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

Vs. Everyone:

Opener:
Time to shine, you ready?

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

Vs. Rival

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

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

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

No Enders lol



v. Anthony Leonhart

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

Ending: Looking forward to the next battle.


v. El Landerson 

Opening: *sigh* Do you give up?

Ending: I got you covered this month.


v. Ryan Wilson

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

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


v. Trickster Azarel 

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

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


v. Brendan Wolfe (Someday lol)

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

Ending: Delicious.


v. POP


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

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

v. Target Smiles


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

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

*i will add more with each passing opponent

[size=15]Voltage Promo #3 [/size]


[size=15]Thursday, 2:02 A.M., Council Bluffs, Iowa. [/size]




[size=15](The Scene opens on the interior of the O Face bar. Few besides the bartender inhabit the this sorry spot of a watering hole, and the few who do seem to have drank themselves unconscious just to ignore the hell hole they're visiting for the cheep (albeit watered down) Liquor. The bartender makes his way to the corner of the bar, his face baring both his disgust for his patrons, as well as his contempt for his employer on his face as he tugs on the sleeve of one of his customers.)[/size]



[size=15]Bartender:  “Last call was five minutes ago and you didn't order, time for you to hit the road pal.”[/size]



[size=15]???:  “Look upon the pools of human misery that leek all around you. See how they turn to their choice addiction to forget their care, cast off their sorrows, and desperately seek to fool themselves into believing themselves to have greater standing in this world. How they imbibe, that they may fool themselves into believing that they are kings, when all they are, are but worker ants toiling away till their last breath.”[/size]


[size=15]( The bartender looks at the individual in confusion of his words.  A brief moment passes before he speaks up again.)[/size]



[size=15]Bartender: Look buddy, I don't give a fuck about ants or any of that bullshit your spouting, so do us both a favor and take off okay?”[/size]



[size=15](The man remains silent and still.)[/size]



[size=15]Bartender: “Come on buddy before there's a problem.”[/size]


[size=15](The bartender grabs the man by the arm, in a flash the man responds by reaching out, grabbing the bartender by the head, and smashing his face down hard across the bar sending a squirt of blood flying into the frame for a brief second!   The man up and proceeds to land a flurry of stomps to the whimpering bartender as he lays in a fetal position on the floor.)[/size]



[size=15]???: “FUCK YOU KEELAN!!!  FUCK YOU!!! GODDAMN YOU TO THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL!   WHY DO YOU NOT LISTEN?!?  WHY DO YOY REFUSE TO LEARN?!? WHY DO YOU DENY THE TRUTH?!?!”[/size]




[size=15]Bartender (sobbing): “who the fuck is Keelan?! Please stop, I'm not him! Just leave me alon…”[/size]



[size=15](One final stomp to the bartender’s head makes him fall unconscious. The man inhales deeply as clinches at the hair on his head. Slowly he turns towards the camera, his eyes a window to into wicked mind, his sinister grin a ford ringer of his evil intentions, this is the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “When will you ever see the truth Keelan Cetinich?  When shall you remove the cover from your eyes, from your comprehension?  How many times must we beat the same lesson into you before you awaken out of your stupor?!  Could such a feat ever be accomplished by you?  How we so doubt this. How it seems that with every passing day you fall deeper and deeper into this pit of self deception. This endless, dark hole where you cannot tell left from right, nor head from tail. Further and further you fall away from what is true, with every word of how your past does not at this very moment define you. Which every breath of how you have miraculously changed and become a greater version of yourself. With every denial of how we, this flesh that serves us, and our newest brother Jon McAdams, have conquered you time and again.  Every time you thrill yourself with the fact that you have the faintest final tap in last nail the coffin than we fashioned, filled, and buried wolvesden in.  Or when you take pride in the fact that you won a battle against our brother Apocalypse, even though eyes of the world witnessed you lose that war.  Your hubris is present in your selective memory, and Every word that escapes your lips serves only to demonstrate how you cannot see as far as the end of your nose. Every syllable a testament to how fundamentally flawed your comprehension is.  It is truly a shame that Madison is so wholly devoted to you, for any would have been better had she bowed before any other than yourself. Instead you filled her mind with the same poisons that blinded you. The same fallacies that have made you deaf. This same self delusion that keeps you from see your own faults which are ever present, and plain for the eyes of the masses to see.   This is why you stumble every time you are inches from glory. This is why you meander in the muck.  This is why you shall never beat us, and forever be our victim. [/size]



[size=15]Yes, for all your talk about how we of the great beast named Sanatorium have accomplished nothing, we have always been able to cut you down whenever you would try to stand against us. Even in the victory you claim over this flesh, the one where you were aided by Marco Fedor, that win was handed to you out pity by the referee. It was given to you, to put an end to the destruction that we heaped upon you. It was done that you might live to fight another day. So tell us Keelan Cetinich, what would you do this tike to prevent us from unleashing another dose of our wrath upon you?  What feeble defense could you offer up?  And more so what good would it be to you?  For we have demonstrated that in but a heartbeat that we could unleash the End Of Ages upon you, that we can leave you as weak and helpless as a child.  And we shall smile ear to ear after having done so. We shall rejoice as we once again make you an object of pity, again shall we have utterly destroyed you by the might of our bare hands. [/size]

[size=15]When we have finished with you at weak’s end, You shall begin to understand why Madison failed our family.  For you see we have told this to your beloved, and we shall tell this to you now. the beast they call Sanatorium, it serves not to aid you by lifting you from the dirt, and placing you upon a pedestal. No, it serves to free the beast inside you that you may pick yourself up, and crush all whom stand before you. It serves as the key to uncaging the feral and rabid animal that you heathen try to deny. We do not make the masses less mediocre. This Sanatorium takes the exceptional few, and brings out what is within them to achieve glory.  It's in this way that Jon McAdams has already surpassed all that Madison has, and all that you ever shall.  For he has reached down inside and gutted himself of what made him weak. He has cured himself of the plague that still infects you and Madison.  [/size]


[size=15]You speak of a all you accomplished when you set out with a common goal, our brethern of the Nightmare, we have only one goal, the same one that we carried with us when we battled against Crash and his army. The same as when we fought back with our bare hands outnumbered against HDRO’s security, whom we sent fleeing in every direction.  Our goal is to lay waste to all that stand before us!  To crush pathetic wretches such as two of you!  To bring about a new definition of suffering and misery to all this world, and the filth that Infests it!  We are here to wake the masses of their blissful slumber, and make them watch as the world around them crumbles to dust. The monster known as Nightmare, it stands united together with the great beast. Our goal is one that is greater than your empty mind could ever understand. Our mission is one that together we shall see thru to its fruition.  The great and small, the mighty and the weak, all shall tremble at the very mention of this never ending Nightmare. For they all shall witness you and Madison, beaming with pride and confidence one moment, and screaming in terror and agony the next. These vermin, who are swayed by the gentlest of breezes, the shall cheer you on in one moment, and weep bitterly for both of you in the next.  You shall be made an example of, you Keelan, and so shall your beloved Madison. [/size]


[size=15]If you cared for her as you claim you do, you would surrender yourself to us now Keelan, sacrifice yourself to us that we might be lenient and grant clemency towards our former sister. Come forth Keelan, prove how devoted you are to her. Madison, pay close attention, for when he offers himself in exchange for you, you witness how terrible a thing love truly is. Hahahaha. [/size]



[size=15]HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!![/size]



[size=15]HOW MUCH BLASPHEMY CAN ONE MOUTH UTTER?! You do speak so much Keelan, and say so little.  For all your endless and incessant ramblings, you provided not one valid reason you would fare any better than you have any other time you have encountered McAdams or Ourself. You fail to learn from your own goddamn history, should you be surprised when you are doomed to repeat it?  Should you be surprised that your fate would not be changed, that you would continue down this path that leads to a woeful and miserable end for you?  When you repeat the same mistakes you have made in the past, When you continually turn a blind eye to every misstep you take, and every misdeed you commit, why then should the result be made any different?  What should keep us from again crushing you under our feet?  Contemplate this Keelan, and know that the answer is that it never shall. [/size]


[size=15]Keep fighting Keelan, come forth with all the might you can muster. Strike us with every blow you possess.  Put on a display of all your skills and talents. In the end you shall be left battered and broken. All your strength cannot over power us. All your speed cannot evade us. And all your resolve will mean nothing when you unconscious, as this wretch at my feet does,  upon our altar. Fight Keelan, fight with every ounce of energy your body has. Let the world see how little you can wound us. Let the eyes of your people, bare witness as every strike, and technique you offer up, does nothing to impede our progress towards the EAW Tag Team Championship. And let Madison watch as baptize your in your own blood. Let her cry bitter tears as she gazes upon the broken shell of a man we shall make you before her very eyes.   [/size]

[size=15]The two of you are bound by fate. That fate is one you shall curse. That fate is the one you shall look back to when you lay in bed, beaten so badly you shall never again find the strength to rise up from it.  Every day you two shall gaze upon each other, and bitterly look on in disgust at you see the same utter regret they have for ever laying with you, as you have for them. You shall be chained to each other not by a common love for each other, no.  You shall simply have no one else to turn to after all that you shall suffer on Voltage.  [/size]


[size=15]The two of you would be wise to take heed of all that we speak. Open your understanding, and receive the truth, however uncomfortable and terrifying it may be. Open your eyes and gaze in wide wonder all the works that this nightmare shall reek in the time to come. Kneel before it and accept the fate that you shall be slaughtered that others might survive. That you shall be broken, that the world may yet be made whole. Know that every drop of blood that you spill, shall be like a stream that waters a new and better world that shall come sooner than you realize. [/size]


[size=15]Yes, take heed. For all that we have For told, it shall be made so.”[/size]





[size=15](Caine picks up his coat from the stool besides where he was previously sitting before waking out of the door.)[/size]



[size=15]THE END. [/size]

 
Presumptuous.
 
You called me that once this time around. But it was used by you once in a message from you that was full of presumptions about me. And your number one use of it is to claim I at some point stopped taking responsibility for my own actions. I find that to be a tall tale of epic proportions from the likes of you. You’re the same woman who once won a title off of me, without pinning me, and then chose to rub it in my face as much as possible for a two-week span. While we were dating. And then had the gall to be sideways at me for my reaction about it? How long did it take you to stop and realize that you were being an asshole to your girlfriend, huh? But you, you’re wrong about me entirely. Still! I take full responsibility for the downfall of Iconomy. I know what I did made their leader a laughing stock to so many. But he was treating me like literal human garbage. Can you ever imagine me being a trophy? Just walked around in a dress to represent a group of people? Of course not. That’s not the Cailin Dillon you know, and I DO know you know that about me. I believe we all played a hand in the dissolution of the Formation. I ended the Sirens by making a choice to take my career in my own hands, but the Sirens had outlived their need at that point. And to say I joined the OGs is quite a stretch. I hear that often. But it’s all right there in plain sight. It was an alliance. Go back and watch how many times the three of them appeared sans me. Then the two of them. Go ahead, I’ll wait. But it’s going to be a big slice of humble pie when you realize a full month before Cameron cashed in on me, hell, back before our triple threat match, I was already correctly predicting the future and what they planned. And I was ready for it. I knew it was coming at Grand Rampage. I wasn’t oblivious. But the Coven, the group you founded, couldn’t handle it. They couldn’t handle their first opportunity at the Women’s Championship going south. And now the Coven is dead. This is not the Coven. You have said things about me joining the group you were apart of, but it’s not that any longer. You won’t even see us fighting together. But back to our title match. If you’re still reeling from the disappointment that they got involved in the finish, open your fucking ears. I’ve told Aria about 1,000 times that it made me sick. I never asked for that. Never. If I did, I would take responsibility for it. But there are a lot of times lately where people are charging me with crimes I haven’t committed. I would think that you would know better than to put that stuff on me. That’s just as disappointing. I gave credit to so many women for building this women’s division. You decided to just pinpoint one line about me and Aria. That’s disappointing, too. Because this show isn’t built without Cloud Matsuda, but you’re too busy trying to piss me off or make this personal. That’s also disappointing. As competitive as you are, this match alone should be enough to drive you. But you need something else. That’s just sad to me.
 
Let’s talk about the glorious opportunities that were handed to me. I was jaded by the Iconomy. Finished fourth in my group at Empress of Elite. I was the only one who didn’t register a pin in the Specialist’s Scramble. Should I keep going? No? Who cares, I’m doing it anyways. I defeated three other women, including Aria Jaxon, in a fatal fourway to become the No. 1 contender for Haruna’s title. I defeated a long list of people with the responsibility of champion and the determination of making sure the title I held would be taken seriously. Do you even remember back then? That title was horrendously mocked by all the upper class of EAW. They said it belonged in a trash can more than it belonged on my waist. Still waiting for where I was handed opportunities here. No? Struggling still? My opportunity alongside Aria to go against Hexa-gun came because of my history with them when I was with Iconomy. It was a chance to get back at them. I lost. But I beat HBG two months later when she challenged for my title. You took the title at GR, I worked my tail off to get myself back in contention. I struggled just to get that match at my first Pain for Pride. And despite absorbing chair shots from you, I still made it to the end. Then I took it upon myself to make damn sure I won the second Empress of Elite. Where were my hand outs there? I think the truth is we’ve both gone through a shit ton in our career, but that I’ve for one been here longer and for two have been fighting at a higher level for longer. You dipped out after your Vixen’s title match in a way, involved in a nowhere feud with Haruna. That was a long feud that gained you very little aside from your short reign as a champion. But look how much you lost along the way. Look at how much you found yourself questioning your future and your next step. I would never say that was your fault, and I don’t think you’re a pushover. But I do think throughout our careers you’ve been the one to sort of just accept one direction and ride it out to the finish. I’ve always been more about taking control and grabbing the reins for myself, steering that horse down the path I want to go down. I don’t get hand outs, I earn opportunities. If you can’t see that now, then I don’t know who you are. Because I remember late night conversations between the two of us, discussing how it seemed Aria got hand outs, but both of us going out of our way to defend her. Think about it. She’s had more opportunities in her time here than anyone on the Empire roster. But its come with just as much pain and heartache. You might think I’m heartless, and that’s fine. But I can assure you there has been more heartache than triumph in my career, and that’s the path to being the best. Just because I have desire to be the best doesn’t mean I get my way every time. Aria is undoubtedly the best right now, and look how long it took her to get to this point.
 
I get how personal this is to you and how much it would mean to you to beat me and to beat Aria and to stamp your place at the top. I’ve never overlooked you, either. In our triple threat match I made that clear. I’ve made that clear this week. If people overlook you they’re fools. You’re a former champion and a former No. 1 contender for the Vixen’s Championship. What’s to miss? While some people miss a beat or drop the ball, you’ve still been here chugging along despite constant attempts to find that new niche that puts you above everyone else. If you take me talking about your failures so personally than that’s on you. I really can’t do anything more than discuss them with you. This is as civil as you’ll get from me. I want to win this match. I don’t think pointing out your failures is what ultimately puts me over the top, but it’s something to talk about if you have plans to finally make that move to the top. Do you disagree? I challenge you to seriously show you have grown from those mistakes. I think I’ve proven I’ve grown from mine. You don’t have to like who I’m spending my time with now, but what I’m doing is not causing you any direct pain. You’ve got your Italian woman to lean on or whatever, even if you’re still hiding in the dark and burning my letters or standing in front of a camera with my girlfriend and tossing the engagement ring you bought me back at my face. We will always share a certain degree of personal history as former lovers, but that doesn’t define us. I’m not Cloud’s ex and you’re not Cailin’s ex. What defines us is how we handle ourselves in that ring. I hope for now you truly have found yourself. And if you somehow get past this week, just remember how much weight that crown seriously does hold. It’s very heavy to carry around the magnitude of it. Ask Aria, who won it and then lost her title chance. Or ask me, who won it and fought the match of a lifetime to the version of Sheridan that existed before she faded into whatever it was you beat last week. We will always have the fight of our lives when we meet in the ring. If anything, we’re the discount version of what people get so excited about when me and Aria are in the ring. And that’s not a knock on our matchup, that’s just playing off the fact that people don’t seem to realize just how magical our matches can be. But then again, we’ve rarely fought, haven’t we?
 

This week has been interesting. I’ve shown you nothing more than respect, but you’re still trying to gain that advantage over me by trying to piss me off. Or by trying to invoke some other emotional response from me. I’ve seen you go three different ways from the beginning. Slowly, I’m actually bringing you down to my level whether you choose to believe that or not. Think about it, people call me the bitch. But I’ve told you nothing but the truth. And you’ve just been throwing it back at me in heavy doses of denial. I get it, when someone comes after your career you have to fight back. I understand this feels like your chance to turn it all around. But what happens to you in Empress of Elite doesn’t have to be your legacy. If you lose it doesn’t mean your career is over. It doesn’t mean your chances to fight for something are over, either. You’re Cloud Matsuda, you don’t go away that easy do you? I didn’t think so. Win or lose, you’ll still have your head up after this week. It’s not as if they’re giving you an easy road in this tournament. You’ve had by far the toughest one so far, and it continues this week. It may very well end this week, too. But don’t take that personally. It’s not the end for you. Your story isn’t over yet.

Maybe you don’t know me as well as I thought I know you. Maybe the reality of our situation is that we never knew each other as well as we thought we did. You paint this picture of me, which well, is the same portrait everyone else has depicted of me. Whether or not these people are right is in the eye of the beholder; my only concern is moving forward in my journey to the crown. I could never make you weak Cailin; I wasn’t joking when I called you the most dangerous woman on Empire. But, I’m by no means weak. Many paid the price with that assumption. I advise that you don’t become one of those people, sweets.

I didn’t make Sheridan irrelevant, but she would rather sabotage her career than lose to the likes of me. She wasn’t the first woman to say that, and she won’t be the last. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were one of them. One thing I noticed about you is how you rarely claim responsibilities for your actions. Back then you were more than adamant about the choices you made. Now, you just raise your hands, denying any liability. You knew what you were doing when you joined the OGs. You knew what was going down when they interrupted our match. To say you slowly distanced yourself is bull - HBG went her way, Kendra got injured, and Cam cashed in on yo ass. Remember Grand Rampage, the FPV you hate so much? Yeah. You claim I can’t hang with Aria, but she was the one who couldn’t secure a singles match. She has yet to prove whether or not if she’s truly better than me. So far I’m successful in the first single-elimination Empress of Elite. There are no do-overs, unlike the round robin mess you guys won. One mistake, and it’s all over for me. This situation is my reality at the moment, Cai. You play yourself off like a professional and me as some ring rat, but I admit my wrongdoings. Did I cheat my way into the triple threat? Yes. Did I use the Sanatorium to my advantage? Hell yes. I danced with the devil under the pale moonlight and paid the price. Now here I am, rebuilding my career. We’re not all blessed like you and Aria. We don’t get those key victories and are chosen to represent an entire brand. We have to scrape just a bit harder and fight a longer path to the top than anticipated. I have no regrets about choosing my path Cai. I learned much more than I would’ve if I defeated Eris LeCava back at King of Elite 2016. I’m more aware of this company and the people in it. Naivety is no longer a problem with me, nor is being caught up in awe of my opponent’s presence. You can be as serious as you want Cailin - I'm not shaking, nor will I ever be.

I feel it’s pretty presumptuous to say that you and Aria have ‘changed the game.' You made an impression sure, but we didn't create Empire. It was given to us when The Powers that Be decided it was time to have a show for its women’s division. Any of us didn't pioneer the Women's World Championship - it was a cookie given to us for our efforts. Let’s be real - if Empire didn’t exist, all of you would have been happily trudging along as Vixens. As for HBG and Cam? They thrived in a controlled setting, being fed lies of how they’re ‘different than all the other female wrestlers.' Having superior in-ring talent doesn’t make you a revolutionary outside the ring. Have you made Empire what it is today regarding in-ring performance? Hell yes. Have anyone of you changed women’s wrestling as a whole? Thinking like this is where egos get inflated and float into dreamland. Have we made strides? Well, we have a female GM who prefers to do things her way. We have an all female commentary team, ring announcer, and words ha it that we’re about to get our female senior referee.But to say that any of you has changed the game? Not yet, sweets. 

I know you want to carve your legacy. Like me, you had your fair share of ups and downs. You’re half right about evolution - though I’ll give you bonus points for your philosophical outlook. Evolution is about taking what exists and developing it into something else. Maybe nobody has told you this, but your reign as empress and world title reign hasn’t done either. It was as necessary as Cam’s (shrugs). Your Specialist reign? Now THAT was something you should be proud of. You took something Haruna had flushed down the toilet and made it something I was proud to be a part of. Since then? I don’t know Cailin. If Autumn Raven didn’t get counted out in our match, I wonder if you would have still won last year’s tournament (sighs). Alas, it doesn’t do me any good to think it. I’ll have you all to myself Thursday night. There was a time where that would be exciting, but as you can see we’re under a different set of circumstances. You’d rather take the same tired approach everyone else has against me, sitting in the back of the classroom as one of the cool kids. Instead of paying attention, you make assumptions about who you think I am and what you think I’m capable of. Good thing I don’t live by your perception of me, or else I would have lost my match last week. 

(Stephanie stands up, wrapping her hands)

Every time I gain an inch, somebody wants to take it away. You’re not the first to doubt my intentions, nor will you be the last. Maybe my actions pushed you away; You was never too fond of Mao. But instead of being honest and talking to be about her, you just push me away without an explanation. Am I taking our war of words a little personally? In our line of work, there’s nobody that’s all business. This is not some kayfabe promotion where the only goal is to entertain the fans. Wins and losses play a huge role in Elite Answers Wrestling. When your livelihood is on the line, I’m going to take what people say about me a little personally. It’s human nature, sweets. It’s what the EAW universe responds to. You think your indifference gives you strength, but all it shows me is how far you’re willing to go not to show weakness. Either way, I’m still going to give you the fight of your life. You misread what I said about your time in the Iconomy - I believe that’s the place where you and Eclipse have shown mutual signs of solidarity. It was JJ, and Chris didn’t belong with the two of you. 

(Stephanie walks towards the ring)

I take responsibility for the role I played in our dissolution. I guess as long as we’re chasing after the same thing, there will always be a conflict between us. They say some soulmates are never meant to be. Maybe that’s us; maybe I’m reaching. No disrespect to what either of us has, but I’ll always cherish the good times. Maybe one day when one of us retires or go to another promotion, we would be able to share a drink and be great friends again. (sighs) As long as we’re both on the Empire roster, we will always go to war. This is our story, our unfortunate shared fate. The only advantage I can see is learning from one another with each battle we have. 

(Stephanie climbs into the ring)

This might be business for you, but for me? It’ll always be personal when it’s about us.

Dynasty Promo #3: Target Practice


Short-coming.

Target Smiles, do you just not get it? When will you get it through your THICK skull that you just won't step to me how you think you will. You get all of these ideas through my past returns and you think that it's just going to be something easy for you to do, when in reality you won't even be able to say you came close. Under that mask of yours.. you're just a vulnerable Elitist. You think that you're so great and that you'll actually be doing something, but you AREN'T. I don't care if I have to break a sweat to beat you.. if I PIN you or make you tap out, you LOST just like you will in that Glass Gauntlet match. Target Smiles, this isn't just going to be a shortcoming for you.. but it's going to be a disappointment as always that comes from you. That EAW Hardcore Championship is on my path and you are not going to stop me from getting it. Dynasty.. this is my house.. and you're stepping in my yard and that I'm going to kick you out of. This EAW Hardcore Championship may not mean anything to you but it is the WORLD TO ME. I started with that championship and I'm going to bring it back to relevance. You were destroyed by Scott Diamond.. that's funny because I DEMOLISHED Scott Diamond. He thought that he could stomp on me and do anything he wanted to take something away from me and I brought him back to reality just like I'm going to do to you. I gained my success in my early days just like I'm going to do it now. I'm going to EARN it. I'm going to get in that ring and prove to everyone that I can STILL do this and be with the best. And Target.. you're nowhere near the best. You're just a STEPPING STONE.. for me to get to where I want to be. That EAW Hardcore Championship is in sight and all that's standing in my way is you Target, and others that want to battle in that Glass Gauntlet match. I've seen myself fall. I've seen myself get into the biggest matches and fall down to some of the worst who were never even on my level. I've made my mistakes, but we make mistakes to learn from them and I'm never going to step into that area again. Battle after battle .. step after step, I've been in and out of this business. This time.. I'm making a name for myself AGAIN. I've been getting questions from people and they've been asking "Hawk.. why are you still doing this.. haven't you already done enough?" And I start to think.. and I start to realize that sure.. I've got a lot under my belt. And then I start to see myself in the mirror and realize that there is absolutely more that I could do in this business. We've changed from Extreme to Elite.. we've made new champions.. we build around and there's been new Elitist like you, and everyone thought that it would be so hard for me to get through.. But I'm the same Hurricane Hawk that step into the business and ran through to get everything that I deserved. You want to think that you're over me.. go ahead. But I'm not going to be the one to fall under pressure.. YOU ARE. 

I'm not just your average loudmouth. These smiling faces that you think that you're going to see are not going to be there. You're going to see the ShowSlayer shirts.. the support that's going to be given to me and you're going to feel that rage.. and jealousy of me because you're going to want everything that I have. You can't be me. Step in my way Target.. I DARE YOU.. because when you do I'm going to make you regret the decision right away. Target Smiles, I'm not that underwhelming returning Hurricane Hawk.. I'm the Hurricane Hawk that ran with Generation Genesis.. the Hurricane Hawk that climbed up that ladder in that Cash in the Vault ladder match and grabbed that briefcase.. The Hurricane Hawk that cashed in and SUCCESSFULLY won my first world title. I want you to see this right away when we step into that ring because once you see that.. you'll know it's too late. I'm going to BREAK YOU.. like a piece of glass.. And you can still show yourself to be sharp but you're just going to be one of the small pieces to lay on the ground just like every other competitor. When I show you I can beat you on Dynasty , you know that I'm going to do it again at House of Glass. I don't just believe that you stand no chance against me.. I KNOW. I know that you're going to step into that ring with me and BREAK. You're going to fall to me. I don't plan on giving you ANY CHANCES.. This right here is to give a message to every single EAW Elitist that wants to step into that Glass Gauntlet match because they believe they have a chance to make a name for themselves, because I'm going to eliminate every single one of them. Those frowning faces are what's going to be seen because they'll see that you CAN'T DO ANYTHING AGAINST ME. Save yourself the time of talking to me because every single word that you say is going to BACKFIRE on you. I've been in this business with opportunities over my head and time after time I reach for them just to slide from me but this time.. No.. I'm not giving this up. I'm going to GRAB IT.. AND MAKE IT MINE.. That EAW Hardcore Championship will be mine and on Friday Target Smiles.. 


I'll just steal the show once again.

1. Kazuchika Okada - He has the undisputed best title reign in the past ten years of the industry currently. He's put on multiple 6-star matches with Omega (Who should be #3 imo) and is a household name despite never setting foot in WWE as a wrestler. 
2. AJ Styles - He is a walking dream match. In less in a year, he's made Smackdown his show and the US title the second most important belt in WWE.
3. Kevin Owens - The other reason why the US belt matters so much. He can put on a great feud with anyone, and somehow he and Jericho kept Raw afloat before Goldberg and Brock returned. He should be #4 though with Kenny occupying this space.
4. Roman Reigns - He had a slow start after Wrestlemania, but the work he's done with Strowman has been the highlight of the summer. He's starting to gain momentum but he needs a couple of more big feuds to make him the face of the company. That'll be tough if... 
5. Kenny Omega - This guy gets signed. That won't happen though because NJPW isn't stupid enough to let him go (i hope). What can I really say? His collection of 6-star matches speak for themselves. He's a natural in-ring storyteller who can do so much with so little. 
6. Shinsuke Nakamura - From the moment he walked into NXT he owned WWE fans. He has something that the company hasn't seen in a while: instant marketable charisma. He had a great NXT run and has put on great matches with Bobby Roode and Samoa Joe.
7. Dean Ambrose - This may sound controversial but he shouldn't be in the top 10. I love the guy, but his feud with Miz was carried by the latter. He did good work with AJ, but once again I felt the feud was carried by the latter. He's been given a raw deal with WWE, but things are starting to look up since teaming with Seth.
8. Samoa Joe - Like Nakamura, since arriving to WWE, he's connected with fans but in the opposite way as a heel. He's a natural promoer and was a great NXT champion. Now I'm just waiting for that world title run
9. Bobby Roode - When he said NXT was his, I believed him. It's been a while since a champ elevated a whole brand under his reign, but I felt like Bobby Roode did that with NXT.
10. The Miz - This dude should be higher, but then again look at the people on this list. The Miz is at the top of his heel game at the moment. He was the valet/wife, the miztourage and can promo with the best of them. His current IC run is probably going down as one of the best in a while.

[size=15]Showdown Promo #3[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the Bismarck Event Center. It's here inside a private dressing room, that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, lounging on a plush in the middle of leather sofa, his Ferragamo loafer adorned feet on the matching ottoman.  The camera pushes in as Michaels removes his gold rimed Gucci aviators from his face, and hangs them from the pocket of his Hugo Boss dress shirt.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “You know something followers, it almost saddens me see that the result of someone begging, and bitching to get my attention, that the moment they get it, they crumble almost immediately. Oh yeah, Kaise Boetius has had this hard in for me for the past two week, he's ruined my award winning in ring podcast, he's even gone so far to destroy my property, and he did this so that he could get me to agree to face him in the ring. Welp just like I expected, the moment I agreed to take this match, all his bravado and balls disappeared. See once I agreed to take on that good for nothing bastard in the ring, he finally learned to be careful of what you wish for, because oh brother is he gonna get it!  He knows that now he's stepping into a den with the alpha lion, he's swimming with the great white shark, he's thus far totally and wholly screwed and he knows it!  So as to not run the risk of pissing me off any further, he's finally decided to keep his fucking mouth shut. Kaise, I got news for ya, it's too little, and way too late. [/size]

[size=15]You know after all this time you'd think that I would be at least slightly disappointed that Kaise couldn't even muster up enough gumption inside himself to [/size]
[size=15]To at the very least offer up some sort of pathetic apology for the months of grief he's put me thru, but that would require you to think that I even held Kaise to the lowest standards of being a man. So now that the time for talking is almost done, land the moment when I absolutely crush Kaise Boetius is just about upon us, let me go ahead and explain what's about to happen in that ring, because at the end of the day there's nothing better than getting to say I told you so. [/size]


[size=15]First Kaise is gonna stand in the ring like a doofus, same as he always does. Than my entrance music will hit, and he’ll start shaking in his boots!  The crowd will roar when I step out on the stage, and Kaise will realize that there's no backing out now. I'll enter the ring, shining like the star that I am. The bell will ring, and I'm going to proceeding to kick the ever loving shit out of Kaise Boetius!  Than, after I have dispatched with this bottom of the totem poll bitch, and I have my hand raised high in victory, it'll finally be time for me to start getting my proper due. I'll have once again proven that a man of my talents shouldn't be saddled with peons such as Boetius. That I should be handed the finest wrestlers this brand could offer. I should be in the running for that National Elite Championship match. On second though scratch that, I should be in the running for a chance at the EAW championship!  I should be in there with Lannister, or listerine, or whatever his name is. I should be the one going up against legends like Dubian, and HBG. At the very least they should let me get a make up talk show!  When I go outbtheee tonight and put on the kind of performance that only I can, after I kick Boetius back to the homeless shelter he crawled out of, there will be no excuse for the people who run this show not to. I'll have in one match, simultaneously freed myself from from being chained to the dead weight that I've been saddled with since this season began, whilst again displaying the undeniable talents that have made me a must see competitor. After tonight, there should be nothing standing in between me, and the very top of the EAW mountain, because I am the man who possess the perfect combination of speed, strength, and technique. I put more hours in the gym, studying footage, and hustling in the ring than the rest of the locker room combined, and I do it all while gracing my ever growing army of followers with post on social media, and appearances live in the flesh baby!  I work harder than any of scrubs who call themselves champions ever have or will. I am the man who knows it's he is destined for greatness because he is the only man alive today who could ever be called perfect in that ring. [/size]

[size=15]So that brings me right back to you Kaise. You are about to get the absolute best from the absolute best!  You are about to get an up close and personal view of greatness personified. You are about to know exactly how amazing I truly am!  [/size]


[size=15]Put simply you're gonna find out why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who always rises to the occasion, especially when it comes to putting clingy punks like you back where they belong. You are about to see why my followers adore me, and when it's all said and done you will know without a doubt that you got your ass handed to you by hands down the single greatest professional athlete ever to lace up a pair of boots. You will know why I am perfection incarnate, because there is simply nothing better!  Kaise, you're about to get run over and flattened in that ring. So gather up all the guts you can, find wherever you left your balls, bring your ass to the ring, and prepare to Picture THAT!”[/size]



[size=15](With that Michaels picks himself up from the chair, and heads over to his locker where he begins to fetch his gear.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

[size=15]Showdown Promo #3[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the Bismarck Event Center. It's here inside a private dressing room, that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, lounging on a plush in the middle of leather sofa, his Ferragamo loafer adorned feet on the matching ottoman.  The camera pushes in as Michaels removes his gold rimed Gucci aviators from his face, and hangs them from the pocket of his Hugo Boss dress shirt.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “You know something followers, it almost saddens me see that the result of someone begging, and bitching to get my attention, that the moment they get it, they crumble almost immediately. Oh yeah, Kaise Boetius has had this hard in for me for the past two week, he's ruined my award winning in ring podcast, he's even gone so far to destroy my property, and he did this so that he could get me to agree to face him in the ring. Welp just like I expected, the moment I agreed to take this match, all his bravado and balls disappeared. See once I agreed to take on that good for nothing bastard in the ring, he finally learned to be careful of what you wish for, because oh brother is he gonna get it!  He knows that now he's stepping into a den with the alpha lion, he's swimming with the great white shark, he's thus far totally and wholly screwed and he knows it!  So as to not run the risk of pissing me off any further, he's finally decided to keep his fucking mouth shut. Kaise, I got news for ya, it's too little, and way too late. [/size]

[size=15]You know after all this time you'd think that I would be at least slightly disappointed that Kaise couldn't even muster up enough gumption inside himself to [/size]
[size=15]To at the very least offer up some sort of pathetic apology for the months of grief he's put me thru, but that would require you to think that I even held Kaise to the lowest standards of being a man. So now that the time for talking is almost done, land the moment when I absolutely crush Kaise Boetius is just about upon us, let me go ahead and explain what's about to happen in that ring, because at the end of the day there's nothing better than getting to say I told you so. [/size]


[size=15]First Kaise is gonna stand in the ring like a doofus, same as he always does. Than my entrance music will hit, and he’ll start shaking in his boots!  The crowd will roar when I step out on the stage, and Kaise will realize that there's no backing out now. I'll enter the ring, shining like the star that I am. The bell will ring, and I'm going to proceeding to kick the ever loving shit out of Kaise Boetius!  Than, after I have dispatched with this bottom of the totem poll bitch, and I have my hand raised high in victory, it'll finally be time for me to start getting my proper due. I'll have once again proven that a man of my talents shouldn't be saddled with peons such as Boetius. That I should be handed the finest wrestlers this brand could offer. I should be in the running for that National Elite Championship match. On second though scratch that, I should be in the running for a chance at the EAW championship!  I should be in there with Lannister, or listerine, or whatever his name is. I should be the one going up against legends like Dubian, and HBG. At the very least they should let me get a make up talk show!  When I go outbtheee tonight and put on the kind of performance that only I can, after I kick Boetius back to the homeless shelter he crawled out of, there will be no excuse for the people who run this show not to. I'll have in one match, simultaneously freed myself from from being chained to the dead weight that I've been saddled with since this season began, whilst again displaying the undeniable talents that have made me a must see competitor. After tonight, there should be nothing standing in between me, and the very top of the EAW mountain, because I am the man who possess the perfect combination of speed, strength, and technique. I put more hours in the gym, studying footage, and hustling in the ring than the rest of the locker room combined, and I do it all while gracing my ever growing army of followers with post on social media, and appearances live in the flesh baby!  I work harder than any of scrubs who call themselves champions ever have or will. I am the man who knows it's he is destined for greatness because he is the only man alive today who could ever be called perfect in that ring. [/size]

[size=15]So that brings me right back to you Kaise. You are about to get the absolute best from the absolute best!  You are about to get an up close and personal view of greatness personified. You are about to know exactly how amazing I truly am!  [/size]


[size=15]Put simply you're gonna find out why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who always rises to the occasion, especially when it comes to putting clingy punks like you back where they belong. You are about to see why my followers adore me, and when it's all said and done you will know without a doubt that you got your ass handed to you by hands down the single greatest professional athlete ever to lace up a pair of boots. You will know why I am perfection incarnate, because there is simply nothing better!  Kaise, you're about to get run over and flattened in that ring. So gather up all the guts you can, find wherever you left your balls, bring your ass to the ring, and prepare to Picture THAT!”[/size]



[size=15](With that Michaels picks himself up from the chair, and heads over to his locker where he begins to fetch his gear.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

(The camera opens to Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda sitting in a low-lit bar in Grand Forks, NC, next to the same beautiful Italian woman she was with on Empire. She has a small glass of whisky on the rocks, her eyes lost in thought.)

Italian Woman: Stephanie, you seemed bothered. The camera is rolling, no?

Stephanie: I just have a lot on my mind, Elisa. I don’t mind the cameras though. I have some things to get off my chest that I think the fans need to hear.

Elisa: Interesting. What’s bothering you? Let’s start from the top and work our way down.

(Stephanie pauses for a moment, and turns to Elisa)

Stephanie: I hate the idea that Empire has become the Aria and Cailin Show (sips). Don’t get me wrong - I care about them both. But they’re not the only ones who held this division to the level we have today. Then, we have the likes of Sheridan who thinks wishing upon a star will grant her the Empress of Elite crown. She talks a good game, she really does. But underneath the layers of the Sheridan Muller lexicon, lies the voice of a woman who’s shook. She knows that if she can’t get past me, her time on Empire is pretty much over. It may not end soon, but it’ll be a ticking time bomb from here on out. I mean, what she’s going to do? Run like I said she would? Then that means I would be right, and someone like her would rather jump off a bridge than to prove my point on purpose. Funny thing, is she’s already proven my point several times over. She wants to get in my head and claim I’m not taking this seriously. She fails to understand that to me, this tournament is everything. I may identify with my former stablemates, but it’s only because we share a past together. This is the season that I separate myself from Formation and The Coven altogether. This right here is the Stephanie Matsuda story, live and in color!

Elisa: Don’t let her distract you, my dear.

(Stephanie leans forward, sipping from her drink)

Stephanie: She’s not a distraction. If anything she’s an annoying gnat buzzing in my ear, yapping about the past over and over. All I want is to learn from my mistakes in order to pave the road of success for my future. I’m not the best in the world Elisa, but I’m well on my way. There’s one woman who stands between me and glory (sighs). I knew the day would come, but I have to do what I have to do. Check all internet; all I see are ‘Who can beat Aria Jaxon?’ articles. I’m sure it frustrates Cai as much as it does me. If the universe thinks of them as untouchable, then all it does is cheapens our brand. The rest of us end up playing second fiddle, shucking and jiving every Thursday night! Tune in to Thursday Night Empire, where you can see good ‘ol Cloudy Matsuda gets her rump kicked by the likes of Sheridan Muller! Cailin Dillon! Aria Jaxon! Consuela Rose Ava!

(Stephanie slams her fist on the table)

Stephanie: F*BLEEP*K THAT!

(The rest of the bar grows quiet, looking in Steph’s direction)

Elisa: Baby maybe you should-

Stephanie: Nah.

(Stephanie stands up)

Stephanie: For too long I held back, just sitting on the sidelines watching everyone and their momma get recognition in this god forsaken company. I work day and night, busting my Blasian ass to get as far as I can! Several times a week I’m shaping the future of our industry! This whole looking me over s*bleep*t ends tomorrow. This tournament is not just about winning a shot at the World title. It’s also about respect!  This bitch yaps her face about how I’m not focused on my own career!? Really!? The one who does nothing but talk about OTHERS ALL DAY!? Listen good you Eva Braun reject because I’m about to give you a dose of reality! You define your existence based on the assumption that somehow everyone owes you something! You claim conspiracy whenever the universe doesn’t work your way and when you run out of cards to play, you cut and run. The Empress of Empire doesn’t need a coward. If so, then we’re going to start at square one. We might as well open the doors for the OGs to return. Speaking of which, I’m getting real sick of people throwing their basic ass accolades in my face. In fact, until the best in our division pins me, none of that means a damn thing to me. For now, I remain the only one with the potential to do what nobody else can do.

Elisa: Stephanie…

Stephanie: (breathes) I’m okay, sweets. I just had it up to here with Goldilocks. Somehow in that peanut brain she thinks she has this tournament in a bag. She only beat me two out of three times. Know what that means? Ms. Müller isn’t invincible. All I need is three seconds, Elisa. I need to seize the moment, and three seconds later I’m off to the next one. Life can come at us fast, and I have no choice but to keep up. The only thing she justified with German Efficiency is that it’s an annoying catchphrase that lost meaning months ago. The only thing she proved that she’s a hypocrite just like every other so-called perfectionist who crossed my path. For example: in a previous video she disrespected the American wrestling scene. But yet Elite Answers Wrestling is a company founded in NEW JERSEY! It doesn’t get anymore AMERICAN than that! So she disrespects America, but accepts American money, while fighting in an American promotion. Just like every Hollywood actor who s*bleep*ts on this country, you’re willing to take a paycheck just like every other hypocrite. That’s not solving the problem, Sher. You want to be an agent of change? You want your blood, sweat, and tears make a difference for the better? Than start by either being true to your word, or stop biting the hand that feeds you bitch. There’s nothing theatrical about what I do in that ring. I enter that squared circle with a pure heart and a respect for what we do. Every night I give my all Sher; sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Such is life, something we all have to endure one time or another. 

Bar Goer: Tell ‘em, Matsuda!

Stephanie: (nods) You see these people here Sher? These men and women who relax in this beautiful establishment after a long hard day’s work? These are the people I fight for. The Americans who make an honest living, the immigrants who come here for an opportunity, those who take advantage of every resource available to them. If it’s not available? Then they seek it out. You don’t always get what you want, but if you search hard enough, you’ll find where you need to be. Where I belong is in the finals of The Empress of Elite. I’m not defined by my past, or those involved, but I’m responsible for the fate of my future. Our division is in a particular situation and it’s up to me to debunk the Aria/Cailin myth. Nobody wants to see a 500-pound gorilla on the fence all day, sweets. I have the tools to balance the playing field. I have ideas to make Empire great again, but I can’t do a damn thing sitting below with the bottom feeders. As the War Queen, I’m meant for more. I can feel it in my heart, my hands are shaking from the excitement! Beating you is not going to be easy Sher - I’m no fool. 

(Stephanie looks at her hand, clenched in a fist)

Stephanie: My story can’t end here. I’ve sacrificed too much, fought too many battles to lose this war in the opening around. You’re one of my biggest adversaries Müller-san, but tomorrow is the night I pass you. Keep talking about the glistening of your skin and the blackness of your heart; I’ll be fighting in the finals of the EoE, for the right to face my best friend at hopefully Road to Redemption.

(Stephs laughs for a moment)

Stephanie: After everything I’ve done, I’ll finally find the redemption I’ve been seeking. This is destiny Müller-san! You can’t make this s*bleep*t up! 

(Steph closes her eyes for a moment, smiling)

Stephanie: I’m a different animal than my stablemates. I used to think I was the ragtag outsider, searching for an identity. All this time I knew who I was; I was afraid that it wasn’t enough. I felt that if I gave everything, I would fail and fall into irrelevance. In some ways, you know me Sheridan…

(Steph opens her eyes and places a hand on her heart)

Stephanie: Thing is, I know you too. You’re just like me - someone who hides behind their own ego to avoid the worst case scenario. You’re in the gym everyday like me, working hard to reach the next level. In fact, we’re two sides of the same coin. Given the shared history of our home countries, I’m not surprised. In their pasts Germany and Japan made sacrifices to try and be great, and both countries fell from grace. Today, Germany is an economic power and Japan is rising from economic troubles. I am Suzaku the Phoenix, rising from the ashes of my past transgressions. You are the European powerhouse, influencing everything around you. What you fail to see Sher, is just like Germany, everything around you is suffering from your ego. Look at Italy, Greece, Spain, even France. These countries stood tall on their own, but your meddling is eating away at their economy. I want nothing to do with your Empire Union Müller-san. It’s an infectious disease that rots away at everything it touches. 

(Elisa nods in agreement)

Stephanie: As I’ve previously stated, you shall not pass. Call me arrogant and/or delusional, I don’t care. My legacy is something I refuse to compromise. I almost sold it to the devil himself, but here I am reborn. You may be more disciplined but I’m the most honest woman on this roster, next the Women’s World Champion herself. Honesty goes a long way sweets; you can see it on a person’s face, in their fighting stance. The truth of war is told through the engagement of battle. Even with all that potential, your dishonesty makes you weak. This is why I’m going to walk away the winner this time around and even the school 2-2. You don’t scare me Sheridan. I’m not paralyzed by your presence - in fact it invigorates me! I never feel more alive when someone with your skill fights me! Maybe my excitement turns you on; You’ve been talking a little too much about my sex life these days. Apparently, she knows more about Cailin and I’s relationship than we do! Are you sure you’re not a woman of Sappho, Sher?

(Elisa laughs)

Stephanie: Tomorrow will end like if we were to share the same bed: you can’t handle me Sher. I’m too hot, too wild, too aggressive for a stuck up wrench such as yourself. This is the champion the people want - someone who follows their own path. I’m going to leave everything in that ring. I won’t be able to beat you unless if I lay my life on the line. Keep collecting checks from a country you hate, sweets. I’ll be wearing the crown with a belt strapped around my waist.

(Stephanie puts on her hood, and throws several 20s on the table)

Stephanie: Come on Elisa. Destiny awaits. I’m a Dreamchaser Sher. Stay Woke.

(Elisa nods, and the two walk out the bar to a loud applause from the entire bar.)

 
So looks like April and Sophia hate each other a lot, at least it lets them do something instead of watching around for the rest of the week. Speaking of watching on the sidelines, been a while since I spoke. Time to throw out some verbal insults like it’s nobody’s business, time to build more self-hype because your Queen Of Whatever-Guard is kind of right. I’m only in this for three things right now, that sweet FPV bonus, making a statement for this match and doing something during a weekend in this hell hole of a place called Russia. Now I’m already getting the two out of three because of this match already THANK GOD but that last one, it’s going a little bit of hard work. For some people, this might be new concept when they think of me, but those people have yet to realize that the real workhorse of EAW is yours truly right here. I personally have the right to say that because it’s a truth filled fact. You really can’t say that people who got a title when they beat the champ on a lucky day way before the champ actually won the belt. Isn’t that right, April? What a weird way for management to give a title shot to someone. Oh, wait! BOTH of our champs got their titles because of BS like that. Well one of them was from Cleopatra but then you realize that pretty much Tarah Nova is acting like Cleo when it comes to giving out title shots these days on Empire!
 
But you still have no right to talk, April. You still seem like one of the biggest pain in my neck these days. You HAVE Erica Ford still getting some dumb amount of spotlight because of April not knowing there are other and probably better interviewers that don’t suck absolutely suck at letting their partner down but really to tell you the truth April. I had my headphones blasting music instead of listening to what you’ve had to say about me because it’s going to be the same thing over and over and over again. Like first you’ll say that you respect them and then just feel like you don’t seem like the biggest nice girl in the room, you’ll talk trash about them. It’s a formula that’s CONSTANTLY done by you. There’s nothing to change it up and it’s actually quite boring when you think about it but I guess when you seem like the biggest military junkie in EAW then you’ll start to just have everything in a basic formula. First sucker them in with nice comments about you respect them and crap followed big shots, disrespecting them.
 
It’s quite a pathetic little strategy to get some sort of advantage in a match where you’re just a side player. Nothing more then a supporting character for this match.
 
To make a weird nerd based reference here, April Song like a generic shounen anime, follow the same formula and takes WAY TOO LONG to get to a point and that might be a thing for most of Empire. Meanwhile, I’m like a cult classic, an episodic tale, constantly getting better and better with each new episode. Think of me like Cowboy Bebop to her Fighting anime. Just so much better!
 
And if you’re not concerned about me then please don’t be, it’s not going to matter to you if I win this whole match, become one of the survivors and possibly even eliminate you from this contest.

 
Enough of that, so I can talk about someone I haven’t spoken about in my whole time in EAW… I think. The literal definition of someone who has yet to actually grow up, Savannah Sunshine. It’s actually quite amazing that you’re still in EAW after what seems like a while since you’re original hype died off.
 
The whole “OMG, SHE’S SO CUTE AND CUDDLY” hype died when people saw that she couldn’t the big level competition but yet she’ll give it her all in this match. She’ll push on through and become some sort of big factor in this match against Team Cailin…. NOPE! No, Nah uh and finally NEVER! And why because Savannah is stuck in this happy-go-lucky mentality, nothing is going to stop her from having a wonderful time or crap like that. See Savannah is pretty much a Disney princess, her heart of gold will save this kingdom but I guess that makes me or even my teammates The Villian of this fairy tale, huh? Hell, I think I like the idea of being a Villain, dream-kil—sorry I forgot that’s the nickname of my team “captain” but yeah, the idea of being a Villain does intrigue me, I wonder how many little Russian kids will cry once Savannah is eliminated from the match? Will her teammates care?
 
No, because none of the two teams for this match are actually going to be loyal to each other, well except Alexis and Cailin but that’s to each other and that’s it!! If we look at the side of my opponents, we see a pink hair Cali-girl who just seems to be interested in winning, a twin who just wants win back her title, an ex-whatever who’s currently the Specialist Champ and seems more interested in facing Sophia AGAIN, Choke Artist Maddie who seems to be more interested in dealing with Alexis, and Savannah who has the best chance of being eliminated first. Meanwhile, I have to deal with Vexx who’s got the best chance of being eliminated first, a team captain who wants to kill Aria, a comeback who done nothing interesting since coming back, and Psycho Mom who’s interested more in getting Maddie on the dark side. So I don't know which is more annoying, my "team" or opponents?
 
And finally yours truly, the one who’s pretty much bored right now talking about everyone else in this match because it’s too much time-consuming. The one who doesn’t care about any single soul on the Empire active roster right now, The One & Only Ace of Empire, I’m pretty much the only person here who just wants to make a statement by winning.

So personal vendettas, no revenge, no jealousy, I’m just here in this match to win it all without giving a crap about any one of you.
 
And as I always say, if you didn’t like anything I said. You can simply…
 

Assen~Na Yo!

 
A great bit of this verbal battle has already reached deep levels of stupidity. People shouting my team is better than yours like that matters at all. Oh, wait. That’s mainly just Aria doing that. It’s exceptionally clear that I’ve struck a nerve with your precious women’s champion. Why do you think I want to wash my hands of you? Do you not understand this is all part of the long game? This isn’t about ending your career at all. You really do want people to believe I’m just some kind of heartless monster that wants to take everything you’ve worked so hard for and leave you in the corner. But you also want to make it clear to me that as long as you’re here and as long as you’re at the top, I’ll never be allowed to be there. Because I’ll never beat you, right? Isn’t that the real narrative you’re knocking at here? I’ve been just waiting for you to have the balls to drag out the red carpet on that narrative and selfie your way down with all your self-obsessions and braggadocio, but instead we get the timid Aria who’s just tip toeing around what she really wants to say without trying to say it. Here’s the thing, buddy, you don’t get to go around and call yourself the queen and then pretend there’s no self-obsession there. I have to just say what Aria will tell all of you for you. She didn’t come up with this nickname, it’s that everyone else was saying. No, not really. I’ve been your best friend for a good amount of time and I can never recall referring to you as a queen. I can’t recall your even better friend Tarah saying that either. No, you decided you were the queen of the new guard, didn’t you? And it’s just a funny term for someone who has really achieved no more than someone she walked side-by-side with for her entire time in this company. But at some point, even at your lowest of lows, you can look and compare and truly see that we aren’t the same. And even though I fight my ass off day in and day out and I never take a day off, you see me as a lesser fighter than you. You see me as a lesser person than you. Everyone has always believed Cailin Dillon to be this ego-driven fighter. No, I’m just confident in myself. I fight until I can’t fight anymore. But you try to frame it and change it and define me as something different because you don’t like me anymore. Your reasons are pathetic, you are as fake as fool’s gold and you’re leading all your followers down a long road that ends in despair. You know I won’t just turn and go away. You clearly want me to stand down and wait my turn while you triumphantly parade around and give your royal wave from crowd to crowd, but it’s not going to happen. This bitch will never go away.
 
And it seems to me that you listened to your own teammates for source material. Sad because I know you don’t struggle to find your words when you’re trying to burn at Cailin Dillon. It’s one of Aria’s favorite passions. Her real, true past time. The funny thing about you obsessing over the end of the Sirens is that Tarah could give two shits about it. You talk betrayal like I zapped each of you with a cattle prod and then rubbed my boot across your face. Do you even stop for a fucking second and realize both of you had far worse things to say about me than I ever had to say about either of you? Sirens was fucking dead. Get it through your head. The moment you add people to your team for a match like that, and your whole team is eliminated but the opponent team is still standing, you are done. And somehow now you think you’re talking to me so much different. The only time you really ever pulled a punch on me was Pain for Pride. And you won that one, so congratulations. I didn’t choose to align myself with the OGs, just let the truth come out on this shit. Those assholes were playing games. Yet now you’re talking about how I’ve been double-crossing people and cheating to win. Are you really so stung by the one time you got beat in that title match because of those assholes? You’re the champion right now you stupid bitch. Get. Over. It. And just so you know, you will always have a target on your back. Isn’t that obvious? I will always have a target on my back. Champion or not, when we step in the ring we have a certain reputation that precedes us and people want to make their mark by beating us in the ring. The only thing that separates us from the average idiots that walk in this company day after day is we don’t just fall easy. We are two people that you can easily identify as the ultimate challenges in this division. So my target will always be on you. Look at how different things are. When I became Women’s Champion I wanted to fight you. I publically stated how happy I was to see you beat Sheridan and earn that No. 1 contendership. And you? You spit on my face because you were still so obsessed with that Sirens shit. I offered my hand in congratulations then, and you suspected I was doing so to trick you. Who the actual fuck did you think I was? I didn’t cost you that match. That was your good friend Cloud Matsuda. And see, it all sort of revolves around to this point. You can blame me all you want for each and every one of these problems or these moments but the true root of the issue is just your opinion on me. Your opinion on me is that if I’m not fighting with you, right by your side, I’m not worth it. And it’s sad, because we clearly bring the best out of each other. And I have such a high level of respect for you that I’m willing to do what it takes to show you your own problems before they get exposed further and it’s all too late. You’re looking at me as some sort of war criminal that should be hung for her crimes. In reality, I’m just the hero trying to save you from yourself. And you’ll never totally understand that until it’s all too late. Until you’ve gone too far to turn back again.
 
That’s why my mindset going into this match has been clear as day. I’ll fight your team down to the wire, and my team will back me up at every turn. I’ve seen what your team has to offer now and it’s crystal clear where their mindsets are at. My team is so much more in tune than yours is at this point. And just try and contain Alexis, because she’s the one who sounds like she really wants to rip your throat out. But if you were really honest you would tell the truth. You talk like my team is dreamers whose goal is about to be crushed. But honestly, you and I both know this match comes down to two people. And in the right world, it comes down to me and you and you get every chance you want to make me pay for what I did to you and your title. In a sick way you need me. Beating me up is the way you prove just how dominant you are. Maybe I am a villain in your mind and everything I touch just turns to shit, but you sure love beating the hell out of me and trying to prove me wrong at every turn. There’s a certain obsession for you at just that. Maybe that makes me your own personal villain in our story. Or maybe you’re just trying to beat me so hard that I’ll suddenly shake my head and embrace you and thank you for all the beatings. But that’s in your dream world. In the real world that we live in you will hit me over and over and you will watch me smile and laugh and even when you “beat me” you’ll turn around to see me standing again, back on my feet and ready to go again. Because no matter how much you think Cailin Dillon has changed, that part of her has and never will change. I’m not desperate to fight you, but you are to prove to the world you are better than me at every turn. I wonder, why does Aria fear losing to me so much? What is she so worried about when it comes to me? She calls me a monster, so does that mean I’ve already turned her dreams into nightmares?
 
Did you all know Madison is interesting because she was a champion once? I think that’s the exact reason she’d tell you I don’t matter. Heh, it’s pretty funny how bad she is at trying to make any kind of a point. It’s almost unbelievable at this point to think about how far she came, then how far she fell, and then how far she climbed back up again. But she really doesn’t bring death to anything but herself. She might as well be calling herself the Mistress of Self-preservation at this point, constantly crawling back up from the depths and giving it another shot. I would probably be the last person you’d suspect would tell you I was impressed with what she did against Aria Jaxon last month. But go back to the week after she won the right to fight Aria. She called me petty and jealous, all because I told her congratulations on your future loss. I was impressed she put up as much of a fight as she did. However, I still knew fully that she would fall. This is Madison after all, the two-time loser in the Empress of Elite finals. And yes it really is something to make it to the finals. And it really is something that she was practically gift-wrapped a title by the then-outgoing Tarah Nova. But in the end, she’s not exactly big match Madison. When her back is truly up against the wall and the odds are against her, she doesn’t fight to win. She fights not to get killed. She fights to escape as unscathed as possible. I have no reason to believe she’ll do anything otherwise in this match, do I? I mean you can tell from her effort this week that she truly doesn’t care enough to be bothered by this match. She just believes she deserves a million shots to lose to the champion. I just think she needs to step aside for a minute so I can show her what a true, classic championship match looks like. Don’t worry baby girl, after this match you truly will be an after thought for a bit. But hey, go win Empress of Elite, finally. That will put you right back up to the top!
 
Consuela you can say all of these things, but no one really sees it the same way as you do. So I tell you, just dream and hope and maybe it will happen for you. I appreciate the way you compared me losing to a Hall of Famer to you losing to April Song. I mean, you know who will really appreciate that? April fucking Song. You’ve gotten so touchy over everything I’ve said but ignored the fact that it is all true. We’re just wanting you to come out fighting at every turn instead of flipping on a TV and seeing you dusting down Tarah’s office to butter her up or whatever the fuck you were trying to do there. Learn from those losses to April, see how she’s handling this match and ask yourself if you’re prepared to take that step forward and make sure she can’t bring more mockery to that title. She thinks she’s grown and she clearly believes she’s outgrown you. It would be a big step for you to make it beyond Aria to the end of this match so I can pin you for the win. Everyone would see the amount of growth you’ve made. But April is already dismissing you with one hand and putting her eyes on another challenger. Don’t let her. You’re the only hope at this point, right? You’re supposed to be an Ava. We were supposed to be convinced that you have every bit the same gall as your hall of fame sister. But some of us are still waiting for the moment where you just break out of your turtle shell, put your foot down and make your mark on this division. Man, you compared April to Aria, too. April is really having her lucky day with you on this one. Aria didn’t beat me in January or February in title matches, so, I think I’m doing ok. The thing you’re failing to realize here is even with loses to Aria, I’m still achieving around that. All you’ve really done lately is lose to April. So… what else am I supposed to talk about. You did your deed to Brody at Pain for Pride but I assure you when she returns all the shit talk you can think of won’t be enough to stop her from breaking both of your orbital bones.
 
April you want respect? No one is going to respect you just because you go around threatening to choke people out. It just doesn’t work for you like it does for me when I talk about ripping fucking arms out of the sockets. But maybe that’s what you really want from this match. You want your stupid nerd music to play and you come out there and I twist you around and start ripping at your arm. The funny thing about you is you’re a champion, and you seem to be taking this match as less serious as anyone. You straight up acknowledge to being a bit player in this match. Hell, Conseula is talking about going right past you and making an impact in this match. You? You’re just a worthless shitstain that’s whole plan is just to show up and raise your hand and show someone that you were there. You’re clearly here for you and you only. And that’s fine in a world where you don’t have to help your team win this match and they’re counting on you. But you’re in the world instead where I will be finishing your day by making you tap out like the bitch you are and shooing you away. This isn’t your match, April. You don’t matter. But I will make sure you lose.
 

Aria your team is a mix of people who want to work as a team, who want to win it for themselves and who don’t having a fucking clue why they’re even here. But none of that even matters in the end. I’m going to fight you and each of the members of your team until my very last breath. My team is going to win this even if I’m the only one left standing against all five of you. And when it all comes down to the end, you’ll be left trying to explain how your precious winning steak against me came to an end. Your dream of dominance over me… dead.

Dynasty Promo #3

Nobody.

All of my career I've been through a lot. I've tasted the test of success and fame, and for time to time I almost lost it because I was close to losing myself. I put myself in the spotlight because I EARNED it and I know that I wanted it. I'm more than just somebody that you see on this roster normally. I'm not an average joe like any of the guys that try to step up to me, but I'm SPECIAL. I have VALUE here. I have my own reality. I have my own mindset. I can't lie to the mistakes that I've made in the past. But those mistakes that everyone has saw. The downs that everyone claim to see every time, they've made me a lot better than what I was. If you think that I've reached my prime due to the achievements I've claimed in these past years, guess again. Ryan .. I adore the words that come out of your mouth but it seems as though I'm going to have to bring you back to the grips of reality. You claim that this isn't my house anymore, but out of all of this time no matter what.. when I come back people REMEMBER my name. They REMEMBER what I've done in this business because it actually mattered. MY name is solidified in this EAW Hall of Fame, but the real question is.. when will you come to grips that you will never be as good or BETTER than me. I'm more than just a snot nosed nobody. I do what I please.. but I do it by backing up every word that I say. And my words for this upcoming Friday is that I'm going to not only beat you and Khamsin in this triple threat match, but I'm going to show you.. that this ring is still my yard. I do not need to show respect to anybody. Why should I show you respect? What have you ever done that means something Ryan? Just face the fact that I'm just always going to be ahead of you. My suggestion for you for Friday is that if you don't want to face defeat.. and embarrassment do not show up. I've taken times off. I've tried to make my come backs.. and I've had the times that have knocked myself off, but every single time that I've faced the fail.. I was still able to get back to my feet and I was still able to be the man that I am today. I have HONOR here. I EARNED my respect here Ryan. You see that's what you don't get through that thick skull of yours.. that everything here that I've done was earned. I wasn't given ANYTHING on a silver platter. I worked my ass off for everything that you can say I've done on that list of achievements. You see this is not any fantasy land to me Ryan.. This is the land of ELITE.. and I THRIVE under any stipulation. 

Being the SHOWSLAYER.. that I am.. it doesn't mean that I have to care for any of these fans.. no.. It means that I come through the show and I GAIN the spotlight that I so deserve. I do this not for THEM.. I do it for me. You think that this is some kind of thought and idea in my mind when really.. it's just a fact that you fear. Every Dynasty you're going to see me arrive to the show and you're going to realize just how AMAZING I truly am. You're going to see that I'm not the same Hurricane Hawk that's just going to leave after once match and give up on everything, but I'm the Hurricane Hawk that pushed through this roster like it was nothing and earned two EAW world titles under my belt. When I come to these shows as much as these fans think that they don't want me.. that they don't care for me.. that they just want to see me fail.. I THRIVE off of that. My drive.. MY FUEL.. comes from the doubt.. and the critics that just want to see me fall once more. You can be on that list just like the rest of them. And once I earn my name once again in this business you're going to have to RESPECT me. This Friday.. when I make you fall to your knees once more and put a loss on your plate to feed to, just realize that Dynasty is going to be mine. We've never shared the ring before that's true.. but that doesn't scare me one bit because I know on your side.. you really do fear to step into the ring with me. You know for a fact that you're going to see my hand raised at the end of the match. The reality is that you aren't going to come close to defeating me. Every chance that you take is just going to be another moment for me to grab all of the words that came out of your mouth and shoved them right back down your throat for you to choke on because they're all going to be LIES after Friday when everyone sees you falling to me. In this reality, I'm a legend and I always WILL BE. It's on the paper and it's going to be shown on Friday. I still have what it takes to be in an EAW ring and show everyone that I still am one of the best to ever do it. Just like how Khamsin is so silent.. I'm going to shut you up. I'm going to make you regret ever saying anything. Ryan I know that deep down inside you know my show will never be over. Time and time again I'm brought up.. I'm shown, I'm respected, and I DAMN SURE.. am always going to be at the top. So if you want to stay on that little land of yours where you have nothing but crooked opinions and lies, be my guest... but I'm going to keep climbing this mountain of reality and LIVE through the spotlight. The shine.. shows me to be the LIGHT. So go ahead.. think that this is not my house.. think that the ring isn't my yard anymore.. but just about when you step into that ring with me you'll realize how much you've forgotten about why I'm considered to be at the top of the food chain. You'll realize just why I'm a hall of famer in this business and you'll realize that I'm.. just perfect. I have EVERYTHING that anyone could ask for and I'm just going to get more. These Pain for Pride runs.. everything that I've dropped in my past.. sure you can go there.. sure you can say that these past couple of times have been failures but overall.. you know that I'm more than just a nobody.. you know that my name is always going to be underlined in this business unlike yours. You see Ryan Savage.. realize.. that you will never.. EVER surpass me because I'm still in the race.. running ahead of you.. running ahead of any of those people who you claim to be at my feet... you see you might think that you're somewhat close.. but in real vision, I'm at the finish line while you're still struggling to even make it past the half. I've already ran my extra miles and I'm not afraid to do it again. So watch me.. surpass you after seeing everything that you've done in this business and watch you FILL yourself with jealousy because you can't do a damn thing that I've done. Friday.. is just going to be another day for you to realize that..


I'm far from a nobody like you.. and you'll never be a Savage like me. 

 
Oh, Astraea, darling, this is all just as cute as you but I think you’re missing the cold hard fact about all of this. I don’t care what you or anything else thinks about me. They can say I’m finished, done, replaced, but it’s my actions that will prove them otherwise. The dumbfound looks on their faces when they realize how they wrong they truly were? I don’t even care to see it. This is my world as far as I’m concerned, and you’re just lucky enough to be living in it.
 
I find myself at least admiring the spirit that you have. Clearly I admire other things about you… and trust me it won’t be a distraction. Heh, I’m not looking to fuck in the ring after all. But you clearly believe that you have something any other new girl doesn’t. And you have to believe that. Because you haven’t stepped in the ring yet with a Cailin or an Aria or even an Alexis. You have so much to learn about what this company will place on your doorstep. And so much to learn about what it means to be truly humbled by a greater opponent. You see there are so many ways I could have approached this week with you. I could have gone shady Aria route and talk about those cheap ass looking extensions you have hanging from your head. I could have gone right in on a clear Aria mark who has the same damn initials as her personal freaking hero. But I decided to go a much clearer route of just laying it all out in front of you. I just gave it to you honestly. You’re at the very beginning of a long journey up the hill. Eventually you’ll start to ascend near the top and you might have the chance to win a Specialist’s or a Women’s Championship and you will taste glory that was unknown before to you just by earning the chance to be in the match. And you obviously believe that beating me this week is your launch pad to jump over so many others that are standing in your way by sure experience and longevity alone. But it only takes one well-placed kick to your jaw to rearrange all of those thoughts and make you start doubting all of that. My best advice to a person like you, Astraea, is to not doubt anything. I think you’re clearly fierce and strong and spunky and you have the right stuff to win a lot of matches. But this one is a learning experience for you. I don’t need to be driven by anger or greed to kick your ass around all four posts and plant you deep into the mat in the middle. That’s what I’m going to do anyways. No, if I was angry with you it would be far, far worse for you than just that.
 
You just have to ask Aria, your hero, all about it. She talks a big, tough game when she’s not fighting me head to head. But when we are in a match together, she only focuses on me because she knows just how big of a threat I am to her. She knows that she’s susceptible to losing, but it means so much more to her when she beats me than it does when she beats anyone else. I worry her, and it’s natural because we are compared in the same light quite often. But me? I’m not obsessed with all of that shit like I used to be. I could care less about who goes down in history as the best of all time. If that person ends up being Aria, than so be it, but when she stands in the Hall of Fame looking at her statue she’s going to remember that I made her life a god damn living hell just to reach that point. Maybe, I don’t know, she’ll be even more proud of herself for being able to still stand there. Maybe she’ll be looking out of the corner of her eye thinking I’m gonna pop up and kick her ass right there at the ceremony. But you, I don’t worry about you. Not in the least bit. I don’t get worried. It’s not because you’re new. I fight everyone, new, old or champion, with the same type of intensity. Is it fueled by anger or hate? Maybe, but you’ll never really understand what drives me. My motivations are so personal and run so deep that they bring fear to Aria when she thinks about it. You say I’ve changed, but I’m still the same woman that fights until I can’t fight anymore. The same one that will look dead and then suddenly lock in one of the most painful submission holds this company has ever seen. Still the same woman that is just a fraction of a second away from putting your lights out from out of absolutely nowhere. Just because I say something different or wear a different smile, it doesn’t mean I’ve changed from the woman that will wreck your ass in that ring this Thursday. It hasn’t changed that one damn bit.
 
It’s quite funny to me how so many new girls show up here talking about history books or referencing things in my past. You want to talk success and failures and how they define me? Of course they do. Everything has defined me in one way or another. I’ve learned from my success. And my failures? They’ve taught me so much more than you can imagine. Not yet at least. Because you’re just now here, you haven’t felt the sting and the pain that I have. If someone wants to call me an OG, I don’t really care about it. I’m not an originator of this division. I respect them for the foundation they laid, but others came along and they built the house that you now know as Empire. But the real history books will show the OGs associated themselves with me by sure need. They were schemers. They wanted to be close to me so they could install a false sense of security in me. It never worked. I called their bluff from Day 1. As mad as it mad Cameron, I called her on every bit of her bullshit when she tried to rip the carpet out from under me. Again history? I asked for a rematch after Cam took the title with a cash-in. Did I go after Cleopatra? You damn right I did. Why? Because she wanted to play games. She was an OG in her own right and she loved placing Cam’s accomplishment above my head. If you want to find some of the source of my anger, you can look no further than three women continually fucking with me during my time as champion. But be careful with you look back in the past at Empire and try to find your answers. Back then it was all smoke and mirrors with three women trying to fuck over an entire roster. Look who prevailed, though?
 
Let me set you straight on something though. Does Aria deserve to be champion? Of course she does. Let’s not be stupid. She won that match as fair and square as it gets. Does she need to be walking around calling herself the queen or some shit after two titles and a total of two months as champion between them? Uhh, no. The thing is, Aria claims to be someone that she isn’t. I’m just out here to prove her wrong. I don’t have a hit list. I just have business with Aria that might be unfinished forever. Maybe we’re destined to fight forever. And maybe us fighting for eternity is your chance to climb the ladder when no one is looking and placing your name in hat and throwing yourself into the fire. But don’t get burned baby girl, because the fire I provide is hot enough to reduce you to nothing more than ashes.
 

I’m going to beat you Astraea and that’s all there is to it. But as I’ve said all along, this is a great opportunity for you to learn exactly what it means to fight at the top of the game on Empire. It’s not an exclusive group, but you do have to fight your freaking ass off just to be included. It’s not invite only, it’s trial by fire. But let me leave you with one last piece of advice. Don’t try to be just like your heroes, especially not that other girl they call AJ. If you just try to be here, you’ll never survive. If you want to someday beat her, you have to be something different all together. Aria doesn’t care about justice. She cares about you the same way Scar cared about Mufasa as he pushed him over the edge of the cliff. Don’t believe that? Just wait and see, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. And me? I care about you even less. You’re a toy, just waiting to be beat across the floor and pawed at. And this kitty cat is ready to play. Meow.

[size=15]Voltage Promo #3[/size]

[size=15]Thursday, 1:27 A.M., Bern, Switzerland. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens on the city streets as a dense, heavy rain falls, somewhat obscuring most of the lens’ field of vision.  Suddenly the camera jerks upward.)[/size]


[size=15]???: “Look at itttt.”[/size]


[size=15](In the frame is the Kindlifresserbrunnen, or more particularly, the statue that rests inside the fountain’s center. A long silent moment passes as the camera holds on the graven image of an ogre, his mouth opened wide, about to feast upon a small human infant, with several more inside a sack at the ogre’s feet.  The camera is tugged away from the fountain, Bringing into frame with an extreme close up, the being known as Solomon Caine.  He stares Intensely at the camera with his bloodshot eyes unblinking as the rain pours down over him. An angry and evil expression painted on his face.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “Do you see it?  Do you understand it's message?  How there is no resistance in being devoured, and life ending before it began. Do you see it Christopher?!  Or can you only see what lies at the very tip of your nose?  Do you lack the basic comprehension to decipher the truth?  Let us explain it then. These small, children, they are all of mankind vein gathered up, and being destroyed by a force greater than they could ever fight against.  That force consumes them whole without a moment’s pause, and soon enough the last of men falls his victim.  We know what your skewed mind is thinking. No, the monster here is not me. The monster is all of the trapping that have brought about the downfall of men for far too long. Greed, charity, laziness, ineptitude, illness, and ego. All of these form a demon that has plagued humanity to the point of where they become willing victims, and live only to feed these evils that have perverted this entire world. Men like you Christopher. Men like you, who whole heartedly give themselves over to their wicked desires as harlots. Oh how you all bend over backwards to serve your masters, never realizing that in exchange for your heart and mind, and they feed you is lies which poison you, and rot your flesh from the inside. This is what comes to those who chase after Vanity, this is what the reward is for those who declare themselves to be Elite. And what is all the worst is that you corrupt all who gaze upon you. You turn them from what is needed to see the glorious reign upon this earth. You turn them keep them blind, and perpetually wandering this earth, making themselves slaves, and forever chasing purpose in that which has no meaning.  You keep the masses of this world bound and shackled with every boast and every insult. You condemn millions with your actions. And what for?  Have you not toiled and labored for years without any of your deeds baring any fruit?  Did not your single moment of glory, come and go with no fan fare, and did it bare nothing close to significance?  It was  empty and hollow trinket, one that brought you neither the glory nor honor you have sought after.  All that you accomplished by taking possession of the New Breed Championship, was to bring down a curse upon your own head for ever man, woman, and child who looked upon you with awe. All it brought to you was woe and misery as a just reward for everyone you helped condemn to suffering in the flood of fire.  For every ounce of worship you stole from the masses, another lash across your back. For every child who gazed upon you in wonder, another horror so great we dare not even speak of it. [/size]

[size=15]That is why Christopher, that is why we must do what we must this Sunday. We must beat you and batter you. We must rend your flesh and stain our hands with your blood. We must leave you shattered in body and spirit, for in your destruction there might be a great many who may yet be spared.  When the eyes bare witness to your demise, how they could see the folly of following in your path. How they might turn from the same evils that lead you to your ultimate end. How they should see that to deny us as you have, is to chain themselves to a never ending nightmare!  One that they shall never awaken from!  One that shall haunt them every moment that they continue to draw breath, one that shall terrify them till the End Of Ages!  That is what is unshakably, and undeniably the truth. That is what lays in wait for all in this world, and you Christopher, you shall serve as an example, a mere taste of the complete and utter ruin that they all shall know.  Yes they shall watch you crumble before us, just as they shall watch all that they idolized fall and lay beneath their feet. All that the heathens had placed on pedestals, shall become nothing more than dust. [/size]


[size=15]You doubt our ability to do so?  What should make you so confident?  Do you really believe you could our run is? Do you not think that the moment you are in our grasp, that we shall not squeeze the very last breath you take out from you?!  Do you not think that with blow that we seek to leave you broken and crippled?  Or do you believe that your guard would save you from our wrath?  We have no quarrel with him, but should he try and aid you, he shall share in living hell your life shall soon become. No Christopher, there is no escaping what we have planned for you. Even if you were to slip past us on Sunday, we would hunt you down for all eternity to see all we have foretold of you come to fruition.  For while you only seek what is gone in but a day, we prepare the way for that which is eternal. We have already done so much,  but there is still much to do. This flesh which serves us shall help bring about our rule upon tutus earth. It shall turn back the tide against the wicked filth like you who have ailed this earth for far too long. We shall see the rightful order of life restored, we shall see the end of those who worship vanity, those who are too weak to provide for themselves, those who are ill and inept, and those who protect, feed, and shelter these wretches. The time is coming, every moment it all draws nearer. The flames, the glorious reign, and soon, your end Christopher. [/size]

[size=15]So continue to mock us and our brethren. Make light of us, and slander our names. Obsess over the one named Ryan Adams.  Do all this while you still may.  For nothing can stop what we have planned. There is no force great enough to stand against it, there is none who can resist it. And when it is unleashed, there shall be none who can escape it. [/size]


[size=15]Take heed of this warning, listen well while you may. Know that all we foretell, shall soon be made so.”[/size]



[size=15](Caine shoves the camera man away before turning away from the statue, kneeling down on both knees, and turning his gaze up towards the sky above him as the rain continues to pour down without mercy.)[/size]



[size=15]The End. [/size]

 
Those people you mentioned. They are and still will be my past. Erica Ford? Someone you let me down all the time when it came down to showing up for matches? Miss Manami? Someone who never saw the potential that I had unlocked on my own? You think these people helped me out in my past? Nope! I had an unreliable partner who had I carried through my time with her who thought she could be anything but a waste of space. And Manami… Well, she became a roadblock when I realized that I was destined for greater things than her. She’s stuck to her way of the past kind of training while I have evolved. Turning Strong Style mainstream again and all of that was without Manami’s help. I no longer see her as a mentor but as a roadblock, just like you’re one. Something stopping my eventual rise, it’s just a matter of time till that. Regardless of what you say or do or even think, it’s going to result in you losing this match. All the effort you put in when trying to get into my head will fail because right now. I’m still not interested in you, April. You’re still not a credible champion in my eyes!
 
AND YOU NEVER WILL BE! I don’t see someone who has the best chance of leaving Empire before the year’s end to be the person I put my faith as the EAW Specialist champion. You’re like a once every half a decade kind of wrestler, above average at best when it comes to the ring. The people who mentioned throughout this week… well, minus Erica Ford would be a once in a decade kind of talents. I’m still above that.

I’m above the woman considered The Greatest Joshi Of All Time because she’s a normal little roadblock on my road to greatness now. Just like how you are this week’s roadblock for me. I’m crashing right through you without a care in the world. It’s just that you aren’t a big enough threat for me to care about, there’s everything to lose for you and everything to gain for me. After all your trash talk about how I’m a second rate average wrestler, how will it feel when you get put down by that same wrestler? That I truly am THE ACE OF EMPIRE!
 
Right now I’m going to come back to you April, I just need to talk to someone else… and a little special message to the ever-so-popular leader of Empire. Hi Tarah, see how badly your chosen champion is failing? If are then good because your attempt in giving me some sort of punishment match has failed! Miserably failed, good luck next time Ms. GM but if you really want to call me out for my loss at Dia Del Diablo then you could have given a better opponent! Watch your little plan crumble! You have a nice day now.
 
 
Back to you, April! We’re just a little more than 24 hours away from your eventual loss to The Ace of Empire. I see you talking about your body in terrible condition from your previous matches and I’m fine with that, saying that stuff won’t make me any less aggressive on my way to defeating you. You’re a professional wrestler! You work through with that shit, if some sort of minor pain is bothering you then leave the damn business because you won’t be able to handle the EAW Schedule! There’s no offseason for you, you fight through the pain or you leave! Regardless of what you do, people will not give a crap about your pain because they’ll see it as weakness.
 
“Weakness is a sin” They drill that motto into you over and over again in the small dojos around Japan. You show signs of weakness then expect your opponent to completely and utterly rip through you and I’m just going to do that.
 
And it’s not just you that I have to worry about. See April during our match, we’ve got a special guest on commentary. Can’t forget about good ole Half-breed over there, it’s going to be fun with her over. It’s amazing because I can’t seem to get her out of my way, always being a thorn in my side. What a nice way to absolutely showcase to her how much better am I.
 
So at the end of all of this, the one that’s going to be the talk of the week will be yours truly. “The Ace prevails against the so-called professional” or “The Swan Song comes to crashing halt thanks to a Hizageri” which do you prefer as the headlines for the Friday Morning EAW News? Regardless of which, the results will still read as “The Ace Of Empire” Azumi Goto beats The Specialist Champ, April Song.
 
And if you don’t like what I’ve said as I always say you all can simply…
 

Assen~Na Yo!

[size=15]Showdown Promo #3[/size]




[size=15](The scene opens outside the Barcelona museum of contemporary art on a warm and sunny afternoon. The scene transitions to the building’s interior where the camera passes by exhibits by both Martha Rosler, and Akram Zaatari, before settling on a man who considers himself a walking, taking master piece made of flesh. He is EAW’s Self Proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels.  Michaels removes his gold rimmed Gucci aviator sunglasses as he adresses the camera.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “You know something, as I stand here in these hallowed halls, and stand amongst the these great works, I realized something.  It takes true refinement to appreciate art at its finest. It takes those who gaze upon what is before them, and recognize all the time and effort and dedication that has been put into what they are seeing. It takes a special kind of person who can see the true perfection in everything the artist puts forth. I am a master worker.  Every lock, throw, and suplex painstakingly done in better than textbook form. I am the genuine article when it comes to being the absolute best in the squared circle today, and That’s the level of quality I bring every Saturday night to the Showdown brand. Now while most can lay eyes on my in ring Perfection and admire every move with unequaled reverence, there are shit tons of lower I.Q.s both in the crowd as well as the locker room, who can't help but be filled with envy at just the sight of me. Why you might be asking? Because it's only natural for those who can't handle the fact that they will never be able to come anywhere close to my level of skill to want to tear me down.  Simply put they hate me because they ain't me, and they never will be. [/size]

[size=15]That's why every rat bastard in the back, from Lucas Johnson to Johnny Nova, has said and done everything they could to tarnish my name, to stain my reputation, and to deny me my rightful legacy.   They have done everything they can to knock me down, but yet here I am with a huge opportunity to totally change the landscape of this company. In just a few days I am about to single handedly beat the EAW tag team champions. Oh yeah that's right, this Saturday night I'm about to show those two low life, penny ante pricks, the High Rollerz. [/size]


[size=15]Now I know a few of you are saying ‘but Mark, you won't be going it alone. You'll have Kaise Boetius standing in your corner’.  Yeah I bet he’ll be as much of a help to me as Lannister was to Cage. I mean this say I can go to hell, I say I’m already there if I have to carry your whining ass around like I did a few weeks ago.  Kaise do us both a favor, stop throwing yourself this little pity party, pull your head out of your ass, and start focusing on the goddamn match this Saturday!  This time out Don’t expect me to come running to bail your ass out of a jam. Carry your weight in this one, or don't even bother to show up. I really couldn't give a duck either way. Because It's a win-win situation whether or not you bother to show up and stand on that apron.  If you bring your ass down to the arena, and not trip over your own feet like so many of my tag partners have in the past, then that's fine. And if you decide to curl up in a ball and cry in some corner like four year old girl, well that's fine too because when I pin both those low life fucks, all the credit will go where it rightfully belongs, to me. But the one thing I will not stand for on Showdown, is for you to bitch and moan all night, and screw up my shot at Championship gold like you did at Dia Del Diablo. So stop sobbing, stop moaning that you couldn't get it done, put on your big boy pants, or at the very least quit wasting my time with all that house fire blues bullshit okay?[/size]


[size=15]So now that I got that piece of business out of the way, let me share with you my loyal followers, my comments on those nickel hustling, low rent, cheapskate, four flushing, herps the hooker screwing, Pain in the ass they call the High rollerz.  [/size]

[size=15]First we have Jack Ripley, the guy who must have caught a few to many shots to the head from Haruna last week. He says he doesn't remember me in the glass Gauntlet, fair enough nobody remembers him or his bromance having bestie in that match Anyways.  Let me remind you who I am Jack. I'm the guy who walked away from that Glass Gauntlet without a scratch on him. Yeah while everyone and their mother were laying in piles of glass and blood, I was able to walk away, and spend the rest of the evening celebrating my first FPV back at my hotel with two of the best looking women on the face of the earth. I'm the guy who has been thru two hell’s Warpath matches, the ring of fire battle royal, more ladder matches than I care to count, and not even a whole seven days ago that flaming tables match, and I'm standing right here ready to smack you so hard upside the head that you'll never forget who the fuck I am. [/size]

[size=15]You say the best I've ever done is challenge for a title, well the last time I got an honest to goodness, one on one match for a championship, I had my hand raised. That's right I won Jack. The only reason I didn't get the belt that night was because of Michaels envy suffering shits like you, and the General Managers who have a hard on for ya. You question my talent in the ring, mother fucker just ask any of the hall of famers who I've Ben matched up with, and they'll tell you that there is nothing mid tier about Mark Michaels. From the moment I step thru that curtain there is not a man alive who can ever claim to be better. Especially not you Jack. You say you're the top shelf of EAW, your more like a crappy cup of coffee you get from one of those run down, dingy diners that say say they have the world’s best. I mean let me ask you something pal, if you are as good as you say you are, than why do you need to hide behind your alternative lifestyle partner in the ring?  At least I'm in the mix for singles titles, What has Jack Ripley ever accomplished by himself?  Jack shit is what. So don't think for a second that I’m gonna let you accuse me of biting your style. You wouldn't know a goddamn thing about being a student of this sport, or standing on your own two feet against the entire world. You would have a fucking clue as to what to do when you're in trouble and there isn't some sorry dickhead waiting to tag in.  I have made myself a household name, and what's more I did it all in that ring, all by myself. [/size]

[size=15]That's the talent I have, that's why I don't need Boetius, and that's why I'm gonna kick the ever loving shit out of both you, and your dude crush. You call me a laughing stock?  Well we all see whose laughing once I'm done whipping the piss out of both you!  Afterward you can tell me what's worst, being called a laughing stock, or you and David getting both your asses handed to you by him?[/size]


[size=15]And you Davey boy, you're the one who's been stealing my combs and toothbrushes like some kind of weird, obsessive, fanboy.  And I’m glad it's you, For a second I thought it might be Lucas getting all building shrines in the closet mode on me. But David, you didn't have to go thru all that just to find out if someone hacked into my Instagram account, speaking of which how do you determine that with DNA?  Anyways the point is, yes I said that I'm the hottest thing to ever hit this business. Just like I said you're a dimwitted fuck who probably stole all his jokes from the Big Bang theory or some shit.  [/size]

[size=15]you're old man couldn't have been the brightest bulb in the socket if he could come up with another name besides David. And from the looks of it, the apple didn't fall far from the tree in the intelligence department, because you look to run your mouth on the single greatest professional athlete ever to step thru the ropes. You remember me going thru a glass table and getting pinned in a tag title match?  Funny last time I was in a match with you for the tag team Championships, it was Y2Impact pinning DeDeDe, and me never even being anywhere near a table. I think you might want to cut down on whatever you smoking, snorting, or shooting because it must have killed off what few brain cells you had to begin with.  We were never friends, and my favorite animal is the dolphin. Those things are just so graceful in the water.  [/size]

[size=15]Now much like butt buddy, you claim I haven't done anything worthwhile in my EAW tenure. That's of course besides thrill audiences every week, help establish new and exciting match types, and defeat Hall Of Famers quicker than I can snap my fingers. So besides that, I guess you might say nothing.  The only thing I have yet to do in this company, is wrap gold around my waist. And really the only reason that hasn't happened yet is because the management hasn't allowed me a one on one shot for a title in over a year and a half. They keep throwing me into these six, seven, ten man car wrecks in the ring that they call number one contender’s matches, with guys who you can see turning green with envy the moment they're in my presence. And just for kicks they pull crap like making me team with a guy who sent me crashing thru a flaming table. Their has been this edict to keep me from challenging a champion in a straight match with the title on the line. If it isn't a damn conspiracy, it sure is close. [/size]

[size=15]You say you don't know what's been happening with me in the last two years, well here's a refresher. Had epic matches with DeDeDe, Crash, Lucian Black, and a host of others, beat Prince Of Phenomenal, and Scott Oasis,  Had Lucas Johnson shaking in his boots till he found a scapegoat to pin, and kicking the shit out of chumps like you who wouldn't know an arm bar from a barbell. You keep throwing out how I'm no better than a rookie, well what the fuck will that make you win I pin you one, two, three in the middle of the ring?  When that bell rings, and you look up to see me standing over you with my hand raised, that my friend will be no delusion. [/size]

[size=15]So Saturday night, whether Kaise wants to get his head in the game, Whether the High Rollerz keep shitting out their mouths, and whether anybody likes it or not, you will see the amazing talent that has made me the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who will show these two jokers just who's the king of Saturday night. You boys have a front row seat to watch the brightest burning star this company will ever have, shine like only he can. You will see just why I exude confidence, when I leave all you laying in faze courtesy of a Screen Cracker. This Saturday night I am single handedly cleaning out the High Rollerz from r everything they got, so everyone better start falling in line, and Picturing THAT!”[/size]



[size=15](Michaels returns his sunglasses to his face before he steps out of the shot.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #5[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside the grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton Dallas hotel.  The room is filled with members of local, National, and foreign press, all of whom are looking to score a quote at this private press conference for EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. Cameras flash as Michaels takes his place at the podium.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I’d like to thank al of you for coming out on this fine afternoon. Before any questions I'd like to make a statement.”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels pulls out a pair of reading glasses out of the pocket of his Hugo Boss Dress shirt, adjusts the microphone, and clears his throat.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Fuck those four pissant, piss ons who think that they are gonna rob me of my chance at the National Elite Championship!  Fuck them, because they hold no respect for the man who is making their small and insignificant careers relevant, even if it's only till this Saturday night. Fuck them, because not a single one of them deserves that title shot more than I do!  Not Lucas, or Nova, or Boetius, or Prince, not a goddamn one of them can compare to me in any way, shape, or form both inside and outside the ring.  This Saturday night at the Dia Del Diablo Pay Per View, it will be a joy, to roast them all in a flaming tables match, like a hog on a spit. They talk about Texas style barbecue being good, well just wait till you see Michaels style, it's absolutely Perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Now with that Aside I want to make clear, that this Saturday night you will see me more motivated than ever. You will see me more determined, and more ruthless than I have ever been. I am done being pushed aside for lesser talents and flavors of the month. I am sick to my stomach with having to compete in preliminary that hold little to no value. I am a superstar. I'm the biggest thing this company has going for it, hell I’m bigger than EAW itself, and all of these curtain jerkers better start catching the drift that I'm the future of this industry. I'm the man whose gonna come to mind when you think Professional Wrestling, and there isn't a goddamn thing that anybody can do about it.  This Saturday, is the first step in cementing all that. This win will be the foundation on which the Mark Michaels era of EAW is built. Because from here, I'm going to Territorial Invasion, where I will win the National Elite championship, and save it from the mediocrity of the men who have possessed it over the past several months. I am that title’s savior, and it's rightful holder. Oh that's right, remember, I did not lose the last time I challenged for that championship. I was never granted a rematch, hell, I was never even given a straight number one contender’s match. No, for the better part of two goddamn years, I've been faced with having to be thrown into these human demolition derbies. The ones that shave years from your career, if you're lucky enough to be able to wrestle after. [/size]

[size=15]Hell’s Warpath, the Ring of Fire, now this flaming tables match. It seems like management is trying to see how they can push me before I break. Well I got news for them, I'm the ironman of EAW, and you can send out chumps like the ones I'm facing Saturday by the boatloads, and I'll still be here the next week kicking ass like it's nobody's business. There's no breaking Mark Michaels. Trust me, plenty have tried, and each and time I was still standing ready to go one more round. I'm the man who is undeterred by each and every attempt by all these Michaels envy suffering haters who try to bring me down to their level. I raise above them every single day just by being everything I have always claimed I am. And it drives all of them crazy because they know that they’ll never best me, because there is absolutely no such thing as being better than Perfect. [/size]

[size=15]Saturday night, at our first Pay Per View of the year, I will set the tone not just for the night, but for every major event to follow, here in season eleven of EAW.  [/size]


[size=15]Now  I'll take a few questions.”[/size]


[size=15](The reports all become frenzied, in trying to get Michaels attention.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Umm, let's start with you in the tacky tie.”[/size]


[size=15]Reporter #1:  “Mister Michaels, the Vegas betting odds are placing you as the favorite to win,  ow the odds are still shifting but you are still considered the man with the best odds. Given your track record with multiman matches, typically with some stipulation added, and how you've come up short on practically all of them, what is your best guess why the odds makers are taking you over your competitors?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Well I believe it boils down to a few factors. First I have the experience, I have the stamina to last, and I have more talent In my little pinky that all four of my opponents combined. I possess a perfect combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen that makes me able to adapt to anything that's thrown my way. But more than that, I think it's because I want it more than anybody else. The bookies have seen that with my win over POP and Nova, my place in the ring of fire, and my most recent victory over Kaise Boetius.  They see my determination, they see I have the momentum. You know Nova is spreading himself thin with NEO, Boetius doesn't have the refinement needed, POP is over the hill, and Lucas is on a major losing streak. When you look at it objectively, I'm the absolute best candidate to go on to face the National Elite Champ, whoever it might be after Saturday.[/size]



[size=15]Umm let's try you, older, balder, whiter Lucas Johnson.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #2: “Recently you and Johnny Nova have been trading shots in a war of words, have you had a chance to hear his latest comments?  And if so do you have any response?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels:  “I have and I do. It's sad when jealous Johnny rears his ugly head. I mean he first he sucker punches me in the ring of fire battle royal, then because even though he took out the best competitor in that match, and still couldn't get the job done, he feels he need to belittle my talent and skill.  He's convinced himself that every word I've said over the last week, is nothing but empty threats. This Saturday he’ll find out that every single word was a goddamn promise that I followed thru on.  He knows that I have it out for him, so he's trying to drag my name thru the mud.  Like when he said that I'm not the MVP of this company, What would he know about whats valuable in that ring. This little bastard lucks out and wins one match in the span of six weeks, and all of a sudden he gets a big head.  Meanwhile I've added another hall of famer to the list of men I've bested, the same one who beat the hell out of Johnny last week.  I've proven that I wasn't a weak link when I teamed with Kaise Boetius, when I beat Kaise’s ass up and down The Rocky Mountains.  And at Dia Del Diablo I'm going to finally get a shot at the National Elite Championship.  So Now that I'm about to  wash the muck of men like Nova off me, and take start to take on opponents more worthy of my time, Johnny has to puff out his chest and make a ton of ridiculous and redundant claims.  Let me make one thing clear, every word Johnny uses to try and put me down, I'm gonna make him swallow.  When I get done with him, it'll be a miracle if the miracle child can even walk. Trust me, he does not want to see how aggressive and violent I can get. Glass Gauntlet, Hell’s Warpath, and every other train wreck contained within a squared circle, all of it will seem like nothing compared to what I'm gonna do this Saturday. I'm gonna beat Johnny like there's no tomorrow. His neon colored ass is gonna turn a darker shade of black and blue, and crimson from all I'm gonna dish out. [/size]

[size=15]Johnny is gonna run back to whatever dumpster he crawled out of, because after this Saturday, he'll never want to run he risk of crossing Mark Michaels again. [/size]


[size=15]On to you with the cheep shoes.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #3: “Over the past month you've also had your share of encounters with Prince Of Phenomenal. What has it been like to be in the ring against an EAW legend?”[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Wholly and totally disappointing. That kinda sums up POPs big return thus far. When I first heard we would be in the same brand, I relished the opportunity to prove myself against one of the biggest legends in the company, but after doing so, I see past all the hype and mythos, and see him for the whining little bitch he is.  He's comparing himself to fine wine, I say he's more like a bucket of piss.  He says his best is still to come?  I'd like to know what the fuck he's been smoking.  If he's been holding back, than I'm a goddamn frog. Trust me POP, you're fooling nobody. We all see thru the mopey little messages, and the cry for attention talk about being ready to snap at any moment. We see you as a man who realizes that he can no longer hang with even the curtain jerkers. You can keep up with how this sport has evolved and changed, and how it no longer views you as a top shelf talent.  Face it, you're no longer the can't miss prospect, you're a stuck in the past jackass, who can't face up to the fact that he's not even half the man he used to be. [/size]

[size=15]I know it's hard, but the time has come for you to accept the fact that your time has passed POP. But you need to look in the mirror and tell yourself that it is now Mark Michaels’ time to lead the charge. It is now Mark Michaels who'll be carrying the torch for the next generation, and leading the this company, and this industry to a new age of prosperity and glory the likes of which shall never be seen again. But look on the bright side. It's off of your legend, that my own will built on top of, it's from your defeat that I'll be launched into a whole new stratosphere in this great sport. [/size]


[size=15]You with the glasses that are way too small for your face.”[/size]




[size=15]Reporter #4: “A new comer here in EAW is Kaise Boetius. It's obvious he has some talent, because this is the third number one contender’s match he’ll be competing in. What are your thoughts about Kaise, and the challenges he presents.”[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Let me correct you on something.  Kaise is no challenge to me.  He is just a guy who managed to ride my coattails in a tag match, and managed not to trip over his own feet while doing so.  Besides that, he hasn't done much to impress me. Just last week he threw everything he had at me, and I beat him one, two, three in the middle of the ring. How's that for proof of elevating myself above dickheads like you Kaise.  You talk about clearing thru bullshit, that is exactly what I'll be doing in that flaming tables match. I'll be flushing you and everyone else whose dumb enough to test me in that ring, right down the commode where you belong. [/size]

[size=15]I command respect not just because of how long I've been working, that's POP you're thinking of.  No, I command respect because every single time I step thru that curtain, there is not a man alive who brings everything I do to the table. I command respect because I am the single greatest professional athlete to ever have ever stepped between the ropes. Kaise, you keep waiting for me to stumble, to miss the big catch that wins the game so to speak. It ain't happening, not anytime soon, and not against you or any of the four stooges who'll be in the ring this Saturday night. I demand respect in that ring, and if you don't respect me now, maybe after you've been served up to all my Friends, Followers, and Subscribers blackened over broken wood. Kaise, you don't really appreciate, or understand the position you're in. You are about to jump into the water with a great white shark that smells blood!  This Saturday I'm gonna chew you up, and spit you out. I'm gonna kick your ass so hard, You'll be headed right back to suing people for nickels because you tripped over your own shoe lace. I'm about as desperate as you can get, and I will not hesitate to end your venture into professional wrestling before it's even begun. [/size]


[size=15]And last one, you with the nice rack.”[/size]



[size=15]Reporter #5: “You’ll be reigniting your feud with former New Breed Champion, Lucas Johnson. There has certainly been no love lost between the two of you, what can we expect this Saturday between the two of you?”[/size]




[size=15]Michaels: “Well for starters, Lucas has been a giant pain in the ass to deal with. For the past six months I've been having to deal with that loudmouth bastard, and I'm sure he's just about as fed up with me. So when you put both of us in a match where the objective is to send your opponent crashing into fire, well then you better believe that one of us isn't walking out. [/size]

[size=15]He asked what's different about this time we meet. Well for one he can't win without beating me, and he can't hide in the back till the end of the match. The big difference is that it's me and him from the get go, no running, no hiding, no bullshit. This time Lucas, you're not gonna find an angle to get around me. You're not gonna pull some little trick like you did when you threw Anthony Leonhart into our match just so that you could have someone you could pin.  You're not gonna have the advantage of coming out fresh after I've battled thru every other opponent.  This time you have to do the one thing you could never do, beat me yourself.   [/size]

[size=15]The proof is in the pudding Luke?  Well when I force you to choke on the fact that I've always been better than your overrated ass, we’ll see how much you like it then.  [/size]

[size=15]Let me ask something Lucas, how does it feel to know that the days of you living in this lie that you're better than me are coming to an end?  How does it feel to know that nobody is buying anything you're saying. Hell I’m sure you can't even fool yourself into believing any of the dribble that comes out of your fat fucking head.  The world sees thru you, just like I always have. I've always called you out about being an overrated chump who bought waaaay too much into his own hype.  I've felt that ‘pain’ you bring Lucas, and now it's your turn to feel it. To watch as everyone starts to shower me with praise, while you get stuck in the opening match for the next month. Now is the time when you get to have everything you've ever done in that ring questioned, and every achievement made a zero sum. Now you get to spend time grinding away every day wondering when the management will come to their senses and get you back into the title hunt. Lucas, this is my time to shine, and I promise you that there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it. [/size]


[size=15]In fact there is not a thing any of you overhyped, underdeveloped dicks can do. Because I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero who'll be entering the American Airlines Center to uproarious applause, and exit the number one contender to the National Elite title. You are all about to see just what makes me the brightest burning star this company will ever see, you are all about to see firsthand that in that ring not a one of you could ever hope to compare.  You are looking at the man who'll walk thru hell and back at Dia Del Diablo to get the win. That's how far I'm willing to go, if it takes my last breath I'll be the one to have my hand raised then so be it. This Saturday I'll be tested by flames, and come out of it the finest gold. So all of you go on ahead and Picture THAT![/size]


[size=15]No more questions.”[/size]



[size=15](Michaels takes his leave from the stage as the reporters once again tried to shout over each other for one last question.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK[/size]

You know, I’m sitting here and pondering how long can you sit back and pretend like your shit doesn't stink. Listen I get it - you have no choice but to go full throttle into the future. The fear of not knowing is a bitch. It’s a creeping shadow that follows you into the unknown. You have to believe in yourself, or else nobody else will, huh? I know you a lot better than you think Sheridan Elsa Müller. Forgive me for sounding like a supervillain, but you and I are a lot alike. We’re both proud of our respective ethnicities; We share respect for the business and the German-based catch style which evolved into Japanese progress. I once said I was the evolved version of you based on the connection Japan shares with Germany. We’re both creatures of discipline and tradition. Eventually, our paths forked; while I struggled to find myself, you went on to blaze a path of glory that came out of nowhere.

But you’re no revolutionary.

There’s nothing you have done that the likes of Tarah, Aria, HBG, and Cam have done. My former Formation buddies can say they were a Women’s World Champion - an honor shared by nobody else except for Cam. They walked in your shoes, talked your talk, and proclaimed how they’re the face of the company. There’s nothing you have or can ever offer this brand that they haven’t. In fact, it may just be me, but Empire seems to have lost some steam since it started last season. We had a larger roster the prior season: twenty-something women eager to show the world that we were meant to be something more than a subdivision. Your problem Sher is that you’re on a one woman mission to change things. One woman can’t define Empire, nor be the face of women’s wrestling. I sit back and see every one of you spout the same spiel about being the queen of the castle, and how you’ll beat up everyone who comes your way. 

We have to be more than that.

Being the best is nice, but it’s not my only goal. I want to inspire, Sheridan. I was to motivate my co-workers and put on four/five-star matches on a weekly basis. What’s the point of being champ if everyone thinks your product is trash? I can’t just go through the motions; I want to represent the brand and elevate my opponents - you included. My victories are meaningless if they don’t lead to a stronger brand.  I have to fight Sheridan - it’s all I know.. Tomorrow night German Efficiency becomes Blasian Excellence. All I can do is keeping fighting till there’s a crack in the ceiling. 

I want to improve this brand, Sheridan. To do this, I must and will beat you. Like I always say - no hard feelings, just business.

[size=15]Dia Del Diablo Promo #3[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside the locker room of Mohler MMA in Dallas, Texas. It's here that we find EAW’s Self Proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, sitting on a bench, his work out gear soaked in sweat from the intensity of this workout, his gym bag beside him. Michaels rummages thru the bag, taking from a towel, and his IPhone.  Michaels shakes his head in bemusement as Johnny Nova’s last interview rolls.)[/size]



[size=15]Michaels: “Can you believe this mother fucker?  Well at least he decided to not dress like a long lost member of the Village People.  You think that anything I'm saying right now is empty?  You think that I can't back up every single word of it?  Let me tell you something Johnny, the last time someone annoyed me as much as you have, I took custody of his kid and shipped the fucker off to god knows where.  What does that have to do with this Saturday?  Simply really, In the end I walk away the winner. After all the bullshit that gets tossed my way, I'm the one who stands tall, and guys like you are the ones who fade into obscurity. It's what happened then and what will happen at Dia Del Diablo, and what's gonna happen when I get my National Elite Championship match.  [/size]


[size=15]My friend, you you want to talk about how my mouth is writing checks I can't cash?  Let's see I said I would beat you in the tag team match, and I did. Then I said I would beat Kaise Boetius, and I did. Right now I'm telling you that I’m gonna see to it that your ass gets slammed thru that flaming table!  [/size]


[size=15]Now while you seem to think that I'm only here in EAW just to talk shit about you four jackasses, and believe me I could because see the look on your face with every word I say is priceless. But make no mistake about it, I'm only here for the title shot, MY title shot.  The one that head in the sand haters such as yourself keep costing me because of your Michaels envy.  The one that should have been handed the moment I showed up here on Showdown, the one that is rightfully mine!  I am coming to Dia Del Diablo not just to dick around for twenty minutes like the rest of you overhyped, underdeveloped fucks, I'm coming to win this match and get back to where I belong in the hierarchy of this company. I'm coming to walk over each and every one of you, and in doing so, I'll finally crawl out of having to compete against Curtain jerkers like you Johnny. [/size]


[size=15]Let me ask you something Nova, if you you, and Lucas and all the other guys in this match are as tough, and talented as you say you are, why can't any of you take me on when you're liking me in the eye?  If you're such a man of the people and trying to do right by them, the. Why is it that you all have to wait till my back is turned to try and sucker punch me?!  Here's a better question, do any of you even have the balls to look me in the eyes this Saturday once that bell ring?!  Actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words, and while everyone talks big, I'm the only one out here following thru. I'm the guy who is ready to run the table if need be. I'm the guy who gets it done in the ring with his superior talent alone!  I'm the guy who outclasses all you douchebags with one arm tied behind his back. And right now I have a fire lit under me that the devil himself can't handle.  Winning this match, and getting the chance to take the National Elite championship, means far too much to me. It is my all consuming quest here on Showdown, and I am not going to stop until that fucking belt is wrapped around my waist like it should have been over a year ago!  I will not be denied, not by the goof who'll be keeping that belt warm for me, not by the stiffs in the board room, and sure as hell not by any of you four shits this Saturday. When I step thru the curtain in the American Airlines arena, I am blazing a path that is gonna burn thru each and every obstacle between me, and everything I desire. Now is my time, and there isn't a man, woman, or child that is gonna be able to say otherwise. Rest assured that by this time next week, I'll already be counting down the days till ten pounds of gold are clinched in the palms of my hands. [/size]


[size=15]So go on ahead POP, keep pulling your emo bullshit, hell I'd be depressed if I were You too. I'd be so devastated that I've totally floundered in my comeback thus far, to the point hat even when I pin the number one contender to the New Breed Championship,  nobody gives a damn. That's how hard you've fallen off. That's how little you matter here not just on Showdown, but EAW as a whole. So considering how no gives a rats ass about you anymore, why don't you do the smart thing and just retire again. Well the answer is probably because you're dumber than a bag of bricks. I mean that's the only logical explanation as to why you keep agreeing to get your ass kicked by yours truly. Either that or your such an attention whore that you've only agreed to take part in this match because you know that when I put you thru that table, your face will be all over social media. [/size]

[size=15] keep doing your little pouty face horsecrap, it didn't matter any of the other times we've been in the ring together, and it sure as hell won't matter now. It won't matter, because you are coming face to face with greatness personified. You're stepping into the ring with Perfection Incarnate. And when I put you thru that table I am going to snuff out the last dying embers of your legacy, and ignite the  inferno that will be my own. When I send you crashing into that fire, all your teenage angst, nostalgia act bullshit will go down in flames like the rest of your career did a decade ago. [/size]


[size=15]And Lucas Johnson, where's he been?  Usually by know he’d have screamed his fat fucking head off because he knows it's the only way anybody would ever even glance in his direction. He's probably too busy stuffing his mouth with twinkes to say anything about this match. Thank god. If I had to sit thru another one of his ‘Me Lucas, Me Bad Mother Fucker’ bits again, I'd probably set myself on fire before we even get to this Saturday. But still, considering how much he loves to talk about himself, Lucas is unusually quiet. I wonder if he realizes just how pissed I am at him, or if he’s just trying to figure out how he can convince his fan boys that he's still a bad ass, when the only time he can touch me in that ring is when I'm not looking. That's right once again we're a week away from an FPV, and once again Lucas knows he can't get it done against Mark Michaels when that bell rings. So again he has to blindside me, because he knows that everyone and their mother see right thru all the bullshit he talks, and he is desperate to keep up the facade. He is panicking because he remembers every last failure he had after he lost the young lion’s cup. He remembers how lucky he got when he won the New Breed championship, and how he was able to pull the wool over everybody's eyes except mine, when he was tearing thru the bottom of the barrel in that division. [/size]

[size=15]He's shaking in his shoes because little ol’ me, is gonna kick his fat ass all across the lone star state!  He's scared because he knows that Mark Michaels isn't just another one these flash in the pan players. He knows I'm the ironman of EAW, and that nothing and no one is gonna keep me from torching his ass, literally!  Lucas, this time you're the one whose gonna have to stand back and look as I'm the guy who celebrates with confetti pouring down upon him. You’re the one who is gonna have to sit thru all the talk about how you were beaten and bested the night before. You're the guy who's getting more grill marks than that bacon cheddar whopper you're probably holding right now!  This time things are going the way they always should have, with me having my hand raised, and you with you're head hanging low.[/size]

[size=15]And Kaise, when we faced off last week did you learn absolutely nothing?  Did you not see how I took everything you had to throw at me, how just when you thought you had everything wrapped up with a bow, I turned everything around and in an instant I was the one with the victory. Look at my history, every time someone thought they had me done for good, WHAM, faster than I can snap my fingers I pulled out a win. So don't be too surprised when you think you've got my number this week, only to find yourself headed back to the trainers room to get those burns looked at.  You say that this match doesn't mean that much to you, well it means everything to me, so I will fight tooth and nail to make damn well sure that I'm the last one standing.  That number of days, each and every one drives me  that much more to win. Every single moment that I am not a champion in this company, motivates me to train hard, push myself further, and do whatever it takes, to whoever I need to, to get exactly what I want!  You're right when you say Something spectacular is about to manifest, when I beat all four of your asses, and move on to much bigger and better things, it'll be a marvelous moment, because it will be the one that goes down in history as when the brightest star the company has ever seen, shined so bright he could no longer be denied his due. When I win this match Kaise, it'll be a moment that goes down in the history books, because it'll mark the beginning of Mark Michaels taking his place as the face of Elite Answers Wrestling. Hell, it will mark me becoming the face of this entire sport!  When I put my Perfection on display for the entire world to see, there will not be a single, solitary doubt as to who is the greatest professional athlete agile today. [/size]

[size=15]I'm not dining down to the bottom,  because come hell or high water, you and the rest of assholes Anonymous, are going up in smoke!  So I'll pass on the rain heck because at Dia Del Diablo it's buy one get three free on ass kickings!  You say I need to make that next big leap, I'll do it this Saturday night, and launch myself as the biggest thing to hit EAW since… well ever. [/size]



[size=15]And that all leads me back to you Nova. You talk about having a bullseye on your back, I'm a fucking heat seeking missile that's locked on your to your ass!  Johnny you think I don't know struggle?  No one handed me a goddamn thing when I left home and started training to become a wrestler. No one offered me a decent dollar for my services when I first started on the indies. But here I am today, a self made man who has earned even more than all he has. I'm the guy who busted his ass off to get where I am today. Every second in the gym, every frame of film study, every technique that I have got down better than the textbook. I'm the man whose picture next to the word Wrestler in the dictionary. I'm the man who has been striving and toiling, and battling every day since the age of six to become a champion here in EAW. So yeah it's gonna piss me right the fuck off when your dumbass sucker punches me from behind.   You showed your true colors in that ring of fire battle royal, you’re nothing but snake Nova. You're no better than Lucas or Boetius, despite the fact you put yourself on a pedestal and snub you're nose at the fact that I won't let my haters in the crowd have the last word. So come at me bro, I'll be waiting for you, but when you do just try and find enough of your balls to do it head on. [/size]

[size=15]So go on and keep pandering to the rednecks in the crowd who wouldn't know shit from apple butter about professional wrestling. Go on and suck up to them like a goddamn leach, because after they get bored of you, they'll move on to the next flavor of the month who tires to step up to me. Meanwhile I'll always have my millions upon millions of Friends, Followers, and Subscribers who'll worship the ground I walk on. This Saturday Nova, I'm gonna end you without any pomp or circumstance, it'll just be me sending you thru that table and letting you cook till your served well done. I'm gonna tear right thru you this weekend Johnny, because I have worked too long and too hard, for your overrated ass to fuck it all up. [/size]


[size=15]Get ready boys because you're all about to jump right out the frying pan, and into the fire, courtesy of the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero who'll be bringing the heat to Dia Del Diablo. The man whose combination of speed, strength, technique, and willingness to end a mother fucker permanently if need be, is gonna propel him past you four pieces of dog shit, to his first title here in EAW.  This Saturday, you'll all see first hand that there is no such thing as being better than Perfect!  At Dia Del Diablo, hell hath no fury like Mark Michaels, so why don't you get to Picturing THAT!”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels returns his phone to his bag, places it in his locker, stands and walks out of the frame.)[/size]




[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]