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[The camera fades into an unattended podium with Dia Del Diablo posters hanging from the wall behind it. Reporters sit in chairs in front of the stage waiting as an attendant slowly walks out from behind the curtain and begins to speak.]

Attendant: Thank you for joining us today; with Dia Del Diablo a few days away we’ve decided that it would be in EAW’s best interest to allow you people the time to speak with the man that will be competing in the main event for the EAW World Championship. He’s a few moments away, still throwing the last few pieces together. We as a company thank you for your patiences and this thing will be underway shortly.

[A few whispers and murmurs can be heard until “I Hope You Suffer” blasts through the speakers as Theron Nikolas makes his way through the curtain at the side of the stage sporting a black jacket, pants and a brand new “No Love” shirt underneath. He clears his throats as he approaches the podium.]

Theron: I guess we should get this started; who's first?

[Theron’s eyes shoot across the room as a young male reporter rises to his feet.]

Reporter #1: This is without question the biggest match of your career; you're essentially walking into this match at Dia Del Diablo against Tiberius Jones undefeated, seeing that you haven't been pinned or submitted. How are you feeling heading into the event.

[The hint of a smirk crosses the face of Theron before he answers.]

Theron: I'm not going to stand here and say that I have all of the pieces to this puzzle figured out. I said this to Tiberius last night; I have no idea on what I'm going to have to do to walk out of this match with that EAW World Championship, but I’m not going to stop until I do so. As for how I'm feeling; I’m feeling great - greater than I ever have throughout my time in this company. The benefit of being in a match against Tiberius is that I've had the chance to work up close and personal with the man. I've watched the man’s movements; I've watched how the man plans for battle. Obviously some of those things are going to change and I have no doubts that they already have, but I'm not walking into this battle blind.

[The first reporter takes a seat and another immediately shoots up to theirs.]

Reporter #2: This is your first singles match at a Free Per View event here in Elite Answers Wrestling. I don't remember the last time that someone in your position had the chance for their first to be for a World Championship.

Theron: Indeed.

Reporter #2: There has to be plenty of pressure resting on your shoulders.

Theron: Without a doubt. I have the world lying at my feet, but I need to be the person to reach out and take it. But, with that being said, every situation like this has an immense amount of pressure that comes with it. This is all about the EAW World Championship; this is what every person on this brand dreams about becoming. This chances come few and far between, so when it comes you need to make sure that you take full advantage of the situation while it presents itself. In the same regard, he may not admit it, but I have no doubts that Tiberius is feeling that same pressure. This is his first title defense, and it’s against a man that stood by his side for months. Could you imagine if I were the man to take this all away from him? He's the man that supposably taught me everything that I know - there's certainly no way that Theron Nikolas could be the man that tears away the one thing that he had been working towards for months before he even had the chance to get used to the feeling of being World Champion.

Reporter #3: Deciding to announce your cash in rather than doing it while the champion was at his most vulnerable was a bold decision; one that I don't believe too many would have made when in your position. I have two questions when it comes to this one; did the idea of taking out Tiberius while you had the chance ever cross your mind, and what's going to happen if you come up short?

Theron: Truthfully… No, I never once thought about the idea of stabbing that knife in the back of Tiberius. He brought up the idea of this decision being what burned the bridge between us, but it's not even close. Tiberius showed me a whole lot of respect when I first arrived on Showdown; he took me under his wing when nobody else was willing to turn an eye my way. I was just coming off falling short in my debut at Reasonable Doubt and he helped me get back to my feet. But, in the same regard, he didn't help me stand. Everything that I managed to do throughout the last five months came from my own hand. I meant it wholeheartedly when I said that I would still be in this same position whether I had been apart of the King’s Guard or not. I beat people who were looked upon as those who will carry this company into the future and those whose career had been celebrated as Hall of Fame worthy by my own hand; no one else's. But, what comes next if I were to fall short? Who knows? It's certainly something that I've thought about, but it's a bridge I'll cross if that day comes. It’s one of those things I've had to think about as the weeks have gone by; what if I didn't beat the names of the past? What if I couldn't walk into Pain for Pride, outlast the other thirty three names gunning for that contract and find myself forced to swallow that foul taste of defeat. I've managed to run through those challenges, and I have no plans to make Dia Del Diablo the time where I don't.

[The reporter takes his seat as Theron looks around the room as a female reporter rises to her feet.]

Reporter #4: What about the claims of Tiberius looking at the King’s Guard as nothing more than bodies used at his disposal. Your opponent on Saturday addressed those claims by comparing it to other units. If there were an injury to a player of a team, there's no possible way that they would finish their year with one player down--

Theron: Look, I've thought about it. I understand completely when it comes to where Tiberius is coming from. But, look at the names that he aligned with himself; other than myself, what strength did we really have? I was strapped with The Burned Man and was forced to carry the man constantly. The moment that he was forced to stand on his own two feet - what happened? He was slaughtered by Darkane in a matter of seconds, twice. He was brutalised by Cody Marshall; a man that had barely won a match after losing the New Breed Championship to Lucas Johnson. Lars Grier? What a superstar that guy has turned out to be? A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Tiberius and I could have tried our hardest to push it forward, but those anchors in the form of those two men were always going to weigh us down. So, why not trim the fat? If Tiberius was so concerned with his King’s Guard being everything that it could have been; why not break those weaker links and replace it with something different? Like I’ve said: in the eyes of Tiberius, our worth wasn't our competitive nature, but instead, it was his beating that we were intended to take while he soaked in the benefits that came with it. On paper, sure, replacing empty spaces isn't a bad thing, but when those people replacing those said pieces don't come near what they were - what does that tell you about it? It didn't come down to strength. We were replaceable. There was always going to be another name to take ours if we were unfortunate to fall, so why would I continue to walk down a road that always lead to a dead end? The answer is simple. It would have been stupid for me to do so. Tiberius knows it, and I'm positive that he would have done the exact same thing as I did; perhaps not in the same manner by giving the Champion time to prepare, but I have no doubts that he wouldn't have settled for the commands of a “King” whose mind was on himself alone rather than on the people that he so called ruled. But, for now, that's where the questions will end. Time is running thin and I have a championship match to prepare for. Thanks.

[Theron adjusts his tie before leaving the stage before the camera fades to black.]

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


[size=15]Caine: “How the feeble minded fool speaks now. How he tries with unmitigated desperation to reassure himself of his own safety. How he speaks to us as if he knows what we are, that he might convince himself that we are merely this flesh. He returns to his prison, one that he can never escape from, that he might rationalize all that we speak and do and cast it off as nothing more than delusional rambling. Tell us Anthony, what redemption have you acquired?  Has not all the opportunity you speak of lead you to nothing but defeat?  Have you not been conquered by even the lowest of worms that have stood before you?  For all the effort and labor you have devoted to your masters in a far away land, what good has it attended you?  You, who one week waves a flag for his countrymen, the has all but forgone his patriotism. You who is but a stain upon A brother hood you were never truly part of. [/size]


[size=15]You Anthony Leonhart, you speak of healing and redemption, but you have not achieved either. You speak of how we made our pact with this flesh, but disregard how we have stood by and nurtured it in its time of need. How we unveiled many truths and secrets to it. How we offered up that redemption and healing you speak of for all eternity, and have yet to leave its side.  Meanwhile you whore yourself to any who would pass by, claiming to hold a key to victory for you. You are the worst kind of heathen Leonhart, for you hold not the strength within yourself to  stand fast to all that you believe. Instead you are like the tall weeds, swayed by the gentlest breeze. Oh Anthony how we shall delight in your destruction. How we shall be glad that one so shameful, and disgusting as yourself shall be broken for all to see. [/size]


[size=15]You speak of the great beast Sanitorium. You speak of how they used me for their own end. Do you not see how we have used them for the same?  Do you or see all the works that have been brought about?  How this land called voltage is ripe for picking. How it is just begging to be conquered. Do you not see how the path has been cleared for us to ascend and take possession of all that lies within it. From the decimation of HDRO, to the rise of Kenny Drake, whom we have already slain, all has been done that we might go forth and march against all who would stand in our way.  Even the head of the great beast, Eclipse Diemos, even he is not an obstacle in our path to ultimate power. Open your eyes Leonhart, and see that the same who damaged Zack Crash, and sacrificed his influence upon the altar, is he same who shall tear every single soul to shreds should they stand in our way!!![/size]


[size=15]You speak of a fire burning within you, driving you forward towards destiny. You are gravely mistaken.  That fire, that destiny beats not within your heart, but it shall fall from the sky and wash over you, and all that you cherish like a tidal wave. It shall not be a torch for you to uphold, but a everlasting damnation that shall leave you as nothing more than ash.  The fire shall burn you alway indeed Anthony. [/size]


[size=15]For when it comes upon you, no spirit could save you.  Just as when we unleash our wrath upon you, no man, nor creature can pry you from our grasp.  None can prevent us from seeing you fall upon your knees and scream for us to grant you mercy!  It shall not come Leonhart. It shall not come for a rotten wretch such as yourself. For you are no brother to us. You are not even worthy of being called a man. You are but scum that must be eviscerated that this world may prosper. This earth has for far too long been ailed by the evils of heathens like you. And now we have come to cure the infection you have plagued this world with. We seek not to have you stand By our side, we only wish to witness you turn to dust.  [/size]


[size=15]For it is no surprise that we loath you and all who would follow in your path.  All we speak is not to surprise you, but to give warning of all that shall come about. We speak that you might savor these last few moments as the finest of wine.  That you may fill yourself on all you desire till you are placed before us.  We seek not to strike you from behind, but to await you, as a spider awaits a fly in its web.  That times is near, and soon we shall devour you before the eyes of the masses. The world shall witness your downfall at our hands. [/size]


[size=15]Go ahead and claim to know us. You know nothing.  You know nothing of Pain. You know not the agony that this flesh has suffered and survived. And You know not of us, and the eons we have spent waiting, the millennia of planing, the manipulation of the hearts and minds, and fears, and greed of those who walk upon this earth since man first stood tall. We have waited patiently for this time, now. And none can stop all that we have planed. None can extinguish the flames, the fire that shall consume you whole. [/size]


[size=15]You think it cannot be done?  Even the hardest of steel can be broken. Even the strongest of iron can melt.  As such it will be with you. As such we shall leave you shattered upon our altar, wholly and totally broken. And so shall you remain till the End Of Ages!   [/size]




[size=15]Oh yes Leonhart, know that soon, it shall be so.”[/size]

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



[size=15]Sunday, 7:50 P.M., Houston, Texas. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the Toyota Center. It's here in the loading dock of the arena, that we find a semi-trailer on which a dark stain reads ‘to strengthen the flesh. To strengthen the spirit. All made to pass by the strength of our will.’[/size]



[size=15]The camera pulls back, and in so doing reveals a lone figure standing before the message, staring at it.  The camera slowly encircles the man as he stands perfectly still. The camera comes face to face with a man whose very name could send shivers down the spine of even the most courageous of men.  The man’s bloodshot eyes stare straight thru the lens, the evil intentions that lay beyond them all but transparent. It is clear that this is the being known to the world as Solomon Caine.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “The next step in our path, the next sacrifice to be made. the next door that we shall open that shall lead us to the glorious reign rising up and taking root upon this earth.  This journey is long and arduous, and we face many trials and hardships. But we must continue along, we must cleanse this earth. All that we have planned. All that we have been bringing about for eons, it all lays still within arms reach. [/size]


[size=15]We only need to continue. We only need to push forward thru this dark valley, and upwards towards the highest mountains from which we shall see the great fire pour down upon all that lies beneath us. We are destined to bring about this cleansing flood, we are clearing its way with the END OF AGES![/size]


[size=15]When the filth that walk upon this earth has been wiped away, when their disease filled deeds have been cured, then our flesh shall finally find comfort to its pain. It shall finally be at peace.  When we see our journey’s end, when we see the seeds we have planted come to their fruition,  the long suffering of our flesh shall be over. [/size]



[size=15]Keelan Citinich. What is it that clouds your judgement of us?  What foul demon has blinded your eyes and deafened your ears?  Does nothing we say penetrate through the penetrate through The veil of lies that cover your head?  Is all we speak incomprehensible to you?  How sad that you have allowed yourself to become m this pitiful Man of scorn that we must bring to his demise. If only you would listen, you would have been spared. If only you would have turned from your wicked ways you would have seen glory Beyond that which is fathomable.  Now all that lays before you is your ultimate and untimely destruction.  How we will regret that what we must do. How it pains our flesh sh to know the fate that lays ahead of you. You had great potential, but do you have squandered it foolishly for nothing.  You speak of seeking a better future, One made by your own hand, but you do not realize that nothing greater could ever be attained without our permission. Without our aid.  [/size]


[size=15]We say woe on to you, For you know not the festering curse that you have brought upon your own head.  You know not of how the demon of your pride has twisted your mind and made you speak such evils.  You know not the punishment for what has Sprong forth from your rotten tongue. Tonight we shall show you firsthand, we shall make you an example to the world!  The eyes of the world shall be hold your flash being torn from your body, the The wretched self shall bear witness to the blood that pours out from you onto our altar. They shall wait at the cries for mercy latch I'll pour out from your mouth![/size]

[size=15]When we have brought down our wrath upon you, no longer shall you deny us. When we crush you within the palm of our hand, no longer shall you speak ill of all we do and say. When we unleash our furry against you Keelan Citinich, you shall be silenced in regard to all of our works!   [/size]

[size=15]Know now that as we are but moments away from waging our war, that no amount of confidence Or inspiration that you would draw from yourself, or any other, shall be enough to help you withstand the might we wield. No, the power we possess is one that shall bring you to your knees with tears in your eyes!  It is greater and grander than any who are of this world could imagine, and stronger than all of its armies brought together. So needless to say that it is greater than any one mortal man can stand against. You should have taken our offer, and join your beloved at our side. You should have shared with us as we spread out and conquer all the lands of this earth.[/size]

[size=15]Instead you chose to bury yourself in your own grave. You chose to see the killing of a killer. We shall bring about a mighty defeat to you Keelan, we shall make you but another sacrifice, we shall take all the promise and potential and the beast that lays deep inside you that you keep caged, for ourself. And leave you as a broken shell of a man, waiting for flood of fire to make End his sorrows by turning him to nothing more than dust![/size]


[size=15]Prepare yourself Keelan, for soon it shall all be made so!”[/size]



[size=15](Caine stares for a long silent moment as the shot fades out.)[/size]



[size=15]The End. [/size]

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


[size=15](The scene opens aboard United Airlines flight 314 to Salt Lake City. It's here in the first class section, where we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. Judging from the expression on his face, Michaels is most displeased at the lack of superior amenities on this particular airline, and is more than willing to express his grievances to his agent, Johnny J.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: … I mean we have to sit next to each other like we're in goddamn business class!  I should be stretching out in my own personal canopy, but instead I'm stuck rubbing elbows with nobodies… no offense John.”[/size]


[size=15](Johnny simply shakes his head, as Michaels takes slug of his gin.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “ I swear, I am sick and tired of half ass, second rate pieces of crap trying to pass itself off as the top of the line, A number one, gold standard of quality. I'm tired of every jackass who can put together three words in a sentence claiming their the absolute best. From this shitty airline, to the five rat bastards who can seem to get the the message that this is the season where Mark Michaels makes his mark on EAW once and for all, and come hell or high water, it will happen believe me. I am out to show the world exactly the difference between all the pretenders who think their the top of the mountain, and the genuine article who stands alone at the very peak!  I am here to give these people a real contender, a real champion, one who they could be proud of.  One who they wouldn't be ashamed of when the hand over their hard earned money for a t-shirt, or when they pin his poster to the wall. I am making it my mission to reclaim what should have been mine a year and a half ago, and elevate the National Elite title to the must watch, top of the heap division not just on Showdown, but Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole. I am coming to bring a new level of prestige to that belt, I am here to keep it from being lost in a gutter outside some crappy dive bar, and I am here to save it the possibility of ever falling into the hands of one of these overhyped, underdeveloped dickheads who are about to get torched in the ring, before they get burned outside of it, this Saturday Night. [/size]



[size=15]Johnny Nova, I have no idea what Carley Simon, or Johnny Cash have ever done to deserve you spitting on their respective careers by covering some of their biggest hits, with your horse, grating, nails on a chalkboard voice. I mean I don't know what you suck at more, karaoke, or wrestling?!  Tell you what pal this Saturday night the only Johnny Cash tune you’ll be singing is Hurt, meanwhile everyone in that arena will join me in saying nobody does it better!  See because when I say something, it's not bullshit that shot out of my mouth instead of my ass, as it always seems to be the case with you. Your too sweet to be sour?  Judging by your win/loss record, you're just sweet and sour chicken shit!  You keep throwing all this random crap to impress the morons in the crowd, the ones who are easily impressed by bright colors, and goofy outfits.  But you know who isn't impressed by any of your gimmicks, Me, and the four other guys who you'll be standing in the ring against!  [/size]

[size=15]Yeah, you got us talking about you Johnny, but the thing is it's not like we're holding you in high standard as a threat. No, we talk about you the way you talk about a fly that keeps buzzing right by your ear. You can't help but be annoyed with it till the moment you swat it, and leave it as nothing more than some gunk on a rolled up newspaper. I'm not trading verbal jabs with you, I'm not looking for you comeback at me with some lame insult. No, I want you to fucking recognize who is the the man around here!  I want you to take a good long look, and admit to the world that Mark Michaels is absolutely Perfect!  From his form on each and every one of his suplexes, to the cardio to go all night long, to the combination of speed, strength, and technical acumen he possesses. I want you and all the others to get in line, and start bowing down to man who is hands down, the single best wrestler on the EAW roster!  And if you won't do before Saturday Night, than by all means I'll just have to kick your neon painted ass until you do!  [/size]


[size=15]And let's not forget about your old buddy POP, even though just about everything about him is forgettable. Let me ask you something POP, why shouldn't I brag about winning last week?  Why shouldn't I tell everyone of my friends, followers, and subscribers across all of social Media, that I just added another hall of famer’s name to the list of those who have been beaten by Mark Michaels?  Don't be hating on me, just because I walked out with a victory, just as I said I would. Your whole ‘I'm still think I'm still worth a damn’ attitude has really been off putting, I've never see someone develop this big a case of Michaels envy so fast. Now I know you're feeling threatened because the prospects of your comeback meaning anything took a nose dive the moment I got drafted to Showdown, but that's still no reason to acting like a giant douchebag. I mean I have taken guys who are twice the man you are to their absolute limit. Guys like DeDeDe, and Impact, Men like Zack Crash. Hell Scott Oasis turned tail and ran because he didn't want any of Mark Michaels. So if I beat the hell out of those living legends, than it's only natural that I'll kick the ever living shit out of you POP. Because unlike you, I’m in my prime, I'm at the top of my game, and I just keep getting better and better with every match. I’m not out just get by on old glories, I am here to lead the new era of Showdown. I'm here to be the top dog in EAW for a long time to come. What's the best you could hope for?  Will you be around in ten years from today?  Hell will you even be here next week?  I've seen so many guys like you step up to take one last shot at being the man here in EAW, and I've sent a shit ton of them back to whatever hole they crawled out of. This Saturday night POP, don't be surprised if your the next one to do so, courtesy of your Social Media Champion. [/size]



[size=15]Nobi, I don't know if you have a hard time understanding English. It sure seems like it with every time you reply to whatever I have to say. When I talked about being on you being on the Pain For Pride Pre-show while I made it onto the actual FPV, I was speak as to how I was considered a bigger star with more talent. When I spoke about you being missing in the two weeks since then, I was speaking as to how you are so low on the talent totem poll, that you when from championship contention, to not being booked.  Guess it isn't hard to see who got Stuffed Crust their title shot, who was the one between you and Lioncross the management gave a shit about. And now here you are stepping into my ring, to earn s shot at my championship, all the while admitting that you don't deserve it. Tell me Nobi, why should I even care that you're in this match?  What makes you any better than POP, a guy whose just getting a shot because he's been on the brand for a while, and Murrow needed an extra guy in this match. Nobi right now you're not a contender, you're a number. You're just another guy I'm gonna chew up, and spit out over the top rope into the fire. You're exactly like Lucas, and Johnny Nova, because neither one of them earned their place in this match either. Meanwhile I have a win over a hall of famer added to my credits last week. So don't tell me some bullshit about how you're on my level. Hell you’re not even on the same game!  I am the Greatest professional athlete this company has to offer, I am this sports greatest hope to continue and thrive. I am the guy who seizing every opportunity by the throat, holding on with every last ounce of strength in my body. I am coming to the Maverik arena, and setting the house in fire with an incredible performance, the likes of will never be forgotten. I am coming to keep mediocre talents like yourself, as far away from championship gold as possible.  So come at me Nobi, and you'll see first hand exactly how Goddamn special I am, after I send your ass sailing over the top rope via a first class seat on the end of my boot!  This Saturday I'm getting my hand raised, no ifs, no ands, no buts. [/size]



[size=15]Kaise Boetius, i know you haven't been here long but just giving you the heads up, their aren't any friends, not in this business. Sure there are allies. There factions, there are co-workers, but Friends, not really. Now I'm telling you this because everything that happens between us, it's just business. It'll be nothing personal when I send you over the top rope, it won't be with any more malice than any of the others. And sure maybe of the opportunity presented itself, we could get rid of the dead weight who didn't earn this match like we did, the guys who got early Christmas presents from management. Sure, you got enough potential, that I wouldn't mind clearing the trash off the front lawn with you, but like I said it's still business at the end of the day. And my business is being the best in that ring every single time out. My business is tearing thru chumps like a hot knife thru warm butter. My business is winning this ring of fire battle royal, and than going on to Dia Del Diablo to win that National Elite Championship.  So once again, stay out of the way towards my title, and we won't have a problem, buddy. [/size]

[size=15]And Lucas, all your talk about being a ticking time bomb, it's a bigger dud than when you lost that young lion’s cup match against Aria. I what makes you think you should be mixing it up with banks and Lannister, you got your ass whipped by Heartbreak Gal last week. I think you bought way too hard into all that hype Sebastian Monroe filled your head with.  You get propped up as New Breed Champion because our former general manager is apparently a chubby chaser, and you suddenly think that just because you beat a few low end push overs that you're some sort of conqueror of the world?  My god man, you've been getting your ass kicked for the past month, and it still hasn't shaken you out of the delusions of grandeur that you've been suffering from. [/size]

[size=15]Listen pal, you can keep living in this fantasy world you made for yourself where, and keep your head shoved right up your ass, by thinking that anyone in this match besides yourself give a fuck about your little temper tantrums. You can keep fooling yourself into thinking that I haven't seen thru that bullshit act you've been playing for about a year now. You can keep screaming your fat head off about how you're gonna make me suffer, when the only thing that hard to bare about you is the goddamn odor that fucking wafts from you every time We have to lock up.  You can keep fooling yourself Lucas, hell you might be able to fool everyone else in this match. But I've stared you right in the eyes, I've taken your best shots, and I am still standing here, telling you plain as day, that you are not better than Perfect!  You never have been, you never will be. And once I roast your ass like a goddamn duck, once those flames dry up all that gross back sweat you always have, maybe once that fire hits you like One of my knees from a Screen Cracker, maybe you'll finally come out of your Lucaszilla fantasy. Or at least Have enough sense knocked into you to learn your proper place in the Showdown old chain. [/size]


[size=15]Those five jackasses better be prepared, because this Saturday night, it's gonna be me who walks away with the number one contendership. It's gonna be me who goes on to Dia Del Diablo. It's gonna be me who burns a path to the National Elite Championship. This Saturday night, those five are about to see the crowd go on fire for their Twitter Trendsetter, Instagram Icon, and Hashtag Hero who will torch all five of those assholes in the ring!  They will be clamoring for the brightest burning star this company will ever know, tossing out these chumps like trash bags. Saturday night, the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots, takes his place in the main event of Showdown, and lights the torch for the next generation of EAW!  So regardless of whose ready, and whose not, this Saturday Night when that bell rings everyone is going to be Picturing THAT!”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels knocks back whatever is left of his drink, His displeased scowl still pained on his face.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

 
 
 
 
 
No, no, no… Madison come on. Don’t try to call me like everyone else and then slip into one of the most unoriginal places the regular women of Empire seem obsessed with going. I hear everything you’re saying. Every single word of it. And you’re absolutely right. I’m completely jealous of your future. I’m jealous that Aria gets to be the one to drop your ass right back down the side of the mountain and that I only get to see it from my view when you go tumbling past to the bottom. That’s where my jealousy lies. Because I think in all your infinite wisdom and throughout this unbelievably cute comeback story, you really haven’t accomplished all that much yet. It would be the ultimate leap of faith to have you knock of Aria in her first month and become the Women’s Champion. And that would be an absolute hell of a story. But you aren’t ready for that yet. You can just tell it in your entire mindset. Your ego is writing checks your ass can’t cash. And that’s why it doesn’t really matter that you’re the No. 1 contender. Something had to break the monotony. I’ve been involved with the Women’s Championship since December. Welcome back to the party, Madison. There are so many things that would be quite amazing about you becoming the Women’s Champion, too. It would completely revitalize your career. It would no doubt cement you as one of the greatest women this company has ever seen, one of just three women to hold both of those titles. No one would be able to deny your greatness at that point. But it’s all a fairy tale that can only exist inside your beautiful mind.
 
The reality of your career here is much different. I came into EAW and was taught this division was about three women. Tarah Nova, Madison Kaline and Cameron Ella Ava. Accept that, right? Nope, none of the new crop of women were willing to fall in line like so many others had. I know a lot of history about this division and its participants. Does it make me obsessed with you? No, it just means I pay attention. That’s why I remember watching you get plugged into match after match, not always with a really poignant reason, and seeing you get beat over and over by a defending champion. It was a tough ride for you and there’s no doubt you were ready for a break when another young Vixen was chomping at your heels and ready to fight you. But that break you took, it sure felt like you were quitting. Even if to take a breath. And I along with this whole division breathed a sigh of relief when you came busting back through the door and appeared to have some of that old Madison flair at Empress of Elite. But by the time you made it to the finals, you almost seemed like you were out of breath. And standing across from me, you looked like a shell of yourself. It wasn’t the same woman who had to roll me up in the first-ever Empress of Elite match just to escape with a win. No, she was long gone and replaced by whatever you are now. And that’s where a big difference between me and you comes into play. I had to go through four former Vixen’s Champion to get the Empress crown, and I beat a fifth a week before the event. There’s two Hall of Famers in this mix. There was no doubt, even with crown in hand, that I was ready for that run at the title. With you, it feels slightly different. You beat primarily women that no one would pinpoint as a No. 1 contender. So excuse me when I don’t believe the whole idea of you being back. The old Madison hasn’t arrived to take back what’s rightfully hers. The same Madison we’ve all been watching try to hang on to the old days is simply grasping an opportunity that you assumed she would all along. If anything, I think it might have been an embarrassment if you didn’t win.
 
But I’m not jealous of that position you’re in, because I know I’ll be taking grasp of my own opportunity soon enough. It’s just not possible to fend me off for that long. See, when I lose I don’t recede into my shell like a scared, little turtle and hide and pout. I go back to work and find myself a way to get back to my goals and I seem to be pretty damn good at doing that. What you seem to be good at is talking about the few times you won important matches and pointing out that you’re proud of it. I mean, good for you, ok? Everything has to have something to hold on to. The point of everything is you’re still here. You found a way back to the title scene even if it seems just barely less easy than showing up to interrupt another title match like Stephanie Matsuda did. You just seemed to be hiding in the shadows lately. Now you’ve popped out yelling surprise, but there’s no party along with it. Just me standing there ready to punch you in the mouth and drop you right back into the darkness. Right back where you belong. You’re not the same as the last time we fought though. Hell, I’m not the same either. If anything, I’m even more determined than I was then.
 
I could look in your eyes and accept that you’re going to kick my ass all over Empire, but that would be accepting a bold ass lie. You can reach the top and fall off and you can tumble, or you can sit your ass right back up and keep on climbing/ I don’t have to accept shit you’re telling me. I don’t have to agree with any of it. I walk around with me head held high for a damn good reason. I’ve never taken time off, I’ve never stopped going out and putting on legendary matches. No one here is undefeated. No one here is unbeatable. But some people have refused to just accept their role and shut their mouths. That’s how this whole revolution started after all. That’s the whole reason a few women passed you by in the first place. Just for you, though, I will focus on my own goals and lay off talking about your worthless career. Firstly, my goal will always be to never settle for anything less than the best. I will not stop fighting until I can call myself the best in the world. That’s why even when I do have a belt, I’m still fighting so god damn hard to be even better than before. My goal this week is to piss off Madison Kaline as hard as I can so it becomes even more fun when I drop her smug ass in that ring without a second thought. Your shit is still so weak. I’m not scared of you. I’m not trying to emulate your career. I won’t need to. I’m not going to allow myself to ever fall as deep as you do. And even if I started to slip down that hole, there’s no way in hell I would wait as long as you did to climb my way back out. So I say this to you as advice from someone who has now passed her elder Vixen. Enjoy your title opportunity and relish it for everything it is when you get to fight Aria. You truly earned it by winning that pre-show match at Pain for Pride. But don’t let me catch you crying those big tears when you’re sitting on your ass, yet again, and everyone else is just strolling right past you again. And when you do face Aria, bring your shit if you hope to have a chance in hell of beating her. You just don’t have it yet.
 

Maybe you can say you’re holding back this week because your ego doesn’t think you need to try hard when you’re facing the lowly Cailin Dillon who lost her match at Pain for Pride and isn’t shit anymore. I don’t know, I’m just not willing to throw a party for you in the ring and watch you cheerfully celebrate a win as you prepare for Aria. Nah, I think I’ll stick to what I do best. Bring all of your anger and just let it out against me. It’s still not going to be enough. It’s not the first time you’ve claimed you’re going to shut me up once and for all and it will hardly be the last. But it will, once again, by me beating you. Your dreams of greatness can be put on hold for at least another week. I’m not settling for anything less thank kicking your big ass all around that ring.

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



[size=15](The scene opens at the Los Angeles International Airport. It's here that black BMW  5 series sedan pulls up to the terminal entrance. The driver exits the vehicle and opens the rear door. Out from it steps two gentlemen. The first is super agent Johnny J. The second is his client. He is EAW’s self Proclaimed Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels. The pair stand waiting for the driver to unload their luggage.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “I tell you what John, every day I am loving more and more this whole Showdown gig. I mean yesterday I got to spend Independence Day partying at home with some of my closest Friends, Followers, and subscribers. It was an amazing day, and the best part is that I didn't have to spend it in that hell hole they call Albuquerque, New Mexico. Yes this week just keeps getting better and better, because this Saturday night, I pick up a win in my Showdown debut against one of the best young prospects in this company, and a hall of famer who was one of the men that built this company. And After I beat the ever loving shit outta both of them, I'll cement myself as a true top dog on Saturday nights.  Just think of all he likes I'll receive across all of social Media when I have my hand raised high, and a foot over the chest of either that cocaine cowboy, or prick of phenomenal. I tell you Johnny, it'll be huge.”[/size]


[size=15]Johnny J: “Seems like everything as perfect with you as usual.”[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Not quite, but it will be when shut the mouth of that overhyped asshole POP.  He thinks I'm all bark and No bite? He should ask around and see that Mark Michaels hands out ass whippings like they're going out of style!  That's why I've been in Ladder matches, Glass Gauntlet matches, Hell’s Warpath!   And not only can I dish it out, I can take the best shots that the best in this company can throw. That's why I'm the only man to still be standing after all those train wrecks Held in the ring.  I’m the fucking iron man of EAW, that's who I am. Not some washed up wash out’s stepping stone back into semi- relevance!  He talks about trying to climb up the ladder, that mother fucker better start realizing that he can climb all the way to the top and still not measure up to me. I am the man whose combination of speed, strength, and technique have earned him an army of followers. He may be a prince, but he's about to step into the ring with a king. He may be Phenomenal, but even That can't compare, because everybody and their mother knows that there is no such thing as being better than Perfect!  [/size]

[size=15]He wants to talk about how much time he puts in the gym. I have spent a lifetime devoted to to this sport. I party hard, but I train even harder.  Countless hours in keeping myself in the absolute best possible ring shape achievable by man. Hours of cardio, strength training, cross fit, and it doesn't stop there. After I’m done in the gym I'm studying every piece of footage I can get my hands on. From studying my own matches to make sure that my form and technique are nothing less than absolute perfection, to studying my opponents to figure exactly how I wipe the mat with them, to going back and studying the all time greats of this industry to borrow a technique or skill move that might just come in handy one day.  And all that in addition to every week promoting this company to each and every single one of my followers on social media, Managing every other project that comes my way, and putting on matches of the highest caliber each and every week.  I am the hardest working man in EAW, and not there is not a son of bitch alive who can say otherwise. [/size]


[size=15]You want to know what kind of big league experience I have?  I am the man who has battled it out with men like Zack Crash, Y2Impact, And Mister DeDeDe. I'm the man who sent Scott Oasis running for the hills!  I've been kicking the shit out of guys who are twice the men you are, since I stepped thru the door two years ago!  And I've been putting an end to the comeback dreams of guys like you who need to wake up and start recognizing just who is the man around here. Just who is the guy who is the leader of a new generation here in EAW. The man who is the new face of the Showdown, EAW, and the sport of Professional Wrestling as a whole. So pull the stick, and your head out of your has been ass and show some gratitude to the man who is giving you an audience to watch your desperate for attention ass. [/size]



[size=15]Pop is about to see the difference between some bottom of the barrel Extremist like you, and a top of the line Elitist laugh as myself.  He's  about to see the Evolution of this industry. The next step, the changing of the guard. He is about to get a  firsthand look at greatness embodied, excellence personified, and Perfection Incarnate!  He is about to see what phenomenal truly is, when I beat his ass all over Albuquerque!  [/size]


[size=15]Oh and Johnny Nova, don't think I forgot about that neon colored  jackass.  You know, he can wear as many gimmicks as he wants, and snort as many lines as his nose can handle, but it won't  hangs the fact that I'm going to beat him all the way back to eight mile road and back. Johnny Nova is in for an A-List ass whipping, the likes of which he will. Ever forget. And once I'm done bitch slapping some sense back into his head, he'll go back to being such a low key curtain jerker, no one will give half a shit that he sucks worst than this shit hole desert that they gave statehood to. [/size]

[size=15]I'm gonna show Johnny Nova that no amount of bullshit he puts on, or any of the cockamamie crap like that sudden case of batman voice he developed, is gonna be able to save him from getting his ass humiliated, well as embarrassed as a man who’s lost every single shred of self respect, this Saturday night!  Macho Madness will turn to hashtag Sadness after this dickhead catches a pair of knees to the face courtesy of a Screen Cracker from your Social Media Champion.  Johnny, get your act together, and get together quick, because you are about the step into the ring and go toe to toe with the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero who is without a single, solitary, shadow of a doubt the greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots!  The man who is the biggest star this company has ever, and will ever see!  The man who stands head and shoulders above every other talent in that locker room!  And the man that is gonna put both of you douchebags down this Saturday night. So both of you better get to buttoning your lips, and Picturing THAT![/size]


[size=15]Now will someone find a way to get a hold of Kaise Boetius, and tell him that if he's not going to at least try to put up a fight, than to stay out of my way, keep out of my spotlight, and don't fuck up my arrival on Showdown.”[/size]


[size=15](Michaels, his agent, and the driver carrying the luggage, all enter the airport terminal as the scene…)[/size]




[size=15]FADES TO BLACK.[/size]

 
I finally get what you mean when you say you aren’t like most girls on this roster. You’re trying so hard to be extra edgy at every turn. Edge here, edge there, but it’s so easy to see through all of it. It really is just a huge act. And when you divert from being edgey, this week it’s not all about ammo and bullets as much as it is playing part-time detective and part-time psychologist. You see every one, Revy just has me all figured out. She demands answers for something that happened at Pain for Pride while I’m fixated on taking about the match we’re about to have. She says I’m not moving past my loss because it’s just not possible, or something? And then maybe I’m moving on to fast? I don’t know, it’s all kind of hard to figure out when you go from here to there and everywhere in between. Here’s what I can tell you I do know: I’m preparing myself for a match on Empire facing someone I’ve never been in the ring with before, I fully plan on defeating that person in every way possible and there’s no way in hell I’m letting my eyes slip away from going after Aria and that title. But apparently because I didn’t tear down a door and attack Aria last week I’ve lost some sort of edge or confidence or, god knows what when it comes to the shit Revy is saying. This division isn’t just full of fragile little butterflies who can’t take anything. And no one here is really worried about the opinions of a fan of a movie that likes to talk about their favorite lines. Nah, you’re not really all that unique just because you say different shit. You’re just out here trying to make a name for yourself like everyone else. Deny that, but then realize your own words. You’re the person that will point out how big a win would be for you this week, but then quickly back track to say something about how you wouldn’t care. You’re just here to be the agent of chaos… funny I called you Raven Lee before because that was her actual catchphrase. Wow. I wasn’t sure it would come to this because you’re the one playing detective, but I think I’ve cracked the code. You’re cosplaying as Raven Lee, right? You’re playing psychiatrist, but it seems like you’re the one whose intentions are just completely far from clear. You don’t really know anything about me, honestly. With every word that comes out of your mouth you prove you know less and less than I would have thought before. You want to know all the answers, but they won’t bring you or me any clarity. But I can just pinpoint the false sense of confidence you have. You can just tell you think you have me pinned down and you’re coming across as so cocky now. You think you got ol’ Cailin Dillon right where you want her. But that’s the thing. That, is the trap. So many girls just like you have come at me thinking they have all the answers and just crumbled right in front of me when they actually get in the ring. You’re not going to be any different. In the end it will be the same ending to the same old story, you’ll give your best shot here with your big mouth and your haymaker punch in the ring will miss and you’ll land flat on your ass. All these big aspirations you have one minute and deny another will blow up in your face. And you still won’t have all the answers you seek.
 
No one really likes to lose. You stole it from me yourself. Every loss is a learning experience. But hell, everything is a learning experience. Just like how it takes time to learn about a new opponent. That’s why everything about you is so transparent now. At first I was laughing about the way you were coming at me. Who is this girl really? I had heard before you were all bullets and guns and just trying so fucking hard to be the edgiest thing to hit this roster since EAW was formed. But then it all becomes apparent the more and more I hear from you that you are just trying way too hard to be different. Maybe people will like you if you’re somehow completely different than everyone else, right? But no, it’s not that different. You’re not the first person to say agent of chaos, like I said, and you’re hardly the first to say they like the misery of others. It’s not new for someone to walk into this division and point to crazy shit and say ‘hey, that’s what I wanted to happen all along.’ I mean, hell, you’re not even the first person in this division to mention their heavy drinking. That person was on a roll and lost to me and absolutely faded off the side of the planet. Not that I had anything to do with it, probably just perfect timing. But again, not new. Not flashy or shiny. Not even a little bit interesting. But I will give you this that you try hard. Except you seem to think you’re capable of something you’re not. You rub a loss at Pain for Pride in my face like I didn’t just fight for the top title in our division on the grandest stage this company has ever put together. I’m not mad, but I’m not finished either. I’m not sorry if you’re not entertained by any of this, because I’m not here to entertain you at all. And you’re definitely not entertaining me anymore. It was at first somewhat cute. I’m not mad or annoyed now, it just got a little drab and repetitive for my tastes. The second time you hit the Joker shit I just sighed. Here. We. Go… again. Because I see this kind of shit so often in this division. You have all the formula of someone that comes in here promising to eventually turn our worlds upside down and you’ve pinpointed me as someone you hope to take something from some day. You’ve barely been here but you have some serious beef with the Coven, it seems like. Maybe you’re not trying to be the Joker at all. Maybe you’re trying to be the hero you think this division needs. God it just feels so cheesy to reference that same movie over and over. But like so many before you, you’re heading toward failure. It doesn’t really have anything to do with how decent you are in the ring. When you methodically come week after week as the hard drinker who doesn’t care about her career but wants to see and create chaos, you can only go so far. Sure, people find you interesting now. But interesting will only get you so far. And eventually, everyone will realize you’re just a waste of time.
 
Honestly you can say what you want about me. I know who and what I am and so does everyone else. You’re out here trying to be a cerebral assassin and failing so hard that words can’t even explain it. My careers speaks for itself and my ability to translate what could be a defining loss into future success in very little time is not often replicated in this division, let alone this company. My determination to turnaround and improve knows no bounds. And the joy I get from smacking around an asshole like you doesn’t either. I’ll go ahead and answer your rhetorical question for you: can you beat me? Obviously every bitch has her day in this company. But you’re not going to catch me at my lowest. You’re not gonna catch me on an off-day. I’m not operating at half speed and pouting. There’s no woe is me feelings right now. The only thing I feel is excited to show you just how little you accomplished this week by trying to prove I’m emotionally fragile. You’ve done fucked up, Revy. You wasted your time this entire week and you didn’t get anywhere. But honestly, you’re still someone I wouldn’t mind getting drunk with and listening to you shout off your favorite lines from your favorite Batman movie. Because I seriously feel like you have to be drunk to find the true comedy behind everything Revy is. Cheers, sweetie. Let me be as lame as you for a moment just for my own humor. You want the answers? You want the truth!? You can’t handle the truth! Ok, nope, I’m done. That was just too much. I’m just going to stick to what I do best, and that’s making women feel like they just got hit by a tornado in that ring right before I add the exclamation point with the Eyes of Texas. And believe me, Revy, you’ll enjoy this match. You’ll love the pain I put you through and you will learn and grow from it. I just have no idea where you go after that, and like you about so many things, I really don’t care. But I can assure you this: you won’t get the answers you seek this week. I have zero obligations to tell you anything past what I’m about to do to you when we step in the ring. It’s not about privacy, it’s about having fun listening to you bitch and moan and put together these false conclusions.
 

I know the conclusion, hun. I know how this week ends, and that’s the only thing that matters to me right now. My revenge? It comes on my terms, not yours. Beating you isn’t related to any of that, it’s just a gap filler along the way really. But Becca… Pain for Pride X. Pain for Pride X. Pain for Pride X! Oops, no beetlejuice… no scary shit and… I will end you on Empire. And then I will set my sights on taking back the Women’s Championship and the division. And I will bring evil unlike anything this company has ever felt… uhh, where was I. I think I lost my thought there for a moment. Well, shit. I can’t remember what we were talking about, Becca, but I know this: we will have a blast in that ring together tomorrow night. And when the dust settles, you’ll be just like the Joker at the end of every classic Batman movie. And me? I won’t be like Batman at the end of all those 60s TV shows I can assure you that. I’m beating you down this week, girly. And if you want more answers than that you’ll have to tune in next week. Same Cailin show. Same Cailin channel.

[size=15]Voltage Promo #3 [/size]


[size=15]Tuesday, 1:42 A.M., Seattle, Washington. [/size]


[size=15](The scene opens outside the Seattle Pacific Hotel. The scene quickly transitions from a shot of the exterior, to one of the interior. A small, single bed room to be exact. The lighting though dim from several of them having burnt out long ago, reveal the deep, set in stains on the grey carpeting. The dingy paint on the walls cracked and peeling. The mattress bare from any kind of sheet, covered in big, brown spots, and with holes torn in several places. On it sits a man with his knees pulled into his chest and his head hanging low. Above him on the wall is a message that reads ‘here now, collect the Summer’s harvest’.  [/size]

[size=15]The figure raises his head slowly. An odd look of serenity paints his face but a moment. It is as if he is at home in what most would consider hell. His bloodshot eyes stare a hole thru the camera. Without a doubt this could only be the being known as Solomon Caine.)[/size]

[size=15]Caine: “With the season of renewal upon us, how take but one moment to look back upon how far we have come since the day we spoke to this flesh, to now the time of change. Where all is like shifting sand, and only those who are strong shall remain standing. And even beyond to what lays ahead of us. To future, where we have been made whole, and the glorious reign has spread over the entire earth. We take but this one moment to reflect upon all that we have done to bring ourselves to this moment. Even setback, every victory. Every moment of triumph, every waking second of defeat. We gaze upon it all, and see that it has brought us to we must be, that the eyes of the world would be cast upon us i the days to come. [/size]

[size=15]Long ago we set forth upon our Destiny, and no man can change what we have, and evermore shall foresee. [/size]


[size=15]How does one boast so greatly?!  What demon of vanity twists his thinking to not look upon his own history?!  How does one ramble on endlessly of those he conquered, yet disregards all that has contradicts what he speaks of?  How can McAdams being undefeated, when he was vanquished but a week ago?!  Was he not laid to waste by our brethren Amadeus?  Has he not fallen vanquished when he had not an ally to offer him charity and come to his aid?!  How he has spoken to no end of his achievements, but what has he done himself?!  Was not his inheritance handed to him, the same way he hardcore championship was?!  Did those prizes not come from the labors of others, and not of himself?!  All his boast are of his delusional self image.  He is a thief, stealing away the rewards from seeds he did not plant. [/size]

[size=15]He speaks of our failures, but denies his own. Just as he denies the battles we have claimed in triumph. Of Ahren Fournier, Kenny Drake and his pack of wolves,  and  to your Ally Mike Showman, to even you yourself Jon McAdams, and countless others whom we had brought to the End Of Ages and have not been heard from since.  We make not idle threats, you should know this first hand. You were the first to fall. [/size]

[size=15]You speak of how you have changed but still you deny our works.  You still chose to cling to all that makes you a rotten wretch, and deny all we do. You may Deny us, as much as you care to, as so many others have. But you too shall share in their fate and be left lifeless Upon the altar. [/size]

[size=15]Jon McAdams, you say you hear our words, but do you ever listen?  It would seem that you are in such a hurry to hear the sound of your own voice, that you disregard any word of warning we offer up to you. Why else would you speak without even the slightest shred of knowledge of us. For we are real Jon McAdams. As surely as we speak to you now, our power continues to collect and grow. Soon, sooner than you realize, we shall spread a plague upon you, a nightmare from which here shall be no waking up from.  When that day comes McAdmas, you, nor these filthy scum who walk the earth, shall have any refuge from the curse that we shall pour out upon your heads.  [/size]


[size=15]Blather on foolishly as you always seem to do. Speak of your grand designs. As we have already said, you only see to the end of your own nose. You boast to any who would listen of how you stole a trinket that Drastik possessed. You see not how the seeds we have planted have brought in a good harvest. You see not that Y2Impact, Zack Crash, Drastik, and even Tiberius stand not in our path any longer. You see not that your ally Showman has vanished. Abandoning you to whatever whims we have lying in store. How without even bothering to tell you, he ran as far as his feet could carry him, and hid himself away in the foolish hope that our plague would not overtake him. [/size]

[size=15]You do not see that with our brethren gone to conquer a new land, that we do not answer to any whom are here now, and now have free reign to do all we please without concern of conflict amongst the great beast. You do not see how with with HDRO removed from power and authority, that we gifted it to another, and in return he did as we foresaw he would and forewent his claim of gold. You see not how our works have made the land of voltage ripe for the taking, and how with the glory that comes from that which we all seek, he who possesses it shall take more than his share of power. How he who claims said title, claims rule and dominion over Voltage.   [/size]

[size=15]We tell you now that all the plotting and coercion you have manipulated, we have allowed. We desired greatly, all that is present now. You, as many others were only a means to an end.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine holds up a dollar bill clinched tightly on his fist.)[/size]

[size=15] Caine: “This is what gives you authority as a sovereign?!  This paper that men sell their souls for?!  Which cannot buy you another breath, or another moment of life. Which cannot save you from the fire, nor all that we intend to bring down upon your head McAdams!  This is your power.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine tears the bill in two lengthwise leaving it a a pair of long strips.)[/size]


[size=15]Caine: “And this is now an illustration of shall become of you by week’s end McAdams. Torn apart physically, and all the value you once possessed lost forever. You shall not be mended, you shall not be spared, you shall not be saved!  It matters not what I'll gotten victory you hold up high above your head. We told you long ago that you would be condemned for all eternity, tat you would spend the rest of your days in agony. Fate has brought you before us again, and shall fulfill our prophecy of you till the day of the glorious reign. We are your torment McAdams, for wherever you go, We are there laying in wait. As many as you claim victory over, it is us who bring about your downfall, and leave all your best plans torn asunder. [/size]

[size=15]Bring forth your best Jon McAdams, try with all your might to prove us wrong. See first hand how futile your efforts are, and how all we speak is true. Come forth, for with your breaking we shall take every piece of glory you have stolen for ourself. We shall show you that you shall never be a match for us, and the power we wield. We shall break the conqueror of eight, we shall bring the hardcore champion to rack and ruin, and we shall crush your crusade and leave it as nothing more than tinder for the flood of fire to wash away. [/size]

[size=15]And after we have made you a sacrifice onto ourself, we shall go forth and do so to the next who awaits us. And so on till that gold is placed within our hands. We shall hold its power, we shall use it as sign of our strength to the heathen masses. We Shall rule over all that we see, and remake this world in our own image!!!  NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU JON MCADAMS!  [/size]
[size=15]NONE CAN TEAR YOU AWAY FROM OUR CLUTCHES!!! YOUR LIFE IS OURS AND YOU SHALL FALL UPON YOUR KNEES AND BEG FOR A SWIFT ENDING TO YOUR MISERY AND SORROWS!!!  [/size]


[size=15]You are cast to a future filled with horrors, bound to it in chains stronger than iron. And we shall rejoice when it drags you down into your ultimate end. [/size]


[size=15]Heed well these words, for in due time they shall be so.”[/size]



[size=15](The camera holds for a long moment as Caine stares silently, burning a hole right thru the lens with his eyes before the image goes dark.)[/size]




[size=15]The End. [/size]

 
 
(April Song’s preparation for Pain for Pride had been going smoothly enough that the professional had decided to lay down for a mid-day nap inside the comfortable and luxurious Waldorf Astoria hotel. The hotel room had been paid for by her still to be named benefactor, a welcome measure to The Professional seeing as she didn’t have to pay any extra money. As she appears to be lost in blissful sleep, her body starts to twist and shift on the bed as she relives some of her most vivid military memories.)
 
 
Being a cadet sucked ass. It really did. One of the worst parts of it was survival training if I’m being honest, at least for me. For someone used to being pampered a little bit, it was a jarring experience, even after the first year or so of training at the Academy. ESET, they called it. Expeditionary, Survival, and Evasion training. One of the many rigorous exercises was spending 48 hours in the woods attempting to evade capture by some of the older cadets who were acting as an enemy force. No food. No water. Just a knife, a map, a compass and some information that the cadets would “torture” you for if caught. Having not slept in a day and being totally fucking exhausted just trying to keep from being caught by my annoying, higher-ranking cadet brethren was taking its toll. I could start a small fire and eat an unappetizing breakfast of berries and earthworms, but that was about the extent of what I could do. I had a few miles to go yet to get to my “base” and pass the exam that way, but I knew that with the movement and chatter getting closer, I probably wouldn’t make it. Before I could think of any other options, they arrived. The smoke gave away my position rather clearly, but I didn’t care. I was ready to leave that hellhole of a forest, take a hot bath and pack my bags to go home. The first few guys who tried to take me I could deal with easily enough. We could defend ourselves in hand to hand combat, but never with intent to injure…for obvious reasons. It was a training exercise after all. I was tired, especially after fending off a few bigger, stronger guys. The last guy caught me from behind and body slammed me on the grass right onto my ribcage. Fucking OUCH. Suddenly it was like one of those police officer dashcam videos or something you see on cops, a herd of them scrambling over me, putting my hands behind my back, yelling at me to not resist, all that bullshit.


So, I was captured. I probably won’t get high marks on that part of the exam I guess, fuck it. I’m blindfolded and carried to what I could only assume was some makeshift interrogation room. I was really struggling to stay awake at this point but I knew that there was another chance to pass. I did okay enough on the Expeditionary but flat out failed the evasion aspects. If I could survive and maybe even “escape”, then I would be made.


“Heeeloooooo.”


Great. Some dumbfuck wanted to sound like Mary Poppins while I had a throbbing headache. Well, I had been instructed to be polite to those who captured me and cooperate without giving away too much vital information.


“Hello.”


“So…. I was wondering what information you could give me about movements of your team and all.”


“I was wondering when I could take a bath and get something to eat…and if you could kiss my ass.”


Big mistake. As far as I know, the regulations said that if during an interrogation simulation the interrogator chooses to use open palm strikes to non-vital areas, it’s perfectly fine. I got clocked nastily upside the head for my smart mouth.


“Let’s try this again….”


“I am Cadet April Jay Song, ID Number….453….”


Another slap. What the hell for?! I was being nice this time. Mary Poppins was a little too gung-ho for my taste, but she didn’t question me anymore. I had the blindfold finally taken off, Thank God, and could eventually find a way out of that stupid maze during another simulation where they were doing a base raid. It was sloppy, but I got a barely passing grade for my performance. The instructors were pleased enough with my performance in terms of not giving up information and my hand to hand skills were praised highly…. but I was told that my survival skills in the wilderness had to improve. I had to learn to adapt more to my surroundings. Forests, mountains, swamps, cities, villages…they’re all vastly different places but one thing is for certain, weak people don’t tend to survive in any of them long…especially during war.


I went into the exercises perfectly calm and overly confident and was exposed. But I learned from my mistakes. As I got further along in the academy, I took a very impassioned approach to survival training, so much so that I almost wound up teaching various things at the academy before being called upon to be a pilot and part-time combat instructor. A mentor once called me one of the most pig-headed morons he had ever come across…but double tough when I had to be. I don’t really consider myself tough at all though…just adaptable. I do what I must do to survive. It’s a little weird but thinking about that journey from half-witted cadet who nearly failed to a combat veteran is something that can prepare me for something that’s relatively trivial in terms of pro wrestling but that’s where I am. Improvise, adapt, overcome.
 
(After April awakens from her nap, the rounds start to pick up. Media outlets are all swarming the NYC and East Rutherford areas and EAW personalities are in high demand. While feeling more of an urge to train and mentally prepare for her match, April allows herself a moment to take part in some of the hype and revelry. One of the media engagements she’s keeping is in a small sports-themed pub in the heart of New York City, filled to capacity with wrestling fans in the city to attend Pain for Pride or other related events in the area.)
 
 
Wave: Welcome to the Pro Wrestling Podcast of the Intelligent fan, the Wave Peltzer Show. I’m the host, Wave Peltzer and today we have a special guest joining us live in Big Bully’s Pub and Grill, one of the best establishments to grab a pint on God’s Green Earth, April Song from Elite Answers Wrestling. She’s here for Pain for Pride 10 where she will be competing as part of the Divide and Conquer match. We’ll get to that a little later but April, thank you for joining us.

 
 
 

 

 
(The scene opens with Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda and Aria Jaxon riding in the back of a black Uber towards Midtown, Manhattan. Cloud is wearing a blue party dress, while Aria has on a short black dress. Music is playing in the car.)


 
Aria: I can’t believe I’m letting you take me to this place.

 
C9 Productions presents


 
Cloud: It’s opening night. He wanted it to correlate with PFP week.

 
In association with EAW Network and SNK


 
Aria: He sure knows how to do things big papi style huh?
 
Cloud: That’s why he’s known as La Pantera Sexual, sweets.

 
24/7: Pain for Pride X


 
(The Uber pulls up in front of Poon Palace NYC, its line of prospective patrons going around the block. Cloud and Aria stepped out, immediately approached by paparazzi including TMZ.)
 
TMZ Guy: Hey! Cloud Matsuda! Aria Jaxon! You guys tight again?
 
Aria: (smiles and waves) You could say that.

 
Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda


 
Cloud: (holds up a peace sign) Fuck The High Rollerz.
 
Crowd: FUCK THE HIGH ROLLERZ!

 
Episode 3


 
PWTorch Guy: We’ve heard that as of late. Does the EAW locker room have something against the High Rollerz?
 
(Cloud and Aria look at each other and shrug)
 
Cloud: Hell if I know.


Hell of a Night


 
(Cloud and Aria walk into the club, enjoying its elaborate, yet dark atmosphere. There’s a who’s who of the entertainment and sports industry including Drake, Lil Wayne, Quentin Tarantino, Tinashe, Chris Pratt, Rihanna, and Kyrie Irving. Cloud and Aria stare in awe of their surroundings.)
 
Cloud: (to camera) Let ‘Ria, and I unwind for a moment before we talk that good stuff.
 
Aria: Guuurl! We better get a drink and hit that dance floor first! 
 
(Aria drags Cloud over to the nearest bar. What follows is a montage of them dancing to various music, taking shots with celebrities, and talking amongst each other. The montage ends with the two best friends walking towards the VIP section.)
 
Cloud: To be honest, I missed this!
 
Aria: Likewise! You don’t know how many times I- (notices the camera) Can we be alone for a second? Girl talk.
 
Cloud: Be right back.
 
(The two walk off for a few minutes. Lil Wayne starts doing his little dancing while holding a cup of lean. Cloud comes back, gives Wayne a pound, and starts walking towards the VIP section.)
 
Cloud: Sorry, ‘Ria got a little emotional. She’ll be back in a bit. This year was hard on both of us. Because of my pain, I made everyone else suffer. My former Formation partners, the joshis who look up to me, my family, and…(sighs) The Coven. In fact, I would even say I owe Alexis an apology. But, her win over me is good enough. Even in that scenario, I was the villain. Yes Alexis, if you’re watching this you heard me right. I was the villain.
 
(Cloud walks inside the VIP section. The music outside is barely audible. A few notable celebs including Natalie Portman, George Clooney, Wiz Khalifa, Brook Lopez, and Kim Kardashian are talking amongst themselves and their respective entourages. Cloud heads over to an empty area and sits down, facing the camera.)
 
Cloud: Before I talk about Alexis and myself, there’s an annoying Killer Bee I need to ether first. Someone who forgot what the rules of the Divide and Conquer are. Someone who doesn't know shit about my life. I’m talking about the one who, despite her name, can’t carry a tune to save her life. Yes, April Song, I’m talking about YOU bitch! Think you’re cute, trying to get into the heads of my allies? You're comparing the loyalty of your team to me own!? (laughs) You do realize you guys will be fighting amongst each other, right? If there’s anyone who’s a tool, that’s you Ms. Song Cry. You’re teamed up with Savannah Sunshine and THE COVEN. You know, the same Coven that kicked me out, kidnapped a child, and almost burned another one alive. You call yourself a military hero, but yet you willfully align yourselves with them? You’re a complete disgrace to your rank and AMERICA. Yes, I’m taking it there! See, I know I’m no good. Sure, my allies should be wary of me. But guess what? Whoever’s left standing will be able to stand on equal ground to fight for theirs. Let’s say, Team Coven - because your ass doesn't matter - manages to defeat everyone but me, and I’m the last woman standing. Do you think Alexis is going to let you finish the job? No, she’s going to tag herself in and fight ME. Let’s say she and I have a gay ‘ol time in that ring there and she comes out on top. Know what happens next April? Know what happens when you’re the odd woman out you special snowflake piece of trash!? They will jump your ass. Goodbye, April! Then they move on to Ms. Sunshine. Then, you’ll watch in anger as Maddie and Jocelyn lay down for Alexis. She’s the damn matriarch of Empire. It’s because out of everyone else; she has the biggest chance to win that title. In fact, where Alexis and I are in our respective abilities, we’re the only ones who can go head to head with the false idols known as Cameron Ella Ava, Aria Jaxon, and Cailin Dillon. Yes, I know I’m throwing shade at my friend who has yet to come back, but she knows me. It’s all in jest. As for you Ms. Song, I mean everything I say to you. And it’s not because I despise you, it’s because ever since you arrived in EAW, you had a stick up your ass!
 
Wiz’s voice: Hey Steph, you need this space:
 
Cloud: If you don’t mind.
 
Wiz: No prob. We got you.
 
(Cloud waits as everyone leaves the VIP section. She turns back to the camera.)
 
Cloud: Know what your problem is April Song? (stands up) You think being an accomplished Air Force Captain earns you some privileges around here. (takes of her shoes) I said it before, and I’ll repeat it- YOUR RANK MEANS SHIT IN EAW! Matter of fact (spits) THAT’S WHAT I THINK OF YOUR RANK! Do you realize the Air Force is the last they send into battle right? You know that each branch as their own air-support these days? I guess what I’m trying to say is you made captain DOING NOTHING! JUST IN EAW! YOU HAVEN’T DONE SHIT! YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS FILLED WITH A BUNCH OF SIGHS WHILE LISTENING TO EVERYONE ELSE! Following orders instead of your destiny (laughs). What are you even doing here, April? Do you want to be a wrestler?Everyone else is exactly where they belong. Real recognizes real sweets, and you’re looking vaguely familiar.
 
(stands up)
 
Cloud: You're not a wrestler April. You’re barely even a soldier with your ‘last sent out’ ass. Not only am I a better wrestler than you, but I'm also a better fight period. In the ring, in the cage, on the street. Name a place, and I’m more than certain I can kick your ass there. Feeling disrespected? Good. I hope that feeling stays with you all the way through this week and during Pain for Pride. Because as a particular spider god once said…
 
(takes off her earrings)
 
Cloud: Anger gets shit done. Be angry at me April. Heck, hate me for all I care. Because if you think for one moment your limited knowledge of submission style wrestling is going to outdo one of the most versatile arts in pro wrestling, then you're sadly mistaken. It behooves you to know and understand what your overconfident ass is getting into. You make judgments upon me because you think you know who the fuck I am? Listen, you fake ass Chun-li! You don’t know a thing about me. Let’s review shall we:
 
1) “Hired a manager that no one gives a damn about” - Mao Ichimichi is one of the best managers out there. Also, one of the few female ones. But, you’re a coon for penis, so that doesn’t matter to you.
2) “Won a championship and then lost it” - People lose titles every day, b. At least I won a title.
3) “Fail to win a championship of any kind since then” - refer to the previous statement. Also, at least I can get title shots. Your game is as weak as your finisher Boo Boo Kitty.
4) “Sleep around” - Quit slut shaming hoe.
5) “Join a group of nutcases” - Good job insulting your teammates dumbass.
6) “Shirk the responsibilities that you had to your family” - None of your goddamn business. I know you’re a disappointment to your parents for not having kids yet, but that’s on you, b.
7) “Betray more people” - But yet I got my girl and best friend back. Miss me with that shit.
“Sleep around more” - You must hate women. Therefore you hate yourself. Pitiful.
9) “Lose a custody battle” - Custody battles happen in court jackass.
10) “Sing songs in a car” - You must have fought in so many third world countries that you act like the very dictators you fight. In fact, you never specified WHICH Korea you came from. Food for thought.
 
I never said I was a good singer. But I’m better at it than you are at grappling, so that doesn’t say much. (sighs) You don’t want it to be us at the end. I’m so bothered by you at this point; you should let Mei get the cover, so you don’t have to fight me. I’ll hurt you April Song. There’s only one woman you can take the pain I’m about to unleash upon Team Coven. You’re not it Boo Boo Kitty. Now shoo! Alberto! Whiskey sour on the rocks!
 
(Cloud sighs as a server walks up to her with a glass. She downs it in one go and passes it back.)
 
Cloud: That hit the spot, thank you.I gave you ladies time in these war of words. I allowed the courtesy to give you all a chance to let the world hear what you have to say. Now, I shut shit down. NOW the EAW universe gets to listen to the rebuttal to your arguments. One thing we can agree on Madison is our distaste for April Song. Leave it to you to keep it real. You were always skeptical about my place in The Coven. You never made me feel entirely welcome. That’s because you knew me better than the others. I may have fought Alexis first, but we’ve had quite the mini-feud in my first year EAW. We both got wins off each other. You’re an accomplished champion who even prevented Aria from successfully cashing in. I can respect that Madison. But, you’re not the woman you once was nor will you ever be again. You can’t exist without Sanatorium. They corrupt your actions - even as far as to steal someone else’s lover away from them in a match that knocked women’s rights back a thousand years. (laughs) I guess Empire’s goal is to make money off of the women’s revolution not do anything about it. Once I’m champion, that shit changes. You seek redemption, but you can’t even understand what you’re redeeming yourself from. The parallels of how you’ve fallen the first time around to now are just not clicking in that juvenile mind of yours. Big girl name? Stephanie is my god given name sweets. In fact, I’ve earned every title that has been bestowed upon me:
 
Cloud - Because I fly higher than you
 
War Queen - Because I fight better than you
 
Mia - Middle name. Means “mine” or "wish for child”. This means I was supposed to be here and I belong to the world, unlike your near forgotten ass.
 
Matsuda - Something to do with pine and rice paddies or some shit. But, Matsu is pine which translates to wait. In this case, wait till I get in that ring and own your ass 
 
Stephanie - means “crown.” Do we need to into specifics?
 
Fans call me Cloud, my lover calls me Mia, and my friends call me Stephanie. But, you Maddie can call me “Gawdphanie.” Speaking of winning titles, you did it at the time where our division wasn’t as strong as it is now and you haven’t seen one since. That says a lot about your usefulness on Empire and in The Coven. You say Jocelyn is riding your coattails, but I say otherwise. She’s there to make sure you stay Alexis’ bitch. 
 
(Cloud gestures for another round. The server gives her another glass, and she downs it.)
 
Cloud: Alexis you are the real nightmare of the women’s division. You proved to me that you’re Queen of the Devil’s Pit. I have so much respect for you despite how that respect was earned. Can I blame you though? You were a mother defending her family by any means. I was a distraught soul trying to redeem herself. I didn’t redeem myself at Terminus, but I most certainly will at Pain for Pride. A year ago, I turned my back on the world. This time, I turn around. You was the better woman that night. Yes, we unlocked a part of ourselves that nobody else could. In a way, you are my true rival Alexis Diemos, an honor I have yet to bestow upon anyone, even Haruna Sakazaki. Just the thought of fighting you leaves a craving I can’t stand, an itch I need to scratch. I avoided Empire for a few weeks because if I wasn’t going to fight you again, then it wasn’t worth coming to work. I’m addicted to the pain we gave each other. With each strike thrown, each time we grappled each other, we got stronger. We took it there in the weeks prior, took ourselves upon a path of no return! I want that again Alexis Diemos. I want to go to war with you again. You and I are unlike anything this company. Ares may be on the cover of EAW 2K18, but we’re the ones who follow the mantra of “Be Like No One.” Come on Queen of RUW. Return to the battlefield! We both know we’re going to be the last ones standing. I’ll be waiting.
 
Aria’s voice: Will you get AWAY from me!?
 
(Aria walks into view with a fuqboi behind her)
 
Fuqboi: Come on Ma, I just want to get to know you.
 
Cloud: She said no. Anyways, how the hell did you get into the VIP section?
 
Fuqboi: I’m with Lil Uzi’s crew. I got that real connect! (looks at Aria) I can show you the world.
 
Aria: I’ve already seen the world. By the way, your sorry ass isn’t in it! Now drown in bleach somewhere!
 
Cloud: Do you know who she is? Do you know who her man is?
 
Fuqboi: Some sorry ass white boy?
 
Cloud: Aren freaking Mstislav. The former EAW Champion? The Demon Prince?
 
Fuqboi: (laughs) She’s screwing a wrestler!
 
Aria: I AM a wrestler jackass! Aria Jaxon!
 
Fuqboi: Y'all some fake ass wrestlers! (laughs)
 
(Aria and Cloud look at each other.)


 
(Next scene shows Aria and Cloud sitting in TLA’s office)
 
TLA: (sighs) I can’t have you, girls, fighting in my club like this. Especially on opening night!
 
Aria: He was harassing me!
 
TLA: Well he’s gone, including Uzi and his crew. Screw them anyway.
 
Cloud: Fuck the High Rollerz.
 
TLA: Que?

Cloud: Nani?
 
Aria: Anyways, we’re sorry and will replace everything that was damaged in our...squabble.
 
TLA: If that was a squabble Mamacita then I’m scared to think what you consider to be a fight.
 
Aria: Watch my match this weekend. You’ll see.
 
Cloud: Mine too! April’s about to have her last song!
 
(TLA and Aria look at Cloud)
 
Cloud: What? I’m drunk! Leave me alone! 
 
(Cloud covers her face as the scene comes to an end)

[size=15]The Extreme Enigma Fatal Fourway Elimination Match @ Pain For Pride, Promo #3[/size]


[size=15]Tuesday, 12:44 A.M., Newark, New Jersey. [/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside outside the Hotel Riviera. The dilapidated and decaying exterior of the building, seems right at home alongside the slum this neighborhood has become. The scene transitions to the interior. One of the guest lodgings  offered by the hotel. The lighting is mostly dark, with spurts of brightness that only highlight all the filth that lays skewed about. The camera pans over from the front door, past the pale green splotches that are far too faded to be new, the scurrying insects which disappeared too quickly to be positive but are almost certainly cockroaches, several small holes about the size of 9 and 45 millimeters, a large hole where faded red stains dress the edges, and finally a stain of black text that reads ‘As flys to the trap, the sapp is sweet, but is the leads to death.’[/size]


[size=15]In front of  the message, a man stands with his back to the camera. The camera sweeps around him quickly, yet cautiously. His body is stiff, his jaw hangs open, his eyes are glazed over. This being is known to the world as Solomon Caine. [/size]

[size=15]Suddenly Caine snaps out of the trance he was in, his bloodshot eyes stare a hole thru the lens of the camera.  Caine tenderly reaches out and lays his palm on the text.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “It shall be so, it shall be so. It already is taking shape. They have come in search of a great prize. They have come to honor he who has fallen. They have come to gain the adulation and worship of the masses. They are too drunk upon their own desires to look about their surrounding. To see that with step they take, with every moment that passes, the jaws of fate snap shut around them. And where they once ate there fill, is now the tomb that shall drain away the life from them until they each become nothing more than Husk, a shell, left only to serve as evidence and testimony as to who we are, what we are bringing, and what shall become of this earth. [/size]

[size=15]How they mock us, how they make lite of us. How they hear our words yet cannot decipher their meaning which we have made plain as a child would. We speak of becoming one with the flesh who have served us well, they speak of frivolities as rank within the Sanitorium. We speak of how we have this beast claws, and how it brought about much of all we desired. We speak of the world to come, and they reply with how we allowed ourselves to serve Eclipse Diemos. We served him as a means to our own ends, just as he desired us as a means to his own. And while the heathens who infest Voltage chased after Eclipse Diemos and the gold that he possessed, we were free to work on bringing about the END OF AGES!  [/size]

[size=15]Do the three of you here our voice now?  Are the plainest facts made visible before your eyes?  Do you lack the minds to comprehend all that we have spoken?  Such lesser beings you are. It shall be good and righteous thing to slay you upon the altar. It shall be a wise and glorious deed to leave you to rot upon it after for the entire world to see!  Open your understanding, unblock your minds, receive the truth we are bringing, for your own sake. Know that your days are numbered and that you should enjoy the pleasures that this world may offer you while you can. [/size]

[size=15]For wether you should believe our words, or reject them matters not, for nothing stop the flood of fire, none can stand against it, and all who should be foolish enough to think themselves able to, shall be consumed whole in a terrible, agonizing moment that shall seem like an eternity. Heed our warning. Prepare yourself. The End is near for the three of you, it shall come by week’s end. [/size]

[size=15]Yes it shall Target Smiles. You who claims not to fear, yet you hide away your face. It shall be the greatest pleasure tear the mask off you, before we do the same with your face. Oh yes Smiles. We shall claw at you till you are nothing more than bare bones.  We shall, for what could you do to stop us?  What resistance could you offer up against a force older and more powerful than the earth itself. What shelter could you seek? What hole could you hide yourself away in?  We shall do all that we please, without even the slightest delay or trouble in doing so. [/size]

[size=15]For what gifts do you possess that we cannot take away if we should desire?  Your speed perhaps you might reply? No, for when we rip your legs from your body, so too shall we tear away your speed.  Perhaps your strength?  when we crush every bone in your body, strength shall no longer be amongst your assets. Perhaps your will and desire?  When we bring our wrath upon you, how your spirit shall be crushed, and only a desire for a swift end shall remain. [/size]

[size=15]Tell us Smiles, how would one as yourself proclaim a victory? How can one who is as worthless as yourself be granted victory?  Any talk that comes forth from your mouth of conquering any at Pain For Pride, is mindless babble that only a fool greater than yourself would believe.  This is a reality you cannot escape. This is truth that you cannot disregard, for no matter where you go, or what you do, you cannot escape the clutches of fate. No matter how hard you shall struggle, there shall be no hope of ever breaking these chains.  [/size]


[size=15]And of you Tarah Nova, do you believe a poet’s words can protect you, or give you the strength needed? Such is the thoughts of imbeciles who turn to every idol presented before them, and beg for favor from those who cannot see, nor hear.  It is the sentiment of the weak who live in denial of what they are. No word of confidence, or inspiration, or wish of well being can deviate you from the path we have set.  No, for nothing can alter our will for you.  Nothing can prevent you from being the sacrifice that makes us whole. From being the slaughtered lamb that allows us the golden key. [/size]


[size=15]Tell us Tarah, tell us who should save you from our wrath. Certainly it is not yourself, nor the beast that sleeps within you. Certainly is shall not be the ones who shall join us in this Great War we shall wage. And surely as we breathe it shall not be the fallen whose name you use to attain your own selfish desires. Here you stand caught in a web. Our web. Bound by hand and foot, tangled around your neck. You lay trapped, and We are coming to devour you Tarah.  We are coming, for with your demise, all who follow you shall witness you parish under our might. That is the price of being a leader. That is the price of stealing souls away from us.  Do you doubt us? Do you dare to be so bold?  Are you prepared to bring about a heavier burden upon your head? [/size]

[size=15]For with every word you speak, and every defiant act, you bring about even greater suffering. You dig yourself further into a pit filled with horrors of the worst kind!  Spare yourself any further punishment Tarah. For though it seems but a moment to the eyes of the world, the agony you heap upon your head is one that you cannot fathom. Words cannot describe the suffering that shall come about when you are placed before us on the altar. [/size]


[size=15]Do not be saddened Tarah. For your demise bring about a great future. Your downfall is the beginning of the end of the heathens of this world. The blood you spill shall give life to a great Forrest. The flesh torn from your body shall become the corner stone of all we are making. The bones that lay scattered shall forever proclaim our glorious reign. You serve a great purpose Tarah Nova. Greater than you could ever comprehend. [/size]

[size=15]Ryannnnn Marrxxxxx. How worthless your mind is to you. I speak as plainly as the day, yet you seek some other meaning. You question all we have spoken, but why?  Does our truth unnerve you?  Does the knowledge of your impending doom send fear shivering up your spine?  Do you merely wish we were amongst those who proclaim the cross, that you might find salvation from the unspeakable terrors that shall haunt you for the remainder of your cursed days?!  None can redeem another. That is the law of this earth. [/size]

[size=15]You speak of the high pillars. The darkness within them cannot blind us. For long before this earth began we saw it, nurtured it.  We saw it grow and grow, and now it's time to spread over all that man has created has come.  His is not the plans of others. This is not the idea of the Sanitorium. This is our best laid plans coming about to fruition. [/size]


[size=15]Come forth with all the strength you can muster. Test us in this flesh that it's worth might be proven to us.  Do so, for your interpretation of the meaning of this life is all in vain. All that your have spoken of, and pondered day and night over, it serves you no good. All that perplexes Your mind, all of its wondering. It shall do you no good at the chosen hour. It shall serve no purpose when you are placed upon the altar. [/size]

[size=15]Come forth Ryan, that we might put an end to your pondering. Come forth that we shall show you how pointless your philosophy is. For it is not just you who is empty and hallow, but this entire world. To seek out meaning within it is a fools errand. The only truth that exists in this world, is that only those who are strong may survive. Only those who who hunt their prey may eat, only those who build shelter may outlast he storm. This world has become weak Ryan. The. Philosophy of heathens like yourself has made it so. For it has infested and infected the minds of the masses. It has dulled their senses, it has twisted them that they know not light from dark, nor up from down. The  men of this earth have lost their way. [/size]

[size=15]They have become complacent with all that they view upon a glass screen. They labor and strife over empty dreams, and useless works that only serve to feed their egos. They allow the weak to suck the life from them in the name goddamn charity!!! [/size]

[size=15]This world has plunged far beyond being redeemed. So we are sending fire to cleanse it. We are sending the flood that shall topple all they have made, so they can see for themselves how useless all that their hands built are. The flames that shall crumble every power and empire, and leave it leveled to the ground. We are curing the infection of the weak, for their poison runs thru the life blood of every generation now. We shall scrape this world bare, and over it our glorious reign shall stand for eternity.  This is truth Ryan, truth that needs not further contemplation. [/size]


[size=15]It truly is saddening, you had potential. Had you not become what you are today, perhaps your  fate could have been altered. Perhaps you could have joined us in the world to come. Now, all that remains for you is for your sentence to be carried out. All that the future holds for you is unceasing terrors for the rest of your days. [/size]


[size=15]And at the end of ages, the death you desire, shall have you. [/size]


[size=15]Step forward for the pain you know is not a fucking thing compared to the woe, and agony, and misery that you shall know. The She shall know. Condemnation is yours for all eternity Ryan. How wonderful is shall be, when you realize the screams that echo out in eternity, belong  to your beloved. You claim to have no soul, but Ryan, does she not possess one?  [/size]

[size=15]Take a stand upon the high pillars, for they shall be as a gilded cage when we bring about the cleansing, and you may gaze upon it in every direction from them. Then, when all else lays as nothing but ash, when those who dedicated themselves to you lay as nothing but dust in your hands, the fire shall come and claim you as it has claimed them. [/size]

[size=15]Let us see how sure you are that you have not a soul. Let us see how your definition of pain is comprehended. Let us see how you shall weep as you drink and swallow all that remains for you in the bitter cup.  Shall you doubt then? Shall our claims remain baseless before you?  [/size]

[size=15]Listen well all of you. Reflect on that which has been foretold. Your destiny lays with us. All that we have spoken, shall be made so.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine continues to stare at the camera. As he does a fly comes buzzing into frame. Caine swiftly snatches it out of the air with one swipe of his hand,  his gaze never drifting away from the camera. The fly buzzes in his hand until Caine tightens his grip. The fly’s wings grow silent.)[/size]




[size=15]The End Is near. [/size]

 
We’ll fight forever because that’s the only option. But first, let me shake this other bitch off for a minute.
 
Cameron, did you like rip this weak shit off from some sort of old HBG speech? Is this somewhere in her greatest hits? The whole I don’t agree with what you’re saying so I’m going to twist it around, say you were saying something else and then insult your intelligence. I thought you were Cameron fucking Ella Ava? I guess this year you decided to do your best Claudia Michaels impression. Maybe somewhere in that head of yours you thought since it worked for HBG last year and she beat Aria at Pain for Pride that it might work for you this time around. I’ve never believed in conspiracies. I’ve never agreed that there’s some behind the scenes force making decisions to fuck over our lives. We fight, we win or lose and then we have to deal with that shit. How many times this week alone have I mentioned that I’m not the champion because you cashed in, and I’m over it. We have this match and this is my chance to take it back, and I have every intention of the world of doing that while making you look like the worthless sack of surgical plastic that you are. But let’s back up for a second to the real argument at heart. The idea that you were somehow doing me a favor by keeping the old guard group running after the other defections or injuries or whatever they want to call it. That’s just total bullshit. By that time you already had the Empire Cup. The only reason for you to stick around me was to be ready. There’s no reason to hide around the corners from the truth here. There was never any kind of four OGs for life. Even with our alliance, I was never some sort of full-fledged member. To be brutally honest with you, I don’t even know where you got that idea. But to me, personally, the whole alliance always felt like it was supposed to be temporary. We were just exchanging a few ideas at the beginning. And then Kendra just hung around me like a damn leech. And you? You followed right behind like her merry little bitch. And when she was out of the picture, you actually stepped up and attempted to be the leader. But newsflash woman, there was nothing to lead at that point. I don’t fucking care what you did then. I know what I’m going to do now, and it’s so much worse than anything you can even imagine inside your head.
 
Do I believe you had it out for me? Yes. You’re Cameron Ella Ava. This isn’t my first month in EAW. I’ve seen your career. I know where its gone from here to there and what’s happened. There’s a reason you called yourself an OG with those other two. You’re as original as it comes to fucking over someone you’re allied with, or even being fucked over. And I know how it works, too. I’ve felt both sides of that as well. You had it out for me because I was the champion and in your possession at all times was the golden ticket to attempt to take it away from me. You did your duty as the cup holder, now I’ll do mine as the challenger at Pain for Pride that will bash your head against the mat so many times you’ll forget if your Cameron or Consuela. Remember, it’s Consuela Rose… I don’t know why so many people fuck that up. My desire to do that to you, though… it has nothing to do with revenge or redemption. There’s no fantasy cooking up inside my head involving either one of those. See, that all came true for me the moment I convinced dipshit Cleopatra to give me the spot I wanted in this match. Now I’ll do the rest all on my own. You can parade around all you want with that title for this week and you can shower yourself in your own dollar bills like the stripper you wish you could be, but at the end of this weekend you’ll have nothing but your past. And the future will be all mine. You might be a Hall of Famer, but someday people will look back on your time and say, ‘yeah, she was pretty good in her prime… but once that real revolution started she just couldn’t hang with the new guard.’ I didn’t want to be an OG because all it’s all old news. The past might have put together a foundation for the present, but the present improved it and made it better than you ever imagined. We’ve enjoyed letting you play the role of mentor for us, or at least pretending to, but at the end of the day all you care about is improving your legacy and holding it above all of our heads that the old way is still that much better than anything we have to offer. You’re straight trash. And coming out of Pain for Pride you’ll have nothing left to call your own. Look, Aria’s already counting you out of this. I’ll just kick you out of it.
 
You did make me laugh though with your failed attempt at being the chief bitch. Every time one of you dumb ass legends faces me it’s always the same line of bullshit. If I don’t beat you, I’m just going to float around Empire with nothing to do, just hanging my head. Last time you said that I made you look like a punk bitch. And even after that, you came around to the conclusion that I wanted to be your friend. The same person who would months earlier tell me that I not only don’t belong here, but that I was running out of time. Sometimes I wonder how the hell y’all were so successful here. You even suck at playing the role of the bully. You’re going to get your ass handed to you in a way you never ever imagined before. Aria’s going to hit you from the right, I’m going to kick you from the left and you’re not even going to understand what hit you. Because of all the women in this match, it’s somehow your own sins that put the target on you. No one in this match wants to take you out so badly because you’re the champ. Nah, me and Aria both know that come Sunday evening one of us will be the new champion. We just want to kick your ass and show just how pathetic you are, A year ago someone somehow used Aria losing at PFP9 as proof that the old guard still had a step up on this revolution of women. Fuck that. This year will prove exactly the opposite. This is out time now. So get the fuck out of our way.
 
You know Aria, I don’t want to blame you for that, but in a way I do have to just a little. You were a god damned world-beater back then. Everything was going your way. And you couldn’t take that match. You’re not the only one who comes into this event hoping it goes a different way for her. You had your heartbreak in losing last year. But I felt my own in coming this close to reclaiming the title I practically defined. I wanted to do that again, but it was robbed from me by stupid interference from Stephanie and even worse bitch assness from the OGs. These weren’t my ideas. Like I said already, if you’d taken that title in January I hope we would have had the chance to turn around and run that again a month later. But lately when you and I try to settle a difference some third-party can’t help itself but get involved.
 
You’re right. When it comes to me I’m only truly an underdog to a few women in this company and that’s only in their minds. Do I think that? Not really. But I have to get reminded of it all the time. There are few people in this world who think I’m good enough to be where I am right now. It’s not that crowded at the top and a few of those old road blocks have thinned out or gone on to do something else. But always in our world, I’m seen as only half as valuable as you. Like I’m not out here walking pace for pace with you and doing every damn thing I can to prove otherwise. Is it fair? Probably not. But don’t ever tell me to take the chip off of my shoulder that drives me to continue proving it to them, and proving it even more so to myself. And to you. To be quite honest it’s a little strange hearing you talk about my dad because, yeah, he is one of those few people that would support me no matter what I did or where I was going. And he’s always the one who told me to never stop pushing. At some point along the way we dreamed of him seeing me win for the first time at Pain for Pride. Our favorite event to watch together when I was growing up. Fuck, 10 years in and I sat in a living room and watched seven of those with him at my side. Last year he was right there to see me compete for the first time. This year I hoped he’d be right there to see me win for the first time at Pain for Pride. Even if he’s not there, I’d still win it just in his damn honor a million times in a row if I could. This match isn’t just about winning a title for me. So much of this defines everything I am and everything I wanted. I know you feel some of it too. I want so damn bad to get that feeling of winning a match on that main stage. It’s a dream that felt so close, but so far away a year ago. Now I feel it coming close again. Even if this is supposed to be the Aria Jaxon show or your big moment at redemption and everyone is behind you, even if the whole locker room is cheering for you, this is such a big freaking moment for me too. I can’t even put in to the right words how badly I want this. I just know that no matter what happens this weekend, I’m going to find a way to come out of that match as the champion. No matter what you or Cam try to throw at me, I know I’ll be ready to counter that into what ever I have to do to make sure I’m the one that wins this match.
 
We’re always going to fight forever. And someone telling us there’s always next match or there’s always next year is never going to be good enough. I don’t think people really understand that about us. I don’t think Stephanie knew that when she tried to get in our way this year. When me and you are in the ring together, nothing else even matters. Those other opponents don’t even stand a chance because of how competitive we are just within each other. Half of Cloud’s attacks seem to just bounce off like we were bulletproof, or as if we were so hot they just melted and we absorbed the punishment just to deliver it back. It’s going to be no different with Cameron in the mix. I swear when me and you are fighting it’s like just when you think on of has the upperhand the other one taps into some place that we didn’t know existed and brings it to another level. We know so damn much about each other, but yet we continue to somehow learn more and more each and every time we go out in the ring and throw down. Why should anyone expect that to change now? I guess you’ve learned enough about me that you know that a title holds such a place of security for me. It’s such a point of status in this place that sometimes it feels like the only thing that can ever remind anyone that I’m worth a damn. You’ve got me pinned down there. For anything I could just raise a title. More than a year ago I could just say, ‘yeah, I made the Vixen’s champ tap and the best Vixen of all time tap in back-to-back months,’ but after that I practically had to beat down doors to get any kind of opportunities. That’s why we have the Cailin Dillon we all know well today. Two years ago I’m not sure I could have imagined pulling Cleopatra on her desk and holding a pen to her eye. But what was that you said last time? Something about becoming the change you want to see? I don’t want to fight in an EAW where just two or three women will get all the chances for the Women’s title and I’ll somehow get forgotten. I took initiative and made sure I had this chance. I truly felt I deserved the chance to show I could fight Cameron for that title. And after missteps earlier this year, I wanted the chance to fight you again for it, too.
 
This title goes beyond some piece of treasure for me. I know the ultimate reward that equals for you. But for me it’s worth so much more. It feels like my right place. That’s where I feel most at home. And there is no other way, literally nothing else I could do that would make me feel the same way when I leave New Jersey. That sort of puts us at an impasse then doesn’t it? And this is exactly why we’ll probably spend the rest of our careers scratching and clawing, pulling at each other’s hair just for the chance to get a step ahead of the other one. Cameron proves every chance she gets that there’s nothing unique or organic about her. It’s just the same thing every single time. The same message of elitism toward every person who hasn’t been here as long as she has. But with us it just feels different to everyone. I know there are people who don’t know as much about our rivalry as they do you and Cam’s, but we’re the one that’s been boiling under the surface the whole time. Trying to one-up each other as a part of Formation. Both getting leery about joining Tarah’s crusade to topple the OG’s because we were steadfast and focused on going our own way. And the laser focus we show every single time we’re in the ring together. No one move can just put us away in an instance because your best move might just flip around in a fraction of a second and turn into me hitting you with my best move. We just operate on a different wavelength than they’ve even seen. They aren’t really used to it. But after Pain for Pride, it’s the only feud from this match they’ll be able to remember anymore. And it’s the only one that will just keep going and going. Because no matter which one of us comes out on top, the other one is going to immediately start figuring out how they can get right back to take another shot. While Cameron spots nonsense, you’re the only one who truly understands my motivations in this match and knows exactly where my hearts at. You’re the only one truly accepting just how much chaos I’m going to bring to the table. The other side, she doesn’t even want to believe it. She doesn’t want to accept it. But you’re the one that knows when I get in that certain mode and you can almost truly hear those distant sirens blaring… the lesser opponents will flee for cover before they truly get hurt. That’s what leaves me and you standing to take this thing in the end. I’m not taking the fall, and I’m not watching either of you walk out of New Jersey with that title. I’m taking it and bring it home where it belongs with the Empress of Empire. We both want a certain degree of redemption from last year’s Pain for Pride. And where there’s smoke, there’s fire. So if you try to make my dreams go up in smoke, I’ll burn all of yours into the ground to make sure mine still come true.
 
When the three of us walk into that ring this weekend, I imagine people will still be placing their wagers and going all-in on an Aria or Cameron victory. But when it’s all over the only think their going to be talking about is the darkhorse who was right under their noses all along. The one who was the first Women’s Champion and will soon enough be the first two-time Women’s Champion when she takes her title back at Pain for Pride. I’ll never be able to be the Vixen’s Champion, but this will always be my belt. I’m not here to take a participation award. I’m not about little plaques and certificates. I only fight for the top prize and that’s the one that’s coming home with me this weekend. All of you suckers and idiots can talk about Cameron and Aria until the cows come home, but the real deal is right here. It’s Cailin Dillon. Go ahead and overlook me, I like it better that way. It makes the celebration all that much more fun for me when I see the shock on your stupid, pathetic faces. Cameron, why don’t you go ahead and pick out your spot in the retirement home because that’s all you have left to look forward to after we’re done. Aria, I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a little bit longer. That title is mine. There’s not a fucking thing either one of you can do to stop that. Believe that.

[size=15]The 24/7 battle royal @ Pain For Pride, Promo #3[/size]



[size=15](The scene opens inside  the Mandarin Oriental Hotel New York. Located just twenty minutes from MetLife stadium, the hotel offers the finest luxury accommodations in the city. Its here on the balcony of the Presidential suite, which over looks Central Park, that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect”, Mark Michaels, taking a selfie of himself against the city skyline.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “Simply perfect as always. You know something folks, it seems that with every passing day, every single one of my … well I was about to called opponents but that implies that any of those jackasses stand a chance of beating me in the ring.  So every single one of traffic cones who are gonna fill up the ring this weekend, they all seem to think that if they talk really loud, for a really long time, they'll bore everyone else to death and win this battle royal by default. Now granted it seems to be working because I can't help but to start yawning the moment any of them open their stupid fucking mouths. [/size]


[size=15] every day it just seems like there's another name to add to the list. It's like everyone is so nervous about stepping into the ring with me, they all developed cases of verbal diarrhea. From the guys who have only been here a week, to the has beens clinging on desperately to the last straw of their respective careers, to the guys who might have been a lock to win it all if I wasn't in this one. Hell even the guys who have wet ink still on their contracts, they have been running their mouths about this match. Well while all the pretenders can go on and on about their pipe dreams, I am here to talk facts. Like for instance the fact that all these half wit clowns combined couldn't amount to the talent in my pinky finger.  And now everyone is acting like their own personal fan boy, and making these retarded top five lists. Everyone better start wising up, because there is gonna be one winner in this 24/7 battle royal. And That man is going to be yours truly, Mark Michaels. [/size]

[size=15]That's right none of these fucks can touch me in that ring, especially you Haruna.  You know you misunderstood everything I said yesterday. At first I thought it was because you no speaky English, but after hearing all the Absolute horse shit that came out of your mouth, I know it's because your  head is emptier than a hallowed out pumpkin. You want ball up your fist and lay one right on the chin, honey I will not hesitate to put you down quicker than a hiccup from a Screen Cracker, and proceed to toss you over the top rope with ease.  You think I became the greatest professional athlete to ever grace Elite Answers Wrestling, simply because one of my millions upon millions of friends, followers, and subscribers said I was. You got it backwards on that one dear. I earned an army of followers because of the hard work and dedication I put into my training, the battles I've had with the very best this company could offer. Guys like Crash, and Impact, and DeDeDe. I took all of them to the limit. Hell Scott Oasis ran for the hills because he didn't want any of Mark Michaels. So remind me again, who the fuck are you besides Azumi’s bitch?  [/size]

[size=15]So come at me Haruna, I'll knock your ass out with one punch. Now why do you head back to the kitchen where you belong and fetch someone a sandwich. [/size]



[size=15]Now Darkane, you know what else Kurt Cobain is? Worm food, just like you'll, be if you try and screw with me at Pain For pride.  So do yourself a favor and keep your piss fetish having ass out of my way, or you'll find out just why everyone should be taking me seriously in this one. Because in one single moment you can go from being in to complete control, to laying flat on your back, staring up at the lights in a daze. You test me in that ring and I’ll kick your ass All over Jersey, from dawn to dusk.  Step to me and I'll show your face just how much power lays in these two fists. [/size]

[size=15]And is it just me or does Sheridan Muller need a q-tip to clean out all the crap out of her ears?  I say focus on the battle royal at Pain For Pride, she drops my name and talks about cultural rape and the collapse of imperialism, and a bunch of other bullcrap that no one gives tow shits about simply because it came out of your mouth Sher. I'll say it again, and I'll say it slowly so that you can understand, I am a citizen of the world. I am so beloved by people from every town and tribe, that I have become an international treasure. I am a gift to the globe, and couldn’t really care less about what one German tight ass thinks. You really like Germany, we get it. You really like efficiency, we get it. You got a bug up your ass about show the least bit of charisma, your the most dull, boring, and wholly unentertaining woman on the face of the earth, and the thought of anyone cracking a smile ever sickens you to your stomach, we get it. [/size]

[size=15]Why don't skip Pain For Pride and get back to your model of Auschwitz that you take so much pride in, or whatever the fuck it is you do when your not out trying to make everyone who hears your voice fucking miserable. [/size]


[size=15]Oh and Johnny Nova do us all a favor a actually win a few matches before you go on taking about how your gonna get that 24/7 contract, because right now the only thing you're doing every hour of every day, is getting the shit kicked out of you. Now don't get me wrong, you told a nice little story about what'shisname and whogivesafuck, but at the end of he day none of that shit matters. None of it, because the only thing anyone gives a damn about is who gets their hand raised. That's the only thing that should matter, and when I'm the last man standing in the ring, I'll be the only thing that will matter.[/size]

[size=15]Now maybe one day you'll get some more experience, and actually stand a chance in this one. Or maybe you'll end up like all the other overhyped, underdeveloped dickheads who I sent into early retirement.  Point is, you don't stand a snowflake’s chance in hell of beating a man who is unquestionably perfection incarnate.  So this weekend, go ahead and fuck off somewhere in the back, and leave the biggest win in Pain For Pride history to me. Oh and tell that Kaise or kaiser buttfuck kid the same thing, thanks. [/size]


[size=15]Say you know what's tacky, cheaply made, and uglier than what pops out a dog’s anus? Why anything with the name Hilfiger. And you now what pisses me off more than anything in the world? Rich kids who think that the world is there's just because daddy handed them everything else on a silver platter. Now hey I know what you're thinking teddy. ‘Well if that isn't the pot and the kettle!’, but let's get one thing straight. I've earned everything I have. I worked my ass off to get it and I work twice as hard to keep it. The only time you ever pushed or strained, was when you had to reach for the bell to call your butler. And now you think you are just gonna walk into Pain For Pride and beat hall of famers, top prospects, bad ass mother fuckers who love to fight , and the absolute best competitor in the ring today, and win?!  Son you'll be lucky if all you get is your ass handed to you. So why don't you go back to your shitty fashion empire, and leave professional wrestling to the men who have worked all there lives to be able to do this for a living. [/size]


[size=15]And to all the rest of you dipshits, let me just say that you should be honored that I am granting all of you the privilege of sharing the ring with me. Scott Diamond, Leathal Consequences, Ryan Savage. All you should be kissing the ground I walk on because I'm giving you all a final pop from the crowd, a last good bye that somebody might remember this time. You all get to have something of a proper send off instead of just fading into obscurity as you all are so prone  to doing. And what's more you get to be remembered for passing the torch to the future of not just EAW, but of professional wrestling as a whole. [/size]


[size=15]ONI, Azumi, and a bunch of you other so called dark horses, you all have the chance to show that small spark of talent you have, while everyone is watching the roaring fire named Mark Michaels. You get to show off for a few minutes, before I toss each and every one of you out to the floor. [/size]


[size=15]And to all you newbies, ditch the attitude fellas and show some respect to the man who has graciously allowed you to make your Pain For Pride debuts, in the match that everyone round the world will have their eyes glued to. The match that will be the most talked about across all of social media, the match that all of my followers will make the biggest, worldwide trending topic across all of social media. Be grateful that I've allowed you make your debut, before the biggest audience in the history of Pain For Pride. [/size]

[size=15]And all of you better star bowing down to the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero who is crossing off every one of your names off his hit list. The man whose speed, strength, technique, and charisma are unparalleled by any other!  The man who in his Pain For Pride debut, will turn the world of EAW upside down, and lead new generation.  The man whose hard work, and desire to be the undisputed top dog here in this company, will lead him to biggest heights. The man who will leave each and every one of you without a shadow of a doubt as to who is the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots!  The man who is the undisputed champion of all social media, and the unquestioned picture of perfection, Mark Michaels![/size]


[size=15]And like it or not, the lot of you better start Picturing THAT!”[/size]



[size=15](Michaels turns his attention back to his phone where he takes yet another selfie.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]

 
Okay, who let Leonhart have a mic in his hand? Seriously?! Who in their rightful mind let the dude who’s pretty much EAW Headquarter’s next Janitor have the mic in his hand or even give him a job. This Idiot is sort of like on the La Diva levels of dumb, I really mean it. He makes her seem like fucking genius, and makes Monroe seem like the world’s biggest idiot! Ladies and Gentlemen, Anthony Leonhart is a Dynasty Representative. There’s a reason why Dynasty will never beat Empire and Showdown in ratings it’s because of really dumb talents like Mark Michaels, Ironico, Sheridan and Leonhart. Especially that last name…“I reinvented myself in the dojos of Japan” Please! If you think that makes me care then NO! You reinvented yourself? I MADE MY NAME THERE! So don’t think that training somewhere makes you any less of a piece of trash because regardless who teaches you and whatever style you think you’re a master of the style,you’re still some generic  but you’ll realize that the real Master is me and you’re just a failed student of some knockoff some budget dojo. It’s amazing you think of yourself as a lion because you’re more like a fucking cub and don’t test your luck because you’ll soon realize how pathetic you truly are and who the real Ruler Of The Jungle is.
 
But it’s not the only Dynasty star, that’s not worth anyone’s time and that’s Mark Michaels the dude that will come so close but you will so far from everything in this company. Last year you missed out on PFP and this year, you’re going to lose your first match the event, all thanks to me. How will it feel Mark Michaels when you lose to greatest Japanese wrestling star that this company has to offer? And it’s hilarious that this man will fade into obscurity. Give him a selfie stick and he’s going to go out there and take all the pics but yet no one will care about it because he seems to okay with being mediocre. He really seems like that, it’s kind of disappointing that he’s okay with just taking selfies and etc. I guess good for him. And regardless if he learns to be anything then that, we really aren’t expecting him to be a world champion. It’s the same with most people in the Dynasty side of this battle royale. They just won’t win because they aren’t the threats from Dynasty. It’s as if Sebastian Monroe brand decided to send all throw aways into this battle royal. PFP Bonus For Everyone says the GM of the dying brand. Let me tell you what Ace really means, it means Figurehead, the best AND SIMPLY PUT ICCHIBAN! Learn to respect the stars that actually have a future,  else it might cost you big time.
 
But at least Michaels and Leonhart, You’re at least a part of the eternal third place, just behind Showdown. But you’re ahead of Voltage at least.
 
Speaking of Voltage, it’s one of the Psycho Brothers. I here always things about the Psych Ward thing from The Coven girls but I actually thought ONI would be more threatening, a little more scary I guess.. I was hoping for something more from the once former second-in-command of the Sanatorium but then I realized that I shouldn’t expect anything from that group, I mean I just beat the Matriarch just last week and proved that not even the Leader of the Coven was good enough to get in the ring with me, so how will someone that’s not even worth remembering in this family beat the best professional wrestler on the planet… Simple answer to that, he won’t. Because unlike Alexis, Eclipse, Maddie and Brody. You just aren’t worth anything in that group to the point where you’re stuck here with an eventual loss against me while your stablemates are in much more important situations and matches. I know that you’ll say something like that because you’re a “family” but really deep down you really want to be in something bigger, you want the same kind of titles and if you win here then you definitely will but you aren’t winning, there’s nothing more here to say. Just like your Psycho Sisters tried back at Shock Value, the lone Psycho Brother can’t stop my rise.
 
Along with Ryan Savage who apparently seems triggered. Fun Fact Ryan. NO ONE CARES  ANYMORE! No really cares about the Former Tag partner of Mr. DEDEDE. No one cares about your heart, your drive and etc because in the end of it, you’re just a has been, Ryan. That’s it And that’s all you will ever be for this company! No one will care in the end about anything you do because people will know that in the end, Ryan Savage will never be anything more than a has been while you call me out on how you will win or whatever else you need to say. Just try your luck Savage, it’s going to end with you failing all of your die-hard fans once again.
 
See people, I don’t care who you are, what your accolades, motivations or anything else because in the end. This contract is mine for the taking.
 

Icchauzo Bakayaro

A lot of people wonder what goes through my mind when I'm walking through the curtain to face some of the people I've faced. People wonder if I'm nervous or afraid to get in the ring with someone like Diamond Cage, Scott Oasis, Xavier Williams or Ryan Marx. I remember staring into the cold hardened eyes of Diamond Cage in the middle of the ring weeks before Burning Desire. I felt a chill going up my spine and I remember being afraid. And when men like Ryan Marx can demonstrate their control and power over others and how he can make them believe just about anything, it makes me nervous. But when it's time to step through that curtain and face a sea of people who may believe in me every step of the way or doubt whether I have what it takes to pull it off, I focus everything towards what it's going to take to win.

Maybe I wouldn't have beaten Xavier Williams without a distraction from Jamie O'Hara but we were in there for quite some time before Jamie got involved. Xavier had plenty of time to put me away if he was as good as he had claimed to be, but he couldn't do that. I took advantage his lack of focus to win. Similarly with Ryan Marx, I may have limped out of the arena that night but Marx couldn't pick up a fall on me. I found an opening and I capitalized on it to win again. I have become unbeatable and I've drawn a line of men who are waiting for the opportunity to say they beat me but each new challenger who steps up to the plate has failed. 

But people ask me what I feel in the moments before I walk through that curtain. This Friday I'm not afraid, I'm not nervous, I'm excited. I'm going into the ring with a man with just as much momentum and just as much hunger to win as me. TLA isn't going to hold nothing back because despite his tirades about his "Poon Palace," no matter how much he loves to get under his opponents' skin he understands that Target Smiles isn't someone you can play games with. TLA is still one of the most talented competitors on Dynasty and he's not going to give me the luxury of losing his focus. If he does then he deserves the loss he gets out of it but I don't see that happening. TLA is going to force me to prove in front of everyone that I can live up to my own hype. I'll have to be the better man and make every second leading up to our confrontation count.

This is what I've needed for some time. Not just another upset victory. Not just another occasion where Target Smiles becomes every gambler's worst nightmare. Two men are going to enter that ring and if they are going to do anything and everything to walk away victorious by any means necessary. Pain For Pride is only a week away and once we pass that finish line we're already racing for the next one, but for the moment everyone wants to go into Pain For Pride as high up in the rankings as they possibly can and if I want to do that then TLA is going to have to lose in New Jersey. It's unfortunate for him but sometimes being the best competitor means you have to be a bit impersonal from time to time. TLA is just another challenger stepping up to try to stop Target Smiles in his tracks and just like every man before him TLA will find himself asking himself what the hell it's going to take to keep me down. If there is an answer to that question, I wish you the best of luck in trying to find it.

 
It really didn’t take much to rile you up and get pissy bitch Haruna. And boy did it produce some real hilarious moments. I want to thank you for trying. You in your efforts this week have chosen to play a great deal of pretend. You’re playing for loose and hard with the facts. The truth is, you only try hard when something means something to you. You don’t try hard all the time. Of course you want to win every match, but you don’t put in the effort each and every time. That’s been your M.O. for almost the entire time I’ve been here. I’ve seen you try to coast through multiple matches, big and small, by doing just enough. We’re not alike at all and that’s reason No. 1. I bust my ass working to improve. That’s why I won Empress of Elite. I never felt an ounce of motivation from you on that road. Even while you told me throughout that you wanted to find a way to make it to the finals and beat me. Honestly, you suck at motivation. Your motivating words are always the same. “I want you so badly to win so I can win and meet you and beat you in that match.” Fuck your motivation. And fuck your lackluster efforts. This company has enough women busting their asses just to get a taste at some sort of glory, and you’re still just expecting it to happen to you because you’ve been here for awhile. You know one of the biggest myths in professional wrestling? It’s that people deserve things. No one here deserves anything more than the beating they get in the ring because they think they deserve to be at the top. In this business, everything is earned. And you checked your ass out of the earning things category a long time ago. You know what the biggest myth in professional wrestling is? It’s that we’re friends.
 
How long has it taken you to come to the conclusion that this has been a one-sided friendship from Day 1? You always spout off this and that about how we’re buddies and all the respect between us, and then you do the same stupid bullshit about motivation and wanting this and that. I didn’t tell you not to quit out of some sort of friendship between us. I told you not to quit because you were being whiny and it was annoying, but clearly you were out of your goddamn mind and acting like a complete fool. But from here on out, I hope you remember what I say to you. We’re not friends and we never will be friends. I don’t have time for whiners and complainers, and I don’t have time for people who just want to latch on and ride around on coattails with the hope that I would eventually grace them with the chance to fight me for a title. That’s not how I operate, and it’s not how I’ll ever operate. I don’t understand why you’d ever think we were friends after the things we’ve gone through together in the ring. I don’t know why you’d ever thing I’d respect you when all you’ve ever wanted to do was see me succeed only so you could be the one to bring me failure. That kind of thinking isn’t what you should expect from a friend. That’s not respect. But I’ve never needed anything from you anyways. Once upon a time you were loaded with pride and standing above so many in this division as the Specialist’s champion. You’d just reminded everyone why you were indeed capable of fighting at a championship level. But it took two weeks for you to prove otherwise. And it took me less than a month to make people forget all about your reign as Specialist’s Champion. And here you are trying to make me sound like a bitch for leaving you in my dust then, and trying to do it again now. I don’t live my career hoping for Haruna to turn the corner in the next match. I’m not worried what you’re doing one damn bit. I’m worried about me. And I have told you from the moment this week started that I was going to beat you and then focus on my match next week. Some how you decided I didn’t even care about this match. No, I love every time I step in the ring. I told you that, but you glossed over it in the same way EAW will gloss over your career when you pack up your shit and move back home for good.
 
You’re just so easy to play with in so many ways. Like a kitten with a little mouse toy. I can bat you around left and right and watch you just lay there motionless without much of a real comeback. You’ve basically proven everything I’ve said about you this week. Look at what I did to light a fire within you, while mine has been lit the whole time. This match is your championship. You care so much about this match not because it’s another chance to step in the ring, but because it’s me. And you are obsessed with me. You want to beat me and shove it in my face. That has always been your hope when it comes to fighting me. That’s all you even want. But I will be the wall that stands between you and the next step up. No one said you were going to lose in 30 seconds. Besides, that’s not even fun. We’ll fight. You’ll get in your kicks, I’ll get in my kicks. But when that match switches into my favor it will for good. And I will not hesitate to destroy you in every sense of the word. I just don’t care about you, not even one bit. There’s no hesitation in my eyes. There’s no confusion from my mind. I’m not struggling to see what I’m going to do right in front of me. My body is ready for every blow you think you can deliver to take me down. And my heart beats with exhilaration knowing just how hard I’m going to hit you back. It’s all going to be glorious, Haruna. It’s all going to be a glowing reminder of just how far you really have fallen from grace.
 
I won’t have any friends running in to attack you from behind. I don’t need that. I won’t be pacing on the outside of the ring pulling my hair in frustration because I can’t figure you out. I already know what I’m getting. You’re a tough fighter, but you don’t know how to finish. I know how to finish. I’ve finished plenty of people with a swift kick, with a painful submission… oh I have a plethora of ways I can see this match end with my hand raised. And your own personal frustration with your dumpster fire of a career will continue. Let me at least be nice for just a few seconds. Even if all I’m doing is just being honest, and you think that’s mean! Oh boo hoo bitch. But really, I used to think you were just a hell of a fighter. I came in right after your big performance at Pain for Pride. I met you and you were telling me all about how close you were to becoming the Vixen’s Champion. Well, let me grab this EAW history book real quick and check it. Hmm… interesting. I don’t see you ever winning that title. Maybe, just maybe, Sexy Curry was as good as it will ever get for you. Have you thought about that? Or is your career just spiraling so fast in the toilet water that you don’t have time to remember the good ol’ days anymore. This place has always been sink of swim, and you’ve always known that. You’ve been sinking down closer to the bottom for a long time though. And the truth is that’s always been your fault. I always have to laugh when I hear the excuses. The blame directed at someone or something else. It’s always been you, Haruna. And tomorrow night when you try to turn it all around and push it back in my face, you’re going to fail. It’s not because I’m so much inherently better or way more talented. No, it’s because I know exactly how you work. I know how to bring out all of those flaws. I’m not that same green rookie trying to find her way that you took advantage of all the way back at the first Empress of Elite. And I’m not the scorned girl that just lost her title that, either. I am laser focused on the tasks ahead. Task No. 1 is dropping you on your ass on my into Pain for Pride. And I don’t care what kind of super effort you think you can pull out of your flat ass, you aren’t going to stop me from doing that.
 

I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t care about your miserable failure of a career and I don’t care about you. You’ll lose next week, just like you always do. And you’ll lose this week, living out your regularly scheduled destiny. What I do care about is kicking the shit of a whiny bitch leech who I’m tired of seeing poke her head into my business time after time. You’re a pest, Haruna. And try as you might, you just won’t have enough to beat me. I’ve beat you all week with my words. Now I’ll beat you for real tomorrow, loser.

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


[size=15](The scene opens backstage at the Wells Fargo Arena. It's here in the Dynasty interview area that we find Michael Belfort standing by with a microphone in his hand.)[/size]



[size=15]Michael Belfort: "Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels."[/size]


[size=15]??? (Off screen): "Ahem, do the introduction right or I'm out of here."[/size]


[size=15](Belfort shakes his head in mild frustration, but given no choice he starts over.)[/size]


[size=15]Belfort: "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, he is the undisputed Social Media Champion, and the man who is all but guaranteed to win the 24/7 Battle royal at Pain For Pride and should be handed the contract already, here is your hashtag hero "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels."[/size]


[size=15](Michaels strolls into the shot with a smirk of satisfaction as big as the gold rimmed aviator sunglasses on his face.)[/size]

[size=15]Michaels: "That's better. Now out with the questions, I am a very busy man and my time is precious."[/size]


[size=15]Belfort: "Okay than, Mister Michaels tonight you renew your rivalry with Tig Kelly. You two have had some great back and forth matches in the past, but what can we expect tonight from the two of you?"[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: "What can you expect?! Well if you were one of my Friends, followers, or subscribers, you would already know that you would get to see the greatest professional athlete alive plying his craft in front of all these people who came and sold out the Wells Fargo Arena just to see me!  You would know that you would get a little sneak peak at what lies in store for each and every son on a bitch who's gonna step thru that curtain for the 24/7 battle royal. You would know that you would see Me prove once and for all that I was always better than Tig Kelly."[/size]


[size=15]Belfort: "Now you mentioned being better than Tig Kelly, and you've certainly been very vocal about it, meanwhile Tig himself has been rather quiet.  Do you think that all the smack talk will come back to bite you tonight?  Or do you believe your verbal barbs have given you a mental edge going into this one?"[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: "Mikey, you of all people should know that I'll always have a mental advantage over Tig Kelly. Hell the special need class has a mental advantage over Tig Kelly. That empty headed Irish asshole drank every last brain cell in Thick skull to death. And really how can you blame him?  For the past year and a half he's had to walk around every day knowing that all the praise and hype and ass kissing from the office was totally undeserved.  Because the last time we stepped in the ring together, I left him laying in the middle of the ring unconscious, and if it hadn't been for Rhaegar coming in and interfering, I would have been standing tall as the EAW National Elite Champion. Now fast forward to today. Tig got his hopes up when he tossed his hat into the ring for that battle royal, but those hopes were shattered the moment I was added to that match. In an instant Tig Kelly's best chance at redeeming himself and proving that he's all that hot garbage about being the Ender, it's gone, bye bye, so long, see you. So Tig decided to not even bother opening up his mouth this week because he knows that not only am I gonna toss his ass over the top at Pain For Pride, I am gonna leave Tig laid out like I did the last time we went one on one in the ring together. [/size]

[size=15]Tonight I set the record straight for all the world. No more debating, no more questions, no more excuses. Tonight I finish what I started and put an end to the Ender. Tonight I will give Tig the biggest ass whipping he's ever had. Tonight I pin his fucking shoulders to the mat and that referee is gonna slap his hand on the canvas three times!  I guarantee that tonight it is gonna be my hand that is raised in victory, just like it will in a few weeks at the greatest show the world has ever seen!   [/size]


[size=15]Tonight sets the table for what will happen in MetLife Stadium. Tonight is the warm up to what will be the  biggest achievement of my career this far.  Tig Kelly, here's a nickle's worth of free advice. If you know what's good for you, don't bother showing up. Not tonight, and not at Pain For Pride. Go back to whatever hole you hid in when you had that little bruise for three months. Go find that one skank ass hooker who's standard are so low, she'll spread her legs for someone like you. Do whatever the hell keeps you out of my ring. Because if you show your fucking face any time I'm in it, it will be the last time anyone ever sees that ugly mug of yours. [/size]

[size=15]Tonight Tig Kelly, it's my night, hell its my week, month, year, hell its the Michaels fucking Millennium!  And not you, or anyone else is gonna be able to say otherwise. [/size]


[size=15]So for the people of Philadelphia, get ready. Because you will soon be graced with the presence of your Twitter Trendsetter, your Instagram Icon, and your Hashtag Hero who will conquer that fucking little leprechaun Tig Kelly. The man whom you adore and idolize for being everything that you can not. The man who is greatness personified, and Perfection incarnate. He man who you recognize a the single greatest professional wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots. Ladies and gentlemen get your cameras out, because your undisputed Social Media Champion is about to take center stage and knock the fuck out of Tig Kelly. So go on and picture That you Irish bastard![/size]

[size=15]No more questions."[/size]


[size=15](With that Michaels walks off set leaving Belfort at a loss for words.)[/size]



[size=15]FADE TO BLACK. [/size]