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Topic: EAW Promoz! | 'Hollywood' Piff Fumador
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! June 5th 2016, 5:58 pm | Battleground Promo #6 This ain’t your day, ese. The time is mine, JJ. This isn’t an underdog ‘angle’, amigo; Piff Fumador IS an underdog champion. And it’s not something that has been fabricated by EAW’s Finest Strain to be a something to ramble on about in hopes of sympathy; the people made Piff the underdog - people like you, esé. Piff is an underdog in the minds of everyone, except for the hombre himself. Piff Fumador IS the future and he knows it, it’s just a matter of time before everyone else knows it too. You see, everyone needs to be won over eventually; no one is born great, no matter what anyone says. You need to earn the respect of the Elitists, and the admiration of the fans – Piff has done one of those things already. But the arguable harder task is what’s next for Mr THC, and if he loses the title he worked for a year to get, in not just his first defence but after only two weeks of winning it – well then everyone who has said Piff is a joke, a failure, a disgrace to this coveted title for the next generation… Was right. And that’s just something Piff can not allow, homie. People like you, people like Christian Locke, people like Carlos Rosso – they’ll all be right. But you see, they’re not right. YOU’RE not right, gringo! Piff is NOT a disgrace to EAW and he certainly isn’t to this New Breed Championship that he wears with absolute pride! This ain’t your day, ese. The time is mine, JJ. Not only is Piff going to retain the title and show people that EAW’s Finest Strain is a fighting champion, but for the love of carne adasa he is going to take it to new heights that even Jamie O’Hara’s record breaking 240 days couldn’t do. Because Jamie O’Hara never had to prove to anyone he wasn’t a joke, everyone knew he was the real deal before he even won the title. That’s where we differ, and it’s why Piff Fumador is going to take this title to levels it’s never seen before, and may never see again. Going from a pre-show starlet and punching bag for the main eventers, seen as nothing but a goofy luchador with an unnatural smoking habit, to one of the biggest underdog stories is EAW history. Piff Fumador is the realeo dealeo, amigo, and taking down people like you will only be a footnote on the long and successful career of the greatest luchador ever seen in the land of the elite. This ain’t your day, ese. The time is mine, JJ. Don’t act like you’re on your own, amigo, that you’re the only guy ever to work hard to get to where they are. The reason EAW IS the land of the Elite is because everyone here has put they’re heart and their soul into being the greatest. And while only some succeed, between me and you, Piff is the uno who will be succeed. Piff has MORE to prove, MORE to give and MORE to risk. If you lose this match, you will move on with your career and maybe will challenge again for the title somewhere along the line. Whereas is Piff loses this match, it could be the end of Piff. How can Piff come back after losing his title in the first defence? After that being what everyone in the locker room predicted, and what no one in the audience wanted? Maybe it’d mean that Piff isn’t the future, he isn’t the greatest luchador in the history of EAW, and he will never be anything more than a joke. But this uncertainties is what’s driving EAW’s Finest Strain to achieve the glory that he does deserve, and AY DIOS MIO he will achieve that glory. This ain’t your day, esé. The time is mine, JJ. For your information, Piff IS familiar with the appetite for conquest, and while you may be starving – Piff Fumador has the fucking munchies! No one is hungrier than Piff to prove what he is worth, and show the naysayers that they had him wrong all along! And while you’re going to go into this match underestimating EAW’s Finest Strain, he may just be the biggest challenge you’ve ever had to face. Do you know what a Kush Coma Enziguri to the head feels like? You’ll find out, and maybe you’ll get up from it. Do you know what a 420 Splash from the top rope feels like? You’ll find out, and maybe you’ll kick out of it. These maybes are just to give you a glimmer of hope that maybe you’ll be able to beat Mr THC, because in reality, there is no way Piff is letting you take his title. All of your vague analogies, all of your meaningless poetry, say whatever you want – This ain’t your day, esé. The time is mine, JJ. You may have only lost 3 matches this year, but unfortunately, hombre, it’ll be 4 after Battleground on Monday. Piff isn’t denying that you’re New Breed material; who’s to say JJ Silva couldn’t be the future? But what matters is this, who has more to prove? And who’s willing to go the extra mile to prove it? I earned something that you deserve? Bring it, esé. Piff deserves this title and it’s gonna be around the waist of EAW’s Finest Strain whether you like it or not, JJ. The fact that you see the label ‘pretentious’ is hilarious, homie. All I keep hearing is gringo bullshit like “this desolate division needs change in the form of one homosapien, to bring prestige back to the onomatopoeic New Breed title.” Keep the thesaurus at home, JJ, because none of the useless metaphors you shit out of your mouth are gonna be of help to you when you’re one on one in the ring against EAW’s Finest Strain. This ain’t your day, esé. The time is mine, JJ. You see, Piff Fumador is the people’s champion. And with the power of the people, the stoners and the freaks; no one is going to break the spirit of EAW’s Finest Strain, especially not some kind of geek like you, JJ. I’m glad you’re not writing off Piff completely, something it feels that all of his past competitors have done. But where you fall in the same category of them is how you still underestimate him. You’re prayers will come true and Piff Fumador WILL be at his best, but maybe you should be careful what you wish for; because NO ONE has seen Piff Fumador at the level he will be at entering his first ever title defence. This ain’t your day, esé. The time is mine, JJ. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Lucas Johnson
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! April 29th 2016, 12:47 pm | Grand Rampage #6 - The Final Countdown Here I am sitting first class at the Atlanta International Airport and under an hour before taking off to Indiana which is the host of the 2016 Grand Rampage. The last few months have been a wild ride for me, just in January I was recovering from a shoulder operation that I got and was nervous I wasn't able to make my Voltage debut in time. I went from living off of my parents money still doing college wrestling at 'The U' to going to physical therapy everyday and signing with the top wrestling company in the world. While the transition from amateur wrestling to professional wrestling has been tough so has been the travel and mental being. I have to admit I am not used to traveling this much time out of the year especially with the most recent Voltage European Tour. That was probably the toughest month of my life, I was home sick not going to lie but everyday single day I would go to the gym and try to not focus on that and focus at the task at hand and that was reaching the next level here at the land of the elite. The other mental mind games I've been having is with my Aunt Susan dealing with breast cancer, after her surgery the results are coming back well and she finds out next week if she's officially cancer free which is a good sign. But still I am focusing on all these negatives when I have multiple positives ahead of me that are taking place this weekend. First off I am participating in my first Grand Rampage match and made it without being in the company for six months, let me remind you that it's the biggest Grand Rampage ever! Forty men....one ring....one winner....one main event of Pain for Pride 9. I may have thirty nine challengers...tough challengers ahead of me but it doesn't matter, I will power my way through no matter what entrant I may draw. If I draw entrant number one, twelve or even thirty two I will power my way threw to the end and will not let the main event spot of Pain for Pride 9 slip through my hands especially along with that World Heavyweight Championship match. Some people in the locker room maybe doubters and some people may be believers but it's every man or women for themselves come this weekend at Grand Rampage. I can't let the mind games fool me and can't make 'rookie mistakes', this weekend is my big chance to make an impact and put the locker room on notice. The showcase of the immortals will be mine to take! Nick Angel, whats up with this NFL Draft talk? Meanwhile the exciting first round happened last night with my New York Jets selecting Darron Lee FROM THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY, that kid has tone of potential to make it big in the National Football League, Nick you should be focusing on the bigger task at hand and that is Grand Rampage. Just last year you were in the Tag Team Title match along with Venom and came up short, you don't want to go down that road again? You want to have your Pain for Pride moment? You are obviously getting distracted, no wonder why you don't have a sex life...but anyway your ways are the reason your arm might get broken and you might get thrown over the top rope if you keep getting distracted. So I would advise you to bring your 'A' game because I know I will bring mine this weekend. No onto the bigger fuck up then Johnny Manziel....Mister Y2Impact, you went from being on the top of the Voltage brand along with Hexa-Gun and having an Answers World Championship against Mister DEDEDE and look at you now. You went from that to losing Hexa-Gun and bitching your way into the biggest Grand Rampage match of all time. You claim your the Kam Chancellor but if you were Tom Brady I would be JJ Watt and swatting your Pain for Pride dreams away by throwing your ass over the top this weekend. You may think I am filler like Dark Demon said but I am not filler. I made it to Grand Rampage because of my heart and dedication to this business and that's the same reason why I will win the Grand Rampage match this Sunday, it doesn't matter what entrant I may draw. The bottom line is The Wrestling Machine is ready to take over this coming Sunday. Let's do the best for the last, another odds on favorite...Aren Mstislav! You claim I am the biggest clown in Elite Answers Wrestling? You've got all wrong, for someone that may dress in body paint once in a while is calling the young gun a clown? Get a look in the mirror my friend, all due respect Aren but wake the fuck up because you may walk into Grand Rampage as the odds on favorite but you need a reality check and need to realize a brick wall is coming your way and you can't dodge it one way or another. You have a big target on your head that the thirty nine other people see and will use that target and get you out real fast along with Lucian Black and Dark Demon. If a bigger reality check wants to hit you, I will gladly send you a hospital bill this weekend by breaking your arm or hell I will bring back the extreme to the land of the elite.... | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Carson Ramsay
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! April 21st 2016, 4:57 pm | The scene picks up inside a classroom, one belonging to a primary school of sorts as evident by the colorful drawings on the wall and the young students seated to their desks. The camera’s lens instantly focus upon the figure of the female tutor, who looks to be a century older than the common age of her audience, hobbling across the room with no emotion breezing through her wrinkles. Tutor;; Okay guys, question time. What do you want to be when you grow up? A DOCTOR! A POLICE OFFICER! A SPACE MAN! ??? DONALD TRUMP! A gasp followed by complete silence befalls the room, as the teacher rolls her eyes at the slightly more gravelly toned ending response. A sigh would muscle its way out of her lungs as the camera pans to the back of the classroom to find Carson Ramsay, barely fitting a leg underneath his desk. Tutor;; Mister Ramsay, what are you still doing here? Carson Ramsay;; Tryna’ sell crack to nine year olds. What do you think people go to school for? Tutor;; This..is a primary school. Carson Ramsay;; And your point is? Tutor;; You’re twenty seven. Carson Ramsay;; AND HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO ACQUIRE THAT TYPE OF INFORMATION, MIGHT I ASK? Tutor;; It was written in crayons on the "CV" that you handed me at the beginning of this class. Carson Ramsay;; …Look, Mrs. Smilf. I may look old but I still possess a craving for education that’s just as big as these youngsters’, if not bigger. I’m being granted a second opportunity at making something of myself on an intellectual scale; which I’m very grateful for, considering how I squandered my first when I showed my kindergarten’s teacher my di— Tutor;; ENOUGH! Unless you want me to call the principle, I suggest you leave right now. ??? Please, listen to her Uncle Ramsay. You’re embarrassing me… The camera pans over to the other corner in revelation of one red-faced Deniz, Ramsay’s nephew, gritting his teeth. The quivering unease of Deniz would be met by utter confusion on Carson’s end as the latter turns his full attention to him. Carson Ramsay;; What the hell are YOU doing here? Deniz Ramsay;; You drove me here. Carson Ramsay;; That’s clearly a lie. If you were in a car with me, we’d both be drooling over the leather of some hospital bed. And that, your honor, is why— Tutor;; I’M A FUCKING TEACHER! Carson Ramsay;; Easy there, Helen Mirren! Kids are watching. Tutor;; You know what? Screw this, I don’t get paid enough to handle these satan spawns as it is. I’m out of here. The floor’s all yours, Mister Ramsay. On cue, old lady jeans would snap her bag and see her way out the door. Silence would reemerge within the scope of the room until eventually fading to Carson slowly arising from his seat and walking towards the front of the class. An audible sound of a slap across the visage would be identified as Deniz facepalming himself at the gesture. Upon reaching his destination, Carson snatches a look at all the kids in attendance before pointing at one in particular. Carson Ramsay;; So, uh…You there! You want to be a doctor, right? Ye..yes. Carson Ramsay;; Are you willing to do anything to become a doctor? I guess. Carson Ramsay;; Are you willing to sacrifice time away from your family to tend to a stranger’s well being? Are you capable of knowing how fast your kids will someday grow and how you probably won’t be there to see every step of it unfold? … Carson Ramsay;; Aiming for the stars is not that difficult, fulfilling the promise of reaching them through all of its collateral circumstances is. You can WANT to be a doctor one day, or an astronaut, or a police officer; but are you willing to go to distance and translate that desire to reality, is the mandatory question to ask. I’ve encountered my fair share of hopefuls and star-gazers in my time, some of whom I genuinely thought would attain whatever goals they’d set for themselves. Eerie sounding Child voiced by Carson Ramsay;; Why did you think that, Mister Ramsay? Carson Ramsay;; Good question young one, very good question. You see, there comes a time where the illusion of one’s creative imagination amounts to a level of false credibility so high, even the most conscientious of folks buy into the hype; albeit momentarily. For instance, I wrestle for a living and I’ve been doing it in the reigns of EAW for the last six months— My favorite wrestler is Mr. DEDEDE! Carson Ramsay;; Mine is Mr. ShutTheFrickUpIAmStillTalking. Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve been running the proverbial roughshod over everyone and everything inhabiting the land of elite for half a year now. My efforts eventually came to fruition as I now hold one of its prominent accolades in the Pure Championship. Do you know how to spell “Pure”, Stan? Pee..ey… Carson Ramsay;; Yeah, that’s what I thought. Prior to said achievement however, I was a dreamer just like all of you. I WANTED to be someone influential, someone of an impactful presence in any field he graces foot; just like all of you. However, that’s where the line of similarities ends; because unlike all of you, I didn’t settle for the vocal expression of my desire. I stayed true to it until the end, working on making that dream of mine factual reality. Eerie sounding Child voiced by Carson Ramsay;; But, Mister Ramsay, we’re still little. We still play with toys and leave doodoo scattered all over our bed at night. Carson Ramsay;; That right there is a poorly made-up but sadly very common premise, one which lures small-minded people like you young one into a comfort zone that should not exist in the first place. Simply put, it’s an excuse. I learned that the hard way when I was your age. The only toys I found playable at the time were the hearts and minds of everyone else. And the doodoo? Well, let’s just say I’m glad my mom’s husband doesn’t recognize my face anymore, his dog too. I had to hustle through the crepuscule of the streets for most of my “upbringing”, keeping an ear to the ground and a pair of knuckles on the ready. All of that propelled me into beholding the art of professional wrestling in a manner nearly impossible for any newbie of my experience to grasp. It also aided me, in time of despair, to rekindle the bolt of lightning that I initially rode straight through the stratosphere of Elite Answers Wrestling. Consequently, I stand before you a champion and most importantly, a man who successfully achieved his purpose. And not to solidify any doubt of this being merely a self-glorifying monologue, but instead of cutting off the cord there, I chose to pass on the tale for other hopefuls to HOPEFULLY inherit. I decided that as champion, I’d take on any dreamer wishing to repeat the Cinderella story of yours truly in his own words and a lot of them did step up to the plate. From a promising upstart to a self-professed queen of the style that I happen to carry the sacred crown of, challenges of all shapes and kinds have and are still lining up on a weekly basis; and the more I surmount, the bigger everyone’s appetite grows for the dethroning of Carson Ramsay. Take this Sunday’s contender for instance; can anyone guess who will it be? Here’s a hint, he’s a blonde child of Jesus who’s world-renowned for possessing a “demonic” bloodline. …Justin Bieber? Carson Ramsay;; Close. Unfortunately though, he’s not that skinny. Laa-Laa the Teletubby? Carson Ramsay;; Definitely. I’m definitely wrestling a Teletubby on live television. Mr. DEDEDE? Carson Ramsay;; I will punch your pet. Deniz Ramsay;; Donald Trump? Carson Ramsay;; VERY CLOSE, YOUNG DENIZ! But still not close enough. To spare you the struggle of further guessing it through, it’s none other than Lucas Johnson. Now, who is this—wait, shit. Hold on… Eerie sounding Child voiced by Carson Ramsay;; Who is this Lucas Johnson man, Mister Ramsay? Carson Ramsay;; NO IDEA, YOUNG ONE! Nah, seriously, I’ve got none. I googled him, heck, I even binged him and I still drew blank. Aside from a couple of amateur wrestling accomplishments that conveniently follow the path of a certain bald-headed Olympic gold medalist and a nice move pulled off the ladder last week, he’s got nothing worth discussing. On second thought, I digress; he’s kind of up to a couple of interesting things. First and foremost, let’s talk about his display of respect towards me. While it’s much appreciated, I’m saddened to toll in the news that I’m not overly keen on believing it’s that genuine. Should I be blamed? The last two challengers before Lucas spewed the same lines, eulogizing my job as Pure Champion to the point of me almost growing red-cheeked then POOF! All of the extolment perished and in its place laid their true colors; painted in envy, greed and everything in between. They began ripping my name to shreds, then divesting me of everything that I’ve contributed with to amend the division and what may or may not flaw it as subsequent to JD Damon’s stint. So excuse me if I don’t intend on repaying you with respect carols of my own, Lucas; because the way I see it, you’re no different than the individuals that came before you or the ones who’ll come after. You share the common objective of everyone taking me up on the Pure Open offer, and that’s vying for my title; which is cool, considering that’s what a championship contender usually opts to feel. But, sugarcoating it won’t compel me to see it any other way, nor will it give you some sort of a special treatment come our match on Voltage. Faces may change and aspirations may vary but the end result remains the sole constant of this equation, Lucas. And you should have a clear thought of what I’m rambling about by now. After all, you watched both of my last two matches as part of the Open Challenge and you’ve seen the lengths both Goto and Nobi took me to. Howbeit at the end of the day, both of those story-telling bouts were treated to the same epilogue; me prevailing against all odds. You know what really warms my heart though, ki—kids?! Oblivious to the fact that all of the students left half an hour ago due the bell ringing, Carson gazes upon the empty room for a couple of minutes; we shall assume that it’s to save face more than anything. Ramsay ultimately brushes off the bewilderment and the occasional humor for once, to stare sharp daggers through the lens of the camera. Carson Ramsay;; You know what warms my heart, Lucas? It’s the fact that you gather all of these pitiful circumstances, from your cancer-battling aunt to how you’re gonna’ limp your way down the aisle with a couple of broken ribs on Sunday; just so you can paint yourself a hero in the eyes of those who’d care to consider you one. That’s your essential problem, young Johnson ; you seek the approval of others and you’re willing to pander to anything that would please them in the process. That’s you why you didn’t emerge as one of two new entrants in the Grand Rampage last week and that’s why you’re not emerging champion this week. The moment that you refrain from entrusting people with your fate instead of your own self is the moment that will bring you solace and perhaps a deserved whiff of hope at a better use of breath. Unfortunately, that moment won’t be transpiring at my expense. Call it selfishness incarnated, I’d rather see it for its true form; an ascent, MY ascent to greatness. It may be stopping for you this weekend, but it will only rage on from there. Your carcass is merely filling a step worth of space on Voltage Lucas, the sooner you come to grips with that, the higher your chances at solace. Scene fades to dark. | Topic: EAW Promoz! | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! March 24th 2016, 5:58 pm | Reckless Wiring Promo #6PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded an image: @PicPerfectMichaels left a comment:"Everywhere I go people always ask me, what is the difference between a Trend and a fad. To me the answer is that a trend leaves an imprint on the culture that that adopted it. Like how Tie-Dye clothes, and Volkswagen vans are almost synonymous with the America in the 1960's. Meanwhile a fad gets tossed aside almost as fast soon as it becomes popular because there isn't much to a fad besides the novelty of it. Now everyone and their mother already knows that I'm a trend who has forever changed the landscape of EAW, and in case you happen to be wondering, I can tell you right now, without a single shadow of a doubt, that the biggest fad in EAW right now, is Phoenix Winterborn. I mean this guy has been here about two months, barely ekes out a win in a match that had absolutely nothing on the line, and now every lame brain halfwit wants to jump on the Phoenix Winterborn band wagon. And you can tell that all this sudden popularity has gone straight to his head, because now he want to talk some kind of bullshit about him being more popular than me. allow me make one thing perfectly clear pal, If I had been one of the options in that vote, you're ass would have been stuck on the couch watching Reckless Wiring on EAW Network. #WhereYouBelongAnd while I have your attention let me ask you something, How can you claim to be a a longtime veteran of this industry one moment, and then act like your a total rookie the next? let me tell you something, if I had worked for almost TWO decades, and then had accomplished barely to compare myself to someone who's been wrestling less than five years, I'd would start thinking about calling it a career. Yes I've had my wars against greats in this company, and I've had title shots (Because I, you know EARNED them by winning matches, and proving myself as a competitor) against men who will one day be counted among the select few who are chosen to enter the EAW Hall Of Fame. So why don't you do yourself a favor, and call up some of those guys who like you, thought they could discredit my natural greatness. Ask, and they'll tell you about how Mark Michaels gave them an ass kicking they will never forget, and that they won't be so quick to talk shit about me the next time we face off. This Saturday night, at Reckless Wiring, I am going to make you wish you had never even been considered for this match. You are in for the biggest, grade A, ass kicking the world has ever seen, and no it won't be eloquent, there will be nothing fancy about me tearing you to shreds from the word go. Just like I've done to everyone who's stood in front of me this past month, and just like I'm going to do after the bell rings in Kansas City, and I am declared the EAW New Breed Champion. And let us not forget about @MaxwellDachs (even though he's given us no reason not to). Why have you been so quiet Max? Is it because you know that I'm going to cut right thru you like a hot knife thru butter? Or are you just so far gone into your self-loathing that you can't even muster up more than one sad, mopey, pathetic sorry ass, diatribe, that sounds more like a cry to be put out of your fucking misery than a an actual statement about our match. If that's all you've got left in you Max then you may as well follow thru with your promise to retire after I'm finished kicking the ever loving shit out of you. But before you go Maxie, I want to dig deep down inside yourself, and I want you to bring your absolute best to Reckless Wiring. I want you to leave whatever you have left of you inside the ring. I want the Maxwell Dachs who will throw caution to the wind and do whatever it takes to try pull out a win. Not because you might against all odds actually pull out a victory, but because I will not stand for you phoning it in this Saturday night, and giving all of those head stuck in the sand haters a reason to run their ignorant, shit filled mouths! You boys can go ahead, and start begging for mercy right now (Not that you'll find any) because the two of you are about to be outclassed in every imaginable facet. I am going to go out in front of a sold out crowd at the Sprint Center, and proceed to torch both of your asses. And after I am done I will finally start getting the proper recognition that I deserve. It's my time now, and neither one of you jackasses are gonna be enough to stop me, because to be able to do you'd have to do the one thing this isn't humanly possible. be better than Perfect. After this Saturday, there will not be a doubt as to why I am called The Twitter Trendsetter, The Instagram Icon, the #Hero to millions upon millions of people from ever place, every race, and every walk of life around this great big world. These people have set their eyes upon each and every action I take, every place I go, and Every word I say. And in doing so, they have chosen to exalt me as their Undisputed Social Media Champion. They know that I am the total package who is unmatched when it comes to Looks, charisma, and in ring skill. That is why I am the Destiny of Dynasty. That is why I am the Brightest Burning Star that EAW will ever know, and most importantly, that Is why, I can say without a single moment of hesitation, that I will be the next Elite Answers Wrestling New Breed Champion! #RecklessWiring8 #EAW #NewBreedChmapionship #BringHomeTheGold"35,000,000+ users liked this | Topic: EAW Promoz! | Stephanie Matsuda
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! March 11th 2016, 2:12 am | "The Fight" (The scene opens up with Cloud sitting in a locker room wearing a hoodie. Her eyes are laser focused on her hands as she wraps tape around them. In the background are various posters hyping local wrestling events and the upcoming Vixens Cup.)Once again some of you put your feet in your mouths. Once again I have to sit back and watch you repeat the same shit over and over again like a couple of parrots. Sheridan...how many freaking times are you going to bring up the name of a Vixen who's not even in the tournament? Not to mention that she's my girl. I'm kind of scared to see what your room looks like- probably plastered with pictures of me, Cailin, and Haruna. By the way...what the hell is German efficiency exactly? I know you talk about it a lot, but I saw none of it during our last meeting. The only thing I remember is beating you with an American Classic, refined by Japanese technique. Yeah, I can play that game too sweets. Unlike you though, I have the benefits of two worlds. First, the Japanese took your German grappling techniques and PERFECTED them. Disagree? Well, let me tell you a little story. Your god of German wrestling who simply went by the name of Gotch traveled to the land of the rising sun and met a young scrapper named Yasuhiro Matsuda. He trained Yasuhiro personally who would later take his newfound talents to levels unforeseen at the time. He had no children but his brother Kenji would marry and have a son Hiroshi, who became a jazz musician. Hiroshi met a Black navy captain and the rest is what you see before you. You see Sheridan, your so-called German Efficiency is MY birthright. Hence why Cloud City is the evolution of the Sherplex. So what now? Wanna yap about my sex life some more? Wanna make out with some cardboard cut outs? What you got for me Sher? Nothing. Just as I thought. Keep drinking your Jaeger, ale, or whatever it is and take your L on Sunday like a grown ass woman.Cameron. Ella. Ava. I've noticed something about you. It didn't really click until I read Maddie and Liam Catterson's tweets. Most of you EAW 'extremist' alumni are just alike. No seriously, for reals. All you guys do is puff out chest and make declarations about shit that nobody gives a shit about anymore. Want to prove you're the big dog on campus? Then fight me. Fight. Me. Same goes for anyone who has a problem with yours truly. Battleground has this really efficient (regular not German) system where you can declare war on your fellow co-workers. I advise you use that at your leisure. Until then, I'm gonna declare anyone that wants to clap back at me a pussy. One thing I can respect about Cleopatra, at least she's ready to throw hands. See you soon sweets.Aria. Please, please, please for the love of Amaterasu beat the above mentioned bitch's ass! I know you had a hard week trying to recover, but if I have to hear about how much of a special snowflake she is, I'm going to break her fucking spine. And as much as she annoys me, I would rather have her fight me another day then never again. Now, if it's Cloud and Aria at the end...well you already know. Let's not hold back and may the best sista win.Erica. It seems you're on the right track for redemption. I was skeptical at first...but let's say a birdie told me that another birdie told her that she's whipping her niece into shape. Good luck with that.Brody. Angela. Raven. Alexis. What the hell bruh? I hope you guys are training rather than instagramming. I'm subscribed to all your accounts. Cloudy sees all.Azumi and Silence. I'm looking forward to seeing the outcome of this match. I have a feeling it's going to be a sleeper hit, highly underrated. Whoever walks out the winner, I look forward to bumping heads with.Veena. Hmm...is this the first time I ever said your name? It might be. I really don't know what to say other than that I think your uncle is cool as shit. Too bad you're nothing like him sweets.Rey! She finally speaks! Honestly, I was trying to get a rise out of you. Beating Brody shouldn't be hard for you. No matter how much drive you think you have, it's just a minor famishment compared to my ravenous appetite. I want to see just how talented you are Rey Shamez. Come as you are and you may stand a chance come as something else, you will lose.Speaking of something else, hey Maddie-uh-I-mean-Madison. Angsty poet turned even more angsty vixen. I gotta admit, I do dig this whole Luke-I'm-your-father shit you got going on with Tarah. Though it pains me to say the last time you will ever get a win over me was the last time. You see Maddie you nearly tapped out of the Trap Zone after I avoided your Afterlife clothesline. You see, after being blindsided by it during the T.I. Vixens match back in September, I made it a point to defend myself against your finisher. Luckily for me, you're a one trick pony. What a surprise...another EAW veteran with a repetitive moveset. No wonder a new guy like JD Damon is laying waste to the entire midcard division on Voltage. No wonder Aria is the Empress of Elite. No wonder Pizza Boy won the National Elite Championship.Speaking of titles, I have a message for Eris LeCava: Tick-tock, bitch. Tick. Fucking. Tock.Cam. Maddie. Haru. Tarah. You guys had your moment. The rest of the Vixens will take it from here.Speaking of Haru-chan...I saved the best for last. And when I say best, I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible. Once again, you try pulling that Tsundere passive-aggressive shit on me. You don't think Cai would tell me about that little date by the shrine? You don't think one of my 'little sisters' would tell me about your trip to my family's house? (Takes out an envelope.)This is what you gave to Angie. She didn't want to tell me about it, but didn't deny it when I confronted her. I know she still likes you, but business comes first Sakazaki, something you still have yet to understand. If what you did to me was a business decision, that I can understand. When Eris sicks her dog Luzmala on me, that I understand. If I was to fight TJ, Hexagun's House Negro, and Jaeger sonic booms me or whatever the hell he does, that I understand. But attempting to knock me out in the middle of a match you had nothing to gain from was pretty fucking stupid Harry. Why? Because here we are, in the running for a chance at either the Specialist Championship or the Vix title. I'm still here you dumb fuck! You should've finished the job! Instead you hit me with your half ass finisher and it took Eris' On'na to complete a task you were too lazy to do yourself. Funny that you say you're past this and above this, but yet you haunt my life like some kind of obsessive phantom. A basic bitch ghost who claims I'm unfocused. This coming from the one who's appearing in movies, TV dramas, and photo shoots! Are you a fighter Haruna? Cause I know I am! Everything I got my hand in, everyone I'm bumping heads with is about me showing that I'm not scared. I no longer give a damn about what it takes to handle the competition. This is reality Haruna. This is The Fight. We are in the Land of the Elite fighting for survival, relevancy, and respect. Cleo said this was a game, but it's not for me. Maybe it is for the more established members of our organization but for us at the bottom, we're fighting for scraps.Anyways, this is the last time I'm addressing you all before The Cup. Haruna Sakazaki, the woman you are will become the woman you was. (Takes out a photo of Haruna and Cailin.)Consider this a metaphor for what happens next.(Takes out a lighter and sets the picture ablaze. Cloud drops the burning photo and walks away, her hands in her pockets as she heads out the door.)
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! March 10th 2016, 7:07 pm | Vixens Cup Promo {#}6{/#} The video camera is recording, yet the scene is death black. Nothing can be seen, although faint noises can be heard. To the right side of the landscape, a candle lights. The flame bickers and flicks in the room, it reveals a cabinet, which it is sat atop of, the cabinet has a dark brown coating, and nothing much stands out from the shape of it. The candle is quickly blown away, wax halted before it can melt into the candle holder, smoke fluttering in the air. An oil lantern is lit now, its possessor and proprietor cannot be made out, due to the lighting of the room, the lantern doesn't do much for the setting, as a matter of fact it barely lights up more than the last candle did. A disappointed, borderline frustrated sigh can be heard from the bearer of the lantern, before the light diminishes. Seconds pass, maybe twenty of them, before a light flickers at the top of the scene, revealing an old room. The floor is concrete, certain stains can be made out from the dirty white shade, a red puddle, a blue one, perhaps the room was home to a painter. The concrete had dents and cracks within it, so it may have been a decade since it was laid to be a floor. A table leg interrupts the scene, it is wooden, and has lines and shavings to it, a pattern if you would like to call it that. Of course, three more, similar legs join the scene, to make a table with four legs. These rise up a metre or so, before stopping, and possessing a table upon their pinnacle. The table is circular, a cage being held on the brow of it. The cage is bamboo, and matches the table, although this cage is a few touches lighter. It becomes clear that this cage is a birdcage; Mostly due to the fact it was tiny. The other reason was that inside the cage was a bird, it was black, coal black, very distinct to the starting of our scene. The bird was a Crow, or a Raven, this could be conjectured from it's shrilling, croaking call. It's wings flapped helplessly within its holding cage. Next to said cage, was of course our hero, Sheridan Müller. The personification of German Efficiency, the true meaning of perfectionist, our protagonist, the saviour of the Vixens Division as we know it. Sheridan is attired in her usual clothing, a white shirt and a black, fitted biker leather jacket ascends her body. Dark blue jeans make up her bottom half wear, with trainers, from what it looks like Nike's, make up her footwear. The blonde, as seemingly always these days, had her aesthetically pleasing blonde hair in a French plaid, the strands would stay clear of her facial, opting to instead flow backwards, into a cascade before the majority of her hair would tightly grip into one another, resulting in the plaid addressing upon her shoulder. Eyes were blue, lips were red. Upon the table were some steel aviators, much akin to ones you would see in an action movie, you know the ones, where the hero is a biker, or a pilot, and they'd smoke a cigar whilst wearing aviators? Sheridan Müller of course was the coolest chick in EAW, so she always had a flawless look to match her incredibly attractive face. What was Sheridan Müller doing with a bird, was the current question most fans watching the EAW Network would be wondering. Sheridan didn't like birds, she wasn't like the current Specialists Champion, Cailin Dillon, neither were she even close to Cailin's lapdogs, Cloud Matsuda and Haruna GenericJapaneseName, no, Sheridan wasn't known to have an affiliation with either kind of birds, be it the sluts in Elite Answers Wrestling, or the one sat upon the wooden table at her side. Sheridan would have a faint smile on her face, a rare sight. She withdrew a bottle, with the reading of 'Löwenbräu' upon the front. Whilst Jagermeister was arguably German'y most well known export, Sheridan Müller was not a fucking maniac. No. Sheridan Müller was a professional, she drank pure, lovely Munich beer, she much preferred it to the poison that was gulped down in America, as a matter of fact, Sheridan spent a fair bit of her wage vying for Löwenbräu to personally deliver their beverages to her doorstep. The beer was open, yet the bottle was filled to the brim with liquid. What was the game here. Sheridan would proceed to let the open end of the bottle slip between her red painted lips, allowing her hand to jolt and fingers to curl around the glass, emptying some of the liquid into her throat. She would continue doing so for maybe six or seven seconds, scarifying a third of the bottle with her drink. After doing so, the bottle would turn its attention to the Raven in the bamboo cage, lathers of the liquid would pour onto the cage, coating the bamboo and startling the Raven within the cage; Which in process would make it cry out and make quite the racket. Sheridan had of course, taken the back route in doing so. She was a perfectionist, she wouldn't dare obstruct the views gander of the rare, black bird. This was a treat for the viewers at home. Beer was being shared with a Raven, the only down side to this spectacle was the Raven didn't seem too pleased with the Löwenbräu that our blonde haired German was gracefully and selflessly sharing. The bottle drew to being empty, no more delicious, orangey liquid gushed from the 'o' shaped exit of the bottle. Such news drew a scowl to Sheridan's lips. From the pocket of her biker jacket, Sheridan withdrew a lighter, and her motives immediately become known. Surely she wouldn't, the German wasn't that edgy, was she? German alcohol was the perfect fuel, German efficiency was the quintessential consummate for this occasion. The bottle fell to the floor, smashing over the concrete, a few droplets of beer which had not managed to flow from the glass container would douse the floor, however not making a sufficient mess. It was possible that the Raven within the cage had caught on to Sheridan's plan, for it was making loud shrieks and caws. Of course, these would only be met with silence from our protagonist. A hand moved forward, and the lighter was sparked up. Within seconds the bamboo cage had caught fire. The body within the room had withdrew itself with scarcely any steps. Our new friend, the Raven, had been engulfed in the flames, the body of the bird immersing and overwhelming with red, yellow and orange sparks and plasma. The cries and pleas of the Raven were drowned out by the cracking of the flames. Such shrills gradually decreasing in clamour, drawing to a stop. The fire would continue to spread, the table ignited with conflagration, the scene would draw to a conclusion. The Raven was truly dead. '' It would appear that the local lesbians of Elite Answers Wrestling have caught an infatuation with me. Of course I am referring to Haruna and Cloud. I cannot blame them. I am one of the first to recognize that I am indeed the loveliest, most attractive Vixen in the locker room at this date. Not only that, but I am also the most talented. Maybe Cloud Matsuda came to the conclusion that I will win the Vixens Cup, either eliminating herself or Haruna in the process. When I do win, I can see her ditching Cailin and trying to bed me. The poor thing, sleeping your way to the top is a thing of the past, Cloud. You come out with these quotes and sentences about yourself being you know, hot shit? But you represent the sluts and no shows of this division. It's a pity. You're not half bad in the ring, not better than myself of course, because, as you know, German efficiency, but you could get close in a few years. If only you had a realistic approach to wrestling. You try to degrade me in your little video thing, ja? You think that because you've slept with a champion that you can start running your mouth, hm. I'll show you. Look, let's just come to a abrupt ending to your little crush on me. I will beat Raven, she is already dead and long gone from Elite Answers Wrestling in my opinion, and then I will beat you, that is if you can get past Haruna first. Then I will go on to win the Vixens Cup. It's inevitable, for German efficiency beats all. Listen, Cloud. When I do win, we will need to strip you. No, I don't mean of your clothes, as much as your loins are getting wet at the thought, I mean of your lifestyle. This idea, this perception that you're better than me. It needs to stop, it needs to end. I can end it for you. I will happily do so. You're an idealist, maybe mother and daddy Matsuda didn't raise you correctly. The world is not your oyster, you can't sleep with anybody you want, spouting nice words and rainbows doesn't mean you can overcome anything you wish to. You get upset when I call you the second Cailin? That is what you are, in my eyes. You're exactly like her, minus her plastic breasts, her dumb Texan accent and her wrestling ability. She is a little better than you, not by a lot, but she has the edge on you. I don't know why you wish to continue aligning yourself with her, as if I saw you both tag teaming Cailin would be the star. I see right through you. Your idealism is plastic. You try to use your Japanese words and your little attitude to try scare me off. It will not suffice, it will not work. We have met in the ring once, you are right. I am not afraid to admit you beat me. But you are a dirty cheater, a fraudster, you scammed me, the locker room, and the audience of a good match just to get a sticker on your book. Roll ups will not have a place in my locker room, no no. For roll ups are for idealists. Underdogs, I will not tolerate such disgusting, vulgar behaviour. I understand you are raised in a culture where being a coward is a thing, ja. You were raised with your little rice and your backpack and your kawaii and your chan desu shit. But we are in the grown up world now, Cloud. We are in the wrestling world. What you call cute, I call ugly. You think you are good in the ring? You are below average, it is why you haven't achieved anything note worthy to date and it is why I will beat you in the Vixens cup. Not only that, but it is because I am better than you. My arsenal is well prepared, yours is missing three quarters of its stock. I have stamina, you have sucking, or should I say licking, up skills. I thrive on performance, my moves are hard hitting and I am the personification of efficiency. German Efficiency. What are you? What do you thrive off of, Cailin? That is why you will never be a serious contender in the division, you side yourself and call yourself the team mate of scum. Cailin is the enemy, Cloud. She is the one who has the rest of the division believing that they don't have to train every day, that they don't have to put on good matches. This motivational bullshit and this roll up, disqualification interference shit is her fault. As long as money is in her hand, she can just wave her title around, spread the never give up motivational attitude and be the trickster that leads this division into a sink-hole. If you are on that team, if you have that idealist view, then I, Sheridan Müller, will happily out wrestle you, out submit you, and beat you. '' '' I'm going to move on to Cloud's ex, Cailin's ex, whatever. Haruna Sakazakikazasazi. Your name is complicated. It bores me. I will call you Haruna from now on. Seem as you and the rest of the division don't have the decency to pronounce my second name correctly. It is Müller, not Muller. Haruna, I had to waste my time finding an Asian American to come to my apartment and attempt to de-riddle your lack of lexical knowledge of the English language. I am a German, I was raised in Germany, speaking the German tongue, yet I can still identify that your English is bad. Tut tut. Not as bad as your belief that you can beat me, or your little underdog shit you've got going on there, but I can pay for you lessons if you would like. You upset me. You miss connections in your sentences, you don't use your nouns and your verbs in the right places. Did you try bring your underdog attitude into your promos? It's not good. Basically, what I got from your shit rambling, is that you're an underdog, but then suddenly not an underdog, and that I'm good in the ring, but then you're better. My jaw hurts from saying this, but allow me to take pleasure in reminding you that I am better than you. I am superior, please stop taking my words and bouncing them, you're a Haruna, not a mirror. Superior is my word. I say that. Don't copy me. I'm not going to address the part where you suck up to me much like you suck up to Cailin or Cloud, for I know I'm fucking excellence. I wake up, go downstairs, and make myself a fresh cup of brilliance. I go to the gym, I train, adrenaline fuels my body. What do I do after the gym? What do I do with myself after training, I have some salad with a side of perfection. I am Sheridan, fucking, Müller. You do not have to tell me I am good. You do not have to breathe the words German Efficiency. You speak about under-estimating people, yet I don't under estimate you. I know you have the possibility of beating Cloud, but you do not have a chance in hell in beating me. Let me make this clear, the Vixens division I am sure was hell bent and happy as cocaine in having these underdogs roam the lands, picking up upset victories, etc etc. Not under my watch. If you believe that you have a smudge of a chance of passing me, pinning my shoulders to the match, I will have to ask you to think again, for that is delusional. Look at you, with your underdog tongue, and your cotton candy chocolate spread child talk. All you have to do is believe right? Are you Cailin 3.0? Why the fuck does this whole division love to talk absolute garbage. Why is idealism a thing in this locker room? It frustrates me. It, upsets, me. I will cleanse this company of idealists. You don't achieve anything by daydreaming. Haruna, I'm not going to pretend I have the belief that I can beat you. I have the move-set and the talent and the efficiency to send you back to Japan in a wheelchair. I can out maneuver you at every turn. You think that being an underdog can beat me? You think that if the crowd chant your name hard enough you have the chance of surpassing me. I'm done speaking to you. I have other people to address. Your façade has gone on long enough, words evidently won't get into your mind so I hope that a kick to the skull and a Sherplex to defeat will. '' '' I am going to acknowledge somebody. Oh wait, let me just get a drink real quick. '' Sheridan would speak, before retrieving a plastic bottle, with a light blue logo upon it. The plastic would be transparent, and water could be seen exiting through the top of the bottle and into Sheridan's lips. '' Okay, okay. I am going to reach out to some of the women of this division I have not had the chance to, yet. I figure that when I win the Vixens Cup, I will have to know my associates and my fellow Vixens a little better. So. Erica Ford. Firstly. I've shared a ring with you twice, correct? Once we were upon a team, and another time we were opponents. Surprise, surprise, I won. Both times. Even though the whole team won, I extra won because I did the most work. The other time, I may not have pinned you, but I got a win and you got a loss. Look, I'm not going to pull a Cameron Ella Ava and pretend that past results mean anything significant, but they do mean something. See, efficiency is defined by repetition, one prime aspect of efficiency is that you can do something, and then do it again, and again, and get the same result. That is me, Sheridan Müller, but you already knew that didn't you. I am German Efficiency, the personification of it, as a matter of fact. I am sure you've got onto your laptop when you should be training and looked me up. I'm fairly good. I have the look as well as the talent. I would say I have the will power and the spirit too, but I don't. I'm just superior. German Efficiency has never failed me, Erica. I don't care how long you've been here, I will beat you. The fact is, the only chance I will have to face you is within the final, yet I predict you won't make it that far. For you are one of the cancers I like to talk about. You are one of the little germs which spread your lack of motivation and talent to other members of the roster, other members of the division. Don't mis-read what I am saying, don't accidental interpret it for something it is not. I think that you can beat Veena Adams, we both did when we teamed together, and hey, it you do make it to the final I will have no problem in handing you your own ass on a plate. I don't want you to get your little idealist hopes up, no? You're okay. But you're simply not efficient enough to seriously contend with me. If by some freak accident you whirl up in the final, knock knock, German Efficiency mother fucker, I will be there. I will win. I will better you for I am superior. You might as well book a ticket back to the hole you seemed to have crept out of around the time this Vixens Cup was announced. Before as I have said a fair few times now. I am Sheridan fucking Müller, my middle name isn't actually fucking that would just be horrible. You have noticed I assume that some of the Vixens around here have really stupid fucking names, right Erica? Right? Who calls their child, Veena. Silly names Erica. Anyway as I was saying, I don't have the energy to talk in length about you, for you are nothing special, and you will put in a sub-par performance like you did when I teamed with you and like you did when I was your opponent. I'm just shaking a little realism into the Vixens Cup. The majority of these bitches generally have the belief that they can defeat German Efficiency. The future is German, ladies. The future will be efficient, and perfect, and none of you will even place a dent within the metal, steel and titanium structure that is German Efficiency. Lastly, before I head off because I have to train for Raven, even though I'm quite sure her funeral has probably passed by this date, I have to address somebody called Azumi Goto? According to the officials backstage at EAW I've been in multiple matches with this woman. I should maybe pay more attention for I believe I've never even met her. Azumi who? I saw your promo. Don't mention my name every a fucking gen you little bitch. I don't care if you've unravelled your tongue and given me a good licking, you do not have the privilege to mention my name. You can go in the same bin as Haruna and Cloud now. Cailin 4.0. Maybe if you spent more time applying your craft instead of ass-licking one another you could have a chance of winning the Vixens Cup. But you don't. Because of two words, and those are German, and efficiency. '' | Topic: Dynasty Promoz! (Section closed, promo under EAW Promoz!) | showster26
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: Dynasty Promoz! (Section closed, promo under EAW Promoz!) December 10th 2015, 11:18 pm | Dynasty Promo #6PicPerfectMichaels has uploaded a photo: PicPerfectMichaels left a comment:"Can someone please remind @DonnyDiamond that no one has ever asked to be represented by a broken down, old piece of has been trash! Don't try and fool yourself Donny, you have never stood up for anyone in the locker room besides yourself. Now there's nothing wrong with that, but don't think for a minute that you can spin all the whining you do into getting a pat on the back for some dumb punk who wouldn't know shit from shinola about how thing work backstage. You talk about how diamonds are associated with greatness, but that's not you pal. You're more like a Cubic Zirconia. You try to pass yourself off as something with real value, but you're worthless when compared to the real thing. Just like how you are proven to be completely worthless anytime you step into the ring against me. You spew this foolhardy rhetoric about me somehow being a thorn in your side, remind me again how you got that title match at House Of Glass? because it sure as hell wasn't by beating me (or anybody for that matter) it was by being such an asshole that both TLA, and Tig Kelly jumped at the chance to beat your ass. and as far as me saying I'm gonna flush whatever is left of your career down the crapper, it's only because I think that your spot on the roster should go to someone who actually can make something out of themselves, instead of a washed up fool. Actually when I think about it the term washed up is too good for you, you're not a has been, you're a never were. As in you never were a threat to the National Elite Champion, you never were talented enough to earn a title match based on your skills, and you never were good enough to be a guy like me!Oh, and before I forget, if I'm better suited for telemarketing than wrestling, than maybe you should take some of your own advice and see if you can get a job at McDonald's washing lettuce.And @Regulator you saying Donny hasn't eared anything is like the pot calling the kettle black! since you've returned, I haven't seen one damn thing to justify all the hype you get. Yeah you beat DEDEDE, and he is one though S.O.B, but he isn't what he used to be (I know I was in the ring with him) and just to further prove the point, last week you got your ass whipped worst than when the Saints lose to the Carolina Panthers. I swear, I'm getting so tired of guys like you and Donny, trying to grasp and cling to the last straw of a career you have left, like how a guy on life support tries to cling to his last breath. And all you're really doing in the end is holding back the guys who are the future of this industry. Guys who are there to build up this great sport, not leach off it because of their supposed name value, or nostalgia, or false hopes of a comeback. You don't build up the business, all you do is try and hog the spotlight away from Guys like me! That's right, ME, the one who deserves to have the people's attention, and admiration. Unlike that over privileged pile of donkey shit Angelo Brando, I'm too busy having his handmaid wipe his ass, and being told the shit doesn't smell to even bother trying to get the brand over. And Not like Lance "The Invisible man" Hart, although I can't say that him disappearing a few weeks ago is a bad thing, or even that anybody really cared enough to notice. And sure as hell not that dog ugly, chemically unbalanced, mentally handicapped, bald headed, Michael's Envy having troll, Trent Yoder. BTW T.J says hi ;-) No, I'm the future of Professional Wrestling, and the reason the whole word will be watching this Friday night because of me. The guy whose millions upon millions of followers fill stadiums and arenas every week with people who dream of getting to see me live, and in the flesh. The guy who has made Dynasty a rating phenomenon with his presence alone. The guy who has made Dynasty strong enough to stand apart from EAW as it's own company, Me! the winner of the 2015 Selfie of the year award. And all my followers who have made me their #Hero, the Undisputed Social Media Champion, The Destiny of Dynasty, and Brightest Burning Crossover Star that EAW will ever know!Now as far @TigKelly goes, I'm going to say good luck, and I'll be cheering for you in the Elimination Chamber. Because I am going to win the number one contenders match this Friday, and after Road To Redemption, I will be getting that National Elite Championship match, and it would save me a lot of time if the guy I'm going to beat is also the World Heavyweight Champion. so tell me Tig can you Picture THAT? #Dynasty #InDaBag #NextNationalEliteChamp"20M+ users liked this | Topic: Dynasty Promoz! (Section closed, promo under EAW Promoz!) | Hayden the Kiwi
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: Calvin Lewis #6 - The Road to Perfection September 3rd 2015, 1:02 am | Calvin Lewis #6 - The Road to PerfectionSoft country guitar strumming, along with the mysterious lonely wailing of an echoed note fill the ambience of the scene. We find Calvin Lewis, standing in the middle of a long and lonely highway, stretching far out into the distance. The road disappears over the horizon eventually. With the sun beating down on his back, the Epitome of Excellence is the only soul seen along the road. He smiles, shielding his eyes from the sun a little and opens his mouth to speak in a relaxed, calm voice - contrasting his usual wild nature. "It is a long road to perfection." He begins, pausing to let his voice sink in as it cuts through the quiet background music. "But it is a road that I walk alone." He begins walking along the highway, slowly. "Over the past month, Calvin Lewis has erupted onto the scene. He has rocked the world and made his name known. Over the past month, I have stepped out of my world as a star football player to learn more about Calvin Lewis the professional wrestler. I have adapted. I have changed my gameplan when needed, to ensure that I remain at the pinnacle of this business. I am the new breed, the new benchmark of excellence. It has been a learning curve, realising that I am not simply going to walk all over each and every opponent that I face with ease. GI Styles taught me that lesson; a valuable lesson to learn so easily in my career - that I am not perfect, that I am not better than everybody else here simply because I can run faster, jump higher and play ball better. He taught me that comparing footballers to wrestlers is like comparing oranges to bananas. Just because I was a great banana doesn't mean I will make a great orange." He stops walking and the camera closes in on him. "However, there are two things that people still don't know about Calvin Lewis." Lewis holds up one finger. "First... I make a damned good orange. I am the rare breed of people on this earth that can be oranges, bananas, apples, cherries, tangelos and any other fruit I desire - simply because I am that damned good. Nobody else in this business can match Calvin Lewis as the dual-sport athlete. I proved that to Troy Ace and I will prove it again to Vance Tybull." He holds up a second finger. "Secondly... I don't forget lessons that I have learnt. Losing to GI Styles was a humbling experience. It fuelled my fire, refocused me. I don't plan on losing again, definitely not while I am building momentum on the Road to Perfection. Tybull had better be prepared for that." He continues walking again, the camera moving behind him to capture the length of his journey ahead. No end destination is in sight, the long road seeming to stretch on to eternity. When the shot moves around once more to focus on his face, the background of the shot shows where he had come from. Walking away from a golden hazed Mexican village, a signpost reading 'El New Breedo' hangs, slowly getting smaller and smaller as Calvin Lewis moves on. Now that the sun is not quite so bright in his eyes, Calvin's usual ambivalent look of determination and wild unhinged unpredictability fills his face. "TLA found out last week just what Calvin Lewis is made out of. He found out what the Epitome of Excellence is capable of when he has a fire lit underneath him. People can throw all the excuses about shoulder injuries out that they want, but a true competitor knows... as TLA would know, that winning is the only thing that matters; and Calvin Lewis pinned the New Breed Champion." His eyes remain trained on the road in front of him as he passes a single signpost that reads National Elite City: 5 miles. The fire returns to his eyes. "Now, it is Vance Tybull in my sights. My quest for perfection continues in the only way that Calvin Lewis knows how... take down the big dogs. Make a splash and be heard. I must prove that last week was no fluke win, that Calvin Lewis is a true contender for any championship belt that might take my fancy. One big win is not enough to build a legacy on, but two in a row? Then people may start talking about just how much of the real deal that Calvin Lewis is." His shoulders move in a bit of a confident swagger as he continues, the smile returning to his face as he walks on along the road. "I am every bit as good as I say I am. I don't just call myself the Epitome of Excellence, I go out and show it. I walk the walk as much as I talk the talk. Now, Vance Tybull stands in my way. A formidable opponent on any day of the week. He hits hard, he doesn't take any crap and he lets you know who is boss in the ring. Vance Tybull is a hunter, he is nobody's prey. He doesn't wear that championship because he found it at the bottom of a cereal box. He earned that strap, he earned the bragging rights that go along with it and the respect of a champion that comes along with wearing the belt. And I do respect him..." Once more, Calvin stops for a moment. His smile fades from his face, his eyes returning to the wild-man look that we saw last week during his flashes of uncontrollable rage. The darker side of perfection threatens to once more rear its ugly head. "But, that championship means one thing. A giant-ass target on your back. Every man and his dog now wants a piece of you in order to prove themselves. Hell, I want to rip your arms off your body and beat you about the head with them just to prove a point... and only because you wear that belt." He takes a single breath, closing his eyes and holding it before exhaling. When he breathes out, his face seems a little more relaxed; the darker side of him swallowed back down once more. "I said it to TLA last week, and I will say it again. You lose to me and it opens up a whole new world of possibilities for me... but you will still be champion. You will still walk away with that belt. You have nothing really to gain by defeating me and nothing really to lose. So, it doesn't matter as much to you. But. I on the other hand, have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I will fight, claw and go that extra mile simply to pin your shoulders to the mat only because in doing so, I will finally prove to myself, and everybody else here that I deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as people like GI Styles, TLA, Vance Tybull and our new Dynasty Champion Anderson. I am on that level; you just don't know it yet." He continues walking, silently for a while before turning his attention back to the camera. "Tybull, you may be a 'put-up-or-shut-up' kind of guy, a 'shut up and fight' kind of guy. You are the Big Bad Wolf. Perhaps that is because you have the personality of a teabag or perhaps you just prefer to let your actions do the talking for you. Either way, it matters little to me. All that matters is what happens inside that ring on Friday night. Winning or losing, the only important things in this business. Calvin Lewis is not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, no sir. Make no mistake, buddy, I come with every intention of bringing you hell. I come to fight. Don't be misled by my charismatic, handsome, perfect package; I know you can't quite relate to that, so you may get the wrong idea. Underestimate me at your peril. Because when you look at Calvin Lewis, you see a man who has all the excellence of being an extraordinary athlete, a perfect game-planner, an adaptable quick thinker and more gifted than any person who ever laced up a pair of wrestling boots. BUT, you also see a man who has all the ruthlessness of a rabid dog, a man wild enough to tear you limb from limb and a man unpredictable enough to keep you guessing right until the point where you are on your back staring up into the lights, wondering what the hell happened." the Epitome of Excellence stops, running a hand slowly through his hair before smiling at the camera. "I am the complete package - excellence coupled with ruthlessness. Just which Calvin Lewis do you think you are going to come across this week? Do you really think you have what it takes to stop a runaway train? I am on my road to perfection, Vance Tybull is simply one Big Bad Speed-bump along the way. I'm ready for you, Champ... Are you ready for me? Calvin bloody Lewis." | Topic: EAW Promoz! (Part 4 - Locked for posting...) | Drake Jaeger
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! (Part 4 - Locked for posting...) August 19th 2015, 2:03 pm | 六 A loud scene of dozens of reporters, along with local television news crews is shown as they speak loudly amongst themselves. On a platform in front of them sits Drake Jaeger; visibly dressed in his black trenchcoat, black leather gloves, and his sunglasses on. His fingers are intertwined and cover his mouth as he remains silent. A nervous-looking, skinny man in a business suit with a combover and large glasses on steps up on the stage and tries his best to quiet everyone down as he motions with his hands. 六Business Suit Man: Please-please try to quiet down now. This is a big day. This young man has decided to do his first interview here in our beloved town of Lincoln, Nebraska - home of the SECOND tallest Capitol building in the United States. As well as home of the University of Nebraska. Go Cornhuskers!六 The Business Suit Man awkwardly laughs and looks around at the now dead silent room. He awkwardly adjusts his suit and tries to continue as beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. 六Business Suit Man: Anyway… Mr. Jaeger here is a very busy man, so let’s not try to waste his time. Please ask only essential questions and ONLY ask when you are permitted to by him. Everyone got that?六 The Business Suit Man tries and fails to look stern as he looks around the still dead-silent room. 六Business Suit Man: Right… So, let’s not waste any more of this man’s time and get this started. 六 The room immediately bursts into a fray of different reporters asking different questions as Drake doesn’t move whatsoever. 六Reporter #1: Mr. Jaeger! Where was it that Y2Impact and the Heart Break Gal recruited you from?Reporter #2: How long have you been wrestling up to this point?Reporter #3: What exactly are Hexa-gun’s plans in Elite Answers Wrestling?六 The now-panicking Business Suit Man desperately tries to calm the crowd by once again motioning with his hands; this time to no avail. 六Business Suit Man: Please, everyone! Not all at once! We need--Reporter #2: Is… Is he alright?Reporter #4: Is he…. Sleeping?六 The crowd grows quiet as the surprised Business Suit Man turns to see Drake still in the exact same position he was before; still completely silent. The Business Suit Man cautiously makes his way closer to Drake. 六Business Suit Man: Uhm… Mr. Jaeger? Sir, are you… Awake?六 Drake makes a grunting noise as the startled Business Suit Man backs off. 六Business Suit Man: Mr. Jaeger?Drake: ….. Hmm?..... Oh, yeah…. Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m, uh, awake. I was just, uh….. Your questions just blow…六 Drake covers his mouth to cough. 六Drake: My mind. I was thinking really hard about, you know, what to say.六 Drake yawns and leans back in his chair. 六Drake: Alright, so, questions?六 Several of the reporters raise their hands. 六Drake: Yeah, I can’t really see anything with these sunglasses on, so if you guys could just pick amongst yourself who goes first, that’d be great.六 The hands being held up slowly lower as the room grows quiet. 六Drake: Anyone?Reporter #5: You could just… Take the sunglasses off.Drake: Who said that?六 An annoyed stops leaning back in the chair and looks around frantically despite not being able to see anything. 六Drake: Who’s the smartass who said that?Reporter #5: Uh…. I did?Drake: Well that little comment just cost you a chance to speak with the hottest prospect in professional wrestling! I’m glad I can’t see whatever ugly motherfucker that owns that voice! You can go back to interviewing autistic children or whatever it is you did before you blew this! Get the fuck out! Go on!六 Several seconds pass as the reporter remains seated. 六Drake: …. Is he gone?Reporter #5: …. Yeah.Drake: Good. Now on with the questions.六 Drake leans back in his chair again as the reporters remain silent and visibly confused until one of them stands up. 六Reporter #6: Mr. Jaeger, how have you been preparing for your debut match on this upcoming Showdown?六 Drake cocks his head, as though he misheard. 六Drake: Upcoming match?Reporter #6: …. Yes… Where you’ll team with Y2Impact and Tiberius Jones against Hades, Rhaegar, and Kevin Devastation?Drake: Who, who, and who?Reporter #6: You don’t know your opponents?Drake: Are they the ones with the, uh…六 Drake gestures with his palm over his face. 六Drake: The clown paint and the eyeliner and all that?Reporter #6: That’s right.Drake: Hmm, you know, my memory isn’t the best. I don’t remember which one is even which. Hades, huh?...六 Drake pulls out his phone and starts looking something up. 六Drake: Jesus…Drake: That one is tough to look at. Where’d he get the name “Hades”? I think “Crypt Keeper” could have been a lot more appropriate. What was the other one’s name? Kevin Decimation?Reporter #6: Devastation.六 Drake nods and leans back as he checks his phone again. 六Drake: Now this is more of what I was expecting.Drake: These two alone look like they’re older than my fucking dad. Is that legal? Are they legally allowed to wrestle at their age? I’m now genuinely afraid that I’m going to end up murdering one or both of these men if we step into the ring with each other on Showdown.六 Drake sighs and puts his phone down. 六Drake: Not even gonna bother looking up whatever goofy-looking mothefucker they’ve got as their partner. I think I’ve seen enough to know that if THIS is what Elite Answers Wrestling has to offer as genuine opposition for Hexa-gun… I feel dirty just knowing these are the three who’ve been given such a high honor to be the first to challenge us. Does this company REALLY think so little of us? I think it’s pretty clear beating the Chairman half to death just wasn’t enough to teach him exactly who we are. Examples need to be made, and I’ll happily be the first to pull the trigger once we’ve got these clowns lined up like a firing squad execution. I’ve traveled the World to become one of the absolute BEST inside the ring. You know how I know that? Because I’m standing before your eyes. I’m a part of the most dominant group you’ll ever see. THAT’S how I know I’m the best. And if being the best means I’ve got to deal with cockroaches like these three goons in our way, then I’ll do it locked, loaded, and a big fuckin’ smile on my face!Reporter #6: Actually, these three you’re facing have become closely associated with Zack Crash lately.六 Drake scratches his chin as he thinks. 六Drake: That right?六 A smile forms across Drake’s face. 六Drake: Well, then even more reason to nip these three fools in the bud. It’ll do my heart good to know the three guys I’m beating the shit out of actually MEAN something around here. I’m sure they’ve all gone and accomplished things; won Championships and Tournaments and plenty of matches, but that’s not what any of them are gonna be remembered for. Nobody’s gonna remember all that Hades has done in this company when their last memory of him is a bloody corpse on the canvas. Nobody’s gonna be thinking about how important Kevin Devastation is to this company when we make him physically incapable of walking ever again. Who’s the last one?Reporter #6: Rhaegar.Drake: Yup, that’s the one. Just hearing a name like that alone makes me want to rectify his mother not getting an abortion. A name like that gives me more than enough reason to beat him into a coma on Showdown. I’m gonna be honest with you guys. I never took any initiative to know who these people are. I’ve never given a shit what they’ve done or where they’ve been. You know why? Because now that the Hexa-gun is alive and kicking, there isn’t a variety of different wrestlers in this company. There are two sides: those with us, and those against us. Those against us don’t have named, they don’t have personas, they don’t have achievements. They’re just a bunch of fish in a barrel, and it’s only a matter of time before each and every one of them get shot down. Now is it WRONG to think like that? Is it WRONG to think so lowly of the people that oppose us?六 Drake slightly chuckles. 六Drake; The people with the power and the strength and the numbers are the ones who tell you what is right and what’s wrong. Go ahead and tune your shitty little televisions to Showdown and watch what happens when you fuck with Hexa-gun. Then, if you’ve got the balls, go ahead and question whether thinking so lowly of these people is wrong or not. We’re the only true united front in this company while the rest of the people in it are like little kids fighting over a toy. I’ve been watching long enough to see clearly that EAW… Dynasty… They’re so busy fighting each other - they’re not gonna even see it coming when they realize they’ve both lost. Am I getting a little bit ahead of myself?六 Drake shrugs. 六Drake: Sure, I guess you could say that. You could say I’ve been known to… JUMP THE GUN!六 Drake immediately stands up - revealing he’s wearing his wrestling trunks -, pulls out a small revolver, and poses with it as the entire crowd immediately ducks down while a few women scream. 六“JESUS CHRIST!”“YOU’RE CRAZY!”“Why is he dressed like that?”六 A visibly confused Drake looks around despite still not being able to see through his sunglasses. 六Drake: … Get it? Jump the gun? Cause of the…六 Drake points the gun forward at a man who whimpers in fear. 六Drake: This guy gets it. Anyway, to answer your question, uh…. How have I been preparing for this match? Lots of cardio. Gotta have cardio as a professional wrestler. Been keeping up on my diet and everything. I can’t stress enough how important it is to keep in shape when you’re out there doing something as physical as we do. But uh…. Well, I think that’s enough questions.“You only answered one…”六 Drake puts the gun away and grabs his cellphone. 六Drake: You guys have had the honor of witnessing the prototype of the upcoming official Hexa-gun revolver. It hasn’t been cleared yet, but I hope to get it available online as soon as possible. Uhhh, what am I forgetting… Oh, yeah, be sure to tune in to Showdown this weekend. 7 PM Central Standard Time. Thanks for having me and everything, you were a wonderful audience, and be sure to purchase the upcoming Hexa-gun t-shirt available wherever Hexa-gun t-shirts are sold. See ya.六 Drake stumbles away in his full wrestling gear as the still scared crowd slowly stands back up and immediately rush out of the room while the fearful Business Suit Man tries to calm them down. 六 | Topic: EAW Promoz! (Part 4 - Locked for posting...) | The Mexican Samurai
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| Search in: EAW Promoz! Subject: EAW Promoz! (Part 4 - Locked for posting...) June 25th 2015, 4:41 am | The pressure is building...
The pressure is building!
THE PRESSURE IS BUILDING!
The Mexican Samurai, a forty-one year old former retired professional wrestler takes a sip from the frothy brew at the Spaniards Inn near Hampstead and Highgate. A renowned historic pub on the outskirts of London that is bustling with tourist from all over the world; most of these civilians are here for the festivities that are about to take place during Pain For Pride weekend. Samurai's promos have started to encapsulate the rabid EAW fanbase as more fans line up to take pictures as the world-torn wrestler takes another sip. The suds from pale ale tickle the lip of Samurai as he swishes the intoxication in his mouth. That's a good beer.
The fans continue chanting, "Die EAW, Die" as they surround the Mexican Samurai. More drinks appear on the table as gifts from the fans that surround themselves at the bar stools taking numerous selfies and snapchats.
The rabid fanbase of EAW; the hardcore elite crew that stalk you at airports and tries to amuse you by coming up with cunning chants. It's too bad that I'm not here for them, because they think it's suddenly cool to jump on my bandwagon? Just two days ago, they didn't even know who I was. Now I'm the toast of the town and I'm bringing ratings to the Battle Royal. What happened? This was suppose to be Matt Miles' match, and everyone else was just cannon fodder but I think people realized that this isn't going to be a one man show. Can you even imagine how boring this battle royal would have been without me in it? It would have been the most predictable match on the show and relegated to the pre-show. It's my duty to make sure that this match is elevated to the main card, where it belongs in it's rightful place in history. "Die EAW, Die." These fans are liars, they only say this stuff to amuse me but deep down inside no one one wants to see this company die but me. Matt Miles, Chris Elite, JJ Silva, Brett Kennedy, and even Kerry Keller will fight to save this company from my clutches, even if they won't admit it.
These fans and the wrestlers who take part in the matches can't imagine a life without professional wrestling. They've based their whole lives around it and there is no alternatives. Once this life goes away, there will be nothing left for the former champions and jobbers who was inhabited the squared circle. Just like soldiers coming home from Vietnam; these people will have to readjust to civilian life and there might be some sacrifices on the way to recovery.
A world without professional wrestling... can you imagine it? Real legitimate sports would come into fruition and people can actually cheer for a real role model, who not only actively say they live a clean life but demonstrate it as well. A world without the babyface telling the world to say their prayers and eat their vitamins as they go back to the dressing room to stick another needle in their ass.
A world of truth.
They can continue to chant for whatever they want though, I don't care.
Mexican Samurai notices that his phone is buzzing, as look of jubilation comes over the face of Samurai as he takes the phone out of pocket and answers. The Mexican Samurai: Hello?
Selah: Hi Dad! How's London?
The Mexican Samurai: There's so much culture that you are missing out on. You could have taken a dance class at the Royal Ballet House or come to eat with me at the 34.
Selah: Don't tease me! If I didn't have finals this trimester then I would have totally gone. I do have good news though, I convinced the roomies to watch the fight in the dorm. The whole department is going to be cheering for you.
The Mexican Samurai: Well geez, now I have a lot of pressure to win. I was only going to win for you but now it's for everyone.
Selah: You better! No one believed that you my father used to be a professional wrestler. Now, they get the chance to see you on the biggest stage of the year. Plus this is the first year that you'll allow me to see the show cause you can't ban me from watching it anymore.
The Mexican Samurai: That's true. You're a grown up, now. You can watch whatever you want. So does that mean you'll finally watch Cannibal Holocaust with me?
Selah: Yuck... no! Fuck horror movies, I'm not apart of that life. I hate depressing shit, so you better win. You're even being shown on television outlets over here in New York City.
The Mexican Samurai: So, I'm starting to be recognized in the States again? I didn't think that it would happen this soon.
Selah: Well I knew that you were one of the best promos back then and it would only take a short amount of time before people remembered who you were.
The Mexican Samurai: Well, I have my doubts. I'm saying a lot of stuff and hopefully I can back it up. There are some tough motherfuckers in that ring ...but....I'll do my best.
Selah: Of course you will! Don't go embarrassing the family line.
The Mexican Samurai: Hey! That's my line.
Selah: Oh, and Dad....guess what?
The Mexican Samurai: What?
Selah: I love you. You better kick some serious ass.
The Mexican Samurai: I love you, too. I'll pick you up a trinket and I'll be sending some merchandise to your friends okay?
Selah: They'll be expecting it. I'm sure they want shirts of the future world champion.
The Mexican Samurai: Do me a favor? Make sure to tell me if I stunk up the fucking joint at Pain For Pride?
Selah: Don't worry, Pops. I'll make sure to rip your heart out your chest if you suck.
The Mexican Samurai: Alright, call me soon, okay? Tell your Mom, I said "Hello!".
Selah: She'll probably say, "Fuck off!". Haha. Anyways, I gotta go finish these finals. Bye!
There was a reassurance in the air. There were other motivations for winning this match rather than just a championship opportunity or the destruction of a company. There were loved ones who felt the wave of neglect that the wrestling business can place us under. It's the cold, hard reality of being away from your family for weeks at a time. I didn't have an opportunity to raise my child but luckily for me, she ended up with a good head on her shoulders. Her Mom taught her well, with the love that she provided. It's my turn to ensure that everyone knows our family name.
I will win the 24/7 Battle Royal.
The pressure is building... | Topic: State a fact about your character | Ares Vendetta
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| Search in: EAW Discussion Subject: State a fact about your character May 28th 2015, 5:01 am | #1 - Tattoos the names of every person he seeks vengeance upon onto his torso as a permanent reminder and display of devotion for his redemption and to Onryo. #2 - Though born out of wedlock, Ares considers himself heir to the Vendetta Dynasty as the eldest of Robbie V's three known children: himself, Athena Vendetta, and Apollo Vendetta. Athena being the only three born in wedlock. #3 - After his birth, Ares' mother, Kendra Shamez, traveled and lived with Robbie V during his time training in Japan. After their eventual falling out, Kendra remained in Japan for the sake of Ares as he had already become accustomed to living there while Robbie traveled as a professional wrestler and visited Ares when he could. Ares would eventually take to training in the toughest dojos he could find in Japan. The training was excruciating and Ares suffered various broken bones, torn tendons, and more, but was continued to be given training so long as he kept coming back. #4 - As with many wrestlers in Japan, Ares took an excursion to the United States in the Extreme Answers Wrestling Federation, specifically to enact revenge on those who have wronged the Vendetta Family. However, since then, it has been revealed this was no excursion, but more of a banishment after Ares took it upon himself to mercilessly torture an opponent before striking them with a punt kick using a steel-toed boot. The victim of the attack was put in a coma for several weeks and has never wrestled again. Ares considered it "experimenting". #5 - Typically a cold and callous individual, Ares seems to only show mercy upon his own family. as he recruited his cousin, Victor Vendetta, after a malicious war that featured Victor attacking Kendra and Ares alike. Ares defeated Victor cleanly at Road To Redemption, humiliated Victor by having him cut off his own hair as a showing of humility, and would bring him in to join House Vendetta not long after. #6 - Ares recruited Norman Hellion into House Vendetta not only by promises of grandeur and revenge, but by revealing to him a distant relation between the Vendettas and the Hellions. Therefore, excluding Scott Diamond as House Vendetta's "insurance policy" and the Agents of Extreme as anonymous followers of Ares/Onryo, House Vendetta is made up of the family of Ares Vendetta. #7 - Supposedly, Ares became the way he is not long after discovering a somewhat forgotten God in Japan named "Onryo". Ares desired vengeance after discovering all that had been done to his family, and soon discovered Onryo and his ways of achieving precisely that. Ares became more cold, more calculating, and more violent than ever before. He took his years of training and used them to maim others for pleasure. #8 - Ares has been known to be a "womanizer" of sorts. #9 - Donned the persona "Crimson Mask" prior to revealing his true identity. The "Crimson" of the character spawning from his worshiping of Onryo as followers of the religion commonly use a red right hand; as well as the religion's use of blood. #10 - Despite living in the same country as his half-brother, Apollo, Ares never contacted him or even knew of him until he was informed of his father's other children as an adult. Ares grew nothing but resentment for the other two children of Robbie V and considers them born of adultery. #11 - Has unusual, yet natural blonde and black-colored hair. #12 - Defeated then-World Heavyweight Champion, Mr. DEDEDE, in his EAW Debut as Ares Vendetta; also killed Methuselah. #13 - Enjoys whistling. Ares specifically whistles to the tune of "A-Hunting We Will Go" when feeling especially violent. #14 - Ended the career of Cleopatra. #15 - Despite specifically targeting the EAW Pure Championship and his father's now-inactive World Heavyweight Championship Crown, Ares believes every piece of gold belongs to him as the self-proclaimed heir to this father's Throne. Believes that by right, EAW is his Kingdom, and everything within it is his possession, and intends to come to claim each treasure if need-be. #16 - Enjoys calling those he considers lower than him (everyone) "mongrels". #17 - Prefers Hotpockets over Pizza Rolls. #18 - Became known as "The Black Vulture" after his brutal assault on an opponent that led to his "excursion". Became known as "The New Don" as the son to Robbie V and self-proclaimed leader of the Vendetta Family; a family that has been infamous for its dirty dealings, such as the eradication of competing families to the point of being known as "The mafia of professional wrestling (the nickname "The New Don" also being a play on the term "New Dawn"). Was given the nickname "The Kamikaze Prince" due to his dangerous method of wrestling in which he punishes his own body to harm his opponent. | Topic: The New Ministry Constitution | Draven
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| Search in: General Discussion Subject: The New Ministry Constitution March 23rd 2015, 10:26 am |
- Rules for managing chaos
- #1 Nobody gets in The New Ministry without permission of either me or Lady scarlet
- #2 No Mini promos or challengers the writers work very hard to come up with the matches we need to put all of our effort into our promos
- #3 All ideas for matches or story-lines must be approved by Rob
- #4 No killing or kidnapping Real people in EAW all made up ones are ok
- #5 Multiple accounts are not allowed unless approved by Rob
- #6 We are a team therefore we shall support each other weather that be with new ideas for promos or how we could make our promos better ect.
- #7 From this point on we shall hold a state of The New Ministry chat where all members of The New Ministry talk about whats going on with The New ministry and how we can approve things whether that be writing or our standing in EAW. This time period shall be determined by what fits the members for we all have a life outside of here. Rob as the writer for voltage you will be more than welcome to attend this is you can.
- If anyone has any questions about our new rules you shall contact me by email at davis9611@gmail.com or on yahoo messenger @ ryobakura20
| Topic: EAW WWE '13 Simulations | Zach Genesis
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| Search in: EAW Discussion Subject: EAW WWE '13 Simulations January 21st 2015, 10:25 pm | WWE '13 SIMULATIONS (Simulated in 'dat KOTR '98 Arena) *** MATCH #1 | PURE CHAMPIONSHIP | Ryan Savage (c) vs. Are Vendetta RESULT: Ryan Savage RETAINS the EAW Pure Championship (6:40) - Short and sweet but overall a nice match - Overall extremely fast paced, with offense going at 90 miles an hour - Vendetta hits a superkick and Savage goes down. Vendetta picks Savage, and he reverses, hits a powerslam and pins! VINTAGE WWE GAME TACTICS!
MATCH #2 | INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP | Scott Oasis (c) vs. Zach Genesis (w/Guest Referee Nick Makarov) RESULT: Zach Genesis WINS the EAW Interwire Championship (5:48 - AWWWWW YEEEAHHHH!!!) - Fun match that featured both myself and Oasis outside breaking that 10 count twice - Oasis was dominate for a fair amount hitting offense like a smooth G, including a Belly To Belly on the outside - Match ends when I throw him back in the ring, hit the Southern Comfort and that's all she wrote (here's hoping that this Saturday night's result is the same haha)
MATCH #3 | SINGLES MATCH | Lucian Black vs. Xavier Williams RESULT: Lucian Black defeats Xavier Williams via pinfall (10:55) - A bit longer here but still great to watch, with a very even match in this situation - Highlights include Xavier hitting the Zig Zag nearly decapitating Lucian, and Lucian no selling a diving crossbody - Lucian ends the match elementary by connecting with a monstrous spear on a rising Xav to get the win
MATCH #4 | WINNER TAKE ALL | Norman Hellion (c) vs. Alex Anderson (c) RESULT: Alex Anderson WINS both the EAW Answers World Championship and the ACE Championship (HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.) (15:27) - Was not expecting that result but okay! Apparently that's what happened! - Hellion must have 13 scoop slams before I lost count on how many there were. Overall the match was quite slow but still okay to watch - Then AA wins by connecting The Ace Of Spades from out of nowhere. Well shiet.
MATCH #5 | HALL OF FAME CHAMPIONSHIP | LADDER MATCH | Cameron Ella Ava (c) vs. Tarah Nova RESULT: Tarah Nova WINS the EAW Hall Of Fame Championship (14:10) - This match really delivered. Seriously it was amazing. - The ladders were oddly used as weapons more often than actually be used to climb on with the first climb not having til about 5 minutes before the end. Tarah Nova did hit a sick suplex off of the ladder onto another ladder, and Zach Genesis here started marking out at his TV screen - Eventually as both vixen's were up top, Nova slammed Ava's head onto the top of the ladder causing her to fall off, and then she retrieved the belt for the win.
MATCH #6 | EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP | Diamond Cage (c) vs. Hades The Hellraiser RESULT: Diamond Cage RETAINS the EAW World Championship (18:11) - Another great match to watch here - Hades hit a killer Snake Eyes onto the turnbuckle before connecting with the famous piledriver only for to DC to kick out at 1 like a boss - DC then went for a suicide dive...which was no sold as Hades just walked away - Cage wins after nailing The Mercy Rule center of the ring! With the wake up taunt too!
MATCH #7 | EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP | Mr. DEDEDE (c) vs. Tyler Parker RESULT: Mr. DEDEDE RETAINS the EAW World Heavyweight Championship (12:30) - Not as long as the other world title matches but still a good one here - Parker nailing a missile dropkick flying across the ring was a major highlight here for sure - DEDEDE retained after he hit the North Star, Tyler Parker broke the golden rule by kicking out of it but using that stored finisher, he hits the North Star again to gain the fall.
MATCH #8 | KING OF ELITE FINAL | Lannister vs. Devan Dubian vs. Jacob Senn RESULT: Lannister WINS the King Of Elite 2015 by pinning Devan Dubian (24:16 - LANNISTTERRR UBER ALLEESSS) - This match delivered on every single level. Technical wrestling, outside brawling, weapons going everywhere. Amazing stuff. The ending was out of nowhere but meh. - Highlights including Senn going through an announce table, Dubian carrying around the steel steps for a good 5 minutes, and Lannister hitting them European Uppercuts like it's 1989 - The amount of total pinfalls/submission attempts broken up in this match. 27 - Lannister effectively won after a DDT on the chair whilst Senn was KO'ed on the outside. GG! SMILEY FACE. GLHF! ALL HAIL KING KEN!
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Anyway that's the simulation results! Best of luck to everyone on Saturday and we'll do this again next month at Showdown's Brand Exclusive FPV "Reasonable Doubt".
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