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Topic: EAW Promoz! | Victor Maero
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 17th 2016, 10:32 pm | Maero walks through on the grounds of the Sanatorium with his face painted. He walks slowly and softly. He rolls his neck on his shoulders. Oz watches from a window inside the Sanatorium. Maero pays no mind as he walks to the warehouse containing the training ring.“Tin Man,” Oz whispers. “Who’s inside of you?”Maero stumbles into the building containing the ring. The chainlink cage around the ring is broken at certain points. Maero goes up to the wall mirror and looks into it, seeing the Wendigo Smiling back. Maero hits the mirror softly and then backs away slowly. The Wendigo smiles and waves at Maero. Maero nods back as he goes through one of the holes in the cage and rolls into the ring. Maero walks over to the wall farthest away from the mirror and grabs the cage on that side. He pulls his face near to the metal.“I’ve defeated my demons,” Maero says softly. “They fight not just for me, but with me. My demons are not external, they are a part of the very fabric of my being.” Maero pushes away from the cage and slides out of the ring. He runs back up to the mirror and pounds on it. The Wendigo stares back at him, unfazed.“You hear me!” Maero screams at the beast hidden inside his reflection. “Do you hear me? I beat you! You fight for me now!”“I always have.” The Wendigo’s voice comes from the glass, he speaks calmly and with a smile. “A beast must always test its master. The master is either strong enough or-”Maero cuts him off. “Or what?”“Let’s just say I would’ve needed a new master.” The Wendigo chuckles.“You are me.”“Of course I am. Or wait, was that a question? We’re one being, Vic. I’m just the shrapnel cannon you hide under your skin. I’m the one you aim at an opponent and tell me to destroy them. I’m the one you hide from. But we… yes us, the two of us, make up Maero. Together we’ve been set free.”“We…”“Do I need to make this any clearer. Call me when you want to destroy something. Call me when hellfire isn’t enough. Call me when your enemies need to be ripped asunder. Call me when you want to destroy.” The Wendigo licks his lips. “Just thinking about it gets me excited.” He smiles wide. “You’ve set me free, and in doing so, have set yourself free. Now go on, work out the rage inside of us. Let me drive.” The Wendigo dissipates from the mirror placing its smile over Maero’s face. Maero touches the new addition to his war paint carefully before walking back toward the ring.“I won’t let you overpower me,” Maero says.“Where would be the fun in that.” The Wendigo replies through Maero’s lips. He runs his hand down his face and nibbles on his ring finger. “Mike Showman thinks that we suck Eclipse’s dick, hmm? Nice, go for the jugular. But I can assure you there has been no oral. I’ve been in this guy's head, I think I’d know. No, no, no. The only oral around here is this verbal vomit you’ve decided to give to some actors. You can't keep an apex predator like me at the bottom of the food chain. You think that a bottom feeder like you is any match for us? Oh how the young dream. If Maero had fully adopted me into his psyche already I’d tell you we actually have multiple PhDs, but why would anyone give a fuck? His smarts are only a fraction of why we’re here. It’s the scars on our body that got us here, not the plaques on his wall. Us, we, our, I like this. The whole two in one thing I mean. I’m a fan. I’m sure Maero is ready to absorb me into his mind, but those preparations aren’t done just yet. Because I’m in the driver's seat I’m able to say whatever I want. Not what we want, what I want. So Showman, I finally get to tell you that you’re not a real threat. No, no, no. You’re prey. You’re the bottom of the food chain. And when I kill you off the fat cats at the top are going to get just that little bit thinner. You’re step one, Showman. And I’ve been itching to take this step. I’ve been itching to sink my teeth into someone. We can fight all day Showman. After all, I love to play with my food.” The Wendigo licks his lips and drops onto all fours. He crawls over to one corner of the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle.“Who else is in this match? Hmm? Who else is a threat? Danny Noxx is here. But Maero defeated you twice, the fuck do you think you’re going to do this time? And Jakob DeLion. is here too? I’m sorry I was unaware that this match itself was a joke. You think that we follow Eclipse blindly, they all do of course. But guess fucking what! And even when he didn’t he wouldn’t follow Jesus himself blindly. We have vision. Together we see more than you could ever dream of. If ever there was a blind man in EAW it’s Jakob DeLion. The Man of a Thousand Shitty Nicknames. Add that to your giant collection. No matter if you reach out to me, no matter if you beg for mercy, I promise, I will break some part of you. Legs? I’m liking legs. Have fun playing soccer now asshole. I say soccer because they’re just as good at being big crybabies as you. Someone barely tapped your shoulder? HIT THE DECK AND SCREAM! That’s exactly like you. I know Maero would prefer that I beat around the bush with you, but my hate is far too great to do anything but be straightforward. You’re a parasite, and I’m the treatment.” The Wendigo leans his back on the cage making it rattle. He looks on the empty ring and imagines the chaos that will happen on Saturday night. He licks his lips in anticipation.“Solomon Caine, hmm? The man with the demons that are just outside his body. The man that thinks we bow to Eclipse Diemos. And the man who thinks I control him. Oh friend, let me make this plain and simple: We are free. We are free to choose, we are free to leave, and we are free to fight however we like. And right now our choice is to win this match and destroy you. You think that the hellfire you see frightens me? You think the rage of your gods scares me? Do you know what I am? I might call myself a demon. But I fight with Maero. I’m part of him. Together we are the purest form of human. We feel fear, rage, pain, happiness, all that good stuff. We will always ask why, and we will always follow our own path. We will never fall under someone else's control. You can follow whoever the fuck you want Solomon, to each their own. But don’t bring the authority of your gods here and claim we should fear them. You call me a heathen? Damn right! I wrote the heathen’s handbook. I called it “Heathen-ing for Dummies.” You have no idea who we are, Solomon. You think that we’re being controlled by every element of our life. But no, there are no strings on us. We may be a heathen, but we are no puppet.” The Wendigo stands up on the top turnbuckle and looks down at the mat. In his mind, a holographic man lies motionless on the ground. “So, bring your gods to the ring, see how they fare. They can be the first to learn...” The Wendigo jumps from his perch landing a Clear onto the invisible man and rolling out of it as to not hurt himself. When he finishes the motion he brushes his hair out of his face. “My bite is worse than my bark.” The Wendigo laughs. He wipes the sweat from his brow and begins to pace around the ring on all fours as if stalking some invisible prey in the center.“Wait… JD Damon is in this match and people are saying we suck Eclipse’s dick? Has no one realized what Wolvesden is? It’s basically the “suck Kenny Drake’s dick” stable. It’s a circle jerk filled with a circle of jerks. I’ve never seen a more dysfunctional wolf pack on my life. And I’ve seen wild dingos. They eat babies. But between you and me, I think Damon has eaten far more of Drake’s babies than any dingo ever will.” The Wendigo pounces on his imaginary prey with a growl. He stands up and brushes himself off.“But back to the fun parts of this match, Jon McAdams doesn’t seem to get what we are either. We are free. I may seem like a completely different entity, but I assure you this arrangement is temporary. I’ve been trying to force my way back into Maero’s psyche for years now. It’s about time he let his monster out to play. You think your money makes you stronger than us? Your cash doesn’t make you better, it just buys you a better casket. You think we’re enslaved? No, no, no. We follow our own road. Psychopath… Psychopath. See usually Maero would fight that saying he’s a sociopath. But I’d say this whole ordeal shows that that’s not quite the only thing afflicting him. We appreciate a good anecdote about heart. We really-” The Wendigo grabs his head and pulls at his hair. He growls for a moment before a conversation starts under his breath between him and Maero.“I’m not done.” The Wendigo snarls.“Yes, you are. I’m taking back control.” Maero replies.“No, stop it. Stop it. Stop it.” The Wendigo gets louder and louder until it starts screaming. A huge primal scream fills the building. After it fades Maero stands straight and wipes off his chest.“Sorry about that. At times he can be a little… excitable. There’s a reason I kept those demons suppressed. But alas, we must all come to terms with who we are. For example, Jon McAdams is going to have to come to terms with fact that money doesn’t stave off the devil.” Maero smirks. He suddenly presses his palms to his forehead in pain.“Let me out!” Wendigo screams.“Shut up!” Maero screams back. “I don’t want your help if you’re going to be separate from me.”“Let me finish!” Wendigo screams again.“We were supposed to be one!” Maero falls to the ground in a lump.“And we will be! Just let me talk.” Windigo whispers through heavy breaths. Maero lays motionless. Maero huddles closer together, still held in the prison of his mind. Oz slowly creeps into the building and looks at the shivering heap in the center of the ring. Oz walks into the ring and sits next to the silent mental battleground that is Maero’s mind.“Tin Man, Wendigo, you can come out now.” Oz says poking the lump. One of Maero’s eyes appears and look Oz up and down. Oz waves. Maero hides his face again. “You’re not two people. I know you know that.” Maero stirs and sits up. Oz reaches into his pocket and removes a rag from it. He wipes away half of the Wendigo’s smile from Maero’s face. Maero looks in the mirror at what Oz has done. He laughs at himself for a moment before taking Oz in a sudden embrace.“Thank you.” Maero and the Wendigo say in one voice, Maero’s voice. Maero gets to his feet. “This is what I’ve been wanting.” Maero looks down at his hands and turns them into fists. “Who would have thought that DPD could be cured with a rag.” Oz and Maero laugh together. “This is me. This is Maero and this is the Wendigo. This new part of me is saved for these wars that I need to fight.”“I‘m just gonna go,” Oz says. “I can tell you’re still working some stuff out.” Oz snaps and makes finger pistols at Maero as he walks out the door.“Anyway back to Mr. McAdams. Geez. Can you chill? Sorry that I was talking about the taste of blood. Sorry dad, don’t get the paddle. Whoops, did that sound too much like your childhood? You’ve got nothing on me Jon- sorry, Mr. McAdams. That’s really long, do you realize how long your name is? That’s like five syllables. It really removes a lot of impact from what I’m saying.” Maero shakes his head and rubs his hands together. “Good to be back. I feel like myself again. Sorry, getting off track again. McAdams, this is my era in EAW. This is the time of the Sanatorium and this is the time of Maero. Shock Value is the start of that. Shock value is the beginning of the end. I’ll do whatever I have to to win that match. I’m desperate, something you’ve never been. I’m going to claw tooth and nail for this victory.” Maero slides out of the ring and walks toward the door of the building as he speaks. “I’m going to show you what the rough life does to someone. Here’s a tip for you McAdams, you’re going to need it.” Maero stands on the outside of the building looking in on the cage that contained the mental struggle that came with the fusion of his two selves. He slams the door to the building with a clang. “Tempt not a desperate man.” Maero rubs his hands together. "Just one more man to address." He smirks as he walks toward the carpark.-Later.- (Please note that this section was written with Ahren Fournier. All of his text and actions were written by him so please give him full credit for anything his character says or does. Love you Ahren *kisses hand and raises it as tribute.*) The scene opens with Maero walking into the EAW ring accompanied by the song Burn it Down by Skillet. Cheering fans fill the crowd as his unpainted face approaches the ring. A mixture of boos and cheers arise from the crowd, Maero quells them as he enters the center of the ring and holds his microphone to his lips.“Hello EAW fans!” The crowd cheers and boos back at Maero. “I’ve come out today to talk to all of my opponents. As you know a big battle royale is going to be taking place on the night of Shock Value. And, as a few of you may know, I’ve fought and defeated many of the contestants in this match. I’m the most dangerous man in this match, and yet they all continue to take me lightly. EAW has given me nothing, even though I’ve been part of it for over a year. So tell me, do you think I’m going to lay down and take it? No, no, no.” The crowd begins to cheers. “I’m going to take my destiny into my own hands, and no one is going to stop me!”Champagne Showers by Skip the Foreplay hits and a spotlight turns onto Ahren Fournier as he walks into the ring. Ahren looks at Maero confused.“Shhhhhhhhhhh ut the fuck up” Ahren puts his finger on on Maeros lips to shush him. Maero slaps Ahren’s finger away. “What… In the trillest of fairies, are you going on about? Most dangerous man? HMMMMMM? How sway? Who have you beaten? I know damn well you won’t find The Crown Jewel on that list. So tell me, how you gon beat me? And by the way side note, you’ve been here for a year, how are you considered a prospect? Prospects are normally knew guys that haven’t had the chance to show what they can do, but are expected to show great things in the future when they can get that chance. Me? I haven’t had that chance, I’ve only been here for 3 months and I'm already showing more promise than you ever have in your whole career.” Ahren walks over to the ring ropes and gazes out into the crowd.“I… I remember when I was just a wee little lad…” Ahren begins. “Yes I speak Scottish now, jack of all trades… But when I was a wee lil lad, my granpop.. Thats what we called him before he died, he was old Anyways he would say Ahren, my favorite trill grandson, I love you more than anyone. You’re destined for great things, you’re a top prospect through all facets of life. And I’d always say, hey thanks granpop, you’re pretty dope. And he’d give me a snickers bar, and we’d have trill moments. Moral of the story… I’ve always been destined for great things, everyones always seen promise in me, the only thing that’s holding me back is the lack of opportunity, and what do you know? I finally get it. You won’t be able to stop this Trill Fairy from spreading his wings, and flying, all over your face. “Maero chuckles to himself before lifting his microphone to his mouth. “And like a ghost in the night, you’re here. This man ladies and gentleman is like Beetlejuice. Good thing too, you’re just the man I wanted to talk to. You remember that last match we had I presume.”“Meh.” Ahren replies.“Do you remember what happened in it?” Maero asks removing his face paint from his pocket and slowly applying it to his fingers.“I mean, I remember it happened, that’s about the extent of it. Wasn’t that big of a moment in my life. Clearly it was monumental for you though… Go on….”“Of course not, of course not. I know how busy you are, you clearly didn’t have time for a heathen like me. See, there’s one facet of that match you didn’t see.” Maero begins applying his war paint to his face. “One little thing you inadvertently set into motion. I clearly wasn’t myself in that match and you rightfully took advantage of that. See, I was having a few doubts before that match, as we all do. I had no idea what to do anymore. Loss after loss, it gets to you. Then, in a flash it hit me, you hit me to be exact. You triggered something in me Ahren. You did something I promise you you’re going to regret.” Maero violently covers his face in white face paint. He tosses his war paint container aside and moves around the ring in a snake like motion. “You.” Maero points to Ahren. “You, you, you, you, you.” He stops and motions to the crowd before looking back to Ahren with a huge smile on his face. “You pissed me off.” Maero lets his microphone holding arm drop to his side as he walks toward Ahren.Maero holds his microphone back up to his face. “You made me delve deeper than ever before. You made me go on a spelunking trip into the darkest depths of my mind, and I came back a changed man. They always say not to look the devil in the eye, but you stared him in the face as you delivered blow after blow. And now he’s come back! You sold your soul that night Ahren, and I’ve come to collect. So Ahren, I’ll give you a chance to pay up painlessly. Because at Shock Value on Saturday night the insane are going to triumph and I will be repaid.” Maero puts his forehead against Ahren and stares him down. He laughs silently as he looks Ahren in the eyes.Ahren squints his eyes at Maero, taking in everything he just saw, and heard. “There’s just one question I have to ask Maero. Where the hell did you get that paint from? Like I kind of zoned out through what you were trying to say… Because like, Whatever whatever. But a real question I suppose I should ask, what did I do to piss you off so much? Beat you in 10 seconds? Because I’ll tell you what.I’ve pissed a lot of people off in my lifetime, and no one ever goes to just becoming a total freak, and putting makeup on their face because of it. What is this Billy Madison? You going to show up at my Academic Triathlon when I try to beat my dad's first in command for the company with a sniper, putting lipstick on? … Nope, nope, I changed my mind, I’m gonna go with the face paint thing. Let’s talk about the face paint. Is that your attempt to try and frighten me? Native Americans wore face paint, you know what happened to them? They got their land taken. Braveheart wore facepaint, know what happened to him? He got tortured… Probably died.. But like something happened to his balls or something, I don’t know it was off camera. But now that you wear face paint I’m supposed to take you seriously? That’s the big change?” Ahren takes out some super cool pink shades, and puts them on his face.“Boom, big change, now you can’t even see my eyes.” Ahren says. “I know this probably bothers you seeing that they’re so pretty, and you want to take a dip in the deep blue sea… But you can not. See now we’re at a even playing field, we’re both going through changes. You’re going through some sort of PMS thing, or period thing, and I… Put sun glasses on. YOU DON”T KNOW HOW BIG OF A DEAL THIS IS!! You know what? You know what I’m going to do? Wait here, one second.” Ahren gets out of the ring, goes under the apron, and gets his fairy wings.“Behold!!” Ahren gestures to the crowd and Maero. “Now I am in my full form, my true identity in the wrestling ring finally. Special occasion I know, hold the applause. Does this frighten you? It should. I’ve got my serious wings on. So yeah, clearly I’m not taking this little threat seriously. You can say that I awoke whatever in you, but no matter, I collect dubs, it’s what I do.““There’s the Ahren I know and love.” Maero begins. “The moron who just doesn’t listen. My War Paint means far more than you think. But not to you, not to EAW, not to the Indians, but to me. This is my war paint. This is a symbol that I am ready to party. This is a symbol that my demons no longer lay dormant. And at Shock Value I’ll show you what I really mean. No more half-assing, no more falling before success, and no more holding back. I’ve aligned myself again, nothing else hides in the shadows. But don’t worry Ahren, you don’t have to take me seriously. No, really. I enjoy taking people by surprise. It’s always fun to see shocked faces when I stand above their bloodied bodies. All you’re doing is rattling the cage Ahren, just rattling the cage. Be careful, or you’ll wake the monster. Be careful...” Maero drops to all fours and crawls over to Ahren, he puts his face eye level with Ahren who is on the outside. “He bites.” Maero begins to laugh and rolls onto his stomach. He continues to kick and flail as he laughs for a few seconds before jumping to a stand. “So, you can ignore the only real threat in this match.” Maero continues.” You can pretend that Jon McAdams or Solomon Caine is the only other contender. You can go around laughing it up. But that dark feeling in the back of your mind. That dread you can’t get rid of, you might want to listen to it. Because I don’t back down Ahren, and I don’t stay down either. This match is going to be a war Ahren. I keep saying it, but it’s true. This is going to be a war. War is hell. Which means I’m going to have the home field advantage. This is my domain. Bring all the fairies you want, they’ll all be burned by the flames.”“Wow dude, wow. How inconsiderate are you, “indians” thats offensive. I’m .001 percent Native American you know? How dare you dishonor my people. Now I’m going to have to beat the shit out of you for the love of my people! Look you can dig into your moms purse, get all of the makeup she’s got in their, and make yourself as beautiful as you want. The fact will remain the same, covering your face in shame like that, isn’t going to help you. I understand that it’s your little mask that’s supposed to give you power over me, but at the end of the day, you’re still the same person that’s half assed his way through life. Why was it that you were such a pathetic loser that didn’t try? And how do we know that you don’t just fall right back into that cataclysmic abomination you called an effort? We don’t. You know Ahren Fournier won’t be here to bitch slap your life back in order you know? You’re going to have to find your inspiration some other way. That’s why when you say you don’t back down… That just makes you a liar, because through your own self admission, you have. That’s what being a half assed loser technically would be yes? A quitter, someone who backs down, and I have no respect for quitters. But I mean how could I not take you seriously when you’re in doggy postion.. My favorite position by the way.. Ladies.” Ahren winks to the crowd and is received by cheers from women. “And rolling around making a fool out of yourself. Again is this your form of intimidation? I don’t scare easily. To me, it just makes you look like a freak… But if you bite.. Be careful Maero… You know how kinky I am, I don’t want to be wrestling at half mass, that thing kind of has a mind of its own sometimes. But don’t flatter yourself too much, it’s just a natural reaction. Let’s get one thing straight though. Jon McAdams and Soloman Caine? They are not the only threats, as a matter of fact they’re not even threats. There is only one man that can be considered a threat and you’re looking at him. Jon McAdams? Trash. Soloman Caine? Trash.. You? Well, you can say you’re changed all you want, but behind that paint, is the same man that I beat not too long ago. You say we’re going into war, we’re going to hell? That’s fine with me, I need a tan so let me get crispy in the flames, I like it hot. Also, I may just have a few tricks up my sleeve. I am the magical Trill Fairy you know.” Ahren winks to the crowd again.“Ahren, Ahren, Ahren. You innocent little cinnamon bun. Losers don’t get multiple PhDs. Not that you’d know that. Don’t worry, preschool is hard, I get why dropping out seemed like the best option at the time. And in your words: “don’t flatter yourself.” All you were was the catalyst for my resurgence. I needed you to kick me back into high gear, not to keep me there. This.” Maero gestures to his face. “Isn’t a mask. I’m not hiding behind a damn thing. This is bringing my inside out so you can finally set eyes on the mistake you made in ignoring me. You can look past me all you want, you can fight at half chub as long as you want. I don’t care what variables you want to throw at me. The fire in my eyes is the same one that’ll give you that tan that you’re looking for. I hope you like ebony black. My excuses have left the fucking building. I’m giving you one hundred percent, and never any less. You’ve earned it. You’ve earned what I’m about to do to you. Remember that. You’re right on one count: I am the same man you fought before. I just don’t have any more shackles on me. My restraints have left marks, and I wear those scars with pride. Here’s the thing: You beat me, and I have to thank you for that. But you will never bring me down again. You woke me up, you made me reap what I had sown. You made me smell the roses that I had planted, and feel their thorns in my side. But it didn’t have to be you. Anyone could’ve done this to me, Ahren. But unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, it was you. And now I get to do the same back to you. It’s your turn to pay your debt. It’s your turn to fall. History only repeats itself if we don’t learn from it, and I promise you this: I learned a lot that day. That day was the lowest point in my career. There’s only up from here Ahren. And I’m desperate to get there. You keep dangling this victory in front of my face. Tempting me. I will fight tooth and nail for this. So keep hiding behind those wings and that humor, but in the ring, you’ll have no such shield. I hide behind nothing, and I hold nothing back. Blood is going spill, and whether it’s mine or someone else's, I will love every second of it. Welcome to my resurgence Ahren, you’re going to regret putting it in motion.” Maero tosses the microphone to the ground and looks Ahren in the eye. Ahren fake shoves Maero as a joke. The security team comes to break up the two wrestlers who don’t protest as they’re carried out of the ring. Ahren cracks silent, unmiked jokes as the two are carried backstage. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 17th 2016, 3:15 pm | Dynasty promo #3(The scene opens backstage at the Freedom Arena in Louisville, Kentucky. It's here in the interview area that we find "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels dressed in his ring gear, with a microphone in his hand, just moments away from his scheduled match against Hades.) Michaels: "You know first things first, I want to give a huge shout out to all my followers in Freedom Hall tonight!" (The crowd cheers.) Michaels: "Now in just a matter of moments yours truly, will step into the ring with the physical embodiment of hell itself. The former world champion, and the first ballot hall of famer, the monster they call Hades. But really quick I wanted to announce that I will be competing in the Tag Team Championship Grand Prix. Now I'm not gonna announce just who I'll be teaming with, but when I do, it's sure to turn a few heads, and make the trending now Page world wide. Now as tonight is concerned, I am well aware of everything that Hades will be bringing to the table. He's incredibly strong, surprisingly agile for his size, and tougher than my mother's cube steak. So the question that has been on every EAW fans mind, is how am I gonna stand a chance against someone as proven as Hades? I say the same way I stood toe to toe with men like Tig Kelly, Mr. DeDeDe, and Zack Crash, I am going to go out there tonight, and in front of all my followers I'm going to rise to the occasion like I always do. Now I know there are a few out who are saying 'Mark, don't kid yourself, there's no way you are gonna be Hades.' But to those people I say look at the track record. Every time I get placed in a big match situation, I elevate my performance to a whole new level. Don't believe me? Ask the guys I just listed, they'll tell you about how they didn't think much of me walking into the match, but by the time that final bell had rung, they found out just the type of man that I am. It was the same then, and it will sure as hell be the same tonight. See I have been dying for an opportunity like this, to face one of the absolute best that have ever stepped thru the door of the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet. So I am bringing the very best I have. Every time he throws a right hand, he's gonna get two back in return. Every time he tries to cinch in a submission, I'm gonna slip out, and lock in one of my own. Hades is in for the fight of his life, because this just happens to be the biggest fight of mine! Hell fire and brimstone won't be enough to keep me from getting my hand raised tonight. Because Not many people get a second chance in this company, and those who do rarely see the same success they had before. And I did not return to EAW just to grab a paycheck, and get my face on tv. I came back because I want to be known as the absolute best professional wrestler that has ever set foot in the ring, and to do that I got to beat the absolute best there are today! I will gladly walk to hell and back, if at the end of the day, the good people of Louisville, and all around the world, will have my name pop into their heads, when they are asked who is the greatest of all time. Hades, you know I respect you, and everything you have accomplished, but just because I do, doesn't mean that I'm going to let you walk all over me. Just because I know the kind of destruction you can reap, doesn't mean I will shaking in fear when that bell rings. And just because you happen to be the biggest mountain I've ever had to climb on my journey in EAW, doesn't mean I won't be standing victorious tonight. Every last ounce of blood and sweat I've poured into this business, its all gonna be worth it after I get my hand raised and begin to carve my name into that list of the all time greats. So get ready hades because you are about to learn just why I am the Instagram icon, the twiter trendsetter, and the hashtag hero to millions across the globe. Tonight you are going to get the absolute best I have to offer and when smoke clears and dust has settled. When the bell rings and crowd begins to cheer. You are going to see Mark Michaels standing as the winner, so Hades You better start picturing THAT!" (The shot fades back the the freedom arena.) FADE TO BLACK. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Stephanie Matsuda
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 17th 2016, 5:54 am | "The Beast" They say beasts lurk inside the souls of troubled folk. A ravenous hunger, a desire to consume everything around it until it's appetite is satisfied. From that perspective, my soul has been troubled for quite some time. This beast that lurks within craves competition. The warriors who lie awake at night staring at the ceiling knows what I speak of. Cailin Dillon knows what I speak of. You try to act all coy like you don't belong here- but fuck you Cailin. Stop kidding yourself and take responsibility for your own strength! If there's ANYONE on your team that deserves to be here it’s you! What pulled me in was your competitive spirit; what repelled me away was the reality that you were ahead of me. Yes, I’m willing to admit you were leagues ahead of me Cai. They gave you the big matches and the title opportunities. You fought for EAW against Hexagun, made Eris tap, and defeated the Heartbreak Gal. I was never jealous of you Cai - nor was I of Aria. I just wanted to be on your level. I’ve been in this business longer than either of you and yes it does irk me that I didn’t obtain the kind of success that you both obtained. Yes, I held the Specialist title, ‘supposedly’ retired Cleo, and won the first Vix- Women’s Rampage. I’m proud of my accomplishments thus far, but there were opportunities where I could have gone farther. Formation could have gone after Drake and Jones and won the tag titles. I was a prime candidate for Empress of Elite. This is not me complaining, it’s me acknowledging my own potential. And even with what I’ve achieved so far, I still want more. I tried to avoid this Reality for quite some time, but it’s always been inside me. Every time I look at you Cailin, I’m reminded of myself, for better or worse. But, I understood that I couldn’t get anywhere unless if I pushed myself to my very limits. This is me pushing my limits. This is me taking it there. This is me doing whatever it takes. You’re not the only person who wants to win Cailin. You’re not the only one who desires another notch in the ‘ol win column. Heh, ‘win’. We say that word like its magic. Especially Aria, who thinks she’s covered in fairy dust. Listen to you high yellow Tinkerbell, saying you want to win doesn’t mean it’s going to happen! Especially since you’ve been dodging me on the low. I know what you saw what I did to Tarah - yet you claim she’s still standing. Where is she ‘Ria? WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!? The last time I saw her, she was bleeding from her mouth. Is she doing some kind of 8 Mile recovery where she’s going to walk into Shock Value with a hoodie and take care of business? Been there, done that. Quit talking shit and prepare to fight me like a woman, not a vixen. And don’t think because you have Haruna that you’re going to figure out all my tricks I’ll be using to guide my team to victory. The beauty of what I do is that you never know what to expect, I’m like Loki in this shit! My dear ex, you claim that through iron forged self-efficacy you will see this through. Part of me wants to believe you...but I wonder if your allies have the same resolve. You keep saying that you’re going to win, that this magic word is going to save you, but you’re only screaming at a thousand foot wall, while knocking on the gates to deaf ears. You’re in the realm of the War Queen, where winning it’s not just about your individual talent, but ACTUAL teamwork. Cai…’Ria...you know me. You personally know just how well I fit in wherever I go. All I see on your side is four conflicting personalities and one who just given up. The OGs are training together every day, developing ways to compliment each other’s style. You even said it yourself sweets...you don’t even know why you’re here. The more you guys talk about, the less likely your team is going to come out of the other side on this one. You talk about carnage...but what good is that if you’re teammates can’t seem to agree on how to win? Go ahead, swing your fists, we’ll just dance around them. You even said it yourself Cai… “I don’t even know what the point is anymore” - Cailin DillionThe moment you said that you signed your fate. I’m sure you’ll be able to take one of us down, but not all of us. I can’t wait to see the look on your faces when you see who’s the real ringleader of this match. A smart ego doesn’t mind taking orders, which makes me glad my allies are not idiots. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring… You have a champion who thinks she can do everything by herself. You have a Joshi who doesn’t like being on a team, a pasty white M.I.A., an ex-empress who I know like the back of my hand, and you. Ms. I-can-do-bad-all-by-myself. Okay sweets, keep it up because you’re doing great.(laughs) Hey, Cai… (moves closer to the camera and speaks in a low voice) You know you’re going to lose right? I’m not talking shit, I’m being serious. It’s going to be one hell of a fight, but you’re going to lose. I know I said we have beasts in our souls but that’s where our similarities end… (Backs away from the camera) Mine plays well with others. (winks) When the sunsets on Shock Value, don’t be upset. You’re going to be a champion in a month. You have a lucrative career ahead sweets. You don’t have to worry about the fallout of this because you’re destined for greatness- just not on Saturday. It’s okay, though...because you’re a future hall of famer. And even between all this hate and conflict, a simple truth still remains. The clouds still breathe for you. (Turns around and starts walking away) Just not on Saturday. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Jon McAdams
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 17th 2016, 3:36 am | Jon McAdams The Survivor Mr. McAdams Jon McAdams is sitting on the balcony of his hotel room cutting into a steak, holding a glass of wine and staring out at the skyline of the city. He takes a bite and savors the flavor. He places his fork down and has a sip of wine before turning to the camera, his satisfied grin slowly turns into disgust.“Jakob DeLion. I’m glad you decided to join the party. I’m also glad you decided to spend so much time and effort on me. You’re the second person in this little dance to spend an exorbitant amount of time on me. Hell, if I wasn’t already a star, you all sure are making me feel like one. But alas, you should have just stayed quiet and let your pride, your bloated ego, and misplaced faith in yourself fall by the wayside because you made the unfortunate mistake of running your mouth to PWC.I’m sorry, are you threatening my life?” McAdams smugly nods his head. “You’re kidding right? You know, I’ve had terrifying men, horrible monsters threaten my life and they simply couldn’t get the job done. You’re threats are as empty as the wake of your future funeral. No, I’m not talking about killing you. I wouldn’t take that kind of risk on small minded men like World’s Most Wanted… but I’ll be real with you, You’re only in this match to take the pinfall, and you’re not even worth that. Also, if it isn’t worth saying… just don’t say it? Yeah? Why talk about abusing the innocent, why waste your time talking about things like unarmed people when you claim its hypocritical. It’s a waste of time Jakob. A waste of my valuable time. Besides, those men were paid. They know the score. They were prepared to face me knowing full well what they were getting themselves into. Also, let’s explore your tomfoolery for a second, because you clearly don’t know what class means.”McAdams reaches underneath his desk and pulls out a dictionary. He flips to the apropriate page and reads aloud.“Classy - stylish and sophisticated.” McAdams places the book down. “What I did was not only stylish but it was most certainly sophisticated. Now before you go and say something stupid like, that was hardly sophisticated might I remind you that there are many definitions for the word sophisticated, including a technique developed to a high degree of complexity. Now that you understand what these words mean, I hope you understand how stupid it is for you to call me out on something you know nothing about. You see, everything I do is stylish. Sophisticated. Brilliant and complex. Developed over years of training to have the perfect finesse and precision. Don’t worry, this sunday. Also, you’re not fighing the man. You’re not here standing up to our global puppets… you’re just children trying to talk your way into a man’s game. It’s just not going to work… Oh and by the way… you don’t give out free blowjobs? But will you blow me for money? In that case, here’s $100 dollars.” McAdams tosses a handful of cash off the side of the balcony.“As for you Ahren… man, you’re anger is really driving you off the deep end. You’re getting so upset that you’re game is off and it’s starting to show. I suppose I should have done this to begin with. Play it your way. Beat you at your own game. You sit here and have the audacity to try and correct me about the definition I gave you but here, let me pull this right out of Websters. We’ll have a second definition read out for you idiots since none of you seemed to have an education above the 3rd grade,” McAdams chuckles as he opens the dictionary to the third bookmark. “Month - 3rd definition down, a period of 28 days or four weeks. You know what’s sad is I didn't have to get out the paper dictionary, I could have just told you to look it up on your phone but I didn’t want you to hurt your precious little head trying to make your phone work properly. So congratulations Ahren, if you’re a genius then this dictionary is an airplane. So go ahead, tell me that I’m the stupid fuck, but you spent line upon line spitting complete and utter false garbage at me and I have absolute proof right in front of me. Also, Stupid fuck? Come on, have some dignity, you sour charlatan. I’m on a roll right now Mr. Fournier, so please if this is all you’re going to bring to the table, then don’t even show up Sunday cause I can tell you right now, as it stands, you’re bottom of the barrel and you’re getting stomped by PWC. Also friend I just want to remind you that even if it was whatever win/loss count you have come up, though I doubt it’s correct, you can’t read a dictionary properly let alone possibly count 4 numbers together, but one of those days, and I’ll say it again, this is factual, you were left beat down in that ring, regardless of the outcome of that match, the real victor is always the one standing tall, and judging by your anger, yeah, you still feel it. So come at me, come at Showman, talk about how everyone repeats themselves or that they say no one understand them, or whatever but we all know that Ahren Fournier is a one trick pony, who as I’ve just proven, is filled with misinformation and no education, and that’s why you never comprehend what people are saying to you, that’s why when points are brought across you claim they aren’t factual or real, and that’s why this week leading up to sunday we are going to continue to watch as you deteriorate slowly and surely into the ignorant true self that you are. I’m looking forward to stepping into the ring with a belligerent and angry man with no self control and no brains and watching him defeat himself again and be left broken in the center of the ring. So please come back at me with your tired jokes, please give me more ammo to beat you down with verbally, help me to help you realize you’re in way over your head. This will not be like last time. I have you figured out.”McAdams eyes start go wild and wide eyed as he starts cackling. He then grabs his knife and stabs the steak in front of him.“You know, Maero, I think you’re the genuine article, I think that you are truly what you say you are and I fully believe that you aren’t someone that I should take lightly, but if you think that money, that power, that what I bring to the table can’t overcome you well sir, you just haven’t seen the kind of money I flaunt. The power I wield. Your demons control you, your demons are your masters, that’s the real difference here. Is I am a free thinking sociopath, you are an enslaved psychopath. So if you do decide to bee line to me, if you do decide to take me on first, I will have you know that I’ve got the wit that won’t quit and true power comes from right here,” McAdams points to his heart. “And right here.” McAdams pulls out his wallet. “Your heart and your wallet. That is real power. And Maero, we’ll see how far your demons will take you when you're laid out with PWC standing over you... And dammit.” McAdams flips the table and stands up, “You will look at me when you speak to me. All of you disrespectful peasants. You do not understand what you’re dealing with here. I have the power to make your life mildly inconvenient or permanently scarred. Keep your eyes on the real threats, and that is PWC. Also It’s Mr. McAdams, not’ Jon. You’re not my friends, you’re not my allies, you’re not PWC, you don’t get that right. Stop talking about drinking blood or you’re going to end up eating shit. You all can collectively start bowing because the easier you make it now, the easier it will be when this is all over and I am your lord champion standing over all of you.”Including me?McAdams stops moving for a few moments his eyes wide with terror. He then grabs his knife off the floor and whips around looking for the voice that spoke. He then walks into his hotel room and shuts the door behind him before shaking his head.“As for you little danny,” McAdams breathes deeply with his eyes shut. He opens them and turns to the camera, I’m going to teach you a valuable lesson in humility. And I’m going to teach your god the same. I am the survivor, I survived you once, I can do it again. I will show you that sheer will power will be enough. That my life is not one that can be easily stomped out and there is no god, yours, maeros that can withstand the movement of PWC. You come at me with all that, well fine, I will show you the power of real physical numbers.”McAdams sits at his bed sweating. He wipes the sweat off his face.“Solomon Caine, I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know what you’re capable of, but I’m not letting you do to me what you did before, and all this,” McAdams whirls his hand around the room. “This is going to stop, and it stops this sunday when I beat your head in with my cane. Whether it’s during the match or after, this stops.”The Camera pans back and fades away as McAdams continues to stare at the ground, before quickly zooming back to McAdams face.“Also, fuck Alonzo, Damon and Knoxx.” | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 16th 2016, 11:16 pm | Shock Value #3Reed, Oklahoma , Wednesday, 4:30 p.m. (The scene opens in the ghost town of Reed. The afternoon sun just begins to set over the deserted building along the main drive. The scene cuts to the a lumber yard where off in the distance a lone figure can be see standing by a small pile of 2x4s. The with a Montage of various shots of Solomon Caine nailing together the 2x4s as the last portions of daylight turn to the darkness of night. The scene shifts to a shot of the 2x4s assembled into long X shapes standing upright on the ground, grouped together in a semi-circle. The camera pulls back slightly as Caine steps towards the center of the circle.) Caine: "Do you understand yet? Have you received the comprehension necessary to fully grasp the works of my masters? Why come and build new memorials, upon dead land? To symbolize the what is that come. To demonstrate how at the end of ages none will be remembered. But also to lay to rest the wickedness that infects all of mankind. To burry it six feet under, in a place no one will bother to come looking for it!" (Caine steps next to the X on the far left) Caine: "Here lies pride. Pride that has blinded men to the truth. That has deafened their ears to the sweetest whispers of my masters. Pride that festers in the heart of Jakob DeLion and Danny Knoxx. See it is pride that keeps The worlds most wasted from accepting the truth. That they are too weak to stand even against the test of men. For all the boasting they will do, they have yet to speak truth. For all mocking words that spill from his mouth, it is him who is the biggest fool. Go ahead and mock me, for you both of you already know it will do you no good whatsoever. You have already gone down that route, and it has only heaped more hardship and misery onto you. Do not let your evil mouths continue to guide you. Approach the altar of my masters with humility this Sunday, and they may yet deal with you mercifully swift." (Caine walks over and stands next to the memorial second from the left) Caine: "And Here laid to rest is vanity. Vanity which has turned men like Ahren Fournier away from my masters, and into the arms of wretches. It is your vanity that has fueled your addiction to praise, even if it comes from filth. How sad it is that you could not find the self control necessary to prevent your own damnation. Instead you have insured that the wrath of my masters will befall you. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SPARED! But now all that you may do, is to be made a sacrifice to honor the name of my masters. Why? WHY?!? Why must you have delivered yourself to doom?! Why could you not hear the words of those who sent me?! All of the gifts you possess, wasted! What could have been a great servant has become nothing more than ash and dust." (Caine steps over to the next grave in the line.) Caine: "Here is where disrespect lays. For too long it has twisted the minds of men to its foul purpose. Minds like the one of Mike Showman. Mike, hear my words. You speak of wins and losses. Of glory and honor. I speak of life and destruction! I seek not silver nor gold,I quest not for praise of adulation, I only seek to survive! You say that I am nothing but smoke and mirrors, but I say I think turn that where you see smoke, fire is never far behind. The glorious reign is coming soon, and when it does you will bathe in a pool of your own tears, for in those short few moments you'll have left you will think back to now, and how you had dismissed the works of those who have sent me as illusions. On that day you will beg for mercy as your flesh is torn away from your bones. That is no illusion." (Caine steps next to the forth in the line.) Caine: "And next we see the grave of delusion. The delusion that all that you have made will stand for ever. The deception that all you do is not in vain. THE LIE THAT YOU ARE A HERO AND NOT A GODDAMN HEATHEN! Have you heard me Alonzo? Have you Stared the truth in its eye yet?! Or have you plunged yourself further into your rotten fantasies?! Have you stood so long on your sick deception, that you have deceived yourself?! You grasp desperately to a world beyond the stars, but you fail to realize that the one in front of you is about to crumble away beneath your feet. You seek a greater power that can move mountains and twist minds, this Sunday you will encounter this power first hand. And when you do you will be brought to your knees and obliterated before my masters' altar. Prepare yourself Alonzo, for the clouds will not be able to hide you from the flood of fire that will envelope you. (Caine moves on to the next grave.) Caine: "And here lies sickness which spreads from one to another, and weakens all that it comes into contact with. Sickness like JD Damon, who clings to all before him who he deems as stronger than himself and leaches off their life blood. You could suck the whole world dry and you would still not be able to stand on your own. You are that which afflicts and cripples those who are strong. You are a harlot who whores himself out in service of anyone who you think may be able to save you. No one can. Not those you cling to, and not the parasites that feed off of you! Prepare yourself for the chosen hour of their arrival, for when it comes You will be consumed by the glorious reign. Your suffering, a lifetime's worth. An eternity of crying out for salvation as you feel the flame eating away at you!" (Caine moves on to the sixth.) Caine: "The final resting place of wealth. The great corruption of the masses who all look to steal more of it. But these foul fool know not that the more they acquire, more will slip thru their fingers. The more they invest, the more bitterly they will weep when all they have made has been ripped apart from the foundations of the earth. Wealth has deceived and poisoned many, but none more so than Jon McAdams. They have told me of how you cower in fear from them now. You fail to realize that last time wasn't even a speck of the power they hold. When we last crossed paths I told you they would tear you apart piece by piece, and this Sunday they will continue to do so. Your great and grand lifestyle will swallow you whole, before you have new. Spit back out with not so much as your name to you. You cling to your chose. Protector, but he could not save himself, much less will he be able to save you on the day that you receive your just punishment. Cower in fear Jon, for it at least shows that you have finally respected those who sent me. And when the hour has come Jon, present yourself as a willing sacrifice to their will. (Caine continues on the the second to last grave.) Caine: "this is the final resting place of doubt. For it is doubt that feeds the others, like milk from the bosom. It breeds these in the hearts of men. It is doubt that looms over all who refuse to hear the words I speak. It is doubt that that gouges out the eyes so men can not see the works the works of my masters. This is the doubt that they have found in you Maero. They call upon you, and you turn away. You will not listen to the sweet whispers, so you will be made to hear the scream of you and aaaallllll whom surround you! Yours is tears that will collect like an ocean, yours is blood that will run like a river thru the streets, and yours is flesh that will char and blacken as it burns away to nothingness! You speak of pain as if you are friends, you are not but strangers to each other. But this Sunday you shall become well acquainted to one another. You speak highly of you speak of highly of your demons, and evil of my masters, have you ever considered that they are one in the same? Or have you simply closed your mind like all the others who must be made example of?! You criticized me for following the whims of my masters without question, it you do the same with yours. When you are given a task from you master Diemos, you carry it out without hesitation, and yet you see fit to criticize me for doing the same? Who is truly foolish among us? You have squandered a great opportunity. You have squandered salvation! Now you will BURNNNNN!!!" (Caine inhales deeply before moving on to the final grave.) Caine: "And this... This is where I shall lie if I fail my masters. For death is the only outcome for all who have not been deemed worthy by them! ALLLLLL THAT I HAVE SPOKE OF SHALL BEFALL ME IF I CANNOT CARRY THE PURPOSE THEY HAVE CALLED ME TO SERVE! WHAT EVER SUFFERING WILL BESET THE PUTRID HEATHENS, I WILL BE SERVED TEN FOLD. THIS SUNDAY, WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES THE EARTH, THEY WILL DEMAND A SACRIFICE... even if it is he who has served." (Caine takes a few steps towards the camera which lands down slightly as he bends down to pick up a large metal canister. Caine begins to pour out the contents of the canister on each of the memorials before pouring out the rest in a long trail on the ground.) Caine: "I will not be the one who is offered, mark my words. For all of these thing they have told me, and they must be so." (Caine pulls a match book out of his back pocket, strikes one up, and tosses it at his feet. The trail of gasoline catches and soon, all of the memorials are set ablaze.) The end. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Cailin Dillon
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 16th 2016, 7:58 pm | The challenge in your words have started to lose their value. Over and over, since the beginning of our careers, your message has always been the same. No matter how many times we fight and no matter who wins, you’ll always say the same. If you win, it’s a show of your dominance yet again. Proof of your prowess over an entire division. And if we win, it’s clear that we somehow scratched one out. It was pure luck. It’s not that hard to figure out what you’re operating by. The amazing thing is how you’ve all managed to make it this far operating by the same ridiculous logic. That’s clearly why all of this got its start. You all act like we’re trying to wipe you from existence. No, that’s what you want to do to us. And then I hear it all the time. I hear these outside whispers that Sirens and OGs is a thing because the Sirens want to be the OGs. It couldn’t be more false. From the day I came here I’ve been fighting for survival. It was the same for all of you once, but you’ve all eased into these places now. You’re comfortable. You can come and go as you please, and you earned that. The rest of us don’t have that luxury. Some of us have to fight for everything we get, and then fight even harder to keep it. That’s what this is more about. I think for some of us it certainly felt like you three were banding together in an effort to put your foot on the throat of the rest of the division. You stood tall above us and mocked us and told us we didn’t belong. But we do, and we’ve proven that before. And that’s where the beginning of this statement comes back into play. We say we belong here and you say we’re not allowed to point to any match as proof of that. Yet you will point to a match where you beat us as proof to the contrary. If the past doesn’t matter, then yours doesn’t either. If we can’t have the things we did in our careers so far, then you don’t get to have anything over us. I’m not naïve though. I’m not a child. I know that’s not the way it works in your minds. But will I stand here and just take it? No. I won’t stop fighting for what I want and what I believe in. I care about this division, too. And I don’t think the best thing is to have three women on a pedestal while the rest of the women fight there way to get there. Maybe that makes me boring as Empress of Elite, but I do things the way I want, so shut your mouth and deal with. If you could find a moment to shut your trap and just sit and listen and actually use your brain, you would see that my time is better served competing and working hard and taking my guaranteed shot and winning. What else do you expect me to do, walk around in parade style, waving and begging people to bow down and kiss my feet. That’s never been the kind of fighter I am. That’s never been the kind of champion I was. I don’t demand people bow down to my feet. I beat them into submission and make them quit at my feet. I fight them until the last thing they see in our match is me standing over them with my hand raised. That’s the kind of Empress I am. I’m not a dainty little bitch demanding people respect me wherever I walk. I’m a conqueror that fights for what I want. I don’t wait for people to give me things. I take what I want. Yet somehow that makes me entitled. Fighting for what I want makes me entitled. No, not expecting things. I wouldn’t even call you three entitled. Even after everything you’ve accomplished only to reach a point where you now expect things because of the past. No, we’re exactly the opposite of entitled. At least especially me. Listen to your own team member bragging about how she wants to make me go back to my humble beginnings on a farm. She wants to put me back where I belong. I’ve never been entitled. I never has the position to be. I get on the card every week because I’m a fighter. I don’t expect to be on the card and I never have. I make sure I’m on the card with what I do. But someone like Cameron really comes across as naïve. You have every right as legends to want to prove you are dominant over rising competition. But you think it’s sad that said competition would want to fight back? You’re kidding, right? It wouldn’t shock me if you really do put the bullseye square on me in this match. You’ve already indentified me as the potential top target. I say bring it on. I’m ready for the fight. I’m not fighting for pride or status at this point, I’m just fighting because it’s what I do. You of all people should know by now that when you really challenge me, really try to come at me and put me away, I am as dangerous as they become. Or have you already forgotten that from before? I didn’t step up and challenge three OGs because I was trying to get attention. I did it because I wanted to fight you three. That’s all it was about. But for some reason, that just crawls under your skin. I’m sorry, are we supposed to just bow down and sit on the sidelines and let y’all do your thing? Because I like to settle things in the ring. You know how I operate anyways, not sure why you expected anything different. It’s most disappointing that you keep banging your head against the same wall and expect a different result to come out of it. But at least you don’t do it as much as the other two. Two women who I respect and who give me the finger back. That’s fine with me because that’s who they are and that’s their style. They can’t expect me to change in return. HBG has often likened me to that kid on the playground that gets picked on and just can’t hang. Perfect sense she knows she’s always been my ultimate bully. She created this David and Goliath-like mythology between us. For whatever reason, we have always been perfectly at odds. Even as she promised to take everything from me over and over. The truth is I’m the only one that ever took anything away from her. And now it’s been ages since we actually fought each other. Only to return at this junction. Her words are always designed to sting hard. The same can be said with Kendra. But these words lose their meaning over time when they are simply different versions of the same thing. They aren’t exactly masters of the cerebral that can crawl under your skin and get you fired up. But, hey, occasionally it works and I can just imagine that wide smile they get on their smug faces. The same tricks are always tried on me. You don’t belong, Cailin. You’re a loser, Cailin. How could you possibly believe you can hang in a match with me, Cailin. It never changes. And then they go into these matches believing they’ve got some mental edge over me. They think I’m mentally crushed by the weak insults and clichéd phrases they deliver over and over. It’s no secret that none of us are capable of developing a mental edge this week. It just won’t happen. Not in a war like this. This is all a game of inches. Who makes the mistakes and when. There’s a lot of confidence on my side, that’s true. But the level of self-assurance on yours is so sure it borders overconfident. That’s where those mistakes occur first. Not true you say? Ask the Elitist boys why the New England Patriots didn’t finish the undefeated season all those years ago. Look at the Golden State Warriors. Even the greatest teams falter. Sometimes the pressure to prove you’re the best can overcome you. We aren’t trying to prove we’re the best. We’re not trying to prove we’re the new OGs or any ridiculous shit than that. But we are more than capable of proving that we are indeed better right now. Better than you care to believe or admit. Better than you go around boasting to be. Cameron says it all the time, it’s about right now. The truth is just because you achieved some great things in the past, it doesn’t mean you’re going to do it now. It doesn’t mean others aren’t capable of achieving their own greatness. And that’s part of what you three are standing for right now. It’s not really about protecting your greatness, it’s about finding ways to shield others from your group. It’s about exclusivity. And yes, that is entitlement. So you can call us the brats and falsely claim we’re trying to claim your game for our own. But it’s just you trying to hang on to your status and make sure no one else has the chance to taste it. That’s just sad. Because at some point in your careers HBG was just Tarah. Cameron was just Aria. Kendra was just me. It applies with everyone in the Vixen’s Division. We’re all fighting to be the best we possibly we can. And if you’re truly good enough to reach those high plateaus, than you will. You’ll smash through the barriers, even if it’s a three-woman blockade that calls themselves the OGs, and you will reach it. Some people would want to take the easy way and go around it. Some would want to make deals and give up a piece of themselves along the way just for a chance. Fuck easy. I do things the hard way. To the still scorned ex-girlfriend. Aria is right, you know. I mean, some of what you do anymore is sad to see. We have tried to move on from everything. Not move on without you or past you, but just move forward. And yet no matter where we go, you’re there lurking in the corner for a jump scare. So much of what you do is scheming to get back at us. I focused so hard and trained my ass off during Empress of Elite. And if I ever shifted my attention for a second, I could see you standing off to the side and talking about how you were going to go right into the finals and beat me down. But I still sit here understanding why you did everything you did. I can connect to it. I get why you are saying these things and why you want to be my ruin. I understand your need to hurt us and why it goes beyond what you’ve already accomplished. Sometimes it feels like the only thing that matters to you is standing in my way. Even over the others. So it makes sense that you join in and make this human road block just a bit longer. I’m not as selfish as you believe. I do hope you can find peace without killing me in the process. But at the same time, I’m not the type to just lay down and let you get what you want. I don’t feel badly about what happened or how it ended. Sometimes things just don’t work out. Maybe there aren’t always destined to be or we weren’t. But when I’m preparing to fight for you, I don’t think about that past. I think about what I’m about to encounter. I know you and who you are and what you are. And I know how competitive you are and the lengths you’re willing to go with your body in order to win a match. I am ready for all of that. I’m physically and mentally prepared. You tell me I better have my best match ready. Would you expect anything less? If you truly say you know me, then you will know what to expect. You will know what you’re about to see. This isn’t about games for me. This is about fighting this war until our last breaths. That’s for both sides. And someone like you and Veena, you’re the wildcards in all of this. Sheridan and Haruna, too. You all didn’t have to be a part of this. You all don’t even have a battle in this fight. The only thing I know for sure is carnage. That’s what comes out of this match. Lots and lots of carnage. And we aren’t the highlight match of Shock Value, but we are damn sure to bring the house down with this war. There’s no gimmicks or games. No tip or tricks. This is pure war. This is a fight to the end. They told us to end it, so we shall. At the end of this, everyone will be left to rebuild in someway. I’m fine with mass destruction. I’m fine with collateral damage. This isn’t my first war and I know damn sure it won’t be my last. I know what I might have to do in order to win this match. No one wins a war with clean hands, not when they’re fighting on the front lines. I’m prepared to do what it takes to win. And I will. I will come out on the winning end of this battle. And I might just do it covered in the blood of my enemies. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Azumi Goto
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 16th 2016, 6:31 pm | Surprise Generic Psycho #3 has decided to break her silence!!
THANK YOU! Cuz I didn’t want Miss Sparks to feel left out. As I told her fellow Psycho Sisters about how I’m going to beat her, LET’S MAKE THIS CLEAR, SPARKS! YOU! DON’T! SCARE! ME! So take your threat and throw them in a trash bin and write some new ones. Why should I be scared of someone who couldn’t hang with this division when she first came around, joined some cheap wrestling version of Godfather, and then fake retired? I shouldn’t be scared of someone who can't break out on her own, I SAID IT, SPARKS! You just can’t handle being a singles wrestler, so you joined another group and thought no one would notice her shitty SINGLES CAREER. If you were someone like an Aria, Cailin, or Cameron Ella Ava, then I’d probably understand why you’d want to pull off fake retirement. Tell the crowd “Thank you for letting my dreams come true” AND then come back when the crowd wants you so much.
Here’s some proof, Boo.
Congrats on pulling off a “Fake Retirement”. How does it feel being a lying piece of garbage, Brody? It probably feels great, trying to pull a fast one on all of us and thinking that we would shed a tear cuz the little annoying psycho is leaving, well realize this. THE PEOPLE DIDN’T CARE!!! They didn't care that some nobody was leaving after a disastrous career, NOBODY WANTED YOU STAY ANYWAYS!!! I’m probably guessing that everyone that you thought was close to you was going to miss you, sweets… Well, truth is. NO ONE DID! No one missed some failure that did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING from the moment she got signed. Unlike you, I made a career out of this place, you were at ringside when your “King” Zack Crash was getting his ass kicked, while I was fighting the New Breed Division. See what I mean, you sat around backstage seeing the REAL women of this division fight for its honor. You were probably at home watching the EOE Special, thinking to yourself “I should try to see if they would like to be back” and see NOT A SINGLE SOUL CARED THAT YOU WERE BACK! You thought we’d give you some grand welcome back party. NOPE, you were told to go back to wrestling.
I’ll give a little bit of credit, you got the crazy thing down. It’s probably the saving grace of your personality, Brody. If you haven’t noticed I’ve been tapping into something like that as well. I keep it at the bottom of my heart because I know it’s worth, see there are many faces to Azumi Goto, sort of like my many kabuki masks. Everything means something, everything is different. You’ll just continue to use the same threats against them. See right now the person if front of you is ARROGANCE PERSONIFIED. I’m cocky, I’m arrogant but I prove it, I CAN GO ANYONE IN THIS DIVISION AND OUTPERFORM, OUTWRESTLE THEM. While you’ll stick to just being crazy and having a few screw loose. You see Sparks, this psycho sister act won’t be enough to beat me.
You’ll be on the floor as you realize the woman that you messed with someone BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY SINGLE WAY!!!
| Topic: EAW Promoz! | Mike Showman
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 16th 2016, 3:24 pm | SHOCK VALUE #3Man and animal are similar in so many ways. Both animals and men are almost similar in their physical characteristics, we both have two eyes, a nose, a mouth and at least two limbs. They are sometimes similar in their behavioral characteristics, we have seen men and animals behave in an almost similar manner in many a times. They are certainly similar in their desires because all men have desires, physical mostly and that is same as the animals. However there is one thing that separates animals from men is the fact that animals do not have an awesome brain like we do. We think using that brain we are blessed with and that is the reason why we are at the top of the food chain. We have tamed almost all of the animal kingdom, including fierce animals like lions and tigers because no matter what they fierce things they have, we always out think them. We think therefore we are the best. However, there are some instances where I question myself, are we really as intelligent as the researchers and the scientists classify us to be? Do we really always think sharply in situations as it is expected of us? Truth be told, if we were having this conversation a few weeks ago then I would confidently said that we are the smartest, we are the best and this topic would never have come up. But now, I am not so sure. Because I have met people you know, people who have opened my eyes to a completely new and different category of human beings and to be honest, I am not proud of this category and every time I think about them, it fills me up with disgust. Because this category of humans displays it’s ignorace in a level that is astonishing. They refuse to understand simple points told in simpler sentences and try to impose their own stupid opinions on top of those. This category of people live in their own world surrounded by fictional characters who bow to their every whim because after all, it’s their world. And you know what the fucking irony is, I will be going up against such men in a wrestling match and as an added bonus, I have to hear them bicker every day or so with many “things” they feel are so much relevant because as I said before, they refuse to understand simple points told to them in simpler sentences You know, I have never been a man to hide behind riddles and rhymes so I will say this directly, Ahren Fournier you fall into that category I was just talking about. But you know, you are not just a simple member of that category, you are the crown jewel. If those people ever form a kingdom or something, you will be the king and because I know you pretty well, you would probably be thrilled because I just called you a king. You will probably dance around naked in some place and take a video of it and use that to irritate me some more because you don’t have the mental capacity to process what I really meant when I said you would be the king. Ahren, don’t you have anything else to do? You know, like giving out condoms to more people? Hey that reminds me, I recall someone who could have really used a condom and they are your parents. I mean, seriously, if only they had used a condom on the night they decided to have some fun, the whole world would have been spared from dealing with you and your bullshit. Oh wait, not to mention your stupid English lessons because quite frankly, they are stupid and I don’t need them from you. I know my English pretty well Arhen and if my English has been a little error filled lately it is because of the fact that I am tired of repeating the same shit over and over again. The same old shit that I have been saying ever since we first fought on Voltage that you simply refuse to understand. You know, I want to be creative, I want to be challenged and I want to go up in the ladder of Voltage but somehow the management finds situations to get you and me in a wrestling match and so I keep getting dragged down. You talk about a war, but the thing is, I don’t want a war with you. Don’t get me wrong, I love a war. Because I like to give people a false impression where they think they can somehow beat me in a conflict and then just relish the look of shock and surprise when they find themselves beaten and destroyed but you, you have already lost. A war against you would be so boring and one sided that I would fall asleep fighting you and yet somehow come out as the winner. I would rather sign up contest of friendly fire rounds with Jon because quite frankly, that would me more interesting. But yes, I sense a very interesting thing here. I see that even though some time has passed since we met in the wrestling ring, you still think about me and that the loss I gave you still burns you from the inside. Every night when you lie down calling it a day, you dream about how I beat you and then a week later made you look like a fool right after you fought Jon. You might deny it, but I know that every time you are out trill fairying, you physically distribute condoms, but mentally, you go back to that day, to that episode of Voltage where I pinned you one, two, three in the middle of the ring. That is the reason why you spend so much time trying to look so cool in front of me. This is why you spend so much time trying to catch my faults and telling the people how that victory was just a fluke. This is why even when you are speaking to Jon, you can’t resist bringing my name up. You can’t resist to take a dig at me even though it is Jon you are referring because right now, I have become a part of you. Honestly, this makes me quite happy because this is all I ever wanted. Right from the day you humiliated me, I wanted my image to be pinned inside your head forever like a bug and it has happened. You know what will happen now? Slowly but steadily, that bug will eat your head bit by bit until you are too tired to carry on. Look, I will be honest with you, I want to see you destroyed Fournier. I want to see you bloody and battered in the middle of the ring so that I can show your face to the whole world and tell them that what happens to people who mess with me. Then, I will take a snapshot of that face and then smash the phone using which I took that picture because that is how much I hate you and your constant need to express yourselves in a stupid way which always distracts me from doing whatever it is I am doing. Your destruction would give me the ultimate satisfaction and trust me that will be more satisfying than when I blow my load inside the mouth of a girl. If I were you Ahren, I would not be too excited about Shock Value because that match gives me a perfect chance to do the bloody face thing. It gives me the perfect chance to gift myself the ultimate satisfaction and trust me when I tell you, no amount of trill fairying will save you. So instead of talking, I say you start preparing. You know, after dealing with all the bullshit from Ahren, all I want is to have some sane discussion with any intelligent man who knows what the fuck he is saying. But again the irony is that in EAW, we have a man who has multiple PHDs he obtained at quite a young age but yet, he turns out to be batshit crazy. Man I love this place. Well anyways out batshit crazy ‘Mr PHD’ has performed his research on me and in the result, he sadly calls me a prick and I am disappointed. Why disappointed? Because I haven’t even met him properly yet he calls me a prick. Maero, on what basis exactly do you call me a prick? Is it based on the opinions of others? Because let me assure you, these people are all jealous of me and my quick rise. These people or you may even refer to them as fellow wrestlers see me as a threat who would one day rise above them taking much shorter time than they took for the same and so they use words like prick to give themselves satisfaction. It’s just like people hating the most intelligent guy in the class. You would know that right? Because after all, your degree show that you must have been very intelligent back then. Did you get bullied in school? Is that why you turned out like this? You know what, don’t answer. I don’t give a shit about what you were as a kid. Well anyways, you then call me a joke and again I ask you, on the basis of what? I have won all my matches here and there is no one in this match who can claim that they have beaten me. No no no, wait, are you calling me a joke because I flash my wealth and class around here? As far as I know, there are a lot of rich people who do the same. So are they jokes too? If you become rich one day and you flash your wealth, then do you become a joke too? You are a PHD and even with my limited knowledge in that field, I understand that you get that degree not because you just gave some random opinions about something, it is because you proved it with research and the others approve of what you have proved. Where is your proof of me doing things which lead you to the conclusion of calling me a prick or a joke? Dude, I expected better from you because you are a PHD and all that shit but then again, I see you are friends with Ahren Fournier so, I guess this is kind of expected from you? Oh damn why does it always have to be Fournier….Anyways Mr Black Sheep, I don’t fear you. I have seen men like you who think they have done it all and know all sorts of things just because you have achieved something remarkable in a particular field. I mean, you might be a hotshot in the academic field, but here in the middle of the ring, you are a nobody and to be honest, it really shows because I know how you have won half the matches you have participated in. Yes, you guessed it right, interference from the Sanatorium, aka the group of people that sucks Eclipse’s dick the hardest. You must be a really good at sucking because you are still in the group. I know that interference in matches is how you actually roll and manage to stay relevant and I know if you fight single matches without any one coming in, you will actually lose. You compare me with trash, but I know who the real trash is, you and Sanatorium and you don’t need a PHD to understand it. This week, however, even if Sanatorium decides to come out, People with Class will be more than happy to send them home with injuries because I won’t allow anything to come in between me and my victory. I will get my hands on anyone and I will even hurt those cute little Barbie dolls you have on your team if it comes to that. Well at least Maero speaks man to man unlike Solomon Caine here who uses theatricality in order to make himself look more menacing. Caine, I said it before and I will say it again, all this you do is plain bullshit. Now, I don’t know who your master is but if he filling your head with these ideas and pushing you to a world of theatricality then I suggest you just go and slap him for a start because he is clearly letting you down a wrong road and if you keep on following this road than winning this match? Not going to happen. But yes, if you follow my advice and do what I said, you are still not winning. It’s not just you in general, no one is winning that match except me….or Jon and that’s the whole point I have been trying to explain, but you people just refuse to listen and pile on more of your shit on me like I got nothing to do. You pile one more of that bullshit with your master, Ahren makes more trilling videos and what not. Look man, I don’t know who will weep bitterly, but the way things are going, you certainly will. Because real men fight in a ring which has real men and not ghosts and shadows. You might be all cool performing behind all those made up things you have with you to make you menacing, but what happens when someone breaks down those walls and exposes the real you? Will you cry and beg for forgiveness? Will you fight like a man? Personally, I would stick to begging because only fools show courage and valor when things go against them. But still, even if you beg, I won’t spare you. I really have little space in my heart for beggars and cripples and who knows, maybe my beating will actually shake some sense into you and allow you to see things more clearly. So, maybe it will all turn out for the better. Right Solomon? Now interestingly, this week someone new has decided to open his mouth and he is none other than Jakob DeLion who also happens to be one of EAW’s newest acquisitions. Let me tell you a bit of history about this man. This man, ever since joining this company, has made it a routine to constantly be on the wrong side of people by just pissing them off. To be honest, I kind of like that you know. I like it when people, especially newbies, don’t get intimidated by the old and already established stars and take the attack right to them. Good work kid, I like it. Also, I am glad that you are loaded. Maybe that is going to come in useful after the match, you know, to hire a good doctor for all the hits and bumps you are going to take. Maybe also a lawyer because the amount of cry over just petty matters, I am confident that you will file a lawsuit against each and every EAW superstar for any sort of bump you sustain. You know, I find it really interesting that you had dinner with my mother, my mother whom I have never really met. My dad has given me hints sometimes as to how she was but other than that, no clue. So the question I would like to ask is, how did you find my mother? Other than somehow getting my father utter her name, there is no chance that you will be able to find her identity. Or did you have dinner with some random woman or with many random women? Well either way, having dinner with a woman is not classy. I am sure all these people you and I hate all have had dinners with one woman or the other but they are not classy. So, maybe your understanding of what class actually means needs to be changed? Either way, no need to worry. I am sure you and your team would learn plenty from me and Jon aka People with Class. If you want, we can even take you as our apprentices which would accelerate your learning. But anyways, that is after Shock Value because right now we have bigger things, isn’t it? Jakob the way I see, the only thing you have done thus far is bitching, bitching about how EAW isn’t fair with you, bitching about you should have been given more chances, but the thing is, you have lost the majority of your matches, if not all I think. Forgive me because I don’t follow matches of lesser known people, but have you won any match here? I don’t think so and again, I might be wrong, so don’t go crying about it. The thing is, you are talking to a man unbeaten and undented and right now in a team which will take the reins in the tag team division very soon and as a result spread to all the brands. You moan about EAW trying to destroy you and your team mate, Mr whose-name-I-totally-forgot but look at us, Jon and me. We too had the same negative vibe but did we moan about it? No. we stuck together no matter how much negativity the people and the other fellow wrestlers try to spread and last week we destroyed a fellow newcomer who is so scared of us that he is hiding in his mother’s basement right now. No one gives you anything Jakob, you just have to take them from their grasp and leave them crying over their loss. You might have traveled over the world Jakob but they did not teach you much about that now did it? Or they did and you just skipped it because you thought you are too good to listen? Either way, those aren’t going to help you in Shock Value because those were in the past, only to be savored and listened to at leisure times. Shock value will all be about the present and here, right now I am the better man. Look at the statistics man, I have more wins than you, less losses than you and I am seen as a future prospect. Unlike you, I am not a moaner. I am a winner. Maybe when your expensive doctor is dressing up your wounds after Shock Value, we will discuss as to who became whose bitch. Well, this might seem to be a monotonous part, but I am simply running out of ways to explain that no matter what happens, I will win on Shock Value. I mean, I have given facts, statistics but still these foolish people bicker and argue like five years old arguing for their lollipop. To be honest, I would love to see these people making up excuses for their loss because quite frankly, that is what they are going to do after shock value Cheers | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Azumi Goto
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 15th 2016, 3:45 pm | THE CHOKE ARTIST HAS FINALLY SPOKEN!!! Maddie, how many titles shot did it take to finally call yourself “The Top Women”? More than you actually needed, right? How many shots 6… 7… till you actually became a champion? It’s going to take just one. You see Maddie, I’m like an undrafted player, untested, unbreakable and yet… you’ve choked out on big match situation so much that I don’t think, this company even trust you on winning this match. WONDER WHY? Because you’ve let down yourself, the people that trusted you, and that ‘family’ is slowly… but surely going to leave you in the dust. See Maddie, you’re done, you won’t and WILL NEVER beat someone like me. Even if you combined your sorry weak ass self from PFP8 and your current self, YOU’D STILL BE THE CHOKE ARTIST. CONTINUE TO BE PROVE ME RIGHT, BY LOSING THE BIG MATCHES INCLUDING THIS ONE, SWEETS!!! Even the fact that it’s three vs one isn’t gonna stop me. Because Hyena hunts in packs, while the Lioness doesn’t need a pack to beat down her prey and kill it in an instant. It’s nice to see the Female Hunters of the Sanatorium doing something for a change, even if it’s thinking foolishly and trying to mess with the predator. See Alexis, I’m going to walk into your jungle, HUNT YOU DOWN AND TAKE IT AS MY NEW HOME. The first rule of hunting, Alexis. DON’T MESS WITH A PREDATOR THAT YOU CAN’T HANDLE BEING AROUND OR YOU’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD TAKEN OFF YOUR BODY!! So, Alexis. Don’t make claims while hiding under your husband’s enormous beard, it not what women’s wrestling is about. Remember this, your hubby won’t be there to tell you what to do when you’re in the ring looking like a confused little pup trying to find her way to safe, warm and cozy home. I’ll give you a prime example what happens when a pack of Scavengers thinks they can hunt down a mighty Lioness!!! Brody, oh… my sweet and wonderful, Brody. From trying to sniff my pink hair to now being at my throat AND yet. YOU want to bring something I’ve never seen before… well, you’ll get in line behind your sister and Erica… both look like they want to hurt me and that’s not happening. NOT A SINGLE ONE OF THEM CAN TOUCH ME!!! I’VE PROVED IT TIME AND TIME THAT THIS RING BELONGS TO ME!!! Psycho Sister #4 needs to understand, I WILL NOT BE SCARED OF WHATEVER TACTIC YOU USE!!!! Brody, you’re entering MY RING!! This squared circle is mine and will continue to be mine as I beat you down and make you realize what kind of women you and your sisters are messing with. You’ll realize there’s someone just as good as you when it comes to bringing pain to her preys AND maybe even better.I’ll show you three that I’m just as deadly, just as violent, AND JUST PLAIN BETTER THEN YOU THREE COMBINED!!! | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Jon McAdams
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 13th 2016, 12:17 am | Jon McAdams The Survivor The Tactician McAdams is sitting at the bar within his hotel suite with a drink in his hand. He is grasping at his chest and looking away from the camera. He dramatically throws his head towards heaving as he does.“Alonzo… Oh Alonzo… You’ve figured it out. You’ve cracked the code! It is true!” McAdams throws his hands into the air, clenches his fist and brings it down to his side. This whole time… I’ve just been afraid… I’ve just been afraid to face my fears. Yes… You’re figured me out. You’ve figured out that I’m deeply hurt about my parents. You’ve figured out that I’m upset because people chant your name!”McAdams throws back his drink into his mouth and turns to the camera.“How are you so brilliant, cunning, and clever! How are you able to penetrate my outer core?! Your words, they’ve touched my heart. I am a changed man! You have shown me the light and now I AM FREE! So how? How were you able to figure me out?” McAdams drops to his knees, before looking up at the camera with unimpressed eyes. “Probably because I made it pretty clear that I hate my parents. And probably because I was very open about the fact that you don’t deserve those cheers. Alonzo. You’ve never even won a match here and the crowd cheers? No. I don’t think so. You’re mistaken, friend. Here’s the thing, PWC is the greatest thing going in EAW today and this crowd will see it or they will be made to see it. I do hate you Alonzo, but I am not controlled by my emotions. You'll be destroyed simply cause you're in my way”McAdams stands up pulling his cane out from the back and swinging it about.“You don’t know me. You think you do. You think you have me pegged and that’s great. But Alonzo I am not some rage induced fool who you’re going to step into the ring with and non chalantly beat. I’ve watched your matches, your development matches, your time spent honing your craft and I have learned about you because I am a tactician in the ring. I am the kind of man who knows how my enemy thinks and will dance around the fight you bring. Alonzo, when you get in the ring with me on sunday, I know what you’re going to do and how you’ll fight and I also know that between the two of us. Only one of us will literally do ANYTHING to win. You’ve got this persona to uphold, and this honor to maintain. This sad idea that things will go your way if you just think positively. PWC has no such qualms. Your mind won’t save you, and your honor will be the end of you here. No one has ever made it to the top without breaking their code and those that claim they have are liars. You say I’m behind and that unity has surpassed me… Son. PWC is the future of this business. We ARE this business. You’re a dying breed of wrestler that still believes in the fairy tale of staying true to the fans and appeasing the masses and it ends how it always does. You will be alone, you will be without hope and you will turn on the ones that you claimed to love. This isn’t rhetoric or to get in your head. It’s the truth. In the end, the people will always turn on you. I don’t need to get in your head Alonzo. I don’t need to lie to you here. The truth is far more crushing, and you will soon realize it as this match ends and your body is broken on the canvas and no one is coming to your aid as PWC, the tag team of Mike Showman and Jon McAdams are beating you relentlessly and leaving you crippled in the center of the ring. First they will boo, then they will go silent. Then they will wait for your body to be peeled off the mat and brough to the back so that they can go on enjoying their show. Rage? No. I have no rage at this time. Calm, honest, passionate hatred however does fill my heart. It drives me forward to do what it takes to beat you. By the way, my name is McAdams, not MICKEY.” McAdams roars, before calming himself again. “How dare you disrespect me further. How dare you disrespect PWC! I said you were like new money and you further prove my point with your disrespect. You are classless and the truth comes out because only a thief would steal, and whether you did or didn’t. It no longer matters. I hope you did more than parade yourself around with your fans this week. I hope you come ready to bring it tomorrow because Showman and I have been salivating with anticipation at the thought of what we get to do. We’re sending a message to every young hopeful in the locker room. We’re the new top dogs. Get in line or get destroyed. Ahren got a taste, but we're going to make an example out of you Alonzo.You can’t touch the PWC, we’re a class above. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 12th 2016, 12:43 am | Voltage #3Lisbon, Portugal, Saturday, 1:15 a.m. (The scene opens on a blacked out screen.) ???: "Let all those who have ears, pay attention to the words that I speak. For they are not my own. They are the words of those who have sent me." (The cuts to a room. The walls are black and nondescript. The only illumination comes from a single light bulb hanging overhead. And standing in the middle of the room, framed in a tight close up shot, is the man the world knows as Solomon Caine.) Caine: "How does one reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with? How does one bring comprehension to those who refuse learn? The answer is, If they will not learn thru words, then they will learn thru punishment. They will be beaten and broken until they either learn or die. Contemplate this Jakob. Let your thoughts dwell upon this message. Do not close off your mind to the lesson my masters are presenting you, or it shall be not just your doom, but your eternal damnation. Because for too long you have lived like a fool. You have heard my words, but you refuse to listen. Your eyes have sight, but you refuse to see. Instead you choose to blind yourself with your own vain glory. You commit atrocities that you hope will drown out the whispers of my masters, with the cheers of hypocrites who are no better than you. You have devoted your heart, mind, body, and spirt to the pursuit of glory within a meaningless distraction that has consumed not only you, but the ones whom you refer to as family. And now, you stand before your ultimate purpose, you still rejoice in your wickedness. You have proclaimed and boasted of the evils that your hands have built. You laugh and cheer the corruption with which you have infected countless masses. You have denied my masters for far too long, and if you continue to do so, they will pour out their vengeance upon you. OPEN YOUR EYES! THE CELESTIAL VOICES THAT HAVE CALLED ME TO DO THEIR BIDDING, ARE NOT PHANTOM FEARS! THEY ARE THE HOLDERS OF POWERS THAT CANNOT BE PERCEIVED! AND YOU WOULD DARE MOCK THEM JAKOB?!? THERE IS NO UNCERTAINTY TO HOW YOUR END WILL COME!" (Caine takes a deep breath. The expression in his face turns to one of contempt, and anger. Of disappointment and despair.) Caine: "your end will beset you swiftly. It will surround you in an instant. And when it does, you will come together know an eternity of pain. A never ending nightmare from which you will have absolutely no hope of ever escaping. You and all whom you hold dear, shall weep bitter tear that will fill an ocean, as you Witness everything you have all worked so hard for, crumble to your feet. On the great day that the glorious reign falls upon the earth, they shall scrape away the putrid heathens off the face of this world. When they send down the flood of fire, the pathetic wretches will not have anywhere to turn to for salvation. They will have no delusions of their inevitable destruction. And as the flesh is burned away from their bodies, they will scream for the demon of death to grace them with mercy. But death shall turn and leave them to wallow in the muck of their own misery! just as they have turned from the call of those who sent me. Just like you have turned Jakob. You will be counted alongside the weak, inept, and sick filth. On that day you will not be able to boast, or beg, or plead. They will not come with the slightest ounce of mercy to give you, nor will they have even the smallest measure of remorse, when they erase away your foul stain. Now have you heard me Jakob? Have you finally realized what horrors are in store for you? Have you taken their words to heart? Or have you once again discarded all that I have spoken? Have you turned away from your wickedness, or have you clung to it even more tightly? Have your eyes seen the truth? OR HAVE YOU CHOSEN TO GOUGE THEM OUT SO YOU CAN REMAIN BLIND FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS UNTIL YOU HAVE DESTROYED BY THE FIRE?! THE HOUR IS DRAWING EVER CLOSER, YOU WILL BE SACRIFICED, AND THOSE WHO HAVE SENT ME WILL TAKE ANOTHER STEP TOWARD THEIR GLORIOUS REIGN UPON THIS EARTH! Whether you choose to believe me or not, you will soon see that no one can stand in the way of their will. Not you, not me, NO ONE! They have chosen me to demonstrate the works of their power, and I must oblige. May glory and honor be heaped upon my masters names. May their fire purify this entire world. And May they be pleased when the one whom they've sent, offers them sacrifice. All these thing that I have told, they must be so." | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Stephanie Matsuda
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 7th 2016, 6:15 am | “Don’t Get it Twisted” (The camera opens to Cloud on the street in her usual hoodie with a toothpick in her mouth as she’s throwing away a paper bag. She turns to the camera in mock surprise.) Ooo wow you beat Maddie and Kendra, so impressive! I got goosebumps, shivers, and all that jazz! I'm observing this new sarcastic approach you're trying out on me and let say this: stick to being the adorable Sherplex anime shirt wearing Sherball that we all know and love. Leave the ruthless aggression to us real bitches. You're tough kiddo- but if you think for one second I'm going to flinch, then go back to the drawing board because yet again you swing and miss! And is it just me or the further we get into our rivalry, the more you seem to just randomly babble on about your efficiency and how much of an innovator you are? If you were such an innovator then you work to dismantle the misconceptions about women’s wrestling. But, you won’t. You would rather hold that title of yours close, a title which you defeated a weakened Heart Break Gal for. If anything, that should be Haruna Sakazaki’s belt. No matter, because soon it will be mine. You know, I’m kind of excited about Thursday. I’m excited because I get to shut that mouth of yours once and for all. I’m excited because I get the show the world that the only way you’re able to hold that belt because of your Vixens Cup advantage. It’s one thing to win a title and another to be a fighting champion. I may have held my belt for a month, but I had a successful defense. I survived through eleven other competitors. I am the first woman to ever win a rampage match! While it wasn’t the main one, it was a battle royal nevertheless! You wanna talk about innovation Sheridan? Then change the game. Stake your claim on the legacy of this division and make waves! THAT’S what separates you from the others! THAT’S what gets you in the history books! I hope you’re taking notes sweets because I’m giving you a blueprint on becoming the greatest women’s wrestler of all time! You want to become the best? Beat Cleo’s record. As for her coming back, I don’t mind. I would come out of retirement too if I had to shut up an annoying brat like Erica Ford. She may be breaking her end of the deal, but I welcome Cleo back to the battlefield which quite honestly she belongs. If she wants a rematch, she knows where to find me. You say that I’m just an average wrestler with a case of the green eye. From an objective standpoint I can see why that is. Every time I’m faced with a conflict I seem to run to a new group of friends. But that’s the beauty of The Sanatorium- we’re more than friends. We are a family Sher! While they may be a bit more odd than I am, I’ve never felt at home as I do around them. If I want to take it there and rip my opponents apart, they approve. If I want to lay in the cut and keep my distance, they’re okay with that too. There’s no third parties separating me from them. There’s no desire to wow the audience and boots t-shirt sales. We are who we are, plain and simple. Meanwhile you’re preaching about how your proficiency shines through, but my dear the record states that I’m better than you. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it! Stephanie Matsuda can beat Sheridan Muller. That’s that the record books say! So if anything, you have to prove to ME that you’re superior! Meanwhile, I’ll keep making the Sirens my bitches, at least until Ms. Jaxon has to gull to face me in that ring on her own. Fornnow the current Women’s cham- oh wait I forgot. You’re not a woman. You’re a “vixen”. My bad sweets. You consider yourself to be a perfectionist? Heh, know what the problem with perfectionists are? They lack versatility. All you can see is what’s ahead of you. You have no peripheral vision dear. You feel you’re the only one to ever wage a one woman crusade upon the world? Pfft, cut that Lifetime bullshit and live in Reality for once in your life. You bad mouth a country you consider to be inferior, but yet you work for an American company. You write a book criticizing this said country, but your publisher is an American company! I sat down for a moment and pondered what German Efficiency really is. You never quite pinpointed what it was, and whenever you tried to explain, its definition would change. German Efficiency is your ego. Nothing less, nothing more sweets. German Efficiency is the equivalent to you shaking your fists in the air, demanding how much of a special snowflake you are compare to the rest of the world. It’s like you’re some kind of member of a ‘master race’ who’s hellbent on ‘changing the world’ through ‘any means necessary’. Hmph, you wanna be careful there Sherball. I hear you can be arrested for that kind of thinking. You demand proof that I’m the cream of the crop? True success is not instant. A legacy takes time to build, forged by an iron will and unbent determination. What I’m building...with the women around me is something you will never understand. It’s called a sisterhood. I tried with Formation, but their egos got the better of them. They listened to that snake Tarah and look where it got her! They know and understand that I can and will make this division into what it’s suppose to be. I am the War Queen after all, and my design is beginning to take shape. I don’t need to be a ‘leader of vixens’ or a ‘killer queen’. I don’t need to stand in the front of a line. A true War Queen knows she can depend on her allies to put her orders into action. But in this case...against the likes of you, I’ll handle this personally. I’ll need to remind the EAW universe that until the strap is around my waist, that title is meaningless. This ‘vixens revolution’ is nothing but a circle jerk for the execs to feel better about themselves. Each one of you is just as good as your male counterparts, but time after time you all fall short at supporting that claim. Sheridan...think carefully as we get closer to Thursday. Choose your words carefully and devise a winning strategy. I will hurt you sweets. I will slice you up into pieces. I will devour you and spit out the bones. Don’t get it twisted sweets. This isn’t just a regular match on a Thursday night. This is your official test to see if you’re a one hit wonder, or a champ who is here to stay. If you win, then you’re bonafide. But IF and WHEN you lose...there will be blood in the water. The sharks will come for you Sheridan. Keep spouting that German Efficiency shit. We’ll see how efficient you are when the odds overwhelm you. Wanna know why I always walk around with a squad? Because you never know when some snot nosed tramp wants to take you out for good. (moves closer to the camera) The wolves are at the gate sweets. We’re at your fucking door! WE’RE IN FRONT OF YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE POUNDING AT THE FUCKING DOOR! (flinches aggressively) Huh!? What you gonna do Goldilocks!? The bears want their porridge but you ate it all! (steps away arms out) What are you going to do sweets? I’ll tell you what you’re doing to do. You’re going to do what you did two weeks ago. You’re going to lie there and let my sisters and I have our way with you. We have our way with everybody. Nobody can stop the Sisters of the Sanatorium. Nobody can stop… (giggles) The Coven. (flicks a toothpick at the camera and walks away cackling) | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 5th 2016, 8:38 pm | Voltage #3Madrid, Spain, Sunday, 6:55 p.m. (The scene opens backstage at the Barclaycard Center. It's here about as far away from the ring crew setting up the stage for this week's episode of voltage whilst remaining in the building, that we come across a small, dark corner. It's here that we find Solomon Caine, seated on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest.) Caine: "The fool upon the hill believed himself to be a king upon a mountain. He boast about his strength. He shouts to all who would hear him, great blasphemies that pour out from his evil tongue, like spoiled nectar from rotten fruit. He claims that his might will save him. He will not last but mere seconds when the time of their choosing has arrived. He speaks ill of the one who they have sent. But it is not me whom he should fear. I but the servant, I only came to prepare the way. It is my masters who's will must come to pass. DO YOU THINK YOU WILL BE FORGIVEN FOR SLANDERING THEM?!? Yooouu who couldn't even stand on your own, you think that you will somehow be passed over in judgement? Does your bravado, and ego, blind you to truth? Or are you simply one who still lives in denial of the great and glorious fire which is coming? In either circumstance you have cast yourself as a fool. Daaaannnnnnyyyy, you need not worry about wasting the time you have left upon this earth. For it has already dwindled away to nothingness. Soon, you will suffer in a manner that none has even dreamed existed. The eternal nightmare that you will come to call life, will beset you on every goddamn side! Because you dared to try and defy them. You dared to try and be counted amongst those who stand against them. So now your due punishment will be carried out more swiftly then you realize. And with your demise, they will once again display their power to the wretched filth who live as ignorant as you do. They will watch as your body is torn apart, and broken before their eyes. They will listen as you scream in agony, for salvation from the fire that will eat away at your flesh for an eternityyyyy! YOU Danny, you will burn. You will burn!" (Caine clutches his face in his hands and begins to rock back and forth.) Caine: "I wish it wasn't so, I wish it wasn't so, I WISH IT WASN'T SO! Don't burn Danny, don't burn! Save yourself! You can't. Run! You can't. The fire is never ending, the torture is forever. The time is at hand and no one can STOP IT!!! Arrghhubggg." (Caine inhales deeply.) Caine: "there is nothing that can stop what must be done. Nothing that can prevent what I must do to you. I'm sorry. IM SORRY! Know that what I am doing, I don't want this. But I must, I must because I don't it want to draw that wrath. I don't want to feel the the fire. I don't wish to be trampled and crushed under the Their feet. They have chosen me to do their bidding, and if I should fail to do I will know an unending hell that will consume me. Just as it will consume everyone else in the path of the glorious reign. The. Glorious. Reign." (Caine removes his hands from his face. His eyes look glazed over with a far away look about them, His jaw hangs open. Slowly he nods his head yes.) Caine: "I hear, I understand. I will serve. He who serves shall be spared. He who clears the way shall find favor. He who has brought the end of ages, shall see the glorious reign. And he who has not will be torn asunder, they will quiver in fear as they watch all that they have made be undone in the blink of an eye. He who is weak, or sick, or inept, or is of any other form of heathen, will see their flesh rips from those bones. Will weep bitter tears that shall run like rivers thru the streets. And will cry out with screams that will echo out forever. The time is drawing closer and closer. The day is coming sooner than you could hope. All shall be made pure, they have told me and it must be so." (The camera blacks out) The end. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Cailin Dillon
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! November 2nd 2016, 2:41 pm | It was either a grand misunderstanding of everything I said, or this is just how it works. This is how you need it to work. You got one thing right though. My skull is thick as hell. I’m a crazy bitch that doesn’t stop fighting until the end. You somehow took that I wasn’t dangerous from the beginning? When the fuck have you been dangerous? Last week? Give me a break woman. I’m still waiting for the moment when you give it to me straight and really explain why it has to be some sort of different way now. I know who you are and what you are and I know who you’re trying to be right now. This is some kind of great story you’ve spun thought this week. That’s for sure. I’m not telling you that I’m giving you an actual fight. I’m telling you this will be, without a doubt, the fight of your life. You said once this week that I needed to fight for my life in this match. You’re about to get everything you can handle and then some. You’ve given me no reason to be afraid. No reason to believe otherwise. So I tell you now, buckle up and get ready for what’s about to come. I’m whipping your ass all over this ring. I’m going to redefine the word dangerous for you. I’m going to make sure you know what it means when someone says they’re redesigned. I built a reputation for a reason. Now I’m about to destroy this reputation you tried to build for yourself this week. I’m supposed to believe you’re capable of beating me until I’m damn near dead. Maybe even all the way. The only thing I believe is Cailin Dillon comes out of Empire with another win. You’ve spent so much time mocking me this way and telling me how it’s going to be. You tell me facts. You haven’t got shit to back it up. It’s amazing really, that so much nonsense can come from one girl. Meanwhile she has the ability to stand over there and just spout bullshit like someone turned on the faucet and it just got stuck. That’s what this is like from day to day this week. I wait for an answer from you, I get one, and then it’s just more of the same junk. You want to call me a Hallmark card, bitch maybe I can find you a good one to help you get over this loss you’re about to take. Just accept it, you’re all words at this point. I take you seriously as a threat, even if your threats are pretty hard to believe. You’re begging me to just look at you as this unbelievable ass kicker that ends her battles with her opponents left in blood. And it’s hard to do. Because in the end I know what’s going to happen in this match. You keep telling me I can’t handle you. You think you’ve put pressure on me and I just can’t deal with it. No way baby girl. I’ve felt worse pressure. The only think I’m feeling right now is excitement. Because I’m about to walk I between those ropes and kick you right in the damn teeth. When my boot does strike your teeth, I’ll give you every drop of that blood you want to taste and feel as you wipe it from your own lips. You say you’re a killer? I don’t see it. You aren’t capable of killing me. You aren’t a goddess and you aren’t getting your way in this match. I understand everything you want to do and this whole message that you’ve been spinning. But at the same time, I know my own message. I know my capabilities and I know that they expand a little more each and every day. Maybe I twisted your words in saying you showed up expecting a title shot. But you did show up expecting to get more than you ever earned. There’s no doubt about that. You say you want to knock off all the pegs that are in your way and go right to the top. There’s no mixed words there. I know exactly what you want and what you’re trying to do. You’re going to use this alliance for what you need and then you’re moving on if you can. We’re no different here. We’re fighting an ever expanding war. Our choices define us. You think you’re about to be a part of some amazing moment in Shock Value history. You think you’re about to change the course of this division. You’re wrong. You say you’re going to dominate me. I mean you’ve talked about me all week like I’m incapable of defending myself at all. I’m going to meet you head on, I’m going to mess your little plan up in just one week. Think about that. Everything you want to do and I can come in after just a week of your arrival and I can sink your ship. All with one match. That should be the greatest shock for you here. All the promises you made going to naught. That’s how this match is going and how it will end. You’ve talked a hell of a lot about originality this week. Why can’t we just cut the shit and admit that every thing has already been done in some way or shape. There’s plenty that makes me different. If you don’t believe it, you will be the end of Thursday. But let me clarify something for you. I don’t think the OGs are weak for aligning with the Sanatorium. No, it’s quite the opposite. Sanatorium is weak for aligning with them. I don’t blame the OGs for just accepting minions to do their bidding. That makes total sense to me. Shock Value is a long ways off. They have plenty of time to really solidify who their partners will be in that match. Maybe they’re just using Sanatorium to have someone to do the dirty work. So far, that’s all you all have done. Where are they getting their hands dirty? Seems like you girls might be getting played. Just saying. But seriously, don’t give me that shit about how you have some sort of different arrangement. You using that is laughable. Think about it. Come the end of this way, Sheridan and I will be at each other’s throats. You’d be naïve to believe it only works way. These alliances are being made for one purpose only. And once this war concludes, it’s back to everyone fighting for themselves. That’s just how it’s got to be. I’m not worried about a match with you. I was never curious about fighting you. I didn’t ask for the match, but it was given to me. You look at this like a gift. I’m looking at it as a privilege. Cleopatra just gave me an arena to kick your ass. The Sirens came together for one purpose. This is about this war. This isn’t Formation. This isn’t Iconomy or Omerta or Sanatorium. Just like the OGs. They are joined together for this war. They won’t last forever. Look at them. They’re no different. We’re all built for self destruction in the end. We’re all too competitive to just sit around and smile when we watch the opportunities slip away and fall into other hands. That’s how these businesses work. Just like you using a group as a toll. It never changes. I like you how you try to claim what I say is assumptions and what you’re doing, oh that’s facts. Get over yourself and get real, girl. This is just going to be a fight and I’d imagine no one is even going to bleed. That makes it a grand disappointment. And then all the promises you made about hurting me go by the wayside… god this all ends up looking silly in the end. If I had a dollar for every time some jackass tried to tell me I got lucky to win a match, I would be loaded down with cash. It would be incredible. Seems like all anyone wants to do these days is tell me I was lucky. Oh Cailin you were so lucky to beat Haruna that one time and then go on to be a champion for five months. Weird how you continually got lucky against everyone from rookies to seasoned veterans to the freaking leaders of the OGs. Damn girl, you better buy a lottery ticket or some scratch offs and see what happens. You just have all the luck. Right, I guess I cashed it in at Empress of Elite. You and Madison both call that match lucky and I had my way with her. She never stood a chance. She clawed her way to the ropes and I pulled her back to the middle and watched her struggle until she couldn’t take it anymore. The funny thing is we go through all of this for one match at Empire. I think you hate me or you’re trying to scare me, but I actually like you. You’re one cute and crazy package and I enjoy what you say you’re trying to bring. You’re right. You never needed to be rescued. You never even needed to leave. You could have been just fine staying right here and just fighting with the rest of us. You had all the tools but apparently you thought your time was best served on the outside. Waiting and watching until the moment was right. Opportunity came and you took it and now we stand here on the opposite sides and finally the two of us get to fight and we get to find out what will happen. You know what, you’re damn right I’m talking about winning a title. I have no shame in it. I have a title shot, guaranteed, coming up. I worked for it and I earned it. I get to talk about it for that reason. Listen dipshit, I lose matches. Everyone loses matches. But I don’t just lay down and let it come easy. Not like you seem to pretend I will. That won’t go down like this. I don’t have to love losing to you. Maybe you will get a chance to beat me. Maybe all these wild dreams will come true. But absent will be this big statement. You aren’t going to dominate me and make me bleed. You aren’t going to destroy me. I won’t let you. It’s funny how you can talk about how you have a huge ego and you’re proud of it, but then you tell me my ego is too big. God you are such a hypocrite it cracks me up. This match is so going the complete opposite of the way you promised. Sweets this has been a fun little battle of words, but I’ve started to grow pretty tired of listening to you drone on and on about making me bleed and feeling that warmth between your finger tips. I didn’t realize I was booked to fight a vampire this week. Pretty cool stuff. You have the false sense of believing you got under my skin. I didn’t know what to expect from you at the beginning of the week. Was I going to get the same Brody Sparks that sucked the wind out of the Vixen’s Division with her performance early on. Or was it going to be something new with teeth. That’s what I got, something different. It’s exciting. I like new and I like challenging. Maybe you should have asked around because apparently you watched me fight and came up with some sort of false sense of security. Maybe you will make an impact now that you’re back. Time will tell. But this week I’m going to beat you and I’m going to smile at the end of this match. Blow you a kiss or place it right on your frustrated lips as I walk away from that ring with my head still held high. A footnote, ha. Just when I want to give you credit for being so original you take the path that so many before you have. You know where each and everyone of those Vixens ended up? On the losing end of a match with me. I’m not saying you’re just like them… but you’re making the same mistake. Thursday is my day, baby. I’m taking this match. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Ahren Fournier
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2016, 9:49 am | (Scene starts with Ahren Fournier standing outside in front of the building that he normally works out at in an undisclosed location)Jon McAdams, I really don’t have anything say to be honest, because you didn’t say anything. I can’t respond to what you did, because all you did was the same thing. You didn’t try to defend yourself with everything that I said, so I mean I guess I can just sit here and stare at the camera for like 5 minutes. That would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than whatever the hell you just did. It’s very ironic how these two, other one being Mike Showman, are calling me retarded when it’s clear they have some sort of mental disorder. Hence why they can’t think of an actual argument against me other than going to the classic 3rd grade response of, you’re retarded, I mean wow, good one. The one thing that he keeps going back to in his over the top shit fest was that I do the same thing. I understand what he’s trying to say, he’s saying that my style is the same every time. But like, it’s a style, if it isn’t broke why fix it? Look at all the legends of this business they follow a formula. Even with that, how do I change what happens in my life? I can’t help what happens in my day to day life anyways, this stuff just happens. Whatever I’m doing seems to be working, and whatever you’re doing seems to not be working at all, seeing that you hardly ever win. Again you can look at the tape of the party I threw, and see that no one you interviewed was even there, so the one childish argument that I have no friends is voided because it's fake. And you waste your entire time droning on and on about it like anyone cares, but at the end of the day, why would any of that even hold any matter to the match itself? Well it wouldn’t, and won’t, so you’re just wasting your time. It seems that you have this mighty harsh opinion on me, and you love interviewing people to see what they think of me too. Because apparently to you other peoples opinions on people matter a lot. Not the results of the match, everything that leads up to it, and peoples opinions on that, that’s what matters most apparently. So lets see what everyone thinks about you. I’ve decided to get a group of my wild lesbian’s and take to the streets.(Group of lesbians show up behind him, nodding) LEGO!!(They all start running around the streets, lesbians in toe, until they reach someone random walking in the streets) Ahren: SIR SIR HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JON MCADAMS!!! Sir: WHO????? Ahren: GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER (They run again, until they find someone else) Ahren: SIR WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JON MCADAMS??? Stranger #2: Who is that? Ahren: GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER!! (Someone else walks by) Ahren: MAM MAM, THE LESBIANS WANT TO KNOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JON MCADAMS??? Mam: I don’t know who that is Ahren: ALRIGHT GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER.. C’MON LESBIANS!!! (They run again, until they see a kid) Ahren: KID, KID, DID YOU ESCAPE FROM THE SANATORIUM??? Kid: What? Ahren: NOTHING, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JON McADAMS???? Kid: That creepy looking guy on TV? With the Pedophile mustache and milky skin? Ahren: uh, kind of harsh language from a child… But yes that would be the one… Kid: Yeah he creeps me out, like he gives me nightmares… Ahren: Just a miracle you know who he is… GOOD ANSWER GOOD ANSWER.. COME ON LESBIANS!! (They start running again) One of the lesbians that is more out of shape than the others: WHY ARE WE RUNNING Ahren: DON’T ASK QUESTIONS WE NEED EXCERSISE… (He slows down) But we can take a break if you’d like.. Lesbians: Thank you Ahren Ahren: No problem, I’m a people pleaser, when we’re done here I’m going to get you all some Starbucks coffee!! Lesbians: Yay! Ahren: Lets just stand here on the street corner, we don’t have to run anywhere (Group of people pass by) Ahren: Any thoughts on Jon McAdams? Group person #1: Nope Group person #2: Who? Group person #3: Hey ladies, what are you doing hanging out with this guy Ahren: Umm that’s not the question I asked, but either way they’re lesbians, they’re not interested One of the lesbians: Yeah little boy, we don’t want any of that shit Group Person #3: I can change your mind (One of the lesbians breaks out of the pack and punches him in the face. He goes down like a sack of potatoes) Ahren: Yeah they don’t like when you say that… But thoughts on Jon McAdams? (He kneels down and puts the microphone right in the guys mouth) Group Person #3: HmREOiJOSDIFJDSO Ahren: Hmmm sounds about right… Well I hope this taught you a lesson of showing respect to your fellow humans… Group Person #4: Hi Ahren: Hi, that was awkward… umm what? Group Person #4: I just feel like…. You don’t show respect on a weekly basis though… Ahren: Oh but I do, for I am the Trill Fairy… (back up to the lesbian that punched the dude) Speaking of which you’re getting a visit to….. wait… You don’t need a condom. Hmmmmm well this changed everything, vibrator? Get you a giant black vibrator? I don’t know we’ll think of something… (Goes back to the guy that basically insulted him) No, I don’t, I hit on girls, and if they don’t enjoy my advances then I stop. The only problem with that is I’ve never been stopped because I haven’t met a woman that doesn’t want it…. Except these lesbians. Group Person #4: What about the interviewer you always hang around with Ahren: I mean we’re friends, friends bust each others balls all the time, clearly you haven’t had a good enough friendship where you could do that. Group Person #4: I mean, I guess that makes sense… Ahren: So you have feelings about Jon McAdams then? Group Person #4: I do… I think he’s good, but he can’t really bring anything home.. Ahren: What do you mean by this “Take anything home”… Like a female? You mean he can’t bang anyone? Group Person #4 : No… I mean, he does well in matches, he just can’t figure out how to win them. Ahren: I see I see…. Maybe it’s because he never changes what he says…. And even has promos where he doesn’t really have a point at all. Group Person #4: Possibly Ahren: And your feelings on The Crown Jewel Ahren Fournier? Group Person #4: Well you’re a dick…. But like the announcers say every week, you’re the future of this business, Jon McAdams is not. I’m a fan of EAW so I know who he is, but if you walked up and down this street asking random people what they thought of him, I feel like most of the answers would be who, or just a confused what? He ain’t legend Ahren: That’s funny because I just did that, and that’s actually and accurate depiction of what happened. So you would say that Jon McAdams is jealous of me? Group Person #4: I would, and it doesn’t really seem like he has much to say to back anything up either, it’s kind of pathetic. Like he’s self imploding and stopping what little success he had. Ahren: Whoa those are some pretty big and wise words from you sir. Well you can be on your way, I think me and the lesbians are done here. Come on lesbians lets get you that Starbucks coffee!!! WOOOO Lesbians: WOOOOOO!!!! Group Person #4: Hey before you go Ahren: Yes? Group Person #4: Whats the deal with the lesbians? Ahren: Relax Jerry Seinfeld… They’re my friends, they enjoy the fact they’re lesbians, so to call out to the group, it’s just easier to do that this way. I thought it would be a fun activity for us, to get exercise, and get opinions at the same time. And they’re a fun and wild group, which is why I called them wild lesbians. Group Person #4: So like, you’re not gonna bang them? Seems like you bang every girl you run into Ahren: No, because I know that they’re lesbians, I’m not one to force myself on someone. Besides we’re friends. I’ve always wanted a friend of the opposite sex but the problem is they always catch feelings for me and want to bang me. This is perfect because they don’t want to bang me, and I don’t want to bang them, simple as that. Group Person #4: Fair enough… Well me and my friends have to take Group Person #3 to the hospital, bye Ahren Ahren: Bye Group person #4… WELL MY WILD LESBIAN FRIENDS DID WE HAVE FUN???? Lesbians: YEAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Ahren: Jon, I hope this opened your eyes more about what the outside world actually thinks about you. Seeing that you care so much about what others think about me, you probably care a whole lot of what everyone thinks... Or doesn't think about you. I mean half of these people don'te even know who you are. Anyways please don’t do another one of those stupid scientist promo things, I got bored halfway, fell asleep, and repeated the process until like the 5th try. You really know how to bore me… BYE… SAY BYE TO JON LESBIANS! Lesbians: BYEEEE.. STARBUCKS, STARBUCKS, STARBUCKS *they chant as they start walking away* (Ahren and the lesbians walk off camera en route to Starbucks, camera fades to black) | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Jon McAdams
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 27th 2016, 2:51 am | Jon McAdams The Survivor The room has roughly fifteen men wearing suits standing behind different connected computer screens in what seem to be NASA space station.Jon McAdams is standing at the center platform flanked by a two men in scientist coats.“The analysts have screened this garbage and have determined that there are at least fifteen obvious Ahren Fournier tropes in his segment alone so please everyone, put on your protective glasses as this is a dangerous amount of unoriginality,” McAdams addresses everyone in the room. “He really is a tired hack,” one of the men in the science coats said while slipping on his goggles, while others followed and nodded.“Alright men, this is what we've worked for. By my careful calculations I predict we may have a class 4 or even a class 5 Aspergers mental breakdown. Which means this segment he's sent us could be the greatest one one we’ve ever caused“A class 5? Is this the moby dick of mental breakdowns?” Many of them murmur similar things.“Start it up and brace yourselves team.” The Ahren Fournier segment with Flannery begins to play.“Sir, it’s only four lines in and it’s already hitting dangerously high levels of cringeworthiness”“Keep it rolling, man!” McAdams says not moving his eyes from the screen. “We must get through it.” “It’s like I’ve seen all this before. It’s almost as if I’ve watched this same interview every single week of this guy’s career.” The other man in the scientist coat says this while lighting a cigarette. “It’s because you have, son,” McAdams shakes his head solemnly. “It’s because you have…”“Sir!” One of the men sitting at the computer begins to slam his fingers into the keyboard in front of him. “These lines are so tired, they are making our system slow down.”“My god! He’ll kill us all with his unoriginality!” another man screams.“HOLD FAST, MEN!” McAdams grips the bars in front of him as the red alert light goes off and the lights dim. “We must get through this!”“Alright, his ‘super serious’ monologue is starting! Brace yourselves!”“Oh my!” The scientist to his left looks down at his tablet. “Sir, this is incredible, he’s already at a level 3 Breakdown and he’s just started.”“This man is mad! Why is he mad?”“Sir! We can’t fact check him fast enough! He’s projecting his personal problems so quickly and saying so many things that are false that it’s jamming our systems.”“I can’t take this! IT’S TOO AWFUL TO BARE!” One of the men in uniform pulls out a taser from his holster and jams it into his neck before passing out.“HOLD ON MEN! WE’RE ALMOST THERE!” McAdams roars.“Sir, we’ve already hit class 5! It’s still climbing!”“We just hit CLASS 6 with that copycat comment sir! He’s started to calm down, it seems the drugs and alcohol he’s taking have started to kick in again.”“Thank god,” McAdams breathes deeply. “We did it men, he’s started his boring closing monologue again.”"Sir, I can 100 percent confirm that he literally shit his pants in that segment."The red alert light turns off as the dim lights return to their original bright state. People in the room all begin clapping and congratulating each other,“I want to thank all of you for your hard work. Without you, we would have never been able to experience the beautiful reaction we just did here tonight. You’re amazing people, and I want to thank you all for your hard work and dedication. The hours spent to get this man to the mental place he was in during this segment is something we should all be proud of. We now know the truth, this is not the future of EAW. This is not a threatening person… No. This is a poor soul, lost in drugs and alcohol. With no real friends and a severe mental handicap. I use to think he was a good wrestler… but I now understand, it was simply retard strength.”The people continue to clap and nod. A tear streaks down the one of the soldiers eyes.“It will be sad, being forced to put down this poor retarded man, but it’s for the best.. I hope that prostitute made it out ok.”“Prostitute?”“Yeah, the one he’s always with. Flannery”“What about how he ended it?”“Again, I’m not sure what he means… this whole thing is about our match sunday… The mixture of his mental disorder, the drugs, and the alcohol must be why he continues not to make sense. Anyway, I don’t directly respond to garbage so, he can take his challenge and pay one of his fake friends to fulfill it for him.”“Stay at your battle stations this week team. Expect to hear more from him and keep this place floating.”The room stands up and salutes him as he walks out. One of the men is crying.“I’ve got a meeting with a new friend to attend.”McAdams walks out as the camera fades. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Cailin Dillon
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 26th 2016, 9:14 pm | Well this was, 1. Shocking and 2. Shockingly easy to respond to. This was what you waited all week to say to me and Sheridan? Flat out hunny, you are not good at your job. Where are these amazing accomplishments or great matches to make me believe otherwise? Oh but there was that time you were supposed to be in a special match but you didn’t get to be because Tarah Nova hurt you. I remember that. I remember everyone seeing your name tossed in the ring for that and every single person in the locker room giving the same resounding, huh? It was even more random than the amount of times Madison Kaline was just dropped into title matches as a filler, even while no one expected anything out of her. Maybe you would have challenged for that title, but I expect it would be far more embarrassing a challenge than it should be. Oh, please give me that line. “Oh yeah, at least I would have had a Vixen’s title match.” Bitch I turned the Specialist’s title from trash to treasure in months. It was supposed to be a consolation prize, I made it something valued by the likes of Tarah and Kendra Shamez, and even your “sister” Cloud Matsuda. Go ahead, take the role of mercenary and own it with pride. I’ve killed mercenaries before. It surprises me that you think this deal with the devil would benefit your family at all. Such a naïve belief to think they care about you at all. You can have all the respect in the world for me or any of them, but at the end of the day one truth will remain. The world run by no group is the best world of all. We’re not fighting to make sure we can take control. We’re tearing apart that battlefield you speak of and rebuilding it to how it should be. I don’t care if you’re OG, Siren or Sanatorium or even unaffiliated. If you work your way to an opportunity and you really do deserve it, no one person or even three should be able to interrupt and rewrite your destiny. That’s what we’re facing right now. And you only see it one way. Your perception of this whole situation is as strange as any I’ve encountered. But you say you aren’t about the games. You’re just here to do what you do. I guess that’s to lose matches or something. I’m still trying to define what it is that you are actually doing here. At least you’re here and at least you’re still putting in an effort. Even if this is as much an effort as I remember ever seeing out of you. It’s still then many more around here can say. But if you want to put yourself in the same class as others rightfully fighting for titles right now, at least do something with your career that proves you deserve it. I’ve been given nothing. Not a damn thing. I had to fight to have a chance at fighting for the Specialist’s title. And I had to win a whole tournament just for a chance at the Vixen’s title. And when I win that title, it will be because I worked my ass off and I earned it. It won’t be because of family or anything else. It will be me. And another thing here. You and I seem to remember my early days in this company very differently. When I conquered early with Iconomy? Are you kidding? What the hell has Eclipse done to your brain to make you think anything that happened during that period was successful? Iconomy is a joke. Things started to happen for me when I left JJ to scoop out the water he was taking on by his own accord. That’s right, call me a deserter or call me what ever you want. I call myself smart for seeing how dumb he was. He was running his little pony show into the ground and Eclipse and Chris Elite were happy to run it. No, I conquered when I took my career into my own hands. I destroyed Haruna Sakazaki to take her title. I held that title for months. I defeated the Vixen’s Champion, I defeated HBG and ended Hexa-Gun. And now I’m standing here as the Empress of Elite and you’re seriously going to tell me this is a whole new ballgame? You might be just starting to find your place, but don’t confuse me with being content with where I am. You’re wasting your time with that approach. Calling me an obstacle, and an insignificant one at that? The kinds of things you say aren’t just stupid, but they add fuel to the fire of two people who are fighting as well as anyone in the business right now. You don’t have to live in the shadows, but I’m not taking a seat stage right and watching you try to resurrect whatever you call this thing you’ve been doing since you joined EAW. I’m not done. I’m just beginning. And I’m not about to let someone obsessed with taking everything from me and her leader’s wife take me down for personal shits and giggles. I’m not thirsting for glory. This isn’t about titles and trophies for me. This is about fighting. I love the fight and that’s what I thirst for. Honestly, I can’t get enough. I love the challenge. I don’t care if the challenge comes from the best wrestler in the world, or a competitor I will always respect and Eclipse’s woman. Whether you choose a side or not, this war will happen. You’ll either be a part of it or you will be the mercenaries that get crushed in the middle. We’re putting it all out on the line to prove what we believe is the right way. You can either live in a world where you have a chance and you can actually go somewhere in your career, or you can live in a world where you serve as someone’s bitch. Maybe that’s what your content to do. But not me. So I’ll fight alongside our Vixen’s Champion this week and we will win, and then I won’t stop fighting these matches until I win the war. And then, me and Sheridan will talk about a match. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 25th 2016, 1:15 am | DYNASTY PROMO #3 (The scene opens inside Banquet room of the Lowes Vanderbilt hotel in Nashville, Tennessee. It's here that we find a number of members from both the local, and the national news gathered together for a chance of a juicy sound bite from EAW's self-proclaimed Social Media Champion, Picture Perfect Mark Michaels. The incomprehensible murmuring among the reporters quiets down as hot shot super agent Johnny J, steps on stage and up to the podium.)Johnny: "Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the press for being here today. As you all know this Friday night, Dynasty will emanate from the Bridgestone Arena here in Nashville. It is on that night that the fans of Elite Answers Wrestling will see the long awaited return of the unquestioned, unequaled, and undisputed Social Media Champion of the world, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels."(Johnny takes a few steps to the side as Michaels replaces him at the podium.)Michaels: "I'd like to read a statement I've prepared after which I will take a few questions. Five Months ago I told the world that if I couldn't beat the Mexican Samurai one on one, that I would have my contract with EAW dissolved and walk away from the one dream I've had since I was just a seven year old kid in Minneapolis. I lost that match and since that day I have spent the past five months just chomping at the bit for a chance to get back into the ring. This Friday night, I have that opportunity. I will be competing one on one with James Knight live on Dynasty.. So with this time I'd like to thank the man who made this all posible... MYSELF. I was the most talented man on the Dynasty roster. EAW management could not find anyone in this entire world who could ever hope to fill my shoes. Not that they didn't try, but how could anyone ever hope to compare themselves to absolute perfection! So for the record, this Friday Mark Michaels is back on Dynasty, and he is going to show every last over rated, under developed, peons who dare to call themselves pro wrestlers, just how it's done in the ring. Questions"(The reporters all raise their hands, and loudly call out for Michaels' attention. Michaels chooses one, a man in his mid fourties a bit overweight, and with a soft, southern accent in his speach.)Reporter#1: "Mister Michaels, You have been away from the sport of pro wrestling for five months, do you thing that you'll have any rust to knock off in your match this Friday? And if so do you believe it will affect the outcome?"Michaels: "My answer is no to both questions. I've kept myself in perfect condition during my time off, and if anything being away for that long has given me a proper chance to rest up and comeback better than ever."(The reporters again clamor for Michaels attention, this time he picks a woman in her early thirties.)Reporter #2: "Your scheduled opponent will be James Knight. Considering the long history he's had with substance abuse do you think that perhaps he might try to injure you before or after your match?"Michaels: "No I don't believe so. First I was very careful to make sure my hotel wasn't near any crack houses or meth labs, which is no easy task in this state B.T.W., so I doubt I'll see Jimmy before we step into the ring. And as for after the match, James is gonna be left laying unconscious by a Screen Cracker, so there will be zero chance of him trying something funny after the match is over."(Michaels chooses one last reporter, a man late twenties.)Reporter #3: "How do you plan to take on someone as unpredictable, and quite frankly, dangerous as James Knight?"Michaels: "Well to be fair it's hard to gameplan for someone like James because no one really knows what he's going to do, himself included. But that being said you also have to realize just how far off he's fallen. I remember seeing some tape of James before his personal problems started getting the better of him and thinking, man there is a guy who might actually be a challenge if we ever locked up in the ring. But sadly those personal issues did get the better of him, and know at just thirty three years old he's a shell of the man he used to be. He's a wrestling tragedy waiting to write out it's final chapter, which will begin this Friday when that bell rings. I am going to beat down Jim Knight worst than he's ever been beaten before. I am going to give him such an ass whipping, they'll need to put him in a rehab facility afterward. James Knight has his share of personal problems, the biggest of which is that he's be the person I make a statement out of so that the entire Dynasty locker room gets put on notice. Then after I'm finished with Jmaes, I'm gonna do exactly what I do to him, to the guy I'm gonna face next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, on and on until I stand on top of not only Dynasty, but all of EAW as the World Heavyweight Champion! Because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero to millions upon millions of followers. Ones who know that drug free is the way to be if you don't want to end up like James Knight will this Friday. Ones who have recognized me as the single best professional athlete to ever grace a wrestling ring with his presence. That is why they have declared me to be their undisputed Social Media Champion. I am brightest burning star that EAW has ever known, and the fact that I am makes me the undisputed Destiny of Dynasty. And all this is made possible by the FACT that I am the only man worthy of being call Perfect. Meanwhile all James Knight could ever dream about being anymore, is being adequate enough to stand five minutes in the ring with me. So Jimmy, go ahead and light one up, do a line, hell prep a needle, because this Friday night in fornt of all my followers, your gonna O.D. on me beating your junkie ass from bell to bell, and like it or not you better start Picturing THAT! this press conference is over."(Camera's flash as Michaels takes his leave of the stage.)FADE TO BLACK. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Jon McAdams
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 21st 2016, 8:25 am | Jon McAdams The Survivor #3Jon flips on the lights as the camera pans back to reveal a garage filled with several expensive looking old cars. He steps out from the door and walks towards one of the cars and glides his hands across it. A 55 Chevy Bel air. “This was my father’s favorite car,” McAdams smile slowly peels back as his eyes widen. “He loved it. He loved it more than he loved me, his wife, his actual son… hehehehe. He had a lot of cars that he loved in his garages but I only took these four when I left. Quantity is not always quality you see. A lesser man looks at the collection and sees a gold mine. Each one just as incredible as the next. I see twelve cars, and only four of these cars were worth anything, and each one simply because they meant something to me. But this one means the most from me because it was the one I drove away in while my father was put away in prison. It drove the point home. It was the nail in the coffin. The true understanding between us of what I am. You see, when I win, I don’t want it to be just a win. I don’t want just a victory. I want to eat at you from the inside. I want you to give me your best and for it to fall apart in front of you as I’ve torn your brain asunder, and I’ve broken your spirit. When I defeated my father. I took away his money. I took away his family. I took away his freedom. I took away the sentimental things that meant most to him. I think back to what I said earlier. I do want to help you. I do want to save you. I do want to break you free, but little Danny… It’s not really for you… It’s the pleasure of getting to destroy a man. To destroy Solomon Caine. To ravage the very being and to break down your very beliefs. I want to make you nothing. I want the satisfaction of seeing Little Danny Rodriguez. Broken like I was. Broken like I’ve been. And nothing again. This false identity. This weakness. Solomon Caine. When I beat a man, I want to beat everything that they are so that they know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am greater. That I am The Survivor and they are weakness. Assaulting Bartenders and yelling at drunks. Showing that you are mad and that you have no self control. It doesn’t intimidate me. How can you expect to beat me when you can’t even defeat your anger? “McAdams picks up a remote and points it at a television mounted on the wall. There are several of them.“I know your moves. I know how you are. I know how you fight. I know you, little Danny. But you don’t know me. You are not prepared to step into the ring and you may not care because you believe so much in your false master. And that’s going to be the most beautiful part of all of this. I’m going to prove that your master is nothing. At the moment when you thought you had this victory… well.”The first television turns on. there is a shot of a young Jon McAdams stepping onto a circular platform across from another youth of larger size. McAdams runs forward as the Youth takes a big swing at him, but McAdams catches the hand and wraps his body around the boys arm, attempting to take him down but the boy holds himself up and slams McAdams on the floor. The Youth raises his fist and begins to batter McAdams face but McAdams manages to kick upwards blindly hitting the youth in the nose. McAdams rolls away and pushes forwards towards the youth but backs away at the last second as a huge right hand comes his way. McAdams lunges onto the arm once again but this time the youth pulls back to lift him but McAdams drops ontop of his face. McAdams draws a small shiv from his sleeve and knicks the youths eyes. As McAdams is thrown off of the boy, he rolls away and waits quietly as the youth swings his arms around screaming about how McAdams cheated. McAdams rushes forward from behind and kicks the back of the knee of the youth, as he buckles, McAdams rams his knee over and over into the boys face and rolls back before running forward and slamming both his knees into the youths face. The larger boy drops unconscious.McAdams turns on the second television as he begins to chuckle to himself.A slightly older Jon McAdams steps into the octagon for what appears to be a local venue for MMA. Standing across from McAdams is a much larger opponent. He is well built, with a mohawk and is beating his chest as the crowd roars for him. He rushes McAdams but McAdams dodges out of the way and runs. The crowd boos this as McAdams continues to do this. Dodge and retreat, occasionally taking a swing but mostly running. The larger man starts to slow a little bit and stagger after a couple of minutes. McAdams stops and waits, watching the man. The Man looks as if he is going to rush him but then instead vomits on the floor. McAdams grins and rushes forward but the man is faster and catches him with a hard right knocking McAdams to the floor, the mount quickly mounts Jon and is about to begin pounding him when he seems to weaken and stall again. McAdams grabs the back of his head and reels him close.“You shouldn’t treat your competition like garbage when you don’t know them. You shouldn’t bully someone for being smaller than you, and you most certainly shouldn’t do all these things and then leave your water bottle in the same room as them.”“You-, what did you do? Did you poison me?” The man stammered, as McAdams lays into his head with heavy elbows.“I would never do something like that… and you’ll never prove that I did,” McAdams kicks the man off of him and runs up against the fence, leaping off of it and dropping his knees onto the mans head as the camera goes black.”McAdams turns on the next one.Keelan Cetinich has McAdams set up to be finished off in the ring but Nathan Fiora’s music hits. Keelan turns around distracted as McAdams rolls him up for the finish, the ref counts 1-2-3 and McAdams wins and quickly rolls out of the ring. Keelan is furious and turns around enraged at what just happened when from behind Nathan Fiora begins his assault. Moments later Keelan is stretchered out of the building.McAdams turns on the last one.Black Sven starts the match off charging the ring as McAdams and him both begin to exchange blows until it seems Sven starts to get the upper hand. The match carries on as Black Sven seemingly dominates him throughout and at the first chance McAdams attempts to hit Sven with his cane from the side of the ring but the ref stops him. As the refs back is turned McAdams knocks sven down with a roll of quarters and gets the pin.McAdams turns off all the televisions with a light switch.“You have a lot to say about your master, and the darkness, and the rain, and cleansing but to me. It’s all just words. What horrors have you brought about the world? What justice has your false masters word brought forth? Where has my penance been paid for the terrible things I’ve said? I still stand here, with money, and success, and the very joy of pressing into your head the truth of my words, yet I have had no consequences. Because I forge my own path. Not one out of weakness, but one that was made because I am smarter, I am real, and I am a survivor. Everything you just saw wasn’t shown to you because I want you to see what I’m going to do. I showed it to you because what I offer is something real. Something Tangible. The things of this world, are here and now. The victories I have tasted, the power that I have come to have because I believe in something real. “McAdams slaps the chevy with his cane. “This is here cause of me. Not because your false master willed it.”McAdams steps into the car as Gary gets in the passenger seat and the camera man sits in the back. When he gets into the car he turns the camera to see a stuffed scarecrow sitting in the back with Solomon Caine’s face pasted onto it. McAdams pulls out of the home and begins to drive.Several minutes pass until McAdams arrives at an airport and gets out of his car after parking it.“Now Little Danny. I know what you’re thinking. You’re going to tear away material possessions and you’re going to do this and that,” McAdams grins madly. “I want you to understand something. This car means a great deal to me but it only means that thing because it reminds me of a time when I won. A complete victory. And that, more than anything, is what I care about. McAdams pulls his pipe out, lighting it with a match before throwing the match onto the scarecrow body of Solomon Caine.“I do this, because I want you to see what happens. I want you to look me in the eyes this sunday after our match and realize the truth. Your false master did not save you from my cheating ways, he did not stand by you when I broke you down, he did not answer you when you called for my penance. He did not do anything but let you down, because unlike me. He’s not real. He will burn you, like I will burn you.”McAdams walks away from the car as it begins to ignite further.“I’ll see you in Germany.”___________________________________________________________The Camera turns onAs Gary pulls over and points the camera over towards McAdams. The countryside of Germany is beautiful. Jon McAdams flashes a wild smile as he notices them. McAdams is wearing a peacoat with his hands in his pocket standing by a forest area. “Hey man, we barely got any sleep. Why did you call us out here?” Gary wheezed a little bit as he walked over.“Look at this. It’s beautiful, Jeff. Solomon Caine is already here. He’s here in Germany and he missed this. Just like he missed the beauty of the city. The wonder of the people. The glory that there is to be had. Little Danny wanders around this countryside concerned about his false masters will yet he manages to miss all of this around him.” McAdams takes a puff of his pipe. “There’s a lot more to this place than greed, misery, pain, and suffering. Little Danny, you talk about how your master will bring wrath. That my body is will be torn limb from limb. That your master is coming to destroy this world and the heathens that live in it. You talk about a lot of funny things Little Danny. Danny, Danny Danny Danny.”McAdams takes out a knife and begins to carve into the nearest tree. “You talk so much, Danny, but you hardly say anything at all. Your false master makes a lot of threats but never seems to make good on them. I’ve hardly had the time to say anything and you’re already throwing so much down at me without the courtesy of letting me respond. So I’ll respond twice here. Remember little Danny, it’s quality over quantity. And it’s action over talk. You want to pretend that your master is god. You want to pretend that Solomon Caine is real. It helps you rest. It helps you hide. It helps you feel like you won’t burn but little Danny boy….” McAdams steps back revealing the name Solomon Caine carved deep into the tree. McAdams then throws the knife down into the floor. “I’m not talk. Where I go, I actually leave shattered dreams. Broken hearts. And scorched earth. Why Danny!? I may just be your false Master incarnate. Maybe instead of wasting your time on something so intangible you should just… come talk to me. I mean after all, if what you’re looking for is someone who brings down the proud. I check that box. Someone who will destroy heathens, if it so suits me. Your false master seems cruel, yet clever enough to control you, so maybe it’s something you’re missing. Maybe you’re just not listening to me. Maybe you’ve got this all wrong. And maybe this sunday, you’re just going to burn for your insolence. Danny…. The day is coming. Your judgement is coming. Your master wants to destroy the world. Get in line.”McAdams lights a match and throws it onto the floor next to a tipped over gas tank. The trees begin to light up all around him as McAdams sticks his hands in his pocket and walks up the hill to watch it all burn.The fires blaze throughout the forest and slowly take it all down. The sky turns black.“Little Danny Rodriguez. I want you to see what I’m doing. I want you to know what you’re dealing with. I’m not losing this Sunday to Solomon Caine. I’m not losing this sunday to Danny Rodriguez. I’m not losing this sunday to your false master. Instead, you’re going to wake up, and then you’re going to bow to me. Because this is the only possible outcome for someone who is weak like you.”“Jon, we need to go, I hear sirens,” Gary panics.Jon walks down and slides into their car, and they begin to drive off. “Turn the camera off now.”The Cameraman pretends to turn it off but leaves it on.“Jon, this is getting out of hand, what are you doing?” Gary said nervously as he hits the gas.“Shut up Jerry, hahahaha,” McAdams laughs. “I’m going to drive this idiot nuts until we get to sunday, and then I’m going to beat the tar out of him. Humiliate him. Make him think I’m something I’m not or whatever. I don’t care. I hate people like him. I do mean that. Useless weak people who need something too-”“This is extreme though man, I don’t know if we can follow you around anymore,” Gary says softly.“Jerry. You’re going to follow me to the ends of the earth. You’re going to see me finish this, and this documentary is going to be the greatest one ever released. You’re going to watch a great man, destroy many little men. Methodically. Brilliantly. Skillfully. Now ride this rollercoaster with me to the top and I’ll make you millions.”The camera turns off. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | The Mexican Samurai
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 20th 2016, 1:45 pm | Maybe this is some sort of divine justice or I could be looking at this situation too hard. I get it, I didn’t show up during the Territorial Invasion match and now my opponent is going to give me the silent treatment much like I how I gave it to everyone else. There are some injustices in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if Drake won even though he didn’t speak a word about our upcoming match. I won’t take this as fear, because someone like Drake Jaegar can use this opportunity to pounce on me at any time… so I’ll sit here and wait…and wait…and wait. While I’m doing all this waiting for someone who so eagerly and impatiently calls out TLA for a title shot, let me go ahead and state that I’m looking for the World Heavyweight Championship. I’m excited for Jacob Senn winning the whole thing, not that I didn’t like Lucian Black, but Jacob Senn is a proud man and the stakes of actually winning it just got a lot larger. The bigger the challenge of going after this piece of elusive hardware has made my heart race, my adrenaline go through the roof; I am no longer trembling because of stress, I’m trembling because of excitement. I can’t wait to go out there and eventually take on Jacob Senn in one-on-one competition, because I know that I have what it takes to give Jacob Senn the biggest fight on the roster. Of course, that title shot will probably go to someone like Kevin Devastation or Devan Dubian, but it really doesn’t matter because I’m willing to wait my turn. When I let the team down at TI, I was forced to go back to the end of the line, everything that I had to work for, in regards of making my name in Dynasty, was erased. Drake, you confidently said on social media that it was my turn to face you. That I would be next in line on your quest towards that Interwire Championship, “The Mexican One”, you could be referring to TLA, but I’m hispanic too. It’s even in my name. I kind of have to represent for my race now, because I went too far in renouncing who I was in my match against TLA at Pain For Pride. I even went and stated that I would vote for Trump because I refused to acknowledge the pride that Mexicans like TLA and I share. I let all of my Mexican fans down, but things change and people mature. It’s time to show the fans of Mexico that there can be two proud men who work hard on Dynasty. It’s a shame that Drake Jaegar won’t even get past the first “Mexican” on his way to the one wearing gold. So… I’m waiting for the humor. I’m waiting for the jokes at my expense. I’m waiting for the competition. Well… I’m waiting for anything. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Guest
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 14th 2016, 4:35 am | .:HOUSE OF GLASS {#}3{/#}:. I’m ready to feel the pain. I’m ready to go to extreme lengths in order to establish my never-ending dominance on Empire. I’m ready to cement myself as the permanent face of the Vixens division as a whole. I’m ready live in the glory – the much anticipated, much deserved glory that I’ve worked so hard for. But I can’t help to feel a certain way. I certain way that can be deemed as negative. A certain vibe has been constantly over my head and I can’t help but to feel like I just want this phase of my life to get done and over with. Not because I’m intimidated – God knows that’s just downright impossible. But I’m simply wasting my time. We all know how this story is going to end. We all know who’s going to retain. This isn’t my first title defensive and it’s definitely not going to be my last. House of Glass - This isn’t an unfamiliar setting. I know what I’m getting myself into. But… I’m flustered. I’m angry and annoyed. I’m bothered that I have to waste more time talking to you, Tarah. Let’s be honest, prior to our Empress of Elite match we weren’t friends. You loved to go around social media and praise me constantly by stating ludicrous facts as to how much you admired and idolized me. Yet the moment I showed you why I call myself one of the greatest of all time you quickly tuck your tail between your legs and scurried away. You didn’t bother to look me in the eyes and shake my hand after I took away the Specialist Title from within your grasp because deep down you’re a jealous wreck. You put on this front and you try to make people believe that you’re this great sport that never has any ill feelings towards other but I can see right through you. I can see the envy ooze out of your pores and let me tell ya – it’s not a good look. It makes you ugly and unattractive more than you already fucking are. It makes you seem bitter and miserable, again – more than you already are. The more the days go by, the more my statement is becoming a cold, hard fact. You are the fat of the Sirens that needs to get trimmed, IMMEDIATELY. No, scratch that – You are the fat of Empire that needs to be discarded. No one needs Tarah Nova around. Your time of relevancy is far gone and there’s nothing you can do to salvage your image with the EAW universe. Unlike the OG herself, you can’t save face for the life of you. I was able to reinvent myself after years of being absent. I was able to establish myself as a threat among the new breed due to my immaculate connections. I build relationships with people that I know will benefit me in the end. You had a relationship with me, Tarah, but you blew it. Any sort of bridge we had you burned it. You incinerated it until it became nothing but ashes. After all the verbal abuse you’ve put me through, I don’t think we can move on from this. How can I possibly make amends with someone who is constantly whining because this “old hag” stole her spotlight? You’re mad that I outshined you, princess? You’re pissed off because I kicked your ass so hard it made you go MIA for weeks? Were you embarrassed? Humiliated? Completely distraught? GOOD. I’m glad you feel that way. I hope I could record and replay the face you made the moment I was announced as the NEW Specialist champion. You don’t know the amount of money I would pay in order to have a slight glimpse of you later that night – crying to your boy toy as to how that match was “like totally unfair.” I wish I could’ve gotten a feel at the pillow you left soaked in your tears after coming to the realization that the leader of the vixen’s division is merely an old wives’ tale. You claim that you’re unphasable but I beg to differ. I straight up broke you and everyone took notice of how much I made you look like a bitch immediately. And you really think that someone of my status would be afraid of you, of all people?! You’re one of the biggest morons I’ve ever spoken to, holy shit. I am a entrepreneur, a philanthropist. I’ve made millions doing the thing that I’m good at and I’ve also built an Empire. What have you done that’s so intimidating? Rode the dick of a guy that’s older than dirt? What’s so impressive about you, Tarah Nova? What barriers have you broken? What glass ceilings have you shattered? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MAKE YOU REMOTELY INTIMIDATING? NOTHING. Absolutely FUCKING NOTHING. I don’t speak to you because I don’t talk to trailer-park scum like you. You will never be on my level, EVER. Lower class scum could never compete with high class royalty like myself. Just remember one thing, Tarah, there is a reason why you haven’t been in the Hall of Fame despite the number of years you have devoted to the company. If that doesn’t scream mediocre to you then I don’t know what will. But don’t feel SO saddened, Tarah, because you’re not the only clueless moron in this match. Only a true simpleton could confuse my lengthy, impressive resume as unoriginal. Only a true brainless dimwit can mistake my “give credit where credit is due” motto as “same shit but coming from a different mouth.” But if you want to talk about originality, Sheridan, then let’s take a moment and analyze as to what the fuck you preach day in and day out. Don’t get me wrong – you’re original. It’s been a while since we’ve seen someone incredibly patriotic in our division. It was definitely a sight to see like a year ago when you debut. But let’s be honest, and I know for a fact that I speak for everyone – Your German efficiency bullshit is worked TO THE GROUND. How many times will you speak of the same propaganda time after time again? See, if Tarah and I do say similar things at least you’re getting the perspective from two individuals and not the same fucking person regurgitating the same content every single time. We get it, Sher, you’re German. We get it, Sher, you’re efficient. We get it, Sher, you’re not as creative as the rest of us so you have to settle with playing the same tune over and over again. You’ve gotten away with it one too many times and YOU are the reason why I get migraines late at night. Not because you are threatening, but because you’re just annoying! You have your head shoved deep down in your ass that I’m positive that regardless of what I say it just won’t get through your thick skull. So what are we going to do, Sher? Are we going to continue to play this game of cat and mouse? Are you just going to berate my life choices time after time again? If there’s one thing about you Vixens is that you don’t bring the fiery passion that I’m looking for. Sheridan, correct me if I’m wrong, but is this not one of the biggest matches of your career? Do you genuinely want to win despite both the match type and title go against your morals? Do you really want to win? Do you really want to cement yourself on the record books and be known as the woman who beat the legendary Hall of Famer not once but TWICE? THEN SHOW ME THAT YOU WAN’T TO BE HERE. Give me something different, I’m begging you. Give me some variety, give me some flare! Some spice! You’re this monotone, imbecilic creature that walks around as if she can’t be touched. I’m going to rock your entire game plan, trust me on that one. I will make it my primary goal to make sure you can’t walk out of House of Glass on your own two feet. I’m going to make sure to do EVERYTHING in my power so you won’t be medically cleared to appear on shows after. I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I will never like you. And this hatred for you continues to grow sporadically as time goes by. You got the win over me at Pain for Pride and that’s fine but that’s old news. I’m not the same person I was four months ago. Unlike you, I’m versatile. I realized the mistakes I made and I fixed them. You, on the other hand, I know all the tricks you have up your sleeve. Someone as blinded as you is unable to take criticism. Someone like you is unable to get off of her high horse in order to realize her flaws. I, on the other hand, am prepared. I’ve done my research, I’ve taken the time and I’ve analyzed every single inch of my opponents. I’ve rewatched your old matches and I have studied them with immense intensity. This will not be another Sheridan Pain for Pride moment. This time, things are different. I don’t know how many times I can say that but I know in my heart that I will not go down without a fight. You will have to kill me in order to rip away my title. You will have to knock all of the teeth in my mouth in order to get the pin on me. You will have to wrap my neck around the glass ring ropes in order to get the upper hand. Both of you will have to go above in beyond if you want to come out as the victor. You will have to outdo the Specialist Champion, Kendra Shamez. You will have to do the impossible. And this time around, the ending to this story will not be a favorable one for you. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Dead End Bride
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 12th 2016, 7:24 pm | The Differences and Painful Truths of Reality (The scene begins with Erica sitting down in an otherwise empty room with nothing but a black background, a black steel chair and camera. Erica is still dressed in all black: a black tank top and black jeans with black heels. Her face is unpainted.) You still don’t get it. You are so fixated on advancement that you are forgetting what professional wrestling is all about, child. You really truly believe that what you are doing is the best thing for you to do as a wrestler, right? That attacking me, your former partner, kidnapping me and trying to humiliate and beat me is going to advance your career? This delusion that you are making your way towards the top is about as funny as you saying that you carried me to victories especially seeing as we were starting to lose a lot more. I hate to sound like a boring mom, but you talk about turning your back on people like it’s an acceptable thing. Speaking from personal experience, it’s a stupid fucking thing to do. And I hate to sound like the boring soccer mom who is lecturing her child but I have to ask a question: “If everybody was jumping off a bridge, would you go do it to?” That is the only logic that you have for what you have done? Now, if you had just left me high and dry as chicken feed for the Sanatorium I would buy that, but you have been harassing and stalking me ever since. This isn’t about your advancement, this is about a personal vendetta with me that you have for whatever reason. In your twisted mind I am the reason that you’re not where you want to be. You are truly confused and lost. You also live in a bubble if you think that people think that you are a superior wrestler to me. You are a good wrestler and getting better, but you are not better than me. You are not better than the people near the top of the food chain that you say that you are ready for. At this point you are just a mosquito, sucking blood and leeching off of other more talented people like a Parasite. The reason that someone like you will never be great, why you’ll never beat me or anyone else in EAW as long as you have the attitude that you have is this: You think that what you’re doing is not how a true wrestler behaves. People at the top of the food chain aren’t passive aggressive psychopathic bitches. People at the top of the food chain don’t resort to the underhanded tactics that you do like kidnapping. There are so many people in EAW who are great and choose to either embrace the fans and act as a respectable example for the locker room or go into business for themselves and do what they want to do, how they want to do it. There are so many people who step into the squared circle to solve their problems and confront people directly. You choose to hide your frustrations and blame people for all your problems…and that’s something that I’m familiar with. I have tried to save you from that path and keep you on the straight and narrow, but for whatever reason you want keep yourself fixated on me and project your inadequacies on me. I’m not so much as disgusted as what you have done as much as I’m ashamed. I was doing everything I could to show you that you don’t have to be a lying deceitful disgusting human being to succeed in wrestling but you’re not willing to accept that. Shame on myself for not being a better teacher. Your faults as a wrestler are my failures as a mentor. Once that steel door is shut behind us and we are locked in together, I’m not going to think about our time together much I think. You’re not going to be fighting Erica Ford, the Dead End Bride. You’re not going to be fighting Erica Ford, the nerdy bumbling kid who got bitten by the pro wrestling bug and decided to give her life to the sport. You’re going to be fighting Erica Ford, the angry ass sister. Words as far as I can tell have no effect on you. I tried to steer you away from Nasir privately before you both walked out on me, you wouldn’t listen. I asked you to be a little more patient and try to sort out your singles career as we struggled as a tag team. You wouldn’t listen. I asked you to just leave me alone and go about your business as a singles competitor after you turned your back on me. You wouldn’t listen. And you’re going to pay for it. Our match inside the steel cage is going to be the last time I try to teach you anything. Not as a friend, not as a mentor, but as a simple teacher of life. What we do in this sport doesn’t always have to be about mind games and predatory behavior. You’re wrong, dead wrong, if you think that because we have been friends and partners that I won’t hurt you or I can’t. Because I’m going to. I’m going to torture you. It will be like a modern day crucifixion. You are going to bleed, you are going to scream. You are going to cry. You are going to suffer. And there is nothing that you can do about it. No amount of self-aggrandizing or ignoring of the truth will help you once the door is shut. You’re not fighting my gimmick. You’re not fighting your teacher. You’re fighting me, personally. Someone who would have loved to claim you as a blood sister. Someone that thinks it’s their moral duty to bring you for justice. Your hunt is going to come to a very painful and abrupt end tomorrow. Just remember though, when you’re laying on the canvas hurting and writhing in pain, that this is what you wanted. This is what you asked for. This is the relationship between us that you worked incredibly hard to create. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Azumi Goto
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 12th 2016, 2:24 pm | “The Journey through Memory Lane” {Scene start with Azumi at her home, in New York sitting down on a chair looking at an old photo album} Azumi: I finally found something in my life that I hate more than Erica Ford, and its horrible scrapbook filled with memories, everything I want to see burn away and now back in my bloody hands. {Azumi flips through one page to reveal a picture of Erica and her on their first day travelling together and immediately rips it out, she continues to rip out photos of her and Erica together as piece of those photos are floating down}
Azumi: She talks about the heart of the team, well remember Erica the one that got us out all of the tight spots and went on to win for the team. I saved your neck from defeat, I learned to adapt to everything thrown at us, whether it be Silence and Veena, Eris and HBG, or any other bloody tag match. I LEARNED THAT HEART WON’T CUT IT ALONE THIS BUSINESS!!!! The old me thought that heart and soul were what I needed to be at the top of the food chain, this Azumi knows it’s the remorseless instinct. I showed the world that if anything, being some girl that won’t quit, will never cut it in Wrestling. WHO BLOODY CARES, HOW MANY LITTLE GIRLS BACK HOME I’VE MADE CRY OR HOW MANY PEOPLE I'VE TRAINED WITH NOW ARE DISGUSTED BY WHAT I DID?!?! I did what was right Azumi Goto the wrestler, not the human being, stabbing friends that consider you so close as family is part of this business, everywhere you go whether it be in Japan, Mexico, Europe, or the US, you’ll see people turning their backs on the ones they considered to be almost like family. Keyword there is almost, I ALMOST thought of Erica as an old sister at times, I ALMOST thought of her as the one the day she and I started teaming, I ALMOST thought of her as one the day before I left her to be The Sanatorium’s victim. BUT NEVER WAS THERE A WHERE I TRULY THOUGHT OF HER AS MY OLDER SISTER!!! Erica isn’t someone should have as an older sister cuz she’s weak and hopeless. Mongrels like Erica can bark all they want about being there to help me but at the end, I was just way to take what’s rightfully mine, WHAT I EARNED!!! Erica wants to talk about wrestling, well go around the world and when they talk about the wrestling side of Shinsei Domei, my name will be the first to come up, I’m five times… NO TEN TIMES the wrestler that Erica ford will be and understand this Erica, I will live, breathe, and will die for professional wrestling, I’ll also hunt for my success and become a predator if I need to for my name to be bigger. Erica Ford will need to understand why putting me inside this cage will drag out the side that will drag out the monster that she never saw in her “younger sister”, she’ll first learn that Azumi is a shell of something more dangerous waiting in the shadows. A snake bites and it’s venom slowly kills you, I’ve been inserting my Bloodlust Venom inside you since the debut episode and now that I’ve finally done enough damage with that poison and once I let you inside the cage with me, you’ll be sorry to consider yourself on my level when you get in the ring. I know you aren’t winning because something tells you can’t hurt me, YOU DON’T WANT TO HURT YOUR “sister”, do you? You can’t do it, you can hurt me because you really aren’t a different person. You try to tell me that The Undead Bride is different from the old Erica, you’re just lying to me, the audience and maybe even to yourself. {Azumi gets from the chair and looks at her mask that on top of the table} Hunting down Erica’s Mind, Body, and Soul, we’ll bring a great deal of Happiness to my heart, If you remember the good times every time you’ll attack me, I’ll remember the worst of those times. I’ll remember the arguments, the failures that you brought onto the team, and the moment when I caused the amount of pain that will satisfy the Predator inside me. Tomorrow Night, I’ll show the world the Thrill Of The Hunt and to the people I once knew, that I am everything I say I am “Arrogance Personified” {Azumi get up from her seat and takes a step towards the camera} “The Ace Of The Vixens” {Step} "EAW’s Only Joshi" {Step} And most importantly A Predator that’s beginning her rise to the top of the Food Chain! {Step} We were bonded by a love of wrestling, and I finally end that bond by hunting you down! {Azumi turns off the camera as the scene ends} | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Stephanie Matsuda
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 12th 2016, 1:09 am | “All That’s Left” I’m so glad you’re still pushing this feisty gimmick of yours BB-8. Stubborn till the end...my kind of woman (winks). I’m not bitter sweets - just excited about what’s going to happen next. What’s next? My resurrection. I’ve waited behind you all for far too long, that I can barely take it anymore. behind the princesses and fan favorites of the division. This is not bitterness BB-8, it’s anticipation. My hunger knows no bounds and this week you are the prey of choice. Your false bravado doesn’t scare me one bit . You can talk all you want - I’ll just sit back and plan your defeat. It’s not like anything I say will get through that thick skull of yours, The only thing left is to show you why I’m the most dangerous woman in EAW. All that’s left is to make an example of you. Sometimes I wonder why you’re even in this business with all the life advice you like to dish out. Maybe you’re too stuck on calling me a whiner to think about your future - which by the way is going to change once you realize you’ll never be able to beat me. Few women have pinned me in the middle of that ring and I’ve never tapped in my entire career. All that’s left for us is The Fight. All that’s left is pain, victory, and defeat. All that’s left is for me to stand over your unconscious body mouthing “I told you so.” I suggest you stop worrying about my so-called bitterness and focus more on your game plan. You’re so concerned with being heard, that you forget to win your matches.We can hear you BB-8! We acknowledge your need to feel special. Next time I see you outside the ring I won’t forget to pat you on the head and given you a snickers. Halloween is coming up after all. By the way, you don’t need a costume to dress up as a shell of your former self. So keep talking BB. Keep yapping away and allow me to show you why there’s a divine difference between us! I could yell about my betrayal till the end of time, but it pales in comparison to your grandiose bitchiness. Hmm. Now that I think about it, maybe you are perfect for the Sirens. Yeah, you belong with them. A stable full of fake ass bitches Time’s a wastin BB. I hope you’re taking your training seriously because I am to hurt. I bring to the pain and you can bring whatever you want… But I prefer your self-respect. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Cailin Dillon
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! October 9th 2016, 10:43 pm | So the one thing Reina Kenshin got right, is that she never has anything to fucking say. Literally notching at all. I get that all you’re capable of doing is reading what I say and giving me your terrific sarcastic response in a wonderful attempt to belittle me. I congratulate you for everything you did there. Awesome job by you. But you sit there drinking your booze and calling me a character with this self-righteous style and hitting the cymbal every time you think you just made a funny. You make me sound like some sort of phony, bitch-ass motivational speaker. Well funny, I’ve been down this road before with an opponent. This is who I am. I’ve fought near the top, and I’ve been at rock bottom. I came into this company with my head so far up my ass and just fighting on pure adrenaline, and it got me nowhere. It got me flipped over on my head, picked back up and dropped right back down on my ass. You take a look at my story and reference background while you expect everyone to drone through multiple unrelated segments before we can even get an idea of what you’re trying to even say. I don’t care how you do it. That’s not what I’m saying. Be you, be unique. If this is what you have, then this is what you have. But don’t waste your time making me and my family out to be some kind of fake con artists. I feel like I’m wasting my time, but I’ll address. My dad wasn’t a drunk, and he wasn’t rich. He was just a hard-working farmer. He did all of this on his own, raising me. And no, I’m not perfect, so he made mistakes. He didn’t always want to support me in this, but he learned he couldn’t change me. My life choices haven’t always met eye-to-eye with his Christian ideals. But I got ahead of myself here, let me rein this conversation back. I’ll admit that I used to not be the kind of fighter I am today. I was losing matches left and right. I wasn’t happy with what I had become. This used to be easy for me, I’ll admit that. But here it became hard. It wasn’t enough to just show up and fight the way I used to. It took something else. I had to commit to being different. I had to train myself to become more of a warrior. Without that, I couldn’t come face-to-face with challenges and have a chance in hell of getting anything done. So yeah, it might sound motivational, but fuck it. I got myself up and I started putting in more work. I started adding new facets to my craft. And then I… you know what… it is what it is. This isn’t going to matter to you. First you’re telling me that you like my style and that it excites you, and then in your next breath you’re scanning over my words, word-for-word, and letting me have it when you disagree, and then drawing back a little bit when you agree. So what can I even say? Maybe I misunderstood you, but once you told me I would know what it’s like to be broken, and then you reminded me of that for a second time. I gave you a response. From you I got some sort of almost politically driven narrative. I guess it is debate season, so a great way to operate back and forth. When it comes down to it anything we say leading up to this match won’t mean a goddamn thing. When I step in that ring with you, I’m going to kick your ass. I mean I don’t have to play nice. I was just playing respectful. Because I like you, I like the way you fight and I like your mentality. But apparently your give a shit is broken. You have no real goal here, and if you do have a goal I’m sure it’s pretty stupid. I’m not focused on titles, but I’m focused on being the best. To be the best, you have to fight and beat the best. Those titles are the consolation prize that come along with that. You don’t care about titles, but a lot of people do. There were a lot of people that believe the Vixens had earned their right at a second title. There were people who mocked the literal fuck out of as if it was some piece of foil-constructed trash. So I took that title in its first weeks of existence and I built it into something that people stopped mocking. I’m proud of it, and I’ll admit that. In fact, ask your new buddy Cloud if she’s proud of her time as Specialist’s Champion? Ask her if she’s proud of the fact that she was the person who followed up me as that title holder. But you don’t care about my story, and you don’t care about titles. So again, I’m wasting my time aren’t I? That’s why I just said we would just meet in the ring and have an absolute fucking war. Let’s just beat the shit out of each other and see how it ends. Maybe you get what you want and you break me. Maybe I just kick your ass and all those people you’re tired of hearing are justified in what they’re saying. I don’t even waste my time looking. Does it serve as motivation for you? Are you so focused on the opinions of fans and the fan fiction stories you’re reading out there that it has to become a piece of every message you deliver? Again, do what you want. I just want to fight. I just want to meet the best warrior I’ve witnessed in that ring in sometime and take on the challenge that is Reina Kenshin. There’s so much more mystery involved with you than with so many of the other Vixens. We don’t know as much about who you are or where you come from. It’s just obvious that you aren’t like the other ones. We could put you in a room with the entire roster and you’d be one of a few plucked out as different. It’s not because you have dyed hair or because you wear some kind of wacky makeup. It’s because you are a freaking beast. You’re a different monster all together. I don’t know if we’ve seen someone quite like you before. And while some might want to run away, while some might want to hide from you. I want to freaking fight you. I want it bad. You don’t see me avoiding you or ignoring you. You see me taking you seriously. You see me giving you the same approach I would every other match. That’s just the respect I have for what you are in that ring. I don’t know what you are out of it, or how you act out of it, and I don’t really need to know. I will form all of my opinions on you on what happens in that ring. That’s all I need. Just that and a fight. You can mock it all you want, but just being in that ring means a great deal to me. Just having the chance to fight is what I live for in this business. I see you as an ass-kicking machine that’s well oiled and ready to go. I feel like you were dropped into this division at the perfect time to make sure anyone who was back resting on their laurels and feeling comfortable about the “spot” that they’re in. I say so often that I’m not content to just sit around and be in this spot. I’m serious about wanting to meet all challenges head on and being the best. Not everyone is. A lot of people think they can skate along and big things will just fall in their laps. You might not care about titles or the picture that exists around that, but you are playing a bigger role in that then you might care to admit. You showed someone like Nicole Fyre just how far she has to go. You reminded Madison Kaline that she has to get her ass off the couch if she wants to have a chance to beat a warrior in that ring. And with me you’re just reminding me why I love to do this. Who knows what happens on Empire. But I will take every step to control my own destiny and makes sure in the end I can have my hand raised in the air. It’s a big challenge, but not one I’m afraid of. I know you’ll have plenty more to say about this and you’ll have another great, lengthy story to tell about your journeys with your new-found friends and their friends and family, but what I’m saying isn’t going to change. I’m still going to be right here preparing to meet you face-to-face in that ring on Thursday and I’m going to come into Empire and beat you. That’s the only approach I can take and the only one I will. | | |
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