on, and Pain For Pride just keeps getting closer and closer, but before we get there, we have a few stops to make, like for instance The Burning Desire supershow, or sooner than that the Grand Rampage fallout show for Dynasty. And between the shocking returns, and results that we all just saw and tweeted about, this Friday night will be one that is sure to be the one that sets the tone as we ride along the road to Pain for Pride.


Now that road is long and hard and there are many who cannot walk it, one such individual is man by the name of Mongoose McQueen. Now everybody reading this knows I've made no bones about how disgusted I was that this man was essentially handed a golden opportunity for LOSING his match against TLA just a few weeks ago. And I think the world saw just why I was when he was one of the first 5-6 guys eliminated in the match. That's the problem with handing out chances like this to bums like him, they always end up being squandered on a pathetic peon who doesn't appreciate it because he didn't have to work to get it. And now after the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled and Grand Rampage is in the rear view mirror, we see just how much of a worm Moonjuice or whatever the hell he calls himself actually is. In a matter of a day he's gone from a man who though he could conquer the world, to a mopey little bitch who can't even be lift his head up long enough to do his own whining.


But what can you expect from a man like McQueer, he has been handed opportunities for nothing since the day he walked in thru the door. And each and every time he's been in a position to be handed the world on a sliver platter, he has managed to stumble over his own feet and fall flat on his face. And yet here he is again being handed another opportunity that most men would give their right arms for, he has been handed the opportunity to face the single most popular athlete in EAW today, live on worldwide television.

Me, the man who has stood toe to toe with hall of famers like Zack Crash, Methuselah, And Y2Impact. The man who took their best shots and came back for more. The Man who wrestled circles around them.

And Has he earned it? Of course not. But for some reason Sebastian Monroe keeps throwing life vests at the talent that can't swim in the ocean we call Dynasty. He does this in spite of seeing how well it worked with Lucian Black. He does this because he thinks that a lowlife like McQueen can hold the weight of this brand on his shoulders. Let me ask something, how can a man uphold the standards of a major brand, when he has no standards himself? When there is nothing about him that reaches to be tossed in with the lowest of talent on the Dynasty roster? Moon... you know what, it's easier to just call him asshole.


So asshole over there, he's nothing more than a D minus player that is getting handed more money, more marquee match ups, and more title shots, than the man whose followers across all social media have made this brand a ratings juggernaut. Where is my reward just for showing up? Where is the title opportunities without having to slog thru a dozen Michaels envy suffering jackasses? Where is the heaping mountains of praise for knocking TLA upside the head Pele style? Why is it that chumps get all the main events, while I'm stuck with mid card for life losers like Finnegan Wakefield and Momfuck McDouchbag. Well I will be damned if I allow this trend to continue. I will no longer allow the mediocre talent to pass up the greatest professional athlete to ever grace step into a wrestling ring. This Friday night, I am going to give Moonshine McQueen a bigger ass kicking than the Green Bay Packers give the Chicago Bears.

I am more than pissed at how often I've been overlooked in favor for the flavor of the month. I'm sick of getting held back behind the riddlers, Lucas Johnsons, and Goonmoose McFuckfaces of the world, and I amfixing to put an end to all the overrated, overhyped, underdeveloped, rat bastard, sons of bitches, who think that they can waltz in and steal my spotlight, and not get a right proper A-list ass whipping courtesy of the future face of not just this company, but the entire industry. I'm going to cut thru every last one of these small time schlubs like a hot knife thru butter. Maybe then some of those stiffs back at EAW headquarters will recognize me for everything I am, and if they don't, then I'll just have to send every last unfortunate bastard in the back straight to the injured reserve list till they do.


I am making it my mission to rise up above each and every piece of the dead weight I've been chained to, starting with McNugget this week on Dynasty. And as I make my way towards Pain For Pride, I'll be using every head I plant into the mat with a picture perfect as a stepping stone. There will be nothing, and nobody who can stop me from attaining every last ounce of greatness and glory that I am due, and I will receive it all of it at the biggest show of the year.

I promise that by Pain For Pride, I will make sure that each and every last jackass from the locker room to the board room knows exactly why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram icon, the #Hero to millions upon millions of followers the whole world round. And these followers recognize that I alone possess the Perfect combination of speed, strength, and technical prowess. My followers aren't like these head in the sand haters who try to deny that I am everything I claim to be. Those haters better start preparing for the Mark Michaels era of EAW because there is not a man in that locker room, not a single solidarity one, who can ever claim to be better than Perfect.
and what an era it will be. When I am crowned the face of EAW, when I am the embodiment of this company, this sport that I have devoted my life to, will see higher hights and greater gains, truly it will be the perfect era. And it will all be courtesy of the brightest burning star EAW will ever know. The single greatest professional athlete to ever lace up a pair of boots and step into the ring. The man who is the unquestioned Destiny of Dynasty, and most importantly the man who will be blazing a golden path to Pain For Pride, so GoneNoose (or whatever the fuck his name is) better start bucking up, wiping up his tears, and Picturing THAT! #EAW #Dynasty."


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Grand Rampage promo #1 (Solomon Caine)


Tuesday, 2:10 A.M., location unknown.


(The scene opens on a black screen)


???: "And here we stand at the threshold of a great feast of flesh. A stone's throw away from a war that shall claim twenty nine souls who have all cast their futures at the feet of fate in their bid for glory. Fools, each and every one of them."


(The camera pans downward to reveal a man whose sinister facial features and bloodshot eyes are known the world over as belonging to the most dangerous man in EAW, the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.)

Caine: "For it is only fools who realize not, that the ones who have sent have already chosen he whose victory would serve their purpose. He whose victory will set forward their master plans. And though they have not revealed to me whom they have chosen to grant victory to, they have told me their plan for me to lay waste to all who stand in his way. They have told me to bring forth their wrath upon the legion who shall fill their altar, and do battle before them in the Grand Rampage.

And so shall it be done, at the hour they have appointed, they shall pour out the full portion of terrors they have held for the chosen hour. And when their chosen has walked down the path they have paved before him, the world shall know of their power. The power to raise up a single soul to the highest heights. The power to crush an army underfoot like ants. The power to spare the one and drown the rest in a flood of fire! To he who has been chosen, be joyful on this day for yours is a great honor to hold.


And to the rest, woe to you. Woe for all of you have been blinded by your ambition. All of you have been twisted to the will of your egos. All of you have succumbed to your vanity. All of you are HEATHENS! You are all filth that must be purged from this world, and with this Grand Rampage you shall all receive but small taste of what you reap from the evil that is sown within your hearts.

Each of you shall receive all that you have given, all of you shall be undone by that which you desire. Listen well all whom seek to survive the Grand Rampage, for the words I speak to you are the warnings of my masters.


Do not turn a deaf ear to me Ryan Marx, do not commit the same mistake as so many others who have come before you. Open your mind to the truth, their truth, which is as undeniable as their strength, and power, and will. They have seen how wise you are, how you recognize that glory is bestowed upon those who possess the gifts needed to acquire it. That it take strength of mind and body, and the will to carry out what must be done in order to lead a great mass. But you deny the ones who give those gifts, and nurture them till they bare fruit. You deny that all things happen not by chance, but is in accordance with all that my masters desire. They alone have the power to raise up a great beast as they have with the Sanitorium. They alone bestowed glory and gold to its head. And when the time comes only they shall be able to strip it all away from him. Do you Marx, believe yourself worthy to be the one who strikes down the head of the great beast? Why should you? You have not acknowledged the ones who have sent me, you have not knowledge of the great feats and mighty works that they have preformed. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE TERRORS THAT THEY ARE SENDING!!!

Ryan, examine yourself, find that which is blinding you to all that is before you. Do so quickly for on the day of their coming, it shall be far too late for any and all who seek to be spared. Let go o

Zack Crash, how disappointed they have become with you. They have seen how you cling with all your might to the words of the false prophet, even after you had been slaughtered by Their hands thru Eclipse Diemos. It could have been you who would crush that vile scum Drastik. Instead now, you have become you twisted in your thinking that you must be obliterated, turned to nothing more than ash and dust. You threw away the rebirth they had give you, you squandered the opportunity to save yourself from burning in the street with the rest of their rotten world! Now your fcondemnation is all but sealed. They shall have you Zack Crash, and they shall once again destroy you. But this time you shall not awaken again. This time when they pour out their wrath upon you, you shall be broken beyond repair. You threw away your second chance Zack Crash, and now you shall parish with the rest filth that rest upon this earth.

It is such a shame that it has to be this way, but such is the path you have chosen, such is the end of the path you have chosen such is what becomes of those who turn away from the calling of the ones who have sent me. It is what becomes of Wretches like Jon McAdams, and Mike Showman, whom time and again I have had to Make examples out of. It is what becomes of Men such as Rex McAlister, Kelly Hackenschmidt, and Finnegan Wakefield Who blindly follow golden trinkets and the adulation of the masses, all the while never realizing the grave they dig for themselves.

It is what becomes of a man such as he who brings... Pizza. Boy you claim yourself to be a champion, one who rose up from the most humble of positions. Boy you are nothing more than a meek servant of the lowest slobs whose laziness Runs so deep within them, they will not muster up even enough strength to feed themselves. You are no champion, has it not occurred to you that the few moments of glory you had attained last year slipped thru your fingers like sand falling from an hourglass, because my masters see that you are not worthy of glory. As I am, you are a servant. I know my place in this world, at the Grand Rampage, you shall learn yours. When you are laid low, when you are humbled before the world, you shall know that it was the will of my masters that has forever bound you to your failures, forever chained you to your doom.


Think not that you should fare any better TLA. For all your bravado, you cannot dare stand against the power of my masters. For all your claims of having the spirit of a beast roaring within you, they have told me that you are nothing more than man who has deceived himself to be the one worthy of the honor of being the chosen one of the Grand Rampage. Take comfort in the excess of decadence that you have built a palace to. Lay with every harlot you may, partake in every manner to find a temporary bliss, for when The Grand Rampage has reached its climax, you shall bare witness to the works of the ones who have sent me, and you fall before your knees and beg to spared on the day of the glorious reign.


And of Nasir Moore, do not hold in high regard the words of the soothsayer. She is like clinging from one to the next that she might suck he life blood from those who have strength. She is as much a false prophet as Nero, and she would have you worship the same trinkets that she had captured Methuselah's eye with. She is not one who may speak of what the future holds, for she does not hear the voices of my masters. She can only lead you down to the depths of death and destruction! It is only the ones whom I serve who can save, it is only them who can bestow a lasting glory, it is only them who can grant a lasting victory. But tread carefully Nasir, for when they offer, they only offer once.


And of Nathan Fiora, how you have so rejected their truth. They have found fault with you. They have seen the vanity that tinges your thoughts. The addiction to attention that is behind every action you take. They know you to your very core. You would ruin their best laid plans, simply out of your envy. That is why they desired you to be taken out of the Grand Rampage. That is why they had me unleash the end of ages upon the concrete floor. That is why they desired you the be eradicated! And yet here you stand in defiance of them, have you that great a desire to meet your demise?! Have I not spoken plainly when I said that not even all the armies of the world cannot resist them?! What do you think shall come about from your actions? Do you not realize just how much more shall be done onto you?! You think the injury you suffered was unbearable, than how much more shall it be when you are eaten alive by the fire?!?! You think you knew mourning and sorrow when your flesh and blood was taken from this earth? You know nothing. But you shall when you lay witness to the empires of the earth falling, the great works and tall structures crumbling to their foundations, and the screams of women and children filling the air as they turn to ash before your very eyes. This is the fate that you shall receive and not one man or woman or beast can save you from it.

Those who shall join me in the Grand Rampage listen well, for all that I have spoken is the words of my masters, and it shall be so. "


(The camera lingers for a moment before fading out.)


The End.

 


 

 

 

I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Dr. Emmanuelle Gearhart. As a leading psychiatrist, my goal is to bring people like Elijah Stewart complete. This man has long been treated as scum, as a disease and a glorified fighting rooster. This will end now. Even though the Grand Rampage has been assembled and we must interrupt more intensive treatment so that he can fulfil contractual obligations, we understand that this exploitative behavior.

I can understand that most of you, the wrestling fans of the world and Elijah’s competitors, are skeptical. Why now? Why before the most barbaric gathering of human beings on earth would a man who the event would seem to fit the most suddenly desire to become…merciful? Why has this doctor, an Ivy League graduate, internationally published and ignorant of professional athletics and wrestling taken him under her wings.

I believe in potential. There are some sources, whom I will not name for fear of outing them, who feel that Elijah could become a great champion here. That is not my wish for him and I don’t think competing on the road is healthy for him mentally or emotionally, but it’s his choice. He has inferred to me personally that his desire to conquer EAW is as great as it ever was and believes that the Grand Rampage will be a fine first step.

Another question that some of you may have is where is Alana, his concierge? She has been relieved of her duty effective immediately. Bookings, obligations, interviews, everything that happens with Elijah Stewart will be overseen by myself. This was not of his choosing but rather of the organization that employed Alana in the first place. The view, from what I’ve been told, is that she has become far too negligent of this man…given him too much slack.

What to expect from Elijah? While I’m sure he will be as strong and dangerous and tough as ever, it is my hope that now he will be able to control his more violent urges. This is a man who was on death row and wound up in prison again after being released for torturing someone. By all accounts, including my own, he should not be free. But he is, and I will do everything in my power to make sure he doesn’t offend again.

I look forward to meeting all of you, the wrestlers. Not because I yearn for company, but because this lifestyle is curious to me. I have always wondered what drives certain types of people to do what they do. Elijah, like many of you, seem to possess sociopathic and narcissistic tendencies. He however seems to take a more perverse, unhealthy and unproductive approach to solving problems both in the wrestling world and in the “real” world, for lack of a better term, compared to many of you. It’s my hope by studying and observing all of you, I may be able to find useful information to help my client be completely rid of these demons that seem to torment him.

This is all very sudden, I know. For him. For you all. For me, even. But while I am responsible for the mental health and well-being of my client…. I’m not responsible for your safety.

Anthony Leonhart.....Mister Leonhart simple question for you? I am going to ask you one question and I expect you to think about this question real hard in the coming week or two. The question is why? Why? Did you not hear me? WHY ANTHONY? DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT HAPPENED AT GRAND RAMPAGE? WHAT I DID TO EL IRONICO? TO CODY MARSHALL? Did that go through your idiot skull of yours? Huh? You two rules in my rule-book Anthony, number one - attacking me from behind! What kind of human being are you attacks someone like me from behind? How about you show some respect to your champion? Are you just bitter you can't connect with them? The fans? Are you bitter that you plain just suck? You can't win the big one, you can't WIN THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS TITLE IN OUR SPORT TODAY AND THAT IS MY! NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP BELT! You're stepping up to the ruler of The New Breed division and it's going to take A LOT to throw me off my throne because as far as I'm concerned I will be the last ever New Breed Champion in history. March 11th - exactly one month ago today at Reckless Wiring, the biggest night in my life happened when I not only won BUT I DOMINATED the Hell's Warpath Match against all the rest of the newbies. It might have been a car crash for the rest of competitors but for me? It was just a walk in the park as I came, I saw, I DOMINATED! Cody Marshall - the champion that everyone thought was going to rule the division to the promise land got kicked off the throne after using that title as a pawn to bump his career to become the General Manager of Showdown? A few weeks ago Marshall claimed that he will get his rematch for the title as soon as possible but look at this picture now? EXACTLY ONE MONTH LATER FROM THE NIGHT HE LOST THE TITLE HE DID NOT EVEN LAY A FINGER ON THE DYNASTY DOOR'S TO TRY AND TAKE THE TITLE FROM ME! Cody doesn't give a damn about the fans, Cody doesn't give a damn about the New Breed Championship, he's a selfish little bitch that wants to follow his dreams in becoming a politician. People need to face the facts while all those statements are not only facts but they need to realize that Cody Marshall and the rest of the New Breed Division is scared! They are scared to step up to the ruler and try to take his gold but that is just not going to happen. I am the thirty-eighth person in Elite Answers Wrestling history to win the New Breed Championship and this is another fact you disgusting human beings need to realize is that I am going to be the last ever New Breed Champion you will see EVER because I am not losing this title anytime soon! ....So back to my point Anthony, that was rule number one. Do you want to guess on what ruler number two was? HUH? You ruined my title ceremony! MY FIRST TITLE DEFENSE WAS SUCCESSFUL AND YOU RUINED IT BY ATTACKING ME FROM BEHIND! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT ANTHONY?? What happens if you won the New Breed Championship and right as that weight is lifted off of your chest and you say to yourself "Wow I did i-" Before even you could finish your thoughts, BAM! From behind I land that F-5 or lock that Machine Break in, I snap your arm and I shatter your career into a million pieces. Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever thought about everything you worked for in life, you finally made it and just like that within seconds your dreams go from fantasy to reality and then the dark cloud rises above your head and darkness fills you for the rest of your life. You let yourself down, you let your parents down, your brothers, sister, YOUR WHOLE FAMILY DOWN TO THE GROUND AS I WOULD SPIT RIGHT IN YOUR FACE AND YOU WOULD BE FORCED TO VACANT THE TITLE AND EVERYTHING YOU WORKED FROM SINCE YOU WERE A TEENAGER DIED AND YOU WOULD THEN HAVE TO BAG GROCERY'S FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. The biggest difference between myself and you Anthony is that you actually give a damn about the fans of Dynasty. Guess what? I was a scared little kid when I walked through the Dynasty doors and embraced the fans every week, trying to use that adrenaline and use it against my opponents but guess where they got me? No where! Going straight back to my old childhood where it felt like I was losing everything so quickly because I was bullied for not being good at sports. Once I got into High School I promised myself I would not only try a sport but I would play it and learn it to perfection. Wrestling was the sport i fell in love with and still am today, still learning every single day but you New Breed fellows? HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO BECAUSE ALL YOU GUYS ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! I AM THE REAL DEAL AND THAT'S WHY I AM THE NEW BREED CHAMPION, NOT ANY OF YOU! Fast forward through High School and into college I not only was a damn good wrestler but I became THE NCAA DIVISION ONE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AT THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY! 

A black lion mask? Really Anthony trying to make sure he's the lion? Does he realize that I was the Young Lions Cup holder? I was the person who made the New Breed division great again around here. Why am I still focusing on that non important piece of trash anyway? I should be focusing on Grand Rampage, this weekend I could submit my ticket to the main event Pain for Pride 10 at Metlife Stadium. I will be the first person in history to walk out of Pain for Pride to become double champion wearing the New Breed and World Heavyweight Championship. If any of those New Breed jobbers want to show up in my match? My match that I am guaranteed to win it's open season because I will give them an all expenses paid trip to over that top rope where both of there feet will hit the floor and there main event dreams will come to a close. Now we got others in this thirty-men match like Lars, Kelly Hackenschmidt, Nasir, Zack Crash, TLA. The list goes on and on, I don't care who's the underdog, I don't care who's the odds on favorite, I just simply don't care who else is in the match up. You can have surprise entrants in this match like Hades or even a shock factor like CM Banks. No one is going to stop me, NO ONE IS GOING TO RUIN MY DREAM AND MY GOAL TO MAIN EVENT THE BIGGEST PAIN FOR PRIDE IN HISTORY, THEN I WILL BE THE FIRST EVER DUAL CHAMPION AND RULE DYNASTY WITH THE IRON FIST! Lucian Black can complain all he wants about his loss at Reckless Wiring or how he wants to throw up every-time he looks at himself in the mirror but his time is up and it's someone else's time to grab that brass ring. I'm not here to grab brass rings, I am here to open doors and kick the damn door in, I am here to lay the pain down on everyone else at Grand Rampage. I don't care if your Mark Michaels and the rest of these Dynasty rejects, someone like Stark from Showdown so I can send him back to the dark hole he came from and make sure he never comes back here ever again. Or even someone I looked up to when I was coming up here in developmental from Voltage - Zack Crash! Zack I don't know what happened to you over the past year or so but you ruled Omerta like it was nothing with JJ Silva and company, I always wanted to stand by your-side and take this company over with you but now your damaged? What damaged goods? Your no longer fresh? Your no longer relevant? You are this crazy dude that wants to erase everyone on Voltage including Eclipse? But guess what Zack? You just plain suck now, you are nothing like you used to be and you couldn't get the job done! YOU COULDN'T CAPTURE THE EAW CHAMPIONSHIP AND I KNOW DEEP DOWN INSIDE IT'S EATING YOU ALIVE AND I KNOW THAT EVIL ZACK CRASH IS IN THERE SOMEWHERE AND I WANT THAT CRASH TO COME OUT BUT YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT WON'T BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SEND YOU PACKING BACK TO VOLTAGE WITH NOTHING! Every single person on this roster did not give a damn about me before Reckless Wiring and even thought I stood a chance against the rest of the New Breed competitors but look what happened? I BECAME YOUR NEW CHAMPION! This weekend is no different, eight days before my birthday on April 15th I will prove the haters wrong again. The road begins to the show of the immortals and I will claim what will be eventually be mine and that is the main event spot at Pain for Pride TEN!