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In my relatively short time in Elite Answers Wresting, I have learned quite a bit about people here and about how they tend to misconstrue and misunderstand the most basic of things. Cody Marshall misunderstands being a patriot doesn’t have to constitute being a bigot and a bully. People like Alexis Deimos and Cloud Matsuda don’t seem to understand that my willingness to share my personal feelings on an issue doesn’t take away from my ability or willingness to do my job. Haruna misunderstands what it is to have talent altogether. But I think that one person’s stubborn insistence on adhering to fallacy rivals even Stephanie Matsuda’s delusions of grandeur.
Madison Kaline is a phenomenal wrestler. There is no doubt about that. She is strong, she has the boyfriend that most girls swoon over. Her merchandise sales and celebrity certainly dwarf my own. She was forgotten about. Cast aside as an afterthought as those around her were pegged to be the stars while she struggled trying to be true to herself. And then, after finally snapping, she began this glorious and horrifying transformation: A clumsy but loveable ugly duckling transforming into a dangerous, vicious black swan. Her rampage took her to the finals of one Empress of Elite tournament and the Semifinal of another if the research that I obtained is correct, and she indeed has been the Women’s World Champion, formerly the Vixens Championship. All in all, it’s a remarkable story. It’s one that could inspire individuals to reach for the stars and embrace life with a by any means necessary mentality.


Except it’s a lie.


Wait, how could things that have happened been a lie? I’m sure more than one of you has asked that as you sit doing whatever it is that you are doing. I’ll explain. The Madison Kaline that you know, the one that you love or hate or fear…is a lie. A mythological creature brought into this world by her own ego. The thing is, there is no doubt in my mind that she ALWAYS had the level of violence and brutality that she has displayed inside of her. She was playing you all for fools, talking like a socially awkward preteen even though she was an adult. The colorful clothing, the hugging, the cute entrance music, it was all a cover. She didn’t want to embrace what she really was, and for good reason because it’s a disgusting degenerate, for whatever reason. Maybe she was afraid to let you all see the real Madison. Maybe she thought there would be more money in the squeaky-clean image and goofy character. I don’t know and I don’t care. I just know that people don’t suddenly “snap” and reveal their “true” selves. People are who they are by the choices they make and the lives they lead. While circumstances can steer someone to certain outcomes, at the end of the day it’s the individual responsibility of all of us to get where we want to go…and our own personal failure when we do not. Madison, you blame the world around you for your failures and shortcomings. You are hungry for the affection and adoration of others, yet you have no respect for anyone but yourself. You’ve even berated and taunted your own so-called sisters to build yourself up. Is there any line you won’t cross, any person you will not hurt to glorify yourself? You are also seeming to think that your accomplishments and your brutality are entitled to fear from others. Yes, you masquerade it as a craving for respect, but from watching you and going against you is that you are intent on only having people fear you. I don’t fear you. I respect who you are and where you have been as a champion and as someone who has worked every hard to get to where you have gotten. I respect that you have the self-belief, as toxic as it is, that you will stop at absolutely nothing to be the greatest female wrestler walking the planet. I respect everything that you have accomplished. But…. I don’t care.



We are teammates at Pain for Pride for the sole purpose of eradicating Matsuda’s shitpile of a team. Then, if everything permits, we’ll have a chance to settle our issue face to face. I will meet you with respect and acute awareness of what you can do, but I will not fear you. I will NEVER fear you. No matter how much you play yourself up as a mistress of death, no matter who you beat up or what careers you end, I’ve already seen the worst that this planet must offer traveling the globe as a soldier and a mercenary and I hardly find you scary. I think you’re tough and I’m glad to start this match that we’re on the same side, but I will never, ever think of you as nothing more than a difficult chore. Pain for Pride is a big deal to you? This is the biggest match of your career? Cute. I don’t care. I wrestle the same no matter the venue, the opponent or the style they bring to the fight. I am The Professional, a person that will be unfazed and unbowed by the bright lights and loud music and massive crowd. I go into this match knowing that it’s not the end of my career if I’m beaten, but I have the opportunity to do something even more special should I emerge victorious. You and Matsuda and all the rest see this as some sort of desperation grab, the last gasp. I see it as a match that has a favorable stipulation if I win. I know the golden carrot that awaits if I survive the demented rabbits fighting with me over it, but I block that from my mind as much as I can when I prepare. The only way to victory is a strong body, a fierce spirit and a focused mind. I will keep my focus.




My arms may not be long enough to box with the Mistress of Death, but not even you can do much damage if you’re too busy passing out in a choke hold. We are teammates but we are not friends. We, as I’m sure you would agree, will NEVER be friends. Not because of our obvious differences in methods, but your attitude is not someone I will associate with on a long-term basis. I put all of this aside though so that Cloud Matsuda and her Merry Women are annihilated. Then, and only then, will we have our moment to have it out. When I’m done, you’ll be sitting in the backseat of the championship scene again as I drive the bus out of New Jersey as the new top ranked challenger to the EAW Women’s World Champion. 

Here we go again these jealous little punks.... Fifteen minutes of fame? Taking the words out of my mouth for the past couple of months? I have been saying that before you punks became relevant in the title picture. I don't care what jokes you have in mind save them for your little loser party after Friday night and send you home packing in pain. People like Wakefield are going to shit there pants when they step out on that stage Friday night but people like me are used to the bright lights and stressful situations. I am the person that should be on free per view posters because I am the greatest champion of all time, I am the man that's selling out arena's world wide. It makes me sick to my stomach that we were put on the pre-show....let me restate that sentence. It makes me sick to my stomach that I WAS PUT ON THE PRE-SHOW! I AM THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO DOMINATE THE MOST DANGEROUS MATCH IN WRESTLING HISTORY! I WILL MAKE THE ULTIMATE X MATCH MY BITCH AND DOMINATE EVERY SINGLE CHUMP THAT STANDS IN MY WAY, WAKEFIELD, ELITE OR MOONGOOSE! I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS! THEY ARE GOING TO BE IN PAIN FOR A VERY LONG TIME AFTER FRIDAY NIGHT! Look at Wakefield telling the world trying to get the fans behind his back. Telling them "Cheer for me! I go to the gym everyday! I got three lucky wins in the past few weeks!" What a load of crap Wakefield. Let me teach you a lesson on rookie mistakes. Kids arrive here as there a small fish in a big ocean after being a big fish in a small pond. When they arrive here they think they cannot be stopped and they think they are the greatest athlete in the world. Do you know why they do that? It's because they just assume they can leach onto each and every single fan in the stands around them and feed of the energy the crowd is bringing but that never lasts. People always think this run I am having right now with the championship is all luck because I used to lose all the time. I lost because of being just like you Wakefield. When I arrived here and started out on Voltage, I thought the transition from amateur wrestling to pro wrestling what be a piece of cake. I just graduated from developmental and kept releasing anger that had been building up for years but quickly I got a wake up call because I was that big fish in the small pond. The same thing is going to happen to you Wakefield, I DON'T CARE WHO IS GOING TO BE THERE RINGSIDE! I DON'T CARE WHO'S WATCHING AT HOME I AM GOING TO ENJOY HURTING YOU TO THE POINT WHERE YOUR GASPING FOR AIR AND HAVE BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN YOUR FACE BECAUSE I AM GOING TO ENJOY CRUSHING YOUR PAIN FOR PRIDE DREAMS IN HALF, I AM THE MAN THAT'S GOING TO BE STANDING TALL AT THE END OF ULTIMATE X ON THE TOP OF THAT LADDER AND HOLDING ON MY NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP! This public service announcement you are trying to put out each day is an absolute joke. Oh smart ass you say I can't climb a ladder? How about it's been done before and I will do it again this Friday night, goodbye and goodnight Wakefield.









Moongoose the next victim are Wakefield keeps wants to be cracking jokes and dancing around the Dynasty roster like he's the man after defeating Jacob Senn at Burning Desire and yet he failed that next week against DEDEDE. What makes you think you are going to survive in the Ultimate X match and even against The Wrestling Machine? Don't play dumb and say "Ohhh I beat you already, I can do it again." Oh bullshit, I wasn't even trying and you know it. I arrived to get my paycheck and rest up for Pain for Pride X. Why do you think I attacked Wakefield in the number one contenders match instead of you? I thought Wakefield had a better chance at winning then you, I bet Finnegan is smiling at this right now but he's not better then me. His Cinderella story isn't coming true at Metlife Stadium. He is just going to get added to the list along with Chris Paradise, Anthony Leonhart and even Mark Michaels. Moongoose and Wakefield, you are just going to be another name that means nothing to me because face it I am adding more prestige to this title and you wouldn't be able to do the same if you were champion. None of you are going to become champion just like that Chris Elite punk, I will gladly put him to sleep along with Big Mike. I am going to break Jamie O'Hara's record of seven months as the longest reigning champion in history. I am the greatest champion in company history. Keep trying to bring bad points in my life in conversation like getting bullied in middle school, having horrible grandparents because it's only going to get me more angry. I am going to be a caged animal when I walked down the aisle inside Metlife Stadium this Friday night with my title on my shoulder. And after Friday night you can sit in catering for the rest of your careers.....

[size=15]The Extreme Enigma Fatal Fourway Elimination Match @ Pain For Pride, Promo #4[/size]



[size=15]Wednesday, 12:02 A.M., Newark, New Jersey. [/size]


[size=15](The scene opens inside McGovern’s Tavern. It's a slow night for  the small watering hole, nit even a half dozen people, bartender included, sit inside. At the bar sit two men, both in their mid twenties, and both very Inebriated.)[/size]


[size=15]Drunk #1: “I'm telling you it'll be the Jets and the Giants, this is the fucking year I swear.”[/size]


[size=15]Drunk #2: “You say that every goddamn year.  Every year you keep going on and on about the fucking Jets and Giants. So fuck you.”[/size]


[size=15]Drunk #1: “Fuck you too. Pay for this round I gotta take a piss.”[/size]


[size=15](The drunk gets up from his stool and stumbles along towards the back of the bar. Towards a lone individual sitting at a table for two. The drunk passes by blissfully unaware he has passed by the man known as Solomon Caine. Caine sits silently for a moment, as he scratches out a message into the table with a Swiss Army knife. ‘The grave and the glory. The pain and the Pride. One brings about the other.’ It reads as he sticks the knife in the table.)[/size]



[size=15]Caine: “No words are truer. No fact more unshakable. Where one falls, another rises. Where there is slaughter and sacrifice, a great door opens. We see it, the glimmer of the light from the other side. We shall claim the golden key, we shall prepare the path, we shall bring about THE END OF AGES![/size]


[size=15]Have you accepted your fate?  Have you allowed the truth to take root in your mind?  Have your hearts taken hold of all we have spoken?  If so, do as you will. Make merry the short time you have. Do as you please, eat and drink your fill. Lay with any who would have you.  Fill every desire you have , for by week’s end every one of them shall be empty and unsatisfying.  Soon, sooner than you realize, your hunger shall forever Pain you, your thirst shall never be quenched, and no pleasure of the flesh shall ever mask the unrelenting, the unending, the unbearable agony that all of you shall bare for the rest of your days. [/size]


[size=15]We know this, we have seen it eons ago. We saw it again as flesh. As we laid awake, we saw it. We witnessed the fire bringing about a great calamity about this earth. We wept when we saw this world in ruins, we mourned for dead laying in the streets. We gasped at the fate of this world and ran. We ran as far as our body could take us. We ran with all the strength we had left, for we were merely flesh then. The cold, dark night could not cool us from the heat of the fire. We felt it then, it still lingers with us now. We wondered without aim. We hid for hours. We shivered with fear. [/size]

[size=15]Then we heard the truth. [/size]


[size=15]We hear the voice which was unfamiliar, yet sweeter that honey. It called out to us, it guided us. It whispered great secrets that had been hidden away since the dawning of time. It taught us, and  learned how this world had been corrupted to its core. We learned how foul it had turned, and that it was beyond all redemption. The heathens of this earth poisoned it, just as they have poisoned all of you. They made ruined this world, and all who dwell within it. We heard the calling. We set forth to prepare the way. Many a year has passed since that night. A lifetime ago it seems. Now here we are, being made one with that which brought us here.  Their voice our own. My thoughts theirs. [/size]

[size=15]And now we stand ever so close to the key that shall bring about the fire. Bring about the cleansing. Bring about the glorious reign. [/size]

[size=15]We have see this as flesh. We have seen this in eternity before. We see it now with every time our eyes shut!   We shall claim that which we seek. With your Pain, with your suffering, the fall of man begins, and the end of ages brings all that we have foretold. We now made flesh, to build what is to come. To rise up a new world with the sacrifice prepared for us on the great day.  We were once like you, now we are forever. [/size]

[size=15]Oh it shall Target Smiles. It shall. Do your ears not hear?  If they do, than what good would it do for us speak differently?  What good would it do for us to deceive you, and bid you tidings of fair weather, when the storm clouds gather over your head?  What use would it be to coddled you and azure you of your well being?  Such deception lies not within us. You demand effigy, and evidence of all we intend to bring down upon you. Our words of warning are enough.  We need not use an effigy, for that is all you yourself are Target Smiles. All that we have spoken, all that we are about to do onto you, it is all an example for the eyes of the masses to see. You are but an example of what this world shall soon bare witness to. The terrible horrors you suffer, are but the smallest taste of what is to come. [/size]

[size=15]We need not do anymore than speak of our intentions and then bring them about upon the altar[/size]

[size=15]You claim yourself to be a good man. What do you know of good and evil?  For even that most deplorable of heathens, ones whom are despised by all, they think themselves good men.  No even the greatest wretch believes himself to be his own hero, to be his own savior.  He is in deed his own stumbling block. He brings about his own damnation, for each who exalts himself, so too does he condemn himself. Such is the order of all whom belong to this world. Such is reaction of the vain and greedy filth that have soiled this world. Such is the way of your kind Target Smiles. [/size]


[size=15]That is why it is of the utmost arrogance that you speak of whom you have conquered. That is why it is of the utmost foolishness to have declared so, with no thought of the repercussions. You pay No mind as to whom might seek you out, that they might stake their own claim for glory upon your body. You consider not the future. You may have proven yourself in battle, but as we told you, with every rise, there is a fall.  That fall shall come for you by week’s end Target Smiles. It shall come swiftly, without remorse. And regardless of what you may do or say, nothing can alter your fate.  That is no illusion. [/size]

[size=15]Bring yourself forth, and we promise that you shall not wear a smile. No, you shall cry as bitterly as a widow. You shall mourn for yourself as you would your beloved. You shall fall upon your knees and beg for an ending to the nightmare you shall live thru. You shall wonder this world, cursing fate for ever bringing you before us.  And when you are broken, the ones who smile with you, shall be broken too. [/size]

[size=15]Tarah Nova. Where have you hidden yourself away to?  Did you not question our perceived silence?  Why is it now that you dare not utter a word?  Have you lost your nerve?  Has fear taken hold of you so strongly that you cannot draw even a breath to speak a single syllable?!  Tarah, tell us it is not so. Tell us that you shall meet your end with a semblance of strength. That the best women could offer up, would meet her end with a the smallest sliver of dignity. Rise up and fight!  Let those who follow you witness your best. Let the eyes of those who adore you weep with cause when they realize it shall not be enough to save them. Tarah Nova do so, for we so look forward to seeing you at Pain For Pride. We wish to gaze upon you before we grant you the ultimate ending. [/size]

[size=15]Make us not pity you further. For already you have fallen from any hope of redemption, already you have forfeited a kingdom to rule over. Make us not desire to see you treated as the lowest of worms, make us not forget the great potential that was once inside you. Remind us why it must be you whom we are to sacrifice upon the altar. Why it is your body that must test this flesh and make us whole. Rise up that which slayed a great multitude on this day. Take your position atop the mountain.  Slay she who stands in your way. Rend her flesh, pummel her into submission, be the monster that we have made you to be. Ascend to the Throne which you desire so. Do so for when we bring about your downfall, a great many shall witness every terrible second. Serve your ultimate purpose, that is your destiny. [/size]

[size=15]Come Tarah, for there is something within you that reminds us of ourself. Something long forgotten within our flesh. Something stirs about within you and we wish to see it revived and made alive within you.  A pained beast, weak from starvation. A caged animal with the greatest desire to be set free. The thirst for blood of the conquered it lays within you. We wish for you to indulge in it. Be not the coward you are now. Be not the one who time and again has been laid to waste. Be the monster. [/size]

[size=15] Bring yourself forward Tarah Nova. For as we discovered long ago, the fire cannot be stoped. The fall of empires cannot be held back. You shall play your part in all we have designed, your legacy shall be a great part of the world we are building, and no covering can hide you,  no hole is deep enough to keep you from our grasp. Just as we reached out and grasped this flesh and brought it to do all we desired, so too shall you fall in line with all we have willed to be. [/size]


[size=15]And you Ryan Marx, do you ponder again all we have spoken?  Have you reflected properly upon their truth?  Do you see the cracks in your high pillars forming beneath your feet?!  How worthless your great questions of the universe have become.  None matter for the emptiness of this life has been made plan for all to see. All of man’s strife and labor, all his achievements and accolades, all his villainy and greed. All of it rendered meaningless. Those who follow your philosophy, they follow you into the tomb you have built for yourself. They blindly follow a one eyed man. They whole heartedly accepted your half truths, and feasted upon your lies. Now you must bare the consequences. Now you must be held liable for every one of their heads. [/size]

[size=15]How enlightened are you now? With a mind aware of all that actually surrounds you, with eyes that have had the vale lifted from them.  Do you now see that the only Pain, the only true pain, is that which haunts you every night, and chases you every day. Pain that comes from not just the loss of self, or those who follow you. But loss of meaning, loss of significance. The pain that comes when you realize that all you do, and say, and think, and believe, all of it is without hope, for it shall all lay crushed before your feet. [/size]

[size=15]Ryan, you speak of giving blood for gold. This concept you shall learn exceedingly well, for it shall be your blood that is offered up in exchange for the golden key. Oh yes, you shall learn. You shall learn when we gouge out your eyes. When we rip that evil tongue from your mouth!  When we tear away the flesh from the bones. You claim to crave these things, and we shall give you your fill and more!  [/size]

[size=15]What we do to your body, shall ruin and shatter your mind. What we are bringing forth shall lay you in the deepest darkest grave, where none of what you have said or written shall ever escape from. We are coming to end you Ryan Marx. All of you. Your words. Your spirit. Your body. Your mind. We are coming to claim all of it, and set it ablaze with the rest of you. We are coming to Bring true enlightenment to all the world, as unpleasant as it may be. All that you know Ryan, it shall be wiped away in awful moment that shall bring even the mightiest to weeping. Your high pillars, your disciples, your enlightenment shall be nothing more than ash. It is the way it shall be, the way it always was. [/size]

[size=15]Let those who should Grieve, do so now. Let those whom care for you, begin their mourning. Let those who hold you as a savior and king, let them speak well of you while they may, for soon, the stain you have left upon this world shall be lifted. Soon the eyes of the world will bare witness to everything we have foretold. [/size]



[size=15]Step forward you three condemned since the day of your birth. Our time grows near. All that we have awaited is but a stone’s throw away. We shall make this world right. We shall see the cleansing turn these wretched pieces of filth, turn to dust on the great and terrible day. The day we rejoice in its coming. The day we mourn for the masses of the world. The day that we have been anticipating since before the foundation of the earth was set. Our servant shall become us, we shall become him. Our glorious reign shall rule forever.”[/size]


[size=15](The sound of a door opening is heard in the background.) [/size]

[size=15]Caine: “All that we have spoken, it shall soon be made so. Target smiles. Here is your effigy.”[/size]


[size=15](Caine springs out of his seat and clotheslines the drunk just as he comes near Caine’s table. The drunk lands hard on the floor, though still groggy he rolls over and tries to get back to his feet. He makes it just off his belly before Caine punts kicks him in the skull.  The drunk’s drinking buddy charges at Caine, but gets caught in the gut with a stiff boot. Soon he joins his friend in being unconscious on the floor after Caine drives his skull into it with the End Of Ages.  Caine is back up quickly and shoots a look to the bartender, who takes off before any harm can come to him.   [/size]

[size=15]Caine silently and slowly walks out the bar and into the night.)[/size]



[size=15]The End is Near. [/size]

 
Is there a really good way to verbalize laughing out loud? Maybe just saying it, right? That’s what I’ve done after reading both of the Cameron’s last two messages. First off, get this everybody, if I was really over what happened to me at Grand Rampage, when I lost my title, I wouldn’t be in this match in the first place. Get a fucking load of that. That’s unreal. I’m here, because I belong here. Three women are fighting to prove which is the best in this division right now. If I wasn’t in this match it would be an absolute fucking travesty. Because I am the best in this division and I’m the only one who’s truly proven that since the Women’s Championship existed. Rematch clause, get a load of this bitch. As if those even existed. I learned better with the Specialist’s title. Cleopatra, can I get a rematch for the Women’s Championship? I think the match with Cameron would be awesome. No? Why not? Because you’re a dumb hick bitch who makes decisions that make absolutely zero sense? Fine! I’ll make you put me in the match. You just can’t stand that some things just aren’t all about you. Am I angry when I see the title on your shoulder? Of course. I’m never going to be content when the title is not around my waist or resting on my shoulder. And even then, I’ll never be completely satisfied. This anger you seem to think is all towards you. It’s spread out amongst this match. I don’t hate you because you cashed in on me. That just made me dislike you a little bit more. I hate you because you’re a narcissistic, smug bitch that walks around like there should constantly be some sort of parade in your glory. That’s the primary reason I want to kick your face in and watch the glory fade.
 
I don’t know if I’ll ever consider someone like you to be a leader of this division. Is it because you did stuff once? Is it because there was a time where the division was just you? We all get it, you were here a long time ago. We all get it! You’ve been here longer than the rest of us. Newsflash, that doesn’t make you better. Even as a Hall of famer, you just have to accept that once in a great while the next generation of fighters is just going to be better than you. Winning the Empire Cup and being smart enough to cash in on a vulnerable champion doesn’t make you the best. By that logic, Stephanie Matsuda was the best after she defeated Heart Break Gal in the Specialist’s Grand Rampage. She defeated almost the entire Vixen’s roster to win that title. Who is the best anyways? It’s such a flexible week to week term that it’s going to change. The only constant within that is that you will never be the best. Not again. Not anymore. Because this new group just outclasses you in so many ways. That’s why it’s so humorous to me when you come at me with some kind of weak shit about how my time has come and gone or I’m about to be dropped to a role where there’s nothing left for me. We all know if things weren’t going just good enough for you in Empire, you’d probably leave like you did before. The one admirable thing about you is that you did return back to your roots when the division got good again. You did decide to throw your hat back in the ring and when the rest of the OG’s peaced out or died or whatever, you remained here to see it out until the end. But that only makes one part of your fake self admirable, and I question if that’s even real. Who knows the hidden motivations behind everything you do. When I saw you were joining the OG’s, I asked myself why. Why? Why did it make sense for you to form an alliance with them. You question mine, but why them? What did they do for you? From an outside perspective, so I’m telling you the rest of the Empire girls thought this, why was Cam playing second fiddle to those two? Why had Cameron dropped down to such a level where she needed to be lackey No. 2 to Kendra? I’ll give you credit, you survied that match by attrition. One of them got fed up and left and the other, well, whatever. So do I see you as a leader after all of that? Not a chance in hell.
 
I’m not surprised about anything you do Cameron. But to be honest, I’m a little surprised that you expect us to give you so much respect when you do nothing but play the big bitch in return. I suppose you expect us to fall to our knees and beg you for something? I’d guess you think since you are a living legend we should have some sort of unconditional love for you or something? You’ve just never exactly given that back. Until just this week, when I’m talking to you, when have you ever heard me tell you that your time in this company is running out? When have you ever heard me say there’s no place for you anymore? You’re just a huge disappointment? No one likes you? I’ve never said those things about you until this week. That’s because I did have respect for you, until I realized before that last Empress of Elite tournament that you just saw me as a nuisance in your way. Your whole strategy then was to poke fun and prod and try to point out every flaw in my career you could to somehow create this illusion that you’re so much better than me that there’s no possible way I could ever find a way to come out on top over you. But it failed then, miserably I might add. It’s going to fail now, too. You’ve been around this world and put on some amazing fucking matches. You’ll be part of an all-time at Pain for Pride, but I assure you I don’t have it in me to allow you to leave this show with the ability to call yourself the face of Empire. So I say to you. Sure, be like every basic bitch that was here before me or Aria and continue to feed us the same bullshit rhetoric. You’ve been here before and you’ve already done this. I’ve never said you don’t deserve to be in this spot. You’re the damn women’s Champion. You rightfully deserve to have a title match. All I’m saying is three of the bests are going into that ring and I don’t see you coming up anything but third in that list. People can think what they want. They can love and admire you for your longevity. They can adore Aria for her spirit and candor. But they can deal with me as their Women’s Champion. Because that’s how it’s going to be, Cammy.
 
The glory of the EAW Network, by the way, is that the whole world can go back and see when I asked for ideas and resources for the match at Malicious Intentions. I asked two legends their idea for dealing with a triple threat match when one person was going to clearly cheat with a manager. But… y’all did your own thing. It’s ancient history. Just like I’ve already mentioned a million fucking times regarding your precious cash in for the Women’s title. It happened. I don’t drive a fucking time machine around and try to change the past. I mold the future. That’s why what you did then really has no affect on this match past your status. Rematch clauses are fake in EAW, time machines don’t exist and I only know how to fight you until you can’t fight any more. And come Sunday I will be the Women’s Champion. What will you do? I can’t even begin to pretend to care.
 
Aria, I won’t cop to anything but the truth. Everything that Cleopatra says is a lie. All of the things that Cameron says in line with Cleopatra are just ignorant bliss. It works so much better for your story when you add in these little details about how things are happening as they were suppose to happen. So you get it. Aria should be one to ask after all, where’s my rematch for the Vixen’s Championship? Oh, that’s right. That question was voided all together as it often is here. The only wrong I’m really trying to right, though, is I didn’t get a chance to fight back. I understand how the cash-in works and I’m tired enough of hearing the plastic asshole explain it like I don’t. But she wants to be the champion and not really act like it. She acts like I abused my power as champion in some way, like I wasn’t defending it all the time. And then she tries to pass off a match against La Diva as a real thing and then rub that in our faces. I don’t think Cameron understands how much I cared about the Women’s Championship, and definitely not the Specialist’s Maybe you do. For me there was also a certain bit of responsibility. Nothing ever goes exactly the way you want, but when it leaves your hands you want people to see it as better than it was before. I’m not sure I got that with the title. Sure, I beat Sheridan without really playing as many mind games as Cameron believes. But then it was Cloud. Then it was OG’s acting a fool. And then, Cam did her thing. Yeah, nothing is meant to last forever, but we’re never ready for it to end either. One thing you know better than her, is my ability to pick my shit back up and get ready for the next one. You saw it in person last year after Pain for Pride. Not that you weren’t doing a good job on your own side. But I was avoiding random social obligations with friends like partying or just hanging out in exchange for training more and more. The result, I think, is that I’m one of the strongest females on this roster and one of the best-conditioned. Everyone wants to know why I seem tog et up from so much or why I can be so hard to put away? For one I’m stubborn as hell. But secondly I put in all that time and I continue to because I never want to stop doing whatever it takes to ensure I’m operating at the top level possible. Maybe that just makes me sound like some kind of constantly oiled machine, but I love being in the ring so much that I don’t know any other way. I’d wrestle my ass off in an empty arena for the title, I don’t even care. That ring is where I’m most at home. But we understand the same things. Our paths are so similar, even in their slight differences. I was never a contender for the Vixen’s title. I won Empress of Elite just to get a shot. And all these people getting shots around me? I’d beaten them all. Nope, no one wanted to give Cailin the time of day. That might be where we differ sometimes. When I do want something, I do go and take it more often than not. And when I say it’s going to happen like I’m saying this week, rarely have I been wrong.
 
The stakes are so high this week you can just feel it coming from each and everyone of us. The desire taking us places where we’re willing to kill each other with our words before we even take a step into that ring. Yet Cameron is playing the role of the ultimate villain and you the one of the hero. I’m not sure exactly where that puts me in this scenario, but I do my own brand of vigilante justice is enough to trump whatever shit either one of you have planned for this. Her especially.  And I think that pisses her off the most. The fact that you took a turn out of your rotation of messages to really go in directly at her is not something she really appreciates all that much. And the idea you’ve casted and that I’ve sort of run with that she’s just the odd one out in what is really a cleverly designed way to matchup me and you for this title for the third time, that one just makes her furious. I have little doubt in her ability. I have zero doubts in yours. But I pick up just the slightest bit of hesitation with you. There’s this sort of mutual respect between us that still exist despite all the shit we’ve been through. Most will point to Sirens or Formation and try to come to some conclusion even though it didn’t really work that way. For one, Formation wasn’t really a group so much as it was a common feeling between three women who were asked to work together frequently. It’s not like we were showing up backstage on a routine basis and making these plans at domination. Hardly. We were still primarily doing our own shit until the idea wore out and Stephanie hit me with a chair. And Sirens? Fuck all that noise. Everyone was hesitant at that, but we thought someone might as well fight back against the two bitches trying to play queen and Corgi Ella Ava they were dragging along with them. I always admire how people try to pluck the slightest ideas from that and cast judgment like they have any fucking idea. I don’t regret my past. But I also can’t completely see the future. We are all of our mistakes and they play into our strengths and our weaknesses. But we’re also our accomplishments and when they happened. A lot has changed since Cameron went into the Hall of Fame five years ago. This isn’t even close to the same EAW. By the same token, you don’t feel like the same Aria Jaxon. Hell, in January you came with the slightest bit of extra fire at me. But now maybe you just feel so powerful or so far ahead that it almost seems like you’re trying to coast. Not on my watch though. Maybe there’s some love between us, but there’s no hesitation from me to snuff you out and leave all of your hopes and dreams to die. Is that because there’s a lack of respect? Nah, it’s just because I care a whole hell of a lot more about me winning then seeing you celebrate and reach out and try to shake my hand at a job well done. I don’t think we’re in that place anymore. And while Cameron might not be ready for what’s coming, I’m not sure you are either. This isn’t the same Cailin you had beat last time or the time before it or whatever. The past is practically irrelevant when we all stand in there together this weekend. It’s just a war that only one warrior can win. And the heat I bring to this match will be too much for both of you to withstand.
 
And if it does come down to me and you, then all is probably right in the world. I’ve honestly felt robbed by everything. I wanted better with my reign. But allowing the OG’s to meddle was probably the biggest mistake. They were relentless. Our sins caught up with us both in January. Cloud… I never saw coming. And even in February, I should’ve known but I didn’t. I’m a fighter. I’d fight you right now if you asked for it. If Cameron wanted to be the Women’s Champion she could’ve asked and I would have beaten her right then and there and just mocked her every time she tried to bring the weak shit with her knock out punch. With Cameron, I’ve had all the right answers when we’ve fought each other. With you… it’s been different. I’ll admit that you’ve won between us a lot. And that you were just as robbed as I felt robbed earlier this year. But none of that really plays into what goes down between us in this match. Cameron will bring new questions in and things will change. I’m just more confident, as I think you are, that we’ll both have everything we need to kick her ass. It’s not because she’s some terrible fighter. I don’t sense the same desire from her that I feel out of you and me. That’s part of the reason you don’t have the same malicious intent for me that we do for her, or that she has for both of us. But even your unintentionally cruelty toward me wouldn’t be enough to put me under water. You can both try to hold me under there, but you know I’m just going to fight my way right back to the surface, right back up to my feet and start taking you on all over again. You’ve been here for two years. In two years you will have fought for the top prize in this division on the top show. There’s no reason to believe this won’t be your spot every year. You’re at the top of the game even when you don’t have a belt. You have the respect of this whole company even when you’re not the champion. You’re right that people take me more seriously when I’m the champion. But I’m not doing this for them. I’m not doing it to silence other people. I’m doing it for me because it’s what I want. It’s what I’ve always wanted since I started watching wrestling. You keep telling me all week the same message. For yours to come true, mine have to be put on ice. The crazy thing is that I almost think you expect me to just accept that. You keep saying it so much. You’re clearly trying to drive it home. But let me drive this home to you. Just because you’ve been so wronged doesn’t mean you deserve this to be right. The past doesn’t just get to decide what the present should be. If you say the predictions of this match will be wrong, well, that’s tough shit for you. Think that through clearly Ms. Fan favorite. That means your dreams are a ship about to sink to the bottom of the ocean. And mine are not only going to come true, but they’re the iceberg that’s about to cause your imminent destruction.
 
I keep hearing about dreams and the past and the history and the accolades, but the truth is everything will be different in this match. We’re just three powder kegs ready to burst. The one that lasts the longest might very well be the one that’s on top. I don’t care if you were born to be in this match or it was your destiny to walk into Pain for Pride as the Women’s Champion. My fists and my feet don’t give a fuck about either one, and they decide the outcome of this match. They are the reason I’ll be the winner of this legendary match.

[size=15]The 24/7 Battle Royal @ Pain For Pride, Promo #4[/size]


[size=15](The scene opens inside Savarese MMA in East Rutherford New Jersey. It's here that we find EAW’s Social Media Champion, “Picture Perfect” Mark Michaels, in the middle of his workout. Michaels stands in the middle of the training mat, as his sparing partners rush at him. The first gets back body dropped, the next rushes quickly and swings with a clothesline. Michaels ducks under it and counters with a forward Russian leg sweep.  The third grabs Michaels from behind in a waist lock, but Michaels slips out with a standing switch and snaps off a beautiful German Suplex. Michaels pops back up to his feet to catch the fourth with a Screen cracker. A fifth is able to get Michaels by the feet while he's on the ground. But Michaels is able to kick him off and get back to his feet. The sparing partner throws a kick to the mid section, Michaels catches it, and spins him around before planting him with a picture perfect.)[/size]

[size=15]Trainer (off screen): “Time!”[/size]

[size=15](Michaels picks himself up off the mat, and begins to towel off before addressing the camera.)[/size]


[size=15]Michaels: “As you see, I'm prepared for the chaos that is sure to ensue in the 24/7 battle royal. Hell I’m betting that I could win this one with one hand tied behind my back. But that hasn't given a even a moment’s pause of all the chit chat horse shit that comes out of the mouths of every single one of these dickheads who are gonna stand in my ring and do fuck all until I toss their asses out over the top. So I am making it my personal mission to shut everyone o f their fucking mouths by the time we get to Pain For Pride. So if you'll allow me, my dear followers, I'd like you to try and hear me out as I break down every reason that I'm gonna kick everyone’s ass in the 24/7 battle royal, and be the one standing tall at the end. [/size]


[size=15]And to all you jackasses might wanna take a good long listen as well, because after Pain For Pride, I'd really hate to have to p.m. Every single one of you an ‘I told you so’[/size]


[size=15]I'll start with one of the rookies I suppose. Namely Johnny Nova. Now John I understand your new here and still learning everyone's name, but for the love of god, at least learn the names of the people who your facing. I mean Solomon Caine isn't in this match, he's in that Extreme Enigma Fourway. And it's a good thing to, because I'm betting he'd tear your ass to shreds just for looking his way if he was. Now an interesting thing happened when I was listing to you mumble about your pipe dream of winning this battle royal. I couldn't help but get the the feeling you confused me, with Caine. Me, the undisputed Social Media Champion, the picture of perfection, the best looking man in EAW, the sport of professional wrestling, and the planet earth. With that with that ugly, morose looking mother fucker. Son I should kick the ever loving shit out of you on principle for such slander. I mean I’m the biggest, and brightest burning star in EAW. How far up is your head up your ass to get me confused with that fugly son of a bitch?!  [/size]

[size=15]I was gonna take it easy on you Johnny, but right now, I'm feeling like I should introduce myself to you personally at Pain For Pride, by kicking your ass from pillar to post. I'm sure then you'll know exactly who I am. You’ll find out first hand that I'm not just some washed up fuck living off his old achievements. Oh no, I'm the man who is the leader of the next generation in EAW. I am the man who is coming to Pain For Pride to take hold of just that contract, but the championship gold it gives an opportunity for, and my rightful place as the new face of EAW. I've been meandering here for two years. I've been railroaded time and again by management, and I’ve been screwed over by Michaels Envy suffering shits. But that is all going to change at Pain For Pride, and some doofus who just walked in the door isn't gonna say otherwise. [/size]



[size=15]Jon McAdams, I'm glad that you'd want to be my newest Friend, follower, and Subscriber on social media. I'm happy that you offered me a spot in that crappy little treehouse club you got on voltage. But when you talk about people not being intimidated, I'd think it be best for you to keep that mouth of yours shut tight, because in all the time you’ve been here your greatest accomplishment has been being Mike Showman’s bitch.  From your mediocre run as hardcore champion, to getting your ass handed to you by two guys who are actually fighting each other this weekend, everything has been done with you living in the shadow of Mike Showman. Your like a really shitty robin, always there by his side, needing him to bail you out of a jam, getting your ass handed to you by everybody but the lowest, bargain basement talent. Say what you will about my time here in EAW, at least I was never someone else’s hanger on. Why don't you quit with the bromance you have over there on Sunday nights, let's see how much of a survivor you really are. Let's see what happens to Jon McAdams when he doesn't have anyone's coat tails to ride. If anything I'm guessing it's gonna turn out the same way it is at Pain For Pride when I toss your lackluster lackey ass right over the top rope!  [/size]

[size=15]Theron Nikolas, how have you been under my radar?  Well actually it's not that hard because after about the third word out of your mouth it all just becomes background noise with you. You know you said something the other day, and I was gonna let it slide because who really gives a fuck what you have to say about anything. and I mean anything. Like if you found the link between Trump and Russia, or found out that Jimmy Hoffa was buried under MetLife Stadium, no one would really give two shits. But now that a few days have gone by, and your mouth runs more than a two dollar whore, speaking of which say hi to your mom, I decided to set you straight on a few things. First off the last time I had an honest to goodness one on one title match, I was seconds away from my first championship in EAW. Than some Michaels envy suffering jackass, much like yourself, decided to run down and spear me. I got the dq, but I didn't get the belt. Since then Ive had to jump thru hoops like Hell’s Warpath, or being saddled with Anthony Leonhart in that so that our current New Breed Champion had someone he could pin. I've been screwed so many times, someone should have hit oil by now. But that is gonna change at Pain For Pride. After I'm done dispatching with all you peons, I'm gonna cash in that contract, and with one Screen Cracker, right a terrible wrong. So come at bro, I'll be happy to send you sailing first class on the end of my boot over the top rope, all the way to the far side of the Jersey shore. I'll be more than happy to hand you your first loss here in EAW because as good as you are, there's no such thing as better than Perfect. [/size]


[size=15]Now Scott Diamond, not a whole lot to there. I mean career wise. Your back, and you're trying to get one more moment in the spotlight. Your hungry, but mother fucker I'm starving. You had your moment or two, and now it's time for you to stand aside. And if you won't do so of your own accord, well then I'll just have to kick your overgrown ass till you do so. Your time has come and gone Scotty, mine is about to begin. Or to put it simply for your mongoloid head to understand, you're the past, I am the future. So yes you should be honored to share the ring with me, because I'm the only thing that's making you relevant right now. I’m the guy who the entire world will be watching from the moment the bell rings!  I'm the guy making your nostalgia pop possible. So go on ahead, and send your gratitude in the form of shout-out on social media, and I'll allow you to bow out gracefully. But try me in that ring, and I promise that I'll ship you back to wrestlers retirement home faster than a humming bird takes a shit!  [/size]


[size=15]And Darkane… how the fuck did I get into a debate about Kurt Cobain with this guy?  I tried using an analogy, to explain to him that his career will be dead and buried the moment he corsses paths with me, and this mother fucker just decides to share some fucking trivia. Than he tries to deny his piss fetish by going on and on about it. And then the stupidest thing to ever come out of his mouth, and that's saying something, pops out. He said that I'm not motivated by that 24/7 contract. I'm astonished. I had no idea the I.Q. Level could get so low in EAW. Darkane, you better bet on your life that the 24/7 contract means more to me than oxygen at this point. It means so much to me that I don't care what I have to do, or who I have to do it to to win it!  Rest assured, I will be fighting tooth and nail to be the last man standing in ring when that final bell rings. Nothing and nobody is gonna be able to keep me from doing so. [/size]


[size=15]Especially not some rich kid who thinks daddy’s money is gonna buy him a way out of the ass kicking he’s gonna get for even thinking about stepping into my ring. For someone as good at analyzing his opponents, you sure as hell haven't bothered to take a look around and analyze the situation your heading into. You don't have to worry about any of the has beens, or any of the other rookies who are coming into this one totally unprepared like you are. You don't even have to worry about those so called contenders who everyone is debating over which one they think is gonna win. No, you've got to worry about me, because I am going on a tear the second that bell rings. I am going to cut thru mother fuckers like a red hot knife thru butter. I’m fixing to Be a man on fire, a roaring inferno in the that ring, and every last one of you rat bastards are gonna get torched by me. [/size]



[size=15]That goes for you too Kaise. Look, I can feel for you and your goddamn son stories. But come Pain For Pride none of that is gonna matter. See I don't care if you're in this match to a avenge your wife, or stick it to god, or just to try and photobomb me as all my followers snap pics of me tossing out one jackass after another. Simply put, your in the wrong place at the wrong time. Seems to be the story of your life. Now I get that your royally pissed about what happened to your wife and daughter, but just think of them looking down from heaven, watching me dominate this 24/7 battle royal. Brings a smile to my face, how bout you?[/size]


[size=15]And for the rest of you, the Azumi Gotos, the Sheridan Mullers, The Carson Ramsey's, and all the rest. Just know that wether I mention you by name or not, you're all about to crossed off the hashtag Hit list at Pain For Pride. All of you are about to see that there isn't a man or woman alive who can compare to the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the hashtag hero who the world will be cheering for in loud, thunderous voices. The man who will step up and provide The greatest moment that Metlife Stadium has ever seen. Greater than an Odell Beckham one handed touchdown catch. Greater than the Super Bowl halftime show. Great than… well I was gonna say something about the Jets, but they suck almost as much as my opponents do. [/size]

[size=15]At Pain For Pride, you all are gonna see the single greatest professional athlete to ever lace a pair of boots, standing in a flood of flashing camera lights, with his hand raised high. You will see exactly why I am Picture Perfect when I am the last man standing, oh yeah, you're all gonna Picture THAT![/size]


[size=15]Now excuse me, I have to get back to my workout.”[/size]



[size=15](Michaels takes his place in the middle of the mat as the trainer blows his whistle.)[/size]




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

Considering the pain in the ass it is at times to get stuff posted without a mod present as well as the main site being under construction, I'll post Google Docs links to the Empire Eight rankings for Empire here until the main site is running properly again or in the case I can't find a mod to post them.

#3 and #4 were turned into a combo edition: 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HEaGNZtWRvXJfyDQHgX2wf_Ra7xBpfoGfLUSkcLD8lw/edit?usp=sharing

#5 will be added shortly.

You mad Aren? Huh? You mad that we finally decoded you and your little partner? You mad that you are simply unable to keep up with us? Well to that I say, a job well done. I mean, here you are, a former EAW Champion, the former face of the Voltage brand acting all childish and naïve in front of two guys who are not even one year old in EAW. Here you are, dropping those f bombs while talking to us, the guys whom you never considered to be much of a threat and so yeah, that’s a success for the People with Class. You see Aren, this is the real power of the People with Class. You try to damage us or make fun of us, we will hit you back so hard that it would leave you frustrated, mad and sometimes even speechless just like your ‘friend’ Nasir Moore is right now. I mean, we hit him so hard that he is probably hiding somewhere while shedding tears and regretting the day he decided to interfere with our business. We told you Aren, we told you more than once that the consequences of coming in our way won’t be sweet. We told you that once you get involved with us, your life will change forever and that won’t be for the best but you, you did not pay attention to any of that. You and your ‘pal’ Nasir Moore thought it would be totally ‘cool’ and ‘heroic’ to attack us but guess what, this isn’t a place for a hero, this is a place for a winner and so you and your ‘partner’ will have to suffer some heavy consequences.

But yeah, let’s play around some more shall we? Now Aren, you think that after the purpose is over we will just implode? We will fight amongst ourselves? Dude, you haven’t been paying attention have you? I said before that we are not just a ‘team’, we are friends….wait, we are not even ‘just friends’, we are best friends. Ever since the day I joined this company, there is one man whom I have called ‘friend’ and his name is Jon McAdams. I mean, there is so much in common between us that sometimes I really wonder how we are not real life brothers. But yeah, just like real best friends, we help each other in our times of need and when it’s time to celebrate, we do it together and in the best places may I add. Teams, they might break and implode and explode and do all that shit but friends? Nope, they stay together no matter what the circumstance is and face everything together. So yeah, this is the reason why we will never implode Aren and that is the reason why you will never see us fight no matter how much you try to plant the seeds of distrust between us. Yeah, I have noticed that effort both from you and your ‘pal’ Nasir and truth be told it’s really fun to see you guys try. Things like ‘McAdams is better in this’ or ‘Showman is winning but you are not’ or even ‘You would be so much better if you were alone’ is such a treat to hear especially since it fails every single time. But please, please don’t stop with those now. Please do go on with all those ‘dividers’ because we need the amusement that comes out from that especially now because going up against someone like you and Nasir really robs all the fun from wrestling.

Aren, I don’t need your attention, I don’t fucking care about your attention. Like I said, you are beneath me now and I don’t give a shit about people who are beneath me. But hey, if you want a fight within a fight, I am ready to go. If you want to have a one on one fight in the midst of the tag team battle then let’s do it. You see, I am ready to knock you down once again just like I did on Voltage a couple of weeks back and then pin you to give my team the victory. I am ready to show you once again that when it comes to talent you have none and all your achievements thus far has been nothing but a fluke. Is it tiring? Hell yeah it is but if you consider that pinning you would finally put a stop to the bullshit of the so called ‘Connection’, I ready to give one last effort in order to eradicate the pests from Voltage and make the yellow brand great again. So yeah, be serious, be ready and bring out everything you got but trust me when it’s all over, it won’t be the end of the People with Class but it will be the crowning of the undisputed rulers of the Voltage brand.

Have a nice day!

Less then twenty-four hours. Twenty-fours and counting till I grace the Barclay's Center with my presence. I am going to walk into Brooklyn as the New Breed Champion and walk out the New Breed Champion plain and simple. People don't believe me? Time and time again I warned you back at Reckless Wiring I would take the title. Check I DID THAT! I warned all of you I would retain the title against Chris Paradise, CHECK I DID THAT! I WARNED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU I WOULD RETAIN THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS TITLE IN COMPANY HISTORY AGAINST THAT SCUMBAG ANTHONY LEONHART, CHECK I DID JUST THAT! Now I have warned you for not only days but weeks now I would sit at top of the throne at Pain for Pride X STILL New Breed Champion! What makes you think I am just going to drop like a fly at Burning Desire? WELL I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR ALL OF YOU PEOPLE, I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE THE TITLE! I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE MY TITLE! I am not going to let some little boy that tries to roar like a lion or a man that lives off his social media followers disgrace this division! I am trying to make this division but you stupid people aren't getting it through your little skulls. Don't you idiots realize that our main event spot is getting taken? DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT THE EXECUTIVES STILL LIKE TO PLAY WITH OLD TOYS? ONE BY ONE, MORE AND MORE OLD TALENT THAT CAN'T HANG WITH THE REST OF US DECIDE TO TAKE OUR MAIN EVENT SPOT AND RELY ON THERE HISTORY! THEY THINK THEY CAN STILL BE IN THERE PRIME BUT THEY CAN'T HANG WITH ANY OF US. THEY CAN'T HANG WITH THE WRESTLING MACHINE, THEY CAN'T HANG WITH THE RULER OF THE NEW BREED DIVISION! THEY CAN'T HANG WITH ME!! It blows my damn mind how much people say I keep destroying this division but you fools refuse to realize is that I am trying to make this division amazing. Yet all of you get in my way and make me very angry so you have to feel the pain. You have to feel the pain I faced as a young boy and tomorrow night you two will face the biggest pain of your life. Within a few hours, the sixty-ninth day in the greatest title reign in company history will continue and day seventy will come shortly after I send both of you to the hospital. Both of you have claimed several times that you are suddenly more dangerous? What have you been doing? Screaming like a tiger in the mirror? Gaining more confidence because you're getting more social media followers? Both of you are absolute jokes and it blows my mind that Monroe choose you two to face someone like me at a super-show for the biggest title in our sport today. I am on a bigger level then you, I am a former NCAA Division I Champion for a reason. The longest reigning champion in history! DO YOU REALIZE I TRAIN EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE? I DON'T LOOK AT MY SOCIAL MEDIA FOLLOWERS AND JUST LIFT AT THE GYM?! I TRAIN WITH MY COACHES AND THAT'S THE REASON I AM THE GREATEST NEW BREED CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!

Here we go with these elementary school jokes about my expensive suits! Come on bring them out more! I would love to just laugh straight at them because quite frankly you should be carrying my bags after tomorrow night because I am going to end your life! Your wrestling dreams will come to an end as I beat you and Anthony to a bloody pulp. I will broke your bones and make you scream for your parents. You think not being on the Pain for Pride Nine card last year was bad for you? I am going to do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO MAKE SURE TO CRUSH YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS OF BECOMING CHAMPION! YOU HAVE ALL THE HYPE IN THE WORLD THE LAST FEW WEEKS BUT GUESS WHAT? YOU ARE JUST LIKE LEONHART, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS DIVISION, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS COMPANY! Your fifteen minutes of fame are going to come to an end and I will stand tall over you and then I will laugh because I will say "I TOLD YOU SO!" I will keep getting advice from soon to be Hall of Famer Scott Oasis because he is the one that taught me everything I know today. He taught me how to be great, he taught me to be champion. The smell of jealously is coming straight from you Michaels. You wish you had all my money, you wish you were as good as a wrestler. YOU WISH YOU WERE CHAMPION, BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! I AM THE BEST WRESTLER EVER AND TOMORROW NIGHT I MAKE BOTH OF YOU SUFFER!

Burning Desire Promo #4


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(The scene opens on the patio of a loft suite that overlooks the skyline of Brooklyn, New York. It's here as the late hanging sun begins to set, that we find EAW's self proclaimed Undisputed Social Media Champion, "Picture Perfect" Mark Michaels, framed in a selfie that shows off his 'Ismo' by Hugo Boss dress shirt, his gold rimmed Gucci Aviator sunglasses, and his million dollar grin.)

Michaels: "You know something followers, as I was being driven back from a killer gym session, I had some time to think. I thought about just how amazing it is gonna be when I take center stage at Burning Desire. I thought about how the crowd will be going so wild when I pick up the one, two, three, that the noise will register on the Richter scale. It thought about how satisfying it will be when after years of chasing, I finally lay hands on and claim my EAW New Breed Championship. I thought about all this, and then... then I thought about everything that has brought me to this point.

You see, it was little over a year ago that I had to peel myself up off the canvas, take a last look at the crowd, and step thru the curtain knowing that my career in professional wrestling, my boyhood dream that I had carried with me since the age of six, it had come to a screeching halt. The years of training, the miles on the road, the bumps and bruises, the time spent in the gym, all of it brought to a zero sum in one single match. Pain For Pride came that year and I couldn't even bring myself to watch the event on television. I couldn't watch because I knew that it should have been me who walked down that aisle representing the New Breed division against the Vixxens. It should have been me in the ring reaching up to grab the cash in the vault contract, it should have been me having my hand raised after being the last man standing in the 24/7 battle royal! Months went by, and every single day it ate away at me that I wasn't apart of the greatest wrestling promotion on the plantation. That I was shunted and forever to be known as the guy who took selfies, and talked a good game but never got the big one. It made me sick to guts to be considered a flop, especially after the in ring performances I Gave against men like Mr.DeDeDe, and Y2Impact. After all the innovation and evolution that I helped bring about in this company with matches like the first Glass Gauntlet, and Hell's Warpath. I was sure as hell pissed that at the time it seemed that I was destined to be forever forgotten to the history of EAW.

But as it turns out, being the undisputed Social Media Campion has its advantages. Like for instance it can get you some friends, followers, and subscribers in high places. And just like that I was back in EAW, only this time I had a fire lit under me like never before. From the moment I stepped back into the ring, I worked and pushed myself harder than ever before, so that when the time finally came I would make damn sure that I would forever leave my mark on this company. It became my Burning Desire to finally gain a championship reign here in EAW! And now the time has come for me to make that desire, to make that dream a reality.


The two guys I'm facing talk about Burning Desire, but believe you me, you won't know what a burning desire is until you've had everything you've dedicated your entire life to taken away in three seconds, and leaving a burning hole in the pit of your stomach where your life's passion used to reside! Until you've experienced that feeling, until you've know the feeling of your life's work being ripped away, neither one of you boys will have half a goddamn clue as to how fired up and ready to roll all over your asses I am!"


(Michaels removes his sunglasses, the look of in his eyes screams intensity.)


Michaels: "Anthony, Lucas, the two of you both better get ready, because the two of you get to see a whole new side of Mark Michaels. One that will give his every last drop of blood, sweat, and energy to capture that New Breed Championship. One that will not be stopped by any amount of pain, one that will go to any lengths necessary. One that will give up an arm and a leg if it means getting that title!


Anthony, you call yourself a roaring lion, well from what I've seen all you can do is roar. I kicked your ass in less than five minutes and that was me going at half speed! You really do not want to step into the ring with me at Burning Desire, because I will not allow anyone or anything to stand in the way of me winning this one.

You're royally pissed that I called you a disgrace to those sport? Guess what?! I couldn't give two shits about how you feel, because you are a giant disgrace. You want to talk about the glass Gauntlet match, hell its practically my calling card. I paved the way for you, and the other Michaels envy suffering sons of bitches to compete in such a match. I set the standard of what that match is, and you guys failed to live up to the work that myself, and my fellow legends of this company set.

You want me fully prepared for this triple threat match? Be careful what you wish for jackass. You are about to get the absolute best from the absolute best! When that bell rings, you better start hop the next flight back to Tokyo because anyone in that ring who isn't wearing a striped shirt is getting the ass kicking of a lifetime!

You know something Leonhart, you hit the nail right on the head when you said I was as a great athlete, in fact I am the greatest to have ever played the game. And when I'm feeling as pumped and primed for a match like this, for a title that will finally take its place on my mantle, I will put down a little pussy like you quicker than a hiccup. Because make no mistake about it Anthony, you're not actually competition to me. You're not a threat to win here. You're just an obstacle that I'm either going over, around, or straight thru, en route to the prize that waiting at the end of all this. I'll say it again, stay out of my way and you won't get hurt. But if you even think of trying to test me in that ring, I'm gonna bitch slap you back across the Brooklyn Bridge! I will not stand for a pathetic piece of cat crap like you to stand between me and that New Breed Championship belt.

Unleash the beast Anthony, and see what it gets you against the big game hunter who won't hesitate to hang your head on the wall.


Oh and to our current New Breed Champion, your fifteen minutes are almost up buddy. I cannot wait to rescue that belt from your greasy, cheetos dusted, fingers. Yes I said rescue, because it peeves me that one of the most prestigious titles in all of pro wrestling is held hostage by a guy who can't even count! Last I checked there where only six participants in the Hell's Warpath and one of them was you. Maybe you're confusing Hell's Warpath with the night before when you beat off seven guys in your hotel room!


You think I'm somehow jealous of you? Oh no far from it. I'm not jealous of you, I simply despise everything about you. I despise how you were hand title shot after title shot and fell flat on your face. Then when you finally fluke your way to that belt that hangs around your shoulder, everyone somehow starts buying into this bullshit about you being a dominant force in the division. Let me ask Lucas, since you still never really gave an answer for this one, where was the dominance when you hid your head for two weeks after I called you out?! Where was it when you had to sucker punch me from behind after I absolutely torched Leonhart?! Where is it gonna be once The referee counts one, two, three?!


You like to brag that you beat a man who took the best shots from everyone in a match, from the very moment the opening bell rang! Let's see how much you'll brag when you are dealing with a fresh Mark Michaels. Let's see who can't get the job done come Burning Desire!

That belt is the one thing I desire more than anything in the world at this moment, and mo matter what, even if it kills me, I am going to fucking take it on Friday night!

So go on and yell and scream and throw another little temper tantrum like you did at that shitty press conference you put together, there is no way in hell that I'm not sending you back to the competitive eating circuit. Or I think that's what they meant when they would say 'look how many wieners Lucas Johnson has in his mouth.', in either case I am going to show you first hand why I am the absolute Picture of Perfection. You are going to experience the perfect package of strength, speed, technical acumen, and boundless charisma. Lucas when I beat your jelly roll looking ass up and down the Barclay Center, you will know just why I am the Twitter Trendsetter, the Instagram Icon, the Hashtag Hero to millions upon millions around the world! The man who makes future hall of famers look like curtain jerking scrubs by comparison. The man who will enter Pain For Pride as the single greatest professional athlete ever to step thru the ropes, and the reigning, defending, undisputed EAW New Breed Champion!

This is the the time of year when icons are born, legends are written, and men become immortal. This Friday you get to see up close and personal the man who is all of the above take hold of everything that he is due, so both of you better listen up, and start Picturing THAT!"


(Michaels returns his aviators to his face as the video abruptly stops.)


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Ares Vendetta wrote:

Stark wrote:

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah baby! Mike Showman is back again to deliver some more ‘threats’, ‘warnings’ and ‘promises; regarding the Grand Rampage match. Even though I have said time and time again that I am totally against such ridiculous, I think I will make an exception this time because man, the shit is too much intense. People from left and right are talking shit about each other which is even breaking the barriers of ‘brands’ and that is a major thing that makes this even more interesting. So yeah, hope you guys are ready for me because here I come once again!

I will start things off once again with TLA because like I said before, that guy is chill as fuck. It’s good to get the chilled guy out of the way first especially because right now, I too am cool. Who knows, maybe after talking about all the other guys, I might get mad and furious and so yeah, definitely TLA first. So TLA, first of all, there is one thing you should know and that is, I got no problem with the way you walk or talk. In fact, I find that shit really funny. Also, I believe that in this land of over serious people, you are like a breath of fresh so yeah, I don’t understand from where you get the idea that I of all people would mock you regarding these things? But yeah, if I have to hazard a guess then the reason would bog down to the fact that you are nervous about this match. You are nervous because you realize this is a golden opportunity for you to go to the main event of Pain for Pride and so because of that intense pressure, you are hallucinating about things that have not been done. But don’t worry, I won’t mock you because of this unlike some of the others here even though it is fucking hilarious to see you babble some unreal shit like a sick bastard. Also, now that we are on the subject of babbling unreal shit, let me remind you that I like to be called as the man who gives not shits, the-man-who-gives-no-shits and not the man who gives no fucks. Firstly, I give fucks, especially to hot girls and secondly, those two might sound similar to someone like you but trust me, I like to keep that fine boundary that exist between those two words. But yeah, you made perfect sense about one thing and that is, I have no beef with you. When I meet you inside the ring at Grand Rampage, we will fight until one of us gets eliminated or someone decides to butt in. it’s all respect, all professionalism and I hope it will continue to remain the same once I become the man to eliminate you! Oh yeah baby, I am ready for a fight, come at me bro!

Now let me focus on someone new, someone who I tried to ignore because he simply isn’t on my level but this guy keeps butting in by throwing random insults down my way hoping that I notice and address him back. Yeah, I am talking about Lars Grier. What do you need to know about that man? He is generic, he is boring and his words will put you to sleep. Thank the Gods that it’s a Grand Rampage match not a one on one match because if it were a one on one contest then his same old lengthy sentences about ‘domination’, ‘destruction’ and ‘devastation’ would have transformed me into a Koala! So yeah Lars, you think that I show-off and that I whine, complain and brag? Well congratulations for getting it right because that is exactly who I am. What? You think it’s a joke? No man, I am serious. I show-off because I am a man with class and there is no one in this company who can equal me when it comes to charisma and style. I am so good inside the ring that I outclass anyone including former champions and soon to be hall of famers and so of course I have to whine and complain about not getting competition which is better ‘suited’ for someone like me! And lastly, I brag because I have beaten almost everyone inside that Voltage locker room and as a result, The People with Class is now a major player in the yellow brand. I am pretty sure that if you were in my position right now you would have done the same, brag, whine and complain. You criticize The People with Class for ‘preying’ on a weak Drastik but I am confident that if you were in our position, you would have done the same. And so, stop trying to act like you are some saint! As far as the Grand Rampage match goes, let me put it to you simply, you will not be winning that. You know, there is a saying that the bigger they are, the harder they fall and that is not simply some ‘saying’ because there is a profound scientific theory behind that which states that big men usually have little to nothing thinking power. Don’t get me wrong though, some big men can think very well but you, you don’t fall in that category and so, I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you. Even if you ignore all the sciences and assume the impossible that you brain can think just like mine, you still will lose because you have made a The People of Class your enemy and that is a fatal error. The People with Class will ensure that you are thrown over the top rope and maybe after that, you won’t dare speak to us again in such a tone!


Finally, it’s time to talk about a dear old friend of mine, Solomon Caine. So Solomon, how are you doing buddy? It’s been a long time since we last met and I remember that the last time we met in the ring, I kicked your ass out of the King of the Elite tournament. So yeah, you doing well since that day? Anyways, talking about you is really a waste of time because I have beaten you and that itself speaks clearly that I am better than you. You talk about your master, you talk about how we should rectify ourselves because our paths will lead us to our doom but I believe that if anyone here needs to rectify his path then, it has to be you Caine. I mean, look at you, you are going nowhere in Voltage and while I can talk about beating guys like Aren and Nasir Moore, you have no such big names to brag about. Caine, maybe it’s time to ditch that no good master of yours and actually choose a path that will save your career because right now, it’s going nowhere.  If you choose to follow the same road then you will land up in the land of obscurity and so, change yourself. Also, regarding the Grand Rampage match, you won’t be winning it and so, you better start thinking beyond it.

"Now it seems as though things really have heated up since I last spoke to address miss Tarah Novah, I mean, its intriguing because now none of the two Joshis want to touch me with a ten foot pole. I mean sure, Azumi Goto will at least recognize when I'm right and I'm at least glad we can agree on something, that we both earn what we have and don't let a single thing get in our way, yet the attention seems kinda focused mostly on Megan and Stephanie and even Tarah more than the woman who's absoloutely ready to earn her upkeep as the Darkhorse of Empire! In fact that seems to be a common trend with my four opponents, I mean other than Tarah Novah who takes far too long to find some edgy scene music lyrics that actually work with the situation, guess it all matters to her sense of millennial nonsense that I never got, its a shame too because I really had a good argument to why I seem focused on this match, seeing my past not as something to sacrafice but something to remember because we never and I mean ever should make the same mistake twice! Yet enough of that, let's move on shall we?"

"Ah, now that's a good place to continue on with, Stephanie Matsuda, or the woman who spent her whole time talking by just making references to pop culture that I honestly stopped caring for a long time ago. Though I must admit, I do find something quite hypocritical of Stephanie, wasn't she the one who got all triggered when Caillin Dillon refered to Mao as 'Meow Itchingcream'? Well, prepare for Preparation H because unfortunately for Stephanie, I'm afraid really has been speaking outta her ass as opposed to her head. Which is a shame really, even without The Santorium or Formation to save you, there really is no argument as to me being the woman to win this match other than me notdeserving much, despite me completely proving that I very much prefer to earn as opposed to deserve. But, I guess I am left with one of my favorite signs that you have really won an argument, themost simple point to you winning is silence, it means that you have won the debate and your opponent simply is too afraid to admit. In fact, quite honestly they fear you. They avoid you. Which has been what Stephanie and Tarah both seem to be doing, it's like theyhave nothing left in the tank to fire at me because I just evade and counter everything they come at me with. Honestly, its quite disappointing really, especially since Azumi seems to be the only one who will actually try anything serious, yet while she and Stephanie seem so focused on one another, I got a scaffold to climb, and an EAW Women's Title shot to earn! Perhaps Caillin will give me the more exciting challenge I was looking for. Oh well."

"But so I don't end up making a hypocrite about myself for claiming that people that are decking me, let me just say; bravo Megan! I mean, I know I consider you a friend and someone I want as a bridesmaid as my wedding, but honestly I expected you to go silent this whole competition and think the whole thing will solve itself, yey it seems as though I'm half wrong, but at the same time half wrong. Because although I was wrong about you going silent, I was right about you expecting the problem fix itself, you see friendship is gonna have to be thrown out the window this week, but trust me, I got a match to win, I got a moment right in my grasp, yet it seems as though you really are expecting me to lose, when unfortunately you are wrong about that, I'm at the right place, at the right time with the right tools for the job, so Megan, you're my friend still, but I'm afraid tomorrow night, you're getting Laurafied!"